Return of the Soldier King

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Liu Qiao's seniority in the martial arts is already high enough to make him so respectful, and the person who is called "old" must be a figure in the Taishan Beidou of the martial arts world.

This old Yang, named Yang Huaiyuan, is exactly the same as the former Qin Mingyue, and is the master of the three martial arts schools in Shanghai and Shanghai. His Tai Chi practice is so fascinating that it has been famous for a long time, not only in Shanghai, but throughout China.

"Oh, King Liu, the eagle king, you are here. Why, do you want to fight?"

Lao Yang smiled slightly and gently nipped his beard.

"It wasn't me playing the ring, it was one of my friends."

Liu Qian pointed to Ye Fei on the ring and said, "It seems that my opponent, Ye Fei's opponent, is Lao Yang's high disciple in this game. Yang Lao's Taijiquan is so fascinating that the apprentices he teaches must be different . This time, there must be a good show to watch. "

"Oh, my Tai Chi Boxing Museum is not like your Eagle Claw National Art Museum. Ding Shengwang. I am a lot of age, and I haven't found a good apprentice. This ring, I still want to fight."

Having said that, Yang Huaiyuan gently touched his foot and reached the ring.

"Lao Yang, did you do it yourself?"

Liu Qian couldn't believe his ears. He was stupid, and he froze for three seconds before he said: "How can this be, aren't you bullying?"

"Eagle King, you're not good at this. You haven't heard anything above the ring. Haven't you heard this sentence? Blame it, blame your little luck. Don't worry, I'll give him a good punch."

Yang Huaiyuan laughed and moved his hands and feet on the ring to adjust his body to the peak state.

"Old Yang ... how can you do this."

Liu Qi saw that Yang Huaiyuan was obviously going to be real, and he broke his mouth and scolded all his ancestors. He really couldn't imagine that Yang Huaiyuan would actually do such a shameless thing.

Although there are no restrictions on age and identity for this big contest, there was a tacit understanding before the martial arts that the warrior at the curator level would not play.

The reason is very simple. The people who can be curators are all in their forties and above. Those with heads and faces have won what they deserve. They lose because they are ashamed, and they are not guaranteed for the festival. No one is stupid enough to do this. Please something.

Yang Huaiyuan is one of the three great masters of martial arts, and of course he is not so stupid.

Then, the reason for his shot is a bit intriguing.

In the end, almost everyone's eyes fell on Yuan Chen.

It must be Yuanchen's trick to play in the back.

Being able to invite Yang Huaiyuan out, it can be seen that Yuan Chen is indeed not going to let Ye Fei continue to go down.

On this side, Yuan Chen was sitting in the auditorium with her legs tilted up, and she frowned slightly. She looked uncomfortable, and said to the middle-aged man around her: "I let you find someone who can fight. How did you find a half-body? A bad old man buried in the soil, he is so old, can he be Ye Fei's opponent? I have heard that Ye Fei killed a single horse from the dog house, very powerful, you can't do it for me Now. "

The middle-aged man was speechless for a while. This young master Yuan was not a member of the martial arts world. It was unclear what these three words Yang Huaiyuan represented, and it was even more unclear how much it cost to spend Yang Huaiyuan on him. Patted on the chest and said: "Yuan Shao, please rest assured, Yang Lao is our martial arts master in Shanghai. He also practices Tai Chi and pays attention to keeping in good health. His physical strength has not deteriorated due to his age."

"Oh? There is such a thing, that's a little bit interesting."

Yuan Chen grinned and shouted to the referee on the ring: "Don't hurry, start the game quickly."

Then, Yuan Chen beckoned to Ye Fei: "Ye Fei, you have to cheer! Facing a bad old man, if you lose, hey, you really lose your face."

"Ye Fei, you ... try your best. Opposite the master master, even if you lose, you won't be ashamed!"

Seeing the game was about to start, Liu Qian walked to the ring and whispered to Ye Fei.

"Guru master!"

Ye Fei's body is also trembling, martial arts know no bounds, the innate warrior is obviously not the end point, but the starting point. The next stop after the innate warrior is the master.

Ye Fei is not sure how great the master master is, because he is also the first to see it.

Even Liu Qi, the current state of martial arts, is still a congenital peak, and has not reached the level of the master.

The difference between one step and the other is different.

Liu Qian's confrontation with Yang Huaiyuan is also a must-have outcome, not to mention Ye Fei, who is young.

"I know."

Ye Fei nodded and walked over the ring. No matter what others said, the fighting in his heart did not extinguish, but became more and more vigorous.

Ye Fei knows that he cannot lose now!

Ye Fei can't admit defeat just because he is fighting for someone else.

"Game start!"

The referee saw the two sides standing still, and his right hand suddenly swung down to announce the start of the game.

"Oh, young people are good, there is such a state of martial arts at a young age, it is really rare in life, today, I will give you some advice."

Yang Huaiyuan did not hurry, but chuckled and chatted with Ye Fei.

"Take the trick!"

Ye Fei was not in a mood to chat with Yang Huaiyuan.

call!

Suddenly, Ye Fei's footsteps rubbed against the planks of the ring platform, sweeping a bright trace, and struck in front of Yang Huaiyuan with a single step, with five fingers forming a hook, bottom to top, toward his lower abdomen Grab it.

Ye Fei's move is very abrupt, short distance, strong force, but silent, there is no sound of breaking the air, but the speed is incredible, just one click, the fingertips touched Yang Huaiyuan's clothes.

Ye Fei's previous eagle claws, every time they caught, must catch the sound of breaking the air, like a sad eagle crow. But the "sound" state of Eagle Claw. However, at this moment, Ye Fei's strength is intensified, the pores of the whole body are combined, and the control is free. Sweating.

This is Ye Fei's special training for one month. With the help of Shang Qing Wan Wan, he has improved his martial arts to another level.

The boxing method from silent to vocal, and then from vocal to silent, the realm gap among them cannot be memorized.

Liu Qi saw Ye Fei's silent eagle claws, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face full of consternation: "How is it possible, just a month, his martial arts cultivation behavior, why did he rise so quickly!"

It is no wonder that Liu Qian was surprised that ordinary martial arts practitioners practiced Eagle Claw, and within three years, it is absolutely impossible for Ye Fei to achieve this moment.

However, Liu Qian knew very well that Ye Fei had only practiced for a month.

"Is he really a genius of martial arts?"

Liu Qian was already stunned, and his mind was tumbling.

Kung fu can't fool people. If you punch one day, you will have one day of kung fu.

Just like the internal skills in a martial arts novel, it is absolutely impossible to have 60-year-old skills at the age of twenty.

However, there are always exceptions.

In the history of martial arts, there have also been some genius figures, very few, but they are all amazing.

For example, the world-famous Master Huang Feihong began to practice martial arts when he was five years old, and was already a master of martial arts at the age of seventeen, enough to be qualified to teach in the martial arts hall.

"Maybe, Ye Fei is the same martial arts genius as Huang Feihong!"

Liu Qian was shocked in his heart, knowing that he had dug a treasure.

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