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Although the martial arts of Jin Tinglin is called "Jin Pavilion Feast, Wine Pond Meat Forest", it is by no means a set of recipes.

These eight words reveal the meaning of drunken gold, poor and extravagant, and extremely enjoyable for the wealth of the world.

And the more you enjoy it, the more powerful the boxing technique becomes, until it finally becomes the way of the sword.

This Grandmaster Jin's state of mind is that he has a faint monarch in his heart, his daily living and walking specifications are like royalty, although he has a full taste of the earth emperor, but this is his own understanding.

The cost of cultivating this kind of martial arts artistic conception is so high that not everyone can learn it.

The four-character decision of cultivation, "wealth and law", the word wealth ranks first, it is precisely said that although there are thousands of ways to practice, what is most needed is resources.

Without resources, many methods will be given to you, and you will not be able to cultivate.

But for those who have the money to learn, not one out of a thousand people may be able to maintain a state of mind in bliss. More than nine out of ten people will feel that they are nouveau riche and cannot break through the heart barrier.

Only those who can cultivate a transcendent heart in luxury enjoyment are grandmasters.

Jin Tinglin's boxing technique was like a brass pillar flying out of the golden pavilion, and the fist was full of Yanggang's power, and there was a faint smell of burning, as if these copper pillars had been burned red.

This is the realm of the faint king's rigidity, the cannon branding divine fist.

If anyone dares to say that I am not enjoying it right, and that it is too extravagant, it is better to go to Qingchi and hang the southeast branch, so I will invite him to eat this hot copper pillar iron fist.

The artistic conception of the sword on the Qin Huai Fengyue of Gang Master Xu and others is too elegant, but the artistic conception of the wealth of this Grandmaster Jin is too vulgar, and he is extremely rigid and self-serving, and he is extremely good at "refusing advice".

However, although the artistic conception is too vulgar, it is very arrogant and exaggerated.

Chu Lingfeng seemed to be out of breath by his heavy stacking hot punches, and his voice was still leisurely, "Golden fat man, you have a good Zen heart, and you have really walked out of a path in the rich township." ”

The Cao Gang has the origin of Zen Buddhism, and the Zen Gang is passed on, otherwise no matter how high the martial arts talent of the master of Jinzhuang is, he will not dare to take this road of enjoyment without a state of mind.

Jin Tinglin smiled, but the muscles on his face were very stiff, like a tyrannical king who was smiling fiercely on the throne.

Chu Lingfeng said again, "In the martial arts, it is said that there are five arhats in Shaolin, I think you are the sixth arhat under the Shaolin sect?"

Jin Tinglin's fist continued to be strengthened, and he smiled cruelly, "Jin is a wine and meat arhat!"

Chu Lingfeng nodded, "Okay, it's really a wine and meat arhat who cultivates in the wine pond meat forest." ”

Jin Tinglin laughed, "There are a total of eighteen arhats in Shaolin Temple. Chu drunkard, you accompanied the Dragon Soul Gang to the troubled waters, but now you regret it?"

Ji Aojian was stunned, how did this Shaolin Temple cultivate the grandmaster figures, there are eighteen Arhats? This is even more perverted than the family.

Chu Lingfeng sneered, "Golden Fat Man, when you talk about it, you become selling strong pills." If there really are eighteen arhats in Shaolin, how can it be the current pattern in the martial arts?"

Jin Tinglin shouted, "If you don't believe it, forget it." ”

He didn't say more, only pushed the heat on his fist more and more.

Ji Aojian observed carefully, and saw that this Jin Grandmaster's boxing method was flat and calm, and it was still based on the Five Elements Fist of the Dragon, Tiger, Leopard, Snake and Crane. But he turned into a cannon branding fist, and after he launched it with the qi of Yanggang, his momentum was already integrated, just like a faint king in the world.

However, although Jin Tinglin's cannon punch was like a dense copper pillar flying around, Chu Lingfeng's figure was always like a gust of wind, coming and going in the pavilion pillars, unpredictable.

I saw Chu Lingfeng smile and said, "Golden fat man, you are an arhat of wine and meat, and Chu is also a frequent guest in wine, today I will eat and drink all of your wine pond meat forest!"

He put his two fingers together and swiped lightly in the air, and everyone suddenly breathed, as if they saw a sharp sword qi swept up the brass pillar.

With a snort, the blade of the sword slashed across the copper pillar. The clothes on Jin Tinglin's arm suddenly cracked open a long slit, revealing a blood-stained mark.

The Wine and Meat Sect Master roared, and following the momentum of this sword stroke, he punched Chu Lingfeng with a backhand punch and hit Chu Lingfeng's chest hard.

This blow was like a red-hot thousand-pound pillar slamming suddenly, Chu Lingfeng's chest immediately sank, a concave mark appeared, and his body flew backwards.

When Jiangnan's first sword fell to the ground again, the clothes on his chest already had a somewhat burning smell, and a charred black fist mark was here, which was very terrifying.

If there is such a fist mark on the body of another person, the internal organs must have been blown to pieces by the cannon branding fist.

Chu Lingfeng smiled, with a hint full of chances of winning, "Golden Fatty, the change in your boxing technique will end here." ”

The golden pavilion forest was as heavy as a stone, and he didn't say a word.

Chu Lingfeng's body moved again, and everyone's eyes could barely see his figure clearly, only to feel that another gust of wind was swirling around the golden pavilion.

This breeze was very restless, sneering, sneering, shè out countless sword qi, and collided with the fiery red brass pillar.

The martial arts artistic conception of the first sword in the south of the Yangtze River is called "Sharp Xuanxiao, Chasing the Wind and Scenery", and is famous all over the world for its sharp swordsmanship and body chasing the wind.

Zhuo Changfeng has the Xingchen Sword in his hand, and Chu Lingfeng uses the Xuanxiao Sword, both of which are among the seven famous swords in the world.

Only the eyes of the first-class masters present can distinguish the fists and feet of the two of them.

Chu Lingfeng's sword wind was sharp, and Jin Tinglin's fist intent was condensed. The fists and fingers of the two of them contain the strength of Gang, with the power of broken stone and breaking the wall, but when they fall on each other, they seem to be like hitting a solid ball, and most of the strength is dissolved.

Ji Aojian was the first time in his life to see the battle of the grandmaster, and at this time he knew that such a character was not only in the number of moves to restrain the opponent, but also when the fists and feet were behind him, the battle between strength and strength was more important.

After the grandmaster is easy to wash the muscles, the muscles and bones are as tough as rubber cow tendons, if there is no extremely clever strength technique, the scattered force hits them only as an itch.

If the two grandmasters fought empty-handed, and neither of them had the best skills to break the body, neither of them could help anyone, and it would often evolve into a situation of a thousand-day battle.

If an ordinary master wants to defeat a grandmaster, he must hold a sharp weapon in his hand, and a siege with empty hands is almost useless.

Therefore, under the great grandmaster, the grandmaster can already be called invincible.

The bodies of the two grandmasters on the field can still bear it, but the clothes are very unlucky. Jin Tinglin's gorgeous golden robe was cut by the sword qi one after another, and Chu Lingfeng's coarse cloth clothes also appeared one after another scorched black fist marks.

Although the scene seemed to be equal, Ji Ao's sword spirit attainment was already very high, but he could already sense the direction of the situation.

Chu Lingfeng's sword qi was vertical and horizontal, densely packed into a net, and there were countless attack points, which made Jin Tinglin more and more unguardable.

At the beginning, he could punch him every time he stabbed three swords, and gradually he attacked five swords in exchange for one punch, and now it is possible to be punched back after the seven or eight swords go out.

After all, Jin Tinglin was bulky, and this kind of physique had a weight advantage in dealing with characters below the grandmaster. But among the people of the same level, they are destined to be at a disadvantage in terms of body style and speed.

The more he couldn't keep up with Chu Lingfeng's rhythm and frequency of moves, the more fierce the sword momentum on Chu Lingfeng's fingers became, the more his qi swayed freely, and the power of his sword qi increased point by point.

Suddenly, Jin Tinglin felt a chill on his body, only to find that his entire shirt had been cut into strips of cloth by the Chu Great Swordsman and flew away with the wind.

After all, he is a grandmaster, and his mood is calm, and at this moment, he gritted his teeth and roared, and he was about to fight naked.

But he saw Chu Lingfeng's sword stretching out his fingertips, and a little blood flowed on it, "Golden fat man, don't you still admit defeat?"

It turned out that his offensive had already left wounds on Jin Tinglin's body.

Jin Tinglin dismissed the sex and shouted, "What a foot is this fur injury, Jin has to fight you for three hundred rounds!"

Ji Aojian shook his head and thought, Master Jin, it's only a matter of time before you lose completely. Mr. Chu has only scratched your skin at this time, but he has opened up the situation, and he will naturally hurt you more and more seriously.

However, Sect Master Jin is in a faint state of mind, and as soon as he has a seizure, he is rigid and self-serving, unable to listen to people's words, and what he dislikes the most is to admit his mistakes and admit defeat.

Chu Lingfeng said with a smile, "Fat brother, your fighting spirit is commendable, Chu really admires it." As a token of respect, I'm going to write a few words behind your back. ”

Jin Tinglin was stunned for a moment and asked, "What do you want to write?"

Chu Lingfeng hooked his fingers and said seriously, "I'm a balloon." ”

The volatile qi on his fingertips at this time was already able to cut through the flesh of Jin Tinglin's skin, and if it was a stab and left a wound, it would remain for a long time, but it would not dissipate as quickly as the blood marks appeared just now.

The audience burst into laughter, seeing this Jin Sect Master's fat figure with his bare body, the more he looked at it, the more he looked like a ball, and they all urged, "Mr. Chu, write quickly, let's wait for a feast for our eyes!"

Jin Tinglin's face seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, and his fighting spirit turned into a floating cloud, and he hurriedly jumped back, and said busily, "Mr. Chu, your martial arts are superb, and Jin is willing to bow down." ”

He conceded defeat with lightning speed, and then immediately shouted, "Come on!"

Immediately, someone stepped forward and put on a set of luxurious clothes for him, and immediately he was a jeweled and spirited outsider.

Chu Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, looked down at his clothes were all scorched black fist marks, which were already in tatters, and then looked at Jin Tinglin, who was full of vigor again, and muttered, "Why do I feel as if I lost?"

Jin Tinglin coughed, "Mr. Chu said with a smile. I've got some clothes here, and I'll give you a set too?"

Chu Lingfeng shook his head and said, "Your clothes are too expensive, I can't wear them." ”

He said to Ji Ao, "Master Ji Zhuang, Chu's current image is bad and unorthodox, so he will leave first." ”

Ji Aojian hurriedly said, "Mr. Chu, I have clothes to change here." ”

As soon as this sentence was finished, Chu Lingfeng's figure was no longer in the martial arts arena, and his speed of action was indeed worthy of the name of chasing the wind.

I only heard his voice coming, "Golden Fatty, you have lost, if you dare to entangle again, Chu will smash your Jinting Villa." ”