Zhuge Qing's arrival attracted the attention of many girls, but most of them were staring at the venue.

Without temptation, Ma Shan took the lead in attacking Xiao Xiao.

Bajiquan is famous for its explosive power, and it is known as shaking the arms and hitting the sky and shaking the feet.

In Xiao Xiao's opinion, it was a safe distance, and it was pulled in by Ma Shan in an instant.

Fortunately, Xiao Xiao had already taken precautions, and while retreating backwards, he snorted, and spewed out a powerful white gas from his mouth.

Bajiquan relies on blowing to exert force, while some aliens directly rely on blowing to release shock waves, specializing in people's souls.

This trick has a miraculous effect on the alien who cultivates to a partial subject, but if you meet a master who cultivates both inside and outside, it will be very chicken.

Ma Shan is undoubtedly a master of practicing spirit and spirit internally and muscles and bones outside, so even if he took a blow on the front, he only shook his shoulders slightly, and then slapped his palm on Xiao Xiao's lower abdomen.

The dantian is a vital part of the human being, Xiao Xiao was hit hard by this, and he only felt that his stomach was turning upside down, curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp, and his body was trembling because of the severe pain.

"Xiao Xiao!"

Lu Linglong anxiously shouted the names of her companions and rushed into the arena to check on Xiao Xiao's injuries.

"I didn't ...... Affair! Xiao Xiao gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain in his abdomen, propped his hands on the ground and tried to get up, but found that he couldn't use his strength at all.

"Don't talk yet, we'll take you to heal!" Lu Linglong and Wang Ergou helped Xiao Xiao up and walked towards several seniors of Jishitang.

"Knock down Xiao Xiao with one move, there is something in this Mashan."

"I've never heard of his name before, where did this man come from?"

"Seeking truth will be Huang Ning'er's apprentice."

"Truth-seeking? This sect has been developing rapidly recently, and its power is almost comparable to the four of them. ”

"No wonder it's so crazy, this time it's just to make a name for yourself."

………………

Listening to the discussions around him, Ma Shan, who was full of meat, raised his chin proudly and asked loudly, "Who else wants to come and teach me Ma Shan's kung fu?" ”

For a while, no one answered.

Mainly among the young people, they can't beat him if they are unhappy, and they are all deep in their minds and don't want to defend so early.

"Since no one is coming, then I'll order someone." Ma Shan sneered, his eyes wandering on the faces of Zhang Lingyu, Zhuge Qing, Lu Lin and others.

In the end, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Chuyi, who was holding his arms in the crowd and watching the excitement.

"Zhang Chuyi, do you dare to come up and fight with me!" Ma Shan's tone was arrogant and turned on the taunt mode.

"Fourth brother, I remember that Qiuzhen will have a lot of cooperation with the company, right?" Zhang Chuyi turned his head and looked at Xu Si.

Xu Siman didn't care and said: "Let's learn, it will inevitably be injured and bleed, as long as you don't scrap it." ”

"I'm relieved to have your words." Zhang Chuyi said and did a few chest expansion exercises and came to Ma Shan.

"Is my hatred so great, you don't choose the younger generation of Shuangbi Pestle, you have to pick me as an opponent?" Zhang Chuyi smiled helplessly, looked at Ma Shan and complained.

"Seven years ago, my master died at the hands of your grandfather." Ma Shan was also laughing, but his eyes were extremely fierce.

"It turned out that I came to seek revenge, no wonder." Zhang Chuyi showed a clear expression, "Eight poles are up, then it's not easy to keep your hands." ”

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Ma Shan elbowed up to the top and posed two instrument piles.

"You're mistaken, I mean, I can't keep my hands." Zhang Chuyi stepped forward, lunged and bent his knees, and held his hands forward and backward to support the sky.

"Erlang Danshan?!" Ma Shan's pupils shrank, and he never expected that Zhang Chuyi would also be Bajiquan.

Not only Ma Shan, but Zhuge Qing, who was watching the battle next to him, was also stunned for a moment.

"Don't say I didn't persuade you later, it's too late for you to admit defeat now." Zhang Chuyi's breath was long, but the true qi in his body had already stirred, and the momentum of the whole person was like a fierce beast leaning over, calm and dangerous.

"Who loses and who wins!" Ma Shan seemed to have suffered a great humiliation, and while shouting angrily, the whole person was like the long legs of an iron tower, and he crashed towards Zhang Chuyi.

The eight-pole boxing method is fierce and fierce, relying on the ferocity of your life and death to take the lead, other martial artists see a strong man of two hundred catties rushing forward, and the first thought must be to avoid its edge.

But Zhang Chuyi's dictionary did not avoid the four words of its edge, and in the face of the menacing Ma Shan, he immediately elbowed his whole arm and pushed forward.

Ma Shan, who was rushing wildly, obviously didn't mean to use Tie Shan, and when he was about to get closer, he suddenly twisted his waist and swung his fist, hitting Zhang Chuyi's temple!

Zhang Chuyi didn't know how many times he had seen this kind of virtual and real routine, only to see his whole person go forward like a ghost, just right to let Ma Shan's heavy fist rub his scalp, and then raised his elbow and went straight to Ma Shan's chin.

Ma Shanwei howled, his head and body fell back sharply, and his right elbow also went up by inertia, wanting to fight with Zhang Chuyi.

Feeling a strong wind from the bottom up, Zhang Chuyi's left hand narrowly blocked the blow in front of his throat, while his elbow in the air stretched forward, and then smashed into Ma Shan's shoulder like an iron rod.

Originally, Ma Shan wanted to win Zhang Chuyi by relying on the virtual and real change of play, but the head-on three-board axe was so lightly resolved, and in the face of Zhang Chuyi's smash, he was suddenly afraid in his heart.

However, after only half a step back, he had already lost

"Can't be returned!" In the crowd, a middle-aged man with a big shoulder and a round waist suddenly burst into flames.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was Ma Shan's master, Huang Ning'er, the president of the Truth-seeking Association.

Ma Shan, who heard the master's order, trembled, gritted his teeth and made a jab forward, rushing straight to Zhang Chuyi's front door, trying to force him back in this way.

However, how could Zhang Chuyi, who was prejudiced to win, just let it go?

In the face of Ma Shan's punch, he didn't dodge or dodge, he leaned over directly and pushed Ma Shan's punch back with his skull.

Rao is Ma Shan's iron fists have burst I don't know how many iron sand bags, but they were also cracked by Zhang Chuyi's brain, and his wrist hurt as if he had been pricked by a needle.

Subjective consciousness must yield to objective reality, and even though Ma Shan has ten thousand thoughts of rushing forward in his heart, he still endures the pain and keeps retreating.

Bajiquan pays attention to the fact that if the enemy advances, I will advance, and if the enemy retreats, I will advance.

Once this indomitable momentum rises, trying to stop it is tantamount to using the mantis arm as a car.

Since Zhang Chuyi opened the door of Mashan, he naturally had no reason to let him regain his strength, and suddenly poked his feet on the ground and pulled back, kicking all over the field of sand and rocks, and the whole person continued to move forward like an unstoppable chariot, and his fists and elbows smashed over like rain hitting plantains.

After two hard fights, Ma Shan was beaten back one after another, and his fists gradually fell apart with his severely aching hands.

Seeing that he was about to lose, someone on the side of the Truth-seeking Society couldn't sit still, so he flew into the middle and shot at Zhang Chuyi.