In previous years, the lion dance tournament was all fist to fist and soldier to soldier, although there were no clear regulations, but they were also subtly divided into two groups, and the last two won a few games of mixed martial arts - weapons were also used, but they were only some bamboo and wood tied to practice swords.

It's a bit cumbersome, but it's not unfair.

Now there are many masters of the martial arts hall who have led their disciples to Mo Wen to congratulate them carefully, and the stands of the Mo family martial arts hall have been cleaned at some point, and there are more neat and smooth mahogany tables and chairs, and some melon seeds and peanut tea.

Mo Wen returned the salute with a smile on his face, and did not forget to look back behind him, Yang Yuqin was carefully lifting Xiao Yan's shirt and applying ointment to those bruised places.

"I've almost figured out their moves, and I'm sure I'll win the next game!" Xiao Yan grinned.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," Qi Zehui held the tea bowl and sat down like a young master with Erlang's legs crossed, "I'll go, look at you like that, tsk, your old man should rest leisurely!"

"Nonsense! I can still - hiss, it hurts!" Xiao Yan gasped.

Yang Yuqin said with a smile: "You better let your friend go, he can handle it, it just so happens that the little junior sister is here, you can play with her." ”

"Hug, hug!" The little junior sister walked to Xiao Yan's side with her hands and feet, and hugged his thighs firmly.

"This ...... Okay, Hui Shao, you have to be careful!" Xiao Yan scratched his head and compromised.

"Oh, I know, I know!" Qi Zehui waved his hand impatiently and said with a smile.

"The third one—"

"It's started!" Qi Zehui hurriedly drank the tea in his hand, and rushed into the ring in a few arrows.

"Mo Family Martial Arts Pavilion Qi Zehui, against Huang Family Martial Arts Pavilion Huang Ling-" Chairman Sun suddenly turned his head and looked straight at Qi Zehui, his eyes were a little strange.

"Uncle, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and start shouting!" Qi Zehui looked at the fat old man with a smile, "Don't keep staring at me just because I'm handsome, I'll be shy!"

"Elder Sun......" Huang Ling, who had been hugging his shoulders and not saying a word, suddenly raised his head and looked at President Sun expressionlessly: "Can you start?"

Sun Changgeng exhaled slowly and faintly, and said slowly: "Let's start!"

"Hey!" Qi Zehui screamed, jumping left and right and rushing towards the tall Huang Ling in front of him.

Huang Ling's eyes were calm and cold, and he put on a dragon fist starting style, and when everyone thought he was going to attack, he changed his normal behavior, only defended and did not attack, and after bending down to dodge two moves, he quickly moved forward to open the distance. In the face of Qi Zehui's fancy moves that obviously had flaws to follow, he was still unwilling to make a move, which was very different from the martial arts purpose of the Huang Family Martial Arts Gym.

Qi Zehui was a little strange, but his face did not change, and his eyes rolled and he began to provoke him again, hoping to provoke him to anger.

But Huang Ling was still expressionless, and he didn't even frown, as if he was a wooden man built by Master Lu Ban who could only follow the gears and axles. Even though Qi Zehui had unceremoniously greeted the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, Huang Ling still dodged, retreated, and dodged without saying a word.

What is he waiting for?

Qi Zehui's heart was full of impatience and doubts, but there was nothing he could do for a while. The name of the beggar gang boxing method he practiced is called "Getaway", taking the allusion of Zhuangzi, there is the meaning of Kunpeng wind rising, floating dreams, what he is good at is not the attack on the fists and feet, but the ethereal spirit of the body, with the brake, see the move. There must be omissions and flaws in all martial arts, and the essence of this set of boxing methods lies in waiting for others to make a move to reveal the flaws, that is, the main dodge and posterior strike.

And Huang Ling's stubborn posture really made Qi Zehui a little helpless. After fighting for the time of the small half-pillar incense, Qi Zehui couldn't hold it back, and he turned back three feet away, and asked curiously: "What kind of play style are you?

Huang Ling looked at him indifferently, put his right hand behind him, rubbed his fingers lightly, and showed a strange smile: "Don't care about cats and dogs, you can make two more moves." ”

"Hit, hit!" Qi Zehui laughed three times, got up and rushed over, and swept straight towards Huang Ling's head with a whip leg.

Huang Li stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes didn't blink, he just stayed in place, as if he was willing to take this move.

Qi Zehui was a little confused in his heart, but he was also secretly happy, and he used a lot of force on his legs, bringing up the strong wind of "whirring".

"Is this man stupid?" the eyes of the people in the stands widened and puzzled.

Xiao Yan turned his head to look at Master Huang, but found that he was calm and relaxed, and he was not in the same embarrassment as before.

It was as if everything was expected by him.

"Drink—hey?" The whip leg was about to be whipped into Huang Ling's face, but it suddenly softened like a deflated ball, and in the midst of everyone's surprise, Qi Zehui hurriedly rolled twice in the air to retract the attack, and when he landed on the stake again, he actually sat down tremblingly.

And Qi Zehui in the ring was even more frightened, he raised his hands and wanted to squeeze them into fists, but found that he couldn't squeeze them tightly no matter what.

It seems like...... The strength of the whole body is being sucked away by something......

"I ...... I'm ......" Qi Zehui looked at his hands in disbelief, and his voice was so weak that only he could hear it.

"Now, do you know what kind of trick this is?" Huang Ling sneered.

"Uh!" Qi Zehui snorted, a strong tinnitus erupted in his ears, and he staggered to his feet, threatening to fall from the plum blossom stake.

"What's going on?" the crowd of onlookers looked at each other, all of them unclear.

Only the expressions of Chairman Sun and Master Huang were unbearable, and the other was flat, which did not seem surprising at all.

At this moment, Huang Ling rushed over like lightning and pulled Qi Zehui, who was about to fall out of the ring, back with one hand.

"Hey?" "Even Qi Zehui himself couldn't understand why he was saved by his opponent for no apparent reason?

But when Huang Ling's huge fist rushed towards him fiercely, he suddenly understood.

With a muffled snort, Qi Zehui flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, hanging weakly on the stake, Huang Ling showed no mercy, and then came up and kicked his hand.

"Uhhh

"What's going on, fight back, hit him!" Xiao Yan shouted anxiously.

Qi Zehui raised an arm with difficulty, but it quickly hung down - Huang Ling grabbed him by the collar, pulled Qi Zehui up, and punched him viciously in the lower abdomen.

"Poof!" Qi Zehui spat out a mouthful of bitter water, and his head hung down completely.

"Master, what's going on?" Xiao Yan and a group of disciples shouted anxiously at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen picked up the cup that Qi Zehui had drunk before, sniffed it, and then his face became ugly.

Xiao Yan immediately understood, jumped off the stands in a hurry, and was about to rush up, but was stopped by a handyman and the people of the Huang Family Martial Arts Hall.

"Xiao Yan!" Mo Wen and his party hurriedly followed, glaring angrily at the Huang family's disciples.

The eyes of the audience instantly turned to this side.

"Yo yo yo, Master Mo, the master of the martial arts hall is not allowed to participate in the competition, you are too anxious. Master Huang walked out of the back of the crowd leisurely, smiling kindly.

"Huang Laosan, you are drugged again!" Mo Wen stared at Master Huang's eyes, and Master Huang hurriedly smiled and turned his head to avoid this gaze: "Master Mo, you can't wronged me, we who practice martial arts, we must talk about evidence when we talk and do things." ”

"I'm not the hall owner, let me pass!" Xiao Yan shouted angrily.

Master Huang let out an "oh" and made a gesture of please: "We are not in your way, little friend, it may happen that my disciples are standing there where you are going—do you say that it is a coincidence?"

Xiao Yan was surrounded by the crowd of people who pushed and shoved, his face was red with anger, and he saw that his friends in the ring had been beaten and dying, and he couldn't help but move his hands in an instant.

"Kill these yellow dogs!" "Fight! I don't want to endure it for a long time!" The two groups of people exploded like a powder keg when they touched each other, and they scuffled together in an instant, and faintly heard the sound of swords coming out of their sheaths.

The venue erupted in a commotion. Suddenly, the gongs and drums sounded loudly, and I saw that the master, who had been paralyzed on the ground before, had recovered his spirit, and was leading a large group of officers and soldiers to surround everyone with a majestic face: "Stop! How dare a group of Diao people make trouble here?"

Everyone hurriedly stopped and separated, due to the large number of people in the Huang Family Martial Arts Pavilion and the help of miscellaneous servants, most of the disciples of the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall were colored.

"Master!" Xiao Yan hurriedly pounced, and he saw that Mo Wen's arm had been cut by a knife, and the blood was not stopping.

A disciple of the Huang Family Martial Arts Pavilion raised the dagger in his hand defiantly.

"It's okay, I'm flashing fast. Mo Wen twitched the corners of his mouth and comforted.

"You! Gather a crowd to fight, pick quarrels and provoke trouble, come and take people away!" The master pointed at Mo Wen arrogantly, and several officers and soldiers immediately stepped forward and arrogantly set up Mo Wen.

"Obviously, the Huang Family Martial Arts Pavilion is also there, why don't you take them away?" Xiao Yan roared hoarsely.

"Do things in the official family, do you need to talk more?" the master sneered and waved his big hand: "Take it back!"