Chapter Sixty-Seven: This Is Internal Strength!

Everyone held their breath and looked at the two in front of them with full attention!

Swords and soldiers are not the same as fists and feet, and if you are not careful, you may be seriously injured!

Even the timid did not dare to look at it, for fear of seeing blood.

Ah Long gritted his teeth tightly, and attacked with two knives in his hand, one to the throat and the other to the lower abdomen!

He clearly saw the battle between Yuhuatian and Aji before, and knew that this person in front of him was strong in kung fu, and if he kept his hand, he would definitely lose!

So, he can only go all out!

In the face of the attacking double swords, Yu Huatian didn't blink an eye, but just handed out a sword in a mere manner.

Ah Long's eyes shrank suddenly, he only felt that this sword was very, very slow, but he couldn't dodge!

And he will definitely stab himself in the throat before slashing the opponent with two knives!

This is the way to play with life!

He didn't pay attention at all, Yuhuatian's left hand was ready.

Lives for lives?

Thinking a little too much!

Seeing this, Ah Long could only change his moves, and the long knife that slashed at the throat with his left hand blocked the throat, wanting to block this knife as much as possible!

But before he could finish changing, he felt a pain in his wrist, and Yu Huatian's sword that stabbed him in the throat actually hit his wrist.

Ah Long stinged, and the long knife in his left hand fell to the ground, but his face was full of joy.

Win!

Although I lost a weapon, I still have a knife!

And the opponent pointed at his wrist and gave up attacking the throat, so it would be too late to change his moves!

It's a win!

However, he didn't wait long for him to be happy, and he felt his right hand stagnate, and the knife seemed to have slashed at the pillar!

He looked down and saw that his long knife had been caught!!

The man's hand was like iron pincers, and he grasped his long knife with only five fingers!

This, how much power is this?

Isn't he afraid that his own knife will cut off his fingers?

But before he could think clearly, the tip of the sword was already in his throat.

The entire martial arts hall was silent, and many people didn't even react.

Hurry, too fast!

It may be a bit complicated to say, but in fact, it was only a battle in the blink of an eye, and there was no doubt that Aaron lost.

Everyone in the martial arts hall couldn't speak, and the closed disciples of the two martial arts halls all lost, losing to that arrogant kid.

Ah Long looked unwilling!

If at the beginning, if you don't defend your throat and fight to lose both, maybe it's a draw!

Get into this situation, how can you explain to your master!

Everyone in the crew shook their fists fiercely, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many people around, they would all jump up to celebrate.

Handsome!

How handsome!

No wonder there are always people kicking out of the gym when watching movies! It turns out that the feeling of kicking the gym is so cool!

Yu Huatian shook his hand, and after looking at a few people, he threw out the long sword with his right hand!

This time, he used 'Qi'!

The long sword stabbed deep into the pillar on the side with a 'doo', and the sword entered more than half!

Seeing this, Master Hong and Qi Baimei stood up and looked at Yuhuatian with a shocked expression!

If they had seen Aji Aaron lose before, they still felt that it was just that their skills were inferior to others, and they lost in experience.

Then they now know how big the gap is between the two!

There was no trace of arrogance in the eyes of the two of them looking at Yuhuatian, only horror was left!

"Internal strength!"

"Inner fist?"

Hearing the exclamations of the two, the martial arts hall disciples were also a little unable to sit still.

"Internal strength?"

"Isn't the internal strength lost a long time ago?"

"No, I've heard the master say before that when he was young, he went to experience and saw a Taoist master who knew internal skills in Wudang."

"This person is the Wudang Daoist? Is Wudang Dao Chang's personality so bad and arrogant? ”

The martial arts hall disciples chatted about it, and Ah Ji and Ah Long breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

It's not a shame to lose to someone who knows how to do internal strength.

Master Hong and Qi Baimei were particularly shocked, the person in front of him was a hairy boy in his early twenties, how could he have such a 'deep' internal strength?

You must know that the inner boxing is completely different from the outer boxing!

The inner family has not gone out for ten years, and the outer family has killed people for three years!

This kid is young, how can he have such a 'strong' internal force?

Yu Huatian moved his body lightly and said, "It's all said that you guys will go together!" ”

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the group of disciples, and this time the martial arts hall was fried, and the martial arts hall disciples shouted and scolded one after another.

But when he took a step forward, the group of martial arts hall disciples took a step back.

Take a step, and the other person takes a step back.

There is obviously only one person, but it seems that there are thousands of troops standing behind him, and the other party can't resist at all.

"Enough, today our Hong Martial Arts Pavilion has adopted it!"

Master Hong spoke decisively and clasped his fists with both hands.

Yu Huatian's face couldn't hide his disappointment, he originally thought that this would be a close battle, but as a result, that's it?

Could it be that the current martial arts has been reduced to the point that cats and dogs can be called masters?

In fact, this is also unavoidable.

After all, a bullet can kill a master who has been practicing hard for thirty years, so what's the point of practicing martial arts?

Today's kung fu is no longer a necessary skill for 'walking the rivers and lakes'.

There are fewer and fewer people practicing, and some techniques that can kill people with bare hands are also banned, such as the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands.

Not to mention weapons, the knife control alone is restricted!

At that time, martial arts had become the remnants of the times, and they had been reduced to 'dance skills' that were more effective than practical!

This is the choice of the times.

In those days, the most luxurious car for travel was a horse-drawn carriage.

And where can you still see the carriage now? Who would buy a carriage to travel?

Times are different, although a little lonely, Yuhuatian can also accept it.

After all, the times always have to move forward, and staying where we are all means falling behind, and falling behind means being beaten.

It's just that he is somewhat reluctant.

It's like he watched the lines in a movie called "Party A and Party B" before.

"1997 has passed, and I miss it."

Seeing Yu Huatian's somewhat unfinished expression, Master Hong was somewhat embarrassed.

If he is ten years younger, he will have to compete with Yuhuatian, but after all, he is old, and his body can't keep up.

But suddenly he thought of something, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mr. Rain, is this not enough?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone in the martial arts hall became even more embarrassed.

Yuhuatian didn't bother to hide it, and nodded directly.

"Indeed."

Even Master Hong couldn't get off the stage anymore, but he still said.

"Mr. Yu, in the middle of this month, there will be a martial arts competition jointly held by our five local martial arts gyms and the three dojos of the Wa Kingdom! The winner will receive a prize of 50,000 yuan! I wonder if Mr. Rain is interested? If you are interested, we can give you a place at the Hung Martial Arts Hall. ”

"We also have a place in the White Eyebrow Martial Arts Hall!"

Qi Baimei heard something, and hurriedly got up and shouted the same.

At this moment, the two pavilion owners who were originally united looked at each other with a little disdain.

Yu Huatian frowned and said, "Wokou? ”