Spring breeze, spring breeze cold.. net

The earth has rejuvenated, Qu Yong did not ride a car, let alone ride, but walked, he walked in the still cold spring breeze.

Isn't the spring breeze supposed to be warm.

But for Qu Yong, the cold spring breeze can bring him soberness and make him think soberly.

The direction he went to was the Bolai Hotel in Hangzhou, which was not too different from the average hotel, but it was a little different.

Because today it has been booked, all the guests are no longer entertained, and six tables have been set up in the lobby.

These six tables are placed in the lobby of the hotel, the hall is magnificent, full of magnificence, and these six tables of wine feast is also very rich, but there are only five people sitting, these five people are not sitting at the same table, everyone sits at the top of a table of wine feast, everyone is full of style, look at their appearance, such a big hotel seems to be unable to accommodate their such a big person.

Of course, these five people have their magnificent capital, and they may not be special in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of the Jianghu people, their fame is definitely not small, and each of them is prestigious.

The food and drinks on the table were really good, but none of them seemed to have the heart to put down their chopsticks, but instead looked at a large screen hanging from a high place in front of the lobby, and what seemed to be playing on the screen, each of them watched it carefully, and it was not the first time that they had been watching the contents.

It was at such a time that Qu Yong walked into the hotel lobby.

What happened here, who are these people, he didn't seem to see it at all, the first thing he wanted to find was Yang Muxiang, but Yang Muxiang was not there, he seemed to have something to do, and he didn't appear.

He didn't go to watch others, it doesn't mean that others didn't watch him, since Qu Yong entered the door, a middle-aged man on the far right who was a little short and fat put his eyes on him, he lifted Moutai wine, poured a full glass, walked straight towards Qu Yong, and said with a smile: "Do you drink?" ”

Qu Yong looked at the smiling flesh on his face, and said lightly: "I'll drink." ”

The man said, "Okay." It was not easy for him to spit out the word "good", it was a sudden surge of qi from his abdomen, all the way through his chest, tearing open the Adam's apple, like a knife stabbing out, even if this knife could not kill, but it was easy to hurt people.

With this sound, the man's hind legs and stomach flicked violently, making a crashing sound, and his strength rose from the ground, and the wine glass in both hands was towards the center of Qu Yong's eyebrows, and he poked it fiercely between his eyes.

This is the so-called "fist from the mouth", when practicing the exercises, when the qi is breathing, when hitting people, the practice of each sect is different, this person can lift up from the abdomen with a breath, and punch out together, the internal organs and muscles are perfectly combined, and the amazing power is exerted in an instant.

And at this time, the two are very close, this breath is also a powerful secret weapon, as long as Qu Yong is confused by exhalation, then he is already doomed.

This is indeed very powerful, but what he met was Qu Yong, a year ago, Qu Yong was already a miracle and moved at will, far away when the man's belly was lucky, he had already noticed it, at the moment when he toasted, Qu Yong had already bent the five knuckles of his left hand, cut into a tiger claw, bent up to the chest, and lifted it up with a standard "tiger support" to the other party's toasting wrist.

The man wants to toast, Qu Yong of course has to return the salute, everyone is a toast, the lower the natural figure, the more difficult the toast will be, as long as the other party is supported by Qu Yong, his entire wrist joint, even the shoulder joint of the arm will have to be dislocated.

Qu Yong's response was fast, how did he know that the bald man had already changed, he seemed to have calculated Qu Yong's shot, only to see that his hand suddenly scattered, as if he couldn't stand the petals of the slightest strength, and was gently blown by the wind, and scattered all over the place, he changed so much, he had easily avoided Qu Yong's "tiger support", and at the same time, his right foot was lightly lifted, and he stepped on Qu Yong's left instep very quickly.

I don't know if his original center of gravity is at his feet, or if he changed in the formation, and suddenly transferred his strength to his feet again, no matter what, this person can use both virtual and real, and mobilize the strength of the body at will, and he is already an absolute master of strength.

"The lion tramples on the blue." Qu Yong burst out, "It turned out that the Wudang master came." ”

In fact, from the beginning of the bald man pouring wine, Qu Yong suspected that he was practicing Wudang's kung fu, and then saw his breathing and breathing, and his qi kung fu was first-class, and he was even more sure that among all the sects, only Wudang was the most brilliant in practicing one breath in the abdomen.

And the bald man's trick "lion stepping on the green", is the trick of the dragon and lion dance in the old days, people who have seen the lion dance know that whose lion grabbed the "green", this martial arts hall must be famous in the coming year, and to grab the "green", the focus is not on the bite of the lion's mouth "green", but on the word "stepping".

"Green" is hanging in the air, the lion wants to grab, on the one hand, to fiddle with the tricks on the lion's head, the dance is good-looking, but the real kung fu is in the foot of the "step", step on the other people, step on everyone, in order to become the king of lions, so you can imagine how powerful this foot is.

As soon as Qu Yong noticed the other party's trampling, he didn't retreat and dodge, because he knew very well that as long as he retreated, the second and third feet on the opposite side, endless trampling would come over, and there would be no way to retreat when the time came, so he couldn't move his left foot, but lifted his right foot, and picked his five toes, shaped like a chicken claw, and a "rooster claw" grabbed the kneecap of the opponent's right leg.

The most important thing is that whether the other party can step on his instep or not, as long as he does not retreat, he will be grabbed by his own chicken claw and a kneecap, of course, Qu Yong himself is likely to be crushed by the sole of his left foot.

The bald man was finally taken aback, of course he didn't want this kind of lose-lose play, so he barely changed the ball of his right foot, changed his step to kick, and kicked Qu Yong's chicken claws.

When he landed, the soles of his feet came together.

"Bang."

If the bald man's step was to take the lead before, then he was unwilling to lose both sides and lose the opportunity to change his moves again temporarily, so he reluctantly changed his strength, and made a real hard connection with a master like Qu Yong, and he fell behind.

"Okay." The man and Qu Yong touched and kicked, only to feel that the soles of the other party's feet were like the waves of the sea, and the strength was endless, and he couldn't match it, his whole body suddenly trembled, his qi and blood surged, and he couldn't help but suffocate his breath slightly.

He secretly screamed badly, knowing that his qi and blood were actually scattered by someone within one move, and at this time, if the other party took advantage of the victory to pursue, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to resist.

His prediction was not wrong at all, at this time, Qu Yong only needed to take advantage of the other party's blood and blood, whether it was the chicken-shaped "divine claw into the hole" under his feet to probe his lower yin, or the hand changed the "tiger support" to the "tiger ride" to take the opposite upper body, it was as easy as a palm.

But he didn't do it, but he lightly stretched out his ape arm under the man's palm, and raised his thumb on the base of the wine glass, the man was already unstable, and this time the wine glass came out of his hand, and was caught by Qu Yong, he drank the Moutai in the cup in one gulp, and sighed: "I rarely drink, this wine is good." ”

The bald man saw that Qu Yong did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but instead snatched the wine glass in his palm, and was surprised and surprised for a while, and said, "What are you doing." ”

Qu Yong smiled and said, "Drink, didn't you invite me to drink." ”

The bald man was stunned for a moment, shook his head and sighed, and said, "Sure enough, it is a hero who is a young man, and Liu Changfeng, a contemptible Wudang Yellow Lion." ”

Qu Yong hugged his fists and said: "Fortunately, I am Xingyi Boxing Qu Yong." ”

"Xingyi Quan is powerful and powerful, there are many practitioners, but there are very few beginners, most of them are just indiscriminate, and they are just swaggering and deceiving by the prestige of Xingyi." As soon as Qu Yong's words fell, the gray-haired old man at the other table said sharply, looking at his age, but his voice was really loud, and it looked like ten gongs were beating desperately.

Qu Yong saw that he also left the table, and walked slowly, only to see that he seemed to be old, and the whole person walked bulky and staggering, although the old man's figure was slender and long, but in Qu Yong's eyes, he felt that he was covered in meat, fat, chubby, as if he was a meat bear hibernating, this illusion made his heart tremble, and he hugged his fists and said respectfully: "Oh, this is"

"You take my punch first, and then ask the old man's name."

The old man suddenly slashed with a punch, and his split was actually an authentic Xingyi splitting fist, but I saw that his arm was as smart as a bird, which was diametrically opposed to the clumsiness on his body, but these two temperaments appeared in him and fused perfectly, as if it was the avenue of heaven and earth, naturally the same.

Qu Yong lost his voice and said: "Xiong Jing Bird Shen." ”

The old man said: "A little vision." ”

What this old man used turned out to be the most mysterious bear and eagle combination in Xingyi Fist.

Qu Yong was on the island of Fujian that day, and Anonymous had many battles, it was the shape of Anonymous's eagle that made him really touch the door of Huajin, and now he is fortunate to see this trick again, and this old man used it, more authentic than Anonymous, after all, Anonymous is not a Xingyi Sect person, what he understands is Huajin, and the secret place of the bear eagle is only known to the secret disciples of Xingyi Fist.

Qu Yong only felt that his blood was boiling, he had been practicing martial arts since he began, and he had fought countless battles, but it was the first time to fight with the secret disciples of Xingyi Boxing, and he had also fought with countless people who practiced Xingyi Boxing in the past, but those were just laymen who only had to go to the skin, and now he was fortunate to see the secret of Xingyi, he played twelve points of spirit, and suddenly his body was clumsy, and he seemed to have become a fat old bear, and then his right hand stretched out and cleaved, and it was exactly the same as the old man's shot.

"Huh."