The boxing method of shuttle boxing has always been known for its speed, and its precise and ruthless attack methods have left a lot of traces in the history of martial arts in Nanwuzhou.

Although the genre is not very strong, it has existed for a long time, and it can be regarded as one of the various genres that has a long history.

After all, more than 200 years have passed, and anything can be spoken. Many of the schools founded during the Dark Ages, whether strong or weak, have been reduced to ashes over the years, and even left nothing but traces.

It is not easy for the shuttle fist to be preserved to this day.

And Pan Sheng's Fengshanmen is just an emerging martial arts school, and it has only been more than 20 years since its establishment, and the founder at that time is still serving as the current sect leader.

However, any emerging school that can stand out from the many non-mainstream factions and become an orthodox martial arts school naturally has something extraordinary.

At that time, the leader of the Wind Leg Gate stepped on two small schools in a row.

"Although the level of the senior brother is not high, his basic skills are very solid, and among the martial artists of the same level, he is considered a relatively powerful one. Xu Xianxian looked at the fight between the two on the stage, and her scarlet pupils stared straight at her: "But the opponent I encountered... It doesn't seem easy..."

Although she doesn't have much communication with her brothers and sisters on weekdays, her relationship is not bad, she has been to the restaurant together, she has sung K, and occasionally she will discuss martial arts.

Regarding the situation of this Senior Brother Pan Sheng, Xu Xianxian has a little understanding.

She knew that her brother's family situation was even more complicated than her own, his father was disabled in a car accident, and his mother ran away with another man, and never visited their father and son again. Senior Brother Pan Sheng, who has had a poor living environment since he was a child, fortunately met his master Liu Wentao and was accepted as a disciple, forming this master-apprentice relationship.

Liu Wentao has a great favor to Pan Sheng, so Pan Sheng, who is not at a high level of martial arts and cannot win glory for the genre, has always felt guilty and guilty about his ordinary qualifications.

So as soon as he came to power this time, Pan Sheng went all out.

Xu Xianxian naturally discovered this, according to normal circumstances, Pan Sheng, who has a solid foundation, is also at the level of the pinnacle of the third level, and the probability of victory is very high when fighting alone with the average third-level single.

"Senior brother, this is bound to win, but that inch-headed man... It doesn't seem to be just level three..."

After all, they are all people of their own genre, and Xu Xianxian's eyes still showed a little worry.

Before fighting in person, no one, even those powerful Force Force, could hardly judge the level and characteristics of the other party directly with the naked eye.

If the other party does not go all out, it is difficult for others to see through the strength of the other party, unless their own characteristics are that they have the power of perspective and can see through everything, otherwise it is simply a fool's dream.

Even in the Martial Arts Association, the certification level has to go through a series of tests, which are measured by high-tech machines and real people at the same time, in order to give an accurate ability value.

Therefore, even if Xu Xianxian is a martial artist, if she wants to distinguish the strength of an inch-headed man at the beginning, she can't do it, only when the other party really makes a move, can she make a rough judgment from the breath, speed, strength, and skill.

For example, this inch-headed man with wind legs, from the beginning of the fight to the present, his hands and feet seem to be a little unable to let go, and he is hiding something.

Boom!

In the ring at this time, Pan Sheng just grabbed the opponent's flaw, and directly slapped the opponent's fist around the opponent and accurately hit the man's shoulder.

He didn't hit the opponent's vital position, after all, in Pan Sheng's eyes, this is just a game in the final analysis, as long as the winner is decided, there is no need to make a fuss.

And the inch snake is the most vicious move of shuttle boxing, as long as the shoulder is hit by this move, basically even if it is not pierced, its shoulder blades will be shattered, and it will lose its combat effectiveness on the spot, even if the martial artist has strong physical fitness, it will take at least a few months of cultivation to recover.

After the inch-headed man was hit in the shoulder, he subconsciously took seven or eight steps backwards, until he retreated to the edge of the ring, and then reluctantly stopped.

On the other side of the backstage, after Liu Wen saw this scene, she shouted with some excitement: "Senior brother's usual exercise is not in vain, this first game must have been won!"

In her eyes, for a martial artist of the same level, even if the inch snake only hits the shoulder, the other party will lose its combat effectiveness in an instant. In the ring, victory and defeat often happen in an instant.

A few martial artists who were also waiting next to him just turned their heads and glanced at Liu Wen a few times, but they didn't speak, but the expressions on their faces also recognized the other party's words.

In this kind of game, being hit once or twice is enough to lose your strength. And those who eat a lot of hard work either have a huge gap in strength and can ignore the impact of the other party, or they have been beaten to death in the ring.

After all, even if a seventh-level martial artist is between each other, one party allows the other party to hammer four or five times, and they have to die on the spot, and there is no luck at all.

But Liu Wentao, who was sitting in the audience, his expression changed at this time, and he looked at this scene with a solemn face, "This Fengleg disciple named Tian Li seems to hide his true level..."

As a sixth-level martial artist, he has been in different battles for a long time and has a lot of experience, and after careful observation, he immediately discovered that this Fengleg Sect disciple didn't seem to have all his strength.

"Even when he was hit by an inch snake, he just deliberately shifted his body, and then revealed his flaws..."Liu Wentao's expression was gloomy, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he still got up and stood up: "Xiaosheng, don't fight, come down!"

As soon as he opened his mouth like this, he immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, and everyone understood the meaning of a direct end, that is, to take the initiative to abstain and surrender. These people's expressions were a little stunned, and they didn't seem to expect that the master of the dignified faction would actually open his mouth to make his disciples surrender.

You must know that in many medium and large martial arts schools, the sect leaders encourage their disciples to fight for the honor and status of the school even if they die and drain their last drop of blood.

"Naturally, those people will not understand what the master is doing. Only Xu Xianxian, who was sitting in her position and watching all this quietly, understood the reason: "Because of a small school like us, we can't afford to hurt people, let alone die!"

Except for Xu Xianxian, the only young disciple who can handle it is the senior brother Pan Sheng. If there is any more accident, this martial arts hall will not even have anyone to deal with affairs, so it is impossible to leave all the big and small matters to the sect master alone, right?

"Why did Dad want Senior Brother to surrender?!"

Liu Wen, who was still cheering, looked at her father who was speaking in the distance, showing an expression of disbelief.

As for Pan Sheng in the ring, after hearing the master's shout, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then reacted, just shaking his head at the master from afar.

He whispered to himself, "No... Master, I don't want to drag the genre back any longer, no matter what the outcome is, at least let me finish this one..."

Perhaps because of the master's words, Pan Sheng, who thought he was in control, instantly raised his vigilance, and he who was originally walking to the edge of the ring slowly stopped, looking at Tian Li's gaze, showing a little vigilance.