After a short while, the disciple of the "White Crane Sect" ran into the living room and said, "Master, Master. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Seeing this, Zhang Qingqiu hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? Is it that Japanese person is going out?"

The disciple of the "White Crane Sect" replied, "Yes, Master, I saw him go towards the 'Taiji Bagua Gate'. ”

Zhang Qingqiu said to Ma Dequan: "It seems that the 'lonely soul and wild ghost' went to the 'Tai Chi Bagua Gate' to kick the hall." ”

When Ma Dequan heard this, he hurriedly said: "Let's go, let's go to the 'Tai Chi Bagua Gate' together." ”

In the "Taiji Bagua Gate", the wild ghost Saburo swaggered to the hall and said, "You are the master of the 'Taiji Bagua Gate'?"

"In Xia Xing Yan, I don't know what your Excellency has to say when you come to the Shelter Pavilion?" Xing Yan saw that the Japanese in front of him was not good, and guessed that he was the Japanese warrior Noki Saburo who had been challenging the various sects in Shanghai in the past few days, so he asked.

"Nothing, just want you to sign this plaque. Saburo said.

"Sign?" Xing Yan heard this, and the hand of the Japanese translator behind Asano Kizaburo looked at the hand, and saw him holding a plaque on the ground. This plaque is very familiar to him, because this plaque is the signboard of his martial arts hall.

When Xing Yan saw it, he was furious and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

The Japanese translator smiled slightly: "You still don't understand this, our Mr. Wild Ghost is afraid that it will be troublesome to take it off, so I will help you pick it first." After that, he took out the pen and ink prepared in advance, and said with a treacherous smile: "Anyway, you have to sign, why should you suffer from that unnecessary flesh and skin like your disciples?"

"Little Japan, do you really think that my Xing Yan is a paper paste?" Xing Yan was so angry when he heard this, and as soon as his voice fell, he immediately launched a posture and attacked the Japanese translator, trying to snatch the plaque of his martial arts hall.

Seeing this, the wild ghost Saburo on the side hurriedly moved sideways, and then kicked out, and with a "bang" sound, Xing Yan's hand that grabbed the Japanese translator was gone.

Due to the speed and strength of Wild Ghost Saburo's feet, Xing Yan was caught off guard, and he couldn't help but take a few steps backwards before he stood still.

"Very good, let Xing come and teach your Excellency's Japanese martial arts. After Xing Yan stood on his heels, his hands moved horizontally in front of him, his arms were bent, his palms were facing outward, protecting his chest one after the other, his back feet were bent, his body was slightly squatting, his front feet were stepping forward, and his toes were dotted to draw a gossip-shaped circle.

Seeing this, Wild Ghost Saburo smiled coldly: "You Chinese are too particular about this move, even a gesture is so complicated!" said it, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's see a real chapter in your hand!" Xing Yan said, seeing that the wild ghost Saburo had no intention of making a move, he pondered in his heart, it seems that he can only use fast to control slow, move to control quiet, and come to a quick solution.

With a sharp turn of thought, Xing Yan slammed the ground with his front foot on his toes, stepped forward quickly with his back foot, drew a circle with his hands, and attacked the wild ghost Saburo as if he was holding a big leather ball in his arms.

Seeing the opportunity, Wild Ghost Saburo slashed at Xing Yan with a knife in both hands.

Wild Ghost Saburo's hand knife is incomparably tough, like steel and rock, but Xing Yan's moves are as soft as cotton, step by step, one of the two of them is a hard fist road, the other is a gentle step, in the yin and yang, yang and yin are fighting each other, for a while, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low.

This made Wild Oni Saburo couldn't help but be surprised. It can be said that so far, Xing Yan is the first person who can dismantle a few moves with him when he challenges the masters of various sects in Shanghai without showing defeat.

Just when Xing Yan dodged a straight punch from Wild Ghost Saburo, he suddenly slapped his palm around Wild Ghost Saburo's arm and slapped it towards Wild Ghost Saburo's face like a green snake going up the pole.

Wild Ghost Saburo suddenly felt the breeze blowing in front of him, and hurriedly turned his head to the left to dodge, successfully dodging Xing Yan's move with soft strength. Immediately afterwards, Wild Ghost Saburo's fist did not stop for half a minute, and with a muffled sound of "bang", a punch hit Xing Yan's chest.

Xing Yan was hit hard by this, his throat was cool and fishy, and with a "poof" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. At the same time, his footsteps staggered backwards.

Wild Ghost Saburo naturally would not let go of such an opportunity to defeat his opponent, and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Xing Yan's arm that was still lifted, and then pulled inward and pulled Xing Yan back.

Xing Yan's body was originally in regression, but it immediately turned forward, and Wild Ghost Saburo took the opportunity to hit his shoulder towards Xing Yan's chest.

There was another "bang" sound, and Xing Yan's whole person flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground. Suddenly, his chest ached, apparently with broken ribs.

Seeing this, Wild Ghost Saburo stepped forward a few steps forward and followed closely, his hand in the shape of a knife, and suddenly slashed at Xing Yan's neck.

Xing Yan saw that he was about to end his life, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

Just as Wild Ghost Saburo's hand knife was about to slash Xing Yan, suddenly a black shadow flashed, and with a "snap", he kicked Wild Ghost Saburo's hand knife away.

Wild Ghost Saburo's palm couldn't help but feel numb, and he knew that the master had arrived.

When Wild Ghost Saburo turned to look at the black shadow, he saw Chen Yaoyang squatting on the ground, holding Xing Yan's neck with one hand and pressing his chest with the other.

"Master Xing, are you okay?" Chen Yaoyang asked about Xing Yan's injuries.

"Chen Zhen, you have to promise me that you must avenge me!" Xing Yan said with a painful expression.

"Master Xing, don't speak, so as not to aggravate your injuries. Chen Yaoyang persuaded.

"Chen Zhen, our Chinese aren't ...... We are not the sick man of East Asia, we are China...... Can Chinese martial arts be carried forward...... Light...... It's all up to you!" Xing Yan held Guo Jing's hand tightly, and finished speaking word by word with all the strength of his body, and then vomited out a mouthful of blood again in pain, and then kicked his legs, rolled his eyes, and actually lost his breath.

"Master Xing......" Seeing this, the other sect masters who rushed over couldn't help but say sadly.

Wild Ghost Saburo didn't feel guilty about everything in front of him, but said with a smile on his face: "Chen Zhen, I knew you would definitely come." ”

When Chen Yaoyang heard this, he saw Xing Yan lying flat on the ground, then stood up and asked, "Wild Ghost Saburo, isn't your purpose to make me agree to participate in the 'Five Nations Boxing Tournament'?

Wild Ghost Saburo said coldly: "I thought that you would agree if a few people were injured, but there was no movement for three days, so I had to start heavier." If you want to blame, you can only blame Xing Yan for his thin life. ”

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