"Wing Chun, Jiangnan small boxer, a generation of three or five people. ”

"Eight slashes, knife skills, pay attention to two words, short and fast!"

Xu Daoqing's words reminded Gu Fengyang of last night's knife, twelve strange short knives like daggers, which turned out to be called eight chopping knives?

He didn't think about it for long, because Xu Daoqing only stayed in the Old Summer Palace for a short time, and then got back on the foreign car and wanted to go to the Forbidden City.

has just accepted an apprentice, and as a master, it is necessary for him to show some real skills. Last night's boxing and half-court knife were countless.

The Forbidden City is more than twenty miles away from the Old Summer Palace, and Gu Fengyang didn't rest for long, but he ran down in one breath, and he only sweated.

This gave Xu Daoqing a deeper understanding of the physique of his first apprentice, and he said: "It's very good to have patience and strength." But boxing is skillful and ruthless, and you have to use all your strength where it should be used, and play a twelve-point role. ”

Gu Fengyang nodded, he didn't seem to understand this passage, but he would soon be able to see the master's boxing skills, and he must be able to comprehend some true meaning from it

The two of them had arrived at the door of the Xingyi Gym.

Xingyi Boxing Gym is on the edge of the Forbidden City, is a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits, and the houses are two-storey western-style buildings, one floor to practice boxing, and the second floor to live in.

The gym has two gates, vermilion, with holes open.

As if they had expected that someone would come to break in today, Xu Daoqing and Gu Fengyang had just crossed the threshold and saw a large number of people.

About twenty apprentices, dressed in tight armor, wearing helmets that completely obscured their faces, and spears in their hands, rushed out of the courtyard.

"The armor of the soldiers of the previous dynasty is used on the warriors?" Xu Daoqing shook his head and sneered, as if mocking, and as he spoke, he had already caught up.

In the previous dynasty, the extensive use of war armor was because it could effectively resist firearms, when the guns of foreigners brutally blasted open the door of the country that had been closed for many years, only the war armor wrapped the fragile body and numb soul of the countrymen, and not naked!

But the armor can't defend against a real warrior.

As one of the few descendants of Wing Chun, Xu Daoqing is naturally a true martial artist.

Like a gust of wind, he floated into the encirclement of more than 20 people, his footsteps moved, like an illusion, and his fists waved and danced, like a shadow.

In an instant, more than twenty behemoths in iron armor just waved their spears indiscriminately, and without even touching the shadow of their opponents, they fell down in unison, holding their hands or feet, lying on the ground and groaning.

Xu Daoqing already had some leeway, he used his personal joint skills, temporarily scrapped the hands and feet of the apprentices, but it did not hurt the roots, and it was enough to heal in three or five days.

It was only at this time that Gu Fengyang understood how ridiculous it was for him to duel with Xu Daoqing recklessly, and Xu Daoqing last night probably didn't even show Yicheng's strength.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Fengyang irrepressibly thought of Ruhua, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"It's the master now!" scolded himself for two sentences, Gu Fengyang hurriedly waved away the graceful figure that gradually appeared in his mind, and continued to look at the master's back.

As soon as the fight began, he stood at the threshold, which was Xu Daoqing's order.

It didn't take long for another group of people to rush out of the Xingyi Boxing Gym, but they didn't wear armor, but held knives.

At the same time, Xu Daoqing also had two more knives in his hands.

Eight slashers!

This small short knife was hidden at his waist, and when his hand was stretched, the knife naturally slid down and fell between the palms of his hands.

It turned out that Xu Daoqing's original plan was to kick the hall, otherwise why bring eight slashing knives?

More than twenty apprentices rushed forward with their swords, and the momentum was very strong, and this group of people was obviously much stronger than the previous group, and they did not wear battle armor, and their speed was very fast. They brandished their long knives at the same time, and the tips of the knives were in one place, faintly, forming some kind of strange connection, like a huge net, covering Xu Daoqing's four directions, blocking all the places where he could move and dodge.

Of course, Xu Daoqing didn't need to hide, he stood in place, like an ancient pine, standing still, he sank down immediately, but his hands spread out like a storm in an instant.

Two hands, in an instant, turned into tens of thousands!

What's the harm in getting stronger?

His sword skills are already stronger than his fist skills!

"Ding Ding Ding ......" A series of dense crisp sounds, but instead of the blades clashing, the apprentices' knives fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Daoqing shot down all the knives and continued to move forward.

No more apprentices rushed out, only an old man, waiting in the depths of the courtyard.

Duan Shanhe!

Duan Shanhe has been in charge of martial arts for many years, and Qiao Guozhen is a peer, but the former's name is much louder. Even though this old man lives in seclusion and has been living in seclusion in the boxing gym for a long time, as long as he is from Beiping, even if he is a newcomer, he will recognize his appearance.

Black hair, long eyebrows, white beard, much stronger than ordinary people, the face is always red, and there is no trace of decay that an old man should have.

Many people say that Duan Shanhe may be able to take charge of martial arts for another thirty years, provided that there was no major event that caused a sensation in Beiping a few days ago: the leader of the martial arts team was injured by a martial artist from the south of the Yangtze River, and he was seriously injured, and he couldn't even attend the Nine Elements Conference, so he could only let his disciples replace him.

This matter has been widely circulated, and the versions are even more varied, Gu Fengyang had heard Qiao Guozhen talk about it in front of the Happy Forest, but he was shocked and speechless for a long time.

But rumors are rumors after all, especially in Beiping, and things that are falsely rumored must not be believed.

But at this time, Gu Fengyang had the opportunity to witness the decisive battle between the two with his own eyes.

The mysterious warrior from the south of the Yangtze River and the first person in the national art who dominated Beiping thirty years ago, who wins and who loses?

Gu Fengyang was looking forward to it, and he faintly hoped that Xu Daoqing would be able to win the final victory, and no apprentice would hope that his master would lose.

In Gu Fengyang's sight, Xu Daoqing had already walked to the deepest part of the first courtyard, less than three meters away from Duan Shanhe.

"You're a lot like me when I was younger. Duan Shanhe said a word.

Xu Daoqing didn't speak, he started directly, still like wind and electricity.

But the next moment, he fell to the ground and was knocked over by Duan Shanhe's punch.

How can it be?

Gu Fengyang was incredulous, he stood there in a daze, and there was a continuous shout like firecrackers in his ears.

The apprentices of the Xingyi Boxing Gym screamed, cheering for the invincibility of the master, especially those who had just been knocked down, like a ghost crying wolf, the scream was extremely loud, and the eardrums of the ancient wind were buzzing.

"It's impossible!" Gu Fengyang looked at Xu Daoqing's fallen figure and muttered to himself.

Xu Daoqing had already gotten up, Xu felt embarrassed, he seemed to have forgotten his apprentices, followed Duan Shanhe, and walked into the deeper courtyard, as if he wanted to ask for boxing skills.

Gu Fengyang stood in front of the threshold, unable to advance or retreat......