When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but burst out laughing. It turned out that the man who came in from the east was a fat old man, with a thick face and a gray beard, and he was in his fifties. It was even more funny that he came from the west, he turned out to be a bald monk. The fat man shouted to everyone: "What are you laughing at? She is competing to recruit relatives, I haven't married a wife yet, can't I compare?" The monk said with a hippie smile: "Old man, even if you win, such a flowery girl, will she be a widow as soon as she passes through the door?" The fat man said angrily: "Then what are you doing here?" The monk said: "With such a beautiful wife, I will immediately return the monk to vulgarity." The crowd burst into laughter.

The girl was aggrieved because of Huang Rong's departure, and at this moment, these two troubled people came to stir up again, and her face became even more angry, so she was about to step forward and make a move. Mu Yi pulled her daughter, told her to be at ease, and casually inserted the flagpole into the ground.

Here the monk and the fat man are fighting to compete with the girl first, you say, I say, I have made a fuss, the idler who is watching laughs and coaxes: "Your brother and son will compete first, whoever wins will be on!" The monk said: "Okay, old man, let's play!" The fat man turned his head sideways and punched back.

Guo Jing saw that the monk used Shaolin Luohan Boxing, and the fat man used Wuxing Boxing, all of which were external kung fu.

The monk is high and low, and his skills are convenient. The fat man is a heavy man with fists and feet, don't look at his old age, he is actually powerful. Fighting to the division, the monk rubbed his body and went straight, bang bang, hammered three times in the fat man's waist, the fat man snorted three times, endured the pain, raised his right fist high, like a giant hammer will come down, is hammering on the monk's bald head.

The monk couldn't stand it, sat on the ground with his buttocks, shook slightly, and suddenly took out the ring knife from the monk's robe, and swung the knife to the fat man's calf.

The crowd shouted. The fat man jumped up to avoid it, reached out and whipped it from his waist, the iron whip in his hand, and it turned out that both of them had hidden blades on their bodies. In the blink of an eye, the knife came and went, the whip went to the knife, and the killing was so lively. Everyone applauded, but they couldn't help retreating, but they were afraid that the weapon would have no eyes and hurt themselves by mistake.

Seeing this, Wang Jing concocted the same method, so he pushed behind Guo Jing, Guo Jing couldn't help but fly up, the monk and the fat man saw that someone was the first to arrive, and immediately stopped fighting, and said angrily: "Boy, you dare to cut in line! Why didn't you go just now?"

Guo Jingnuo said: "I don't know 、、、. Looking at the crowd, I felt that Wang Jing should have pushed him up, but it was hard to say. Then he arched his hand and said: "I didn't mean to, I'll go down!"

The people below coaxed again: "What are you going to do down down? Hurry up and marry the little lady, so as not to fall into the hands of the monk and the fat man and destroy the heavens!"

The monk and the fat man wanted to go on stage to teach Guo Jing a lesson, but Mu Yi stopped: "Since someone has come to power first, the two of you should wait!"

The two were not convinced, Mu Yi suddenly deceived himself, kicked the knife in the monk's hand with his flying feet, grabbed the head of the iron whip, and grabbed it, the fat man couldn't hold it, so he had to let go. Mu Yi threw the iron whip into the ground. The monk and the fat man didn't dare to say much, they each raised their blades and burrowed into the crowd. The crowd burst into laughter again.

In the midst of everyone's laughter, they suddenly heard the bell ringing, and dozens of healthy servants galloped over a young man.

The boy saw the pennant of "Recruiting Relatives by Competition", looked at the girl a few times, and then saw Guo Jing on the stage, smiled slightly, dismounted and walked into the crowd, and asked, "Is this girl recruiting relatives by competition?" and asked Guo Jing again: "Is Brother Tai also on stage to compete?"

The girl blushed and turned her head, but did not answer. Guo Jing replied: "I 、、、 my 、、、"

Mu Yi saw that the son was dressed in brocade clothes, and it was estimated that he was a rich and noble family, so he didn't like it in his heart and didn't want to be involved. He arched his hand and replied: "Childe, please forgive me, it was the son who came to power first, how about asking Childe to watch the battle first?"

The young man in the fancy costume did not answer, and the attendant next to him had already shouted: "Who is our son-in-law?

Seeing this, the people watching below shouted in unison: "Since your son-in-law also wants to play, why don't you ask your son-in-law to compete with that brother first, and whoever wins will be on it!"

Guo Jing waved his hand and said: "I can't make it, I 、、、" The man in Chinese clothes said angrily: "You dare to look down on me?"

The crowd shouted in unison: "Compare a game! Compare a game! Whoever wins the little lady will belong to whom!"

Guo Jing was still about to refuse, the boy in the fancy suit was provoked by Guo Jing and everyone, and he was beaten with a wave, Guo Jing didn't expect that the boy in the fancy costume would suddenly make a move, and he was slapped heavily. Guo Jing was furious, and used the method of wringing in his hand, his left hand went up to the right, his right hand went down to the left, his hands crossed and fell, and he twisted and grabbed the two wrists of the boy at the same time.

The boy was shocked and angry, and he couldn't break free, and shouted, "Are you going to die?" and flew up his right foot and kicked Guo Jing's lower body. Guo Jing shook out his hands and threw him back into the field. The boy was very good at light body kung fu, and this time he saw that his shoulders were down, but he didn't know that when he landed on the ground, he pushed his right foot to the ground, and he was already standing straight.

Everyone cheered in unison, the boy was so ugly, he couldn't get off the stage, shook off the brocade robe, and said angrily: "Let's have another competition!" After speaking, the fierce arm flicked, the brocade robe flew up violently, and came to Guo Jing's head, Guo Jing took it with both hands, and the boy in the gorgeous costume stepped forward, and his palms came out together, hitting Guo Jing's ribs hard.

Guo Jing suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and at the same time, a strong wind hit his chest, and he hurriedly exhaled and shrunk his chest. Fortunately, he had practiced the authentic internal skills of Xuanmen with Danyangzi Ma Yu for two years, although these two palms gave him severe pain in the chest, but he could not hurt him. The boy was kicked by him in a hurry, avoiding the first seven legs, and the last two kicks failed to dodge, with two clicks, and the left and right crotch were kicked.

The two leaped backwards in unison. Guo Jing took the brocade robe and threw it aside, and did not continue to attack. The boy was hit in both legs, he was furious, his body shook, and he suddenly bullied Guo Jing's side, and his left palm "hung a single whip obliquely", and with a snort, it fell to the top of his head. Guo Jing raised his hand to block, his arms intersected, only to feel a sharp pain in his chest, and he was shocked. Childe's servants all laughed.

Guo Jing didn't make a sound, took a breath, and carried it in his chest a few times, the pain immediately decreased, and this time he was beaten again, which also aroused his temper, and he endured it again and again, but the other party kept on and on. Hurriedly jumped up and shouted, "Look at the fist!" and punched the bottom of his elbow and struck the boy in the back of the head.

The boy lowered his head to dodge, and Guo Jing's left hook fist hit him in the cheek from the bottom up. The boy raised his arm to block it, and the two of them met with their arms, each using their internal strength and attacking outward. Guo Jing's strength is larger, and the son's martial arts are deeper, so he froze for a while.

Guo Jing took a sharp breath, and was about to strengthen the strength of his arm, when he suddenly felt that the opponent's arm was steeply loose, and his strength suddenly fell short, and his body rushed forward involuntarily, and he hurriedly stood firm with the pile, and the enemy in his heart had arrived. Guo Jing hurriedly returned his palm to parry, but he was vain, the other party was down-to-earth, and the boy said: "Go!" The palm force shook out, Guo Jing fell again, but this time he fell. His left elbow was on the ground, his body was already bounced, and he spun half a circle in the air, and his left leg swept across and kicked the boy in the chest.

The boy turned to the left side, using both palms and reality, one palm to disturb the enemy, and the other palm to attack. Guo Jing immediately unfolded the "Split Muscles and Wrong Bones Hand" with both hands flying, holding the tendons and joints, and the moves could not leave the opponent's whole body joint acupoints. The boy saw that he was coming aggressively, and his palm changed suddenly, and he even used "splitting the muscles and bones". It's just that Guo Jing's kung fu is created by Zhu Cong, a wonderful scholar, which is completely different from what the famous teacher of the Central Plains has passed on. The two fists are very close, but the techniques are very different, dismantling several moves, one stretches out the two fingers in the food to take the opponent's wrist behind the "pension point", and the other backhand hook and grabs the opponent's knuckles. Both sides have their own taboos, and they don't dare to make the tricks real, and they will receive them when they send a little, so they dismantle thirty or forty moves, and they don't know whether they win or lose. The snow flakes were falling, and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on everyone's heads and shoulders.

The boy couldn't fight for a long time, and suddenly sold a flaw, revealing his chest, Guo Jing took the opportunity to go straight, and his fingers pointed at the "Jiukun acupoint" on the other party's chest, and his mind flickered: "I have no grudge against him, I can't do this heavy hand!" Unexpectedly, the boy's right arm suddenly pierced out, swept Guo Jing's arms through the outer door, and punched him in the waist with his left palm. Guo Jing hurriedly bent down and shrank down, and his palm also hit the boy's waist. The boy had already calculated this trick, his right hand hooked and turned, he had already grabbed his wrist, and "took the sheep by the hand" and took it out, and his right leg flicked on the face bone of Guo Jing's right leg.

Wang Jing saw it on the side, and shook his head secretly, Guo Jing was obviously inexperienced, coupled with his soft-heartedness, he was knocked down by the son one after another. He walked over to help Guo Jing up, and said to the son: "Boy, your martial arts are good, you bullied my brother, so take my move!"

After Wang Jing finished speaking, he walked to the Chinese prince, five fingers and claws, and grabbed the Chinese prince, although the Chinese prince saw Wang Jing in slow motion, but he felt that he was locked by a force, and he couldn't dodge, so Wang Jing grabbed the collar, fell a few meters away, and fell a dog to eat. Everyone was shocked, the young man in the costume was extraordinary just now, and he couldn't avoid Wang Jing's casual grab.

At this time, three strange-looking people rushed out of the crowd and hurriedly went over to support the young man in gorgeous clothes, holding weapons in front of him, as if he was facing a great enemy. One of the three was wearing a big red robe and a golden monk's hat, he was a Tibetan monk, he was extremely burly, and he stood a head and a half taller than everyone around him. The other was of medium stature, with white hair as silver as silver, but his face was smooth and without a trace of wrinkles, like a child, he was really childish and white-haired, and he was full of energy, and he wore a kudzu robe, and he was dressed in an unconventional way. The third is five short figures, full of red silk, but his eyes are like electricity, and his upper lip is short and upturned. Wang Jing looked at it, it should be the Spirit Master, the Ginseng Immortal Old Monster and Peng Lianhu.