I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

——Although Vajra Fist, Thirteen Taibao Henglian, and Baiju Guojian are body training exercises, they all have basic moves.

Jiang Yeming said that he used Huaxia Kungfu to fight in the ring, but he didn't want to use this kind of less-known moves.

He asked Uncle Jiu softly: "Master, do you know Taijiquan? Teach me two moves. I'm going to teach those foreign devils a lesson now."

"Taijiquan? Wudang School's Taijiquan is an advanced martial art, and I don't know it as a teacher, but Yangjiagou's Ganlu Taijiquan can do both." Uncle Jiu nodded and compared with his young apprentice. He believed that his apprentice's understanding of this kind of martial arts is not difficult.

After a while.
Jiang Yeming was ready, he wanted to impress Renjiazhuang with an amazing appearance, so he raised his voice and shouted:

"All uncles and aunts, grandpas, grandmas. Ye Ming wants to win glory for the Ren family village, and I will borrow your first use!"

A childish voice resounded inside and outside the meeting hall, and the whole town was stunned!If you fight in the arena, you will fight in the arena. Why borrow our heads? !

Before they could figure it out, a young child jumped out of the crowd, like a dragonfly on water, as fast as a white horse crossing a stream.

thump, thump, stepping on the heads of the townspeople, Jiang Yeming rushed towards the arena very gracefully. When he reached the edge of the arena, he jumped and rolled 720 degrees in the air, and landed firmly on the arena.

"Okay, this skill is beautiful." Someone shouted.Immediately aroused warm applause and praise from the audience.

"This is what our Huaxia Kungfu looks like. It moves like a rabbit and is quiet like a tiger."

"No, no, it should be the young eagle spreading its wings and aiming for thousands of miles."

"I heard yesterday that Lin Daochang has taken in an incredible apprentice, and now it seems that he is indeed a unique martial arts genius."

They are all laymen watching the fun, but those who know martial arts have different views.

Uncle Jiu explained to Qiu Sheng Wencai with a smile on his face: "This is Baiju Guojian's small accomplishment, his movements are light and fast. Ye Ming is indeed a gifted martial arts prodigy. Even if ordinary people reach the same level, they can't be as flexible as him."

The three Western warriors in the arena also put away their jokes.

The tall and burly yellow-haired foreigner was the first to stand up and said in a half-baked Chinese language: "Little friend, your kung fu is good. But your strength is too weak, and you are not my opponent at all. Tell your adults to come out and fight in the ring."

He even dislikes Jiang Yeming's lack of strength!Wencai and Qiusheng in the audience quit.

The two squeezed into the arena to cheer for the younger brother.

"Don't look down on my junior brother, who is small, with your physique, my junior brother can hit four."

"That's right, or else you compare your strength first."

The burly foreign warrior smiled proudly, and tore off his shirt, revealing his chest hair.He didn't say a word, walked to the high platform of the meeting hall, held up the stone table and raised it above his head.

This stone table must weigh at least 400 kilograms. You must know that even the current men's 85 kilogram weightlifting world record snatch is only 187 kilograms.

This time the audience was stunned, and there was no sound for a while.

This strength is already top-notch among ordinary people and cannot be top-notch!No wonder this foreign warrior dared to come to the interior to show off his might.

At this moment, Jiang Yeming walked up to him, and said crisply, "I like strength contests, my hairy uncle, let me lend you a leg."

He hugged the big thick legs of the burly foreign warrior, hey!Even the stone table was lifted up with people.

Okay! When someone lifts the stone table, Xiao Yeming even lifts the stone table with him. This comparison is immediately distinguished.

"Okay!" The audience applauded enthusiastically, and the apprentice of Uncle Ninth earned back his face, and everyone grew face.

"Put me down." The foreigner's voice was tense now. He was holding the big stone table and was lifted again, fearing that he would not be able to support it and the stone table would fall on his head.

"Okay." Jiang Yeming easily put down the foreign warrior, raised his head and blinked: "Is my strength okay?"

This time no one dared to underestimate him, the burly foreigner smiled awkwardly, and simply changed the subject.

"Strength is not owned by fighters, but combat skills are fundamental. Now we are competing in martial arts, and we will win based on combat experience."

Martial arts competitions are martial arts competitions, where there is so much nonsense, Wen Cai is the first to be unhappy.

He came forward to temporarily act as a referee. "In this case, let's start the first match. My junior brother Jiang Yeming will face, um, a warrior with a lot of chest hair."

The battle begins.

The burly foreigner swung his arms forward, and was about to hug Jiang Yeming and throw him like a big bear.

Xiao Yeming's left leg was half bowed, his left hand was stretched forward, and he slowly and slowly made a move of "wild horse split mane".

As soon as the body of the chest-haired foreigner came into contact, he was grabbed by him.

"Turn in circles, in circles, Tai Chi secrets, in circles."

This scene is hard to describe.

The tall and strong foreign strong man kept turning back and forth between his hands under the pull of his little hand, like a rumba dancer.

"Okay." Someone who had learned Taijiquan began to talk nonsense: "It is easy to have Taiji, which is to produce Liangyi. The cycle does not stop, and there is no end. This is the highest state of Taiji, chaos."

"What is chaos?" Someone immediately cheered.

"Yin and yang are united, and chaos is a circle. As long as it falls into Brother Jiang's hands, it will roll like a ball."

Turn and turn, finally the foreigner with chest hair can't help it.

Ugh, I vomited directly on the ring.

Jiang Yeming dismissed the foreigner with chest hair in disgust, so as not to dirty himself.

Wen Cai happily ran over to check, got up and announced: "The opponent has fainted and is unable to fight anymore. My junior brother won the first match."

The first round of the game ended in this way, Jiang Yeming KO.

This is too fast!

The audience didn't react at all, and it took a long time to burst into warm applause.

Awei looked at Uncle Jiu's heart beating wildly, no wonder Uncle Jiu ordered Jiang Yeming to act softly,
It's like playing, if you really hit hard, you won't have to kill your opponent, and you are looking for death in a one-on-one fight with that little monster.

On the ring, after the other two foreign warriors supported their teammates off the court, they began to discuss:
"Jedsang, this kid is amazingly powerful, and he can't be head-to-head. What should we do next?"

"Akita Ninja, your ninjutsu and my secret sword rapping skills are not based on strength. You can change the rules a little bit."

"It makes sense, I'll say it now."

The masked ninja walked back to the high platform and said in fluent Chinese: "Today's martial arts competition is to prove the strengths of each family. Just now Locko's boxing skills have failed. The next two games will be a competition of weapons and hidden weapons."

Qiu Sheng stepped forward to argue: "A martial arts competition is a martial arts competition. How can there be so many rules? My junior has only learned martial arts for a few days, and he doesn't know how to use weapons at all, let alone throw hidden weapons."

The masked ninja spread his hands and replied extremely shamelessly: "Then I'm sorry. If you refuse, I can unilaterally declare victory."

Qiu Sheng wanted to argue again, but was held back by Jiang Yeming. After whispering a few times in his ear, Qiu Sheng left excitedly with Wen Cai.

Jiang Yeming then said to the masked ninja: "Yes! Let's compare the weapons first, but my weapons are at home, and I will have to wait a while before I get them."

The masked ninja couldn't help joking: "No problem, kids can use any weapon. Jedsang's Western sword secret skills are rarely defeated in battle."

The field fell into silence and waited.

The audience was also wondering what weapon Jiang Yeming would use to fight.

Even Uncle Jiu couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in the little apprentice's gourd.

After a while, there was a yo-ho sound in the distance.

"Everyone give way, we are sending weapons to the junior brother."

"It's a big thing, avoid it, and be careful not to hit your head."

It turned out that Wencai and Qiusheng came here with a group of people carrying a large bundle of iron chains.

After the group of people lifted the heavy iron chain to the high platform, Qiu Sheng wiped off the sweat from his head and said, "Little brother, there is no blacksmith shop. We will borrow the river lock from the boat owner on the ferry."

Good guy, this is too big, and it weighs hundreds of catties.

Jiang Yeming picked up the iron chain and tried it, it was okay, he could dance.

He let the brothers go down, and then said to the masked ninja: "Then let's start. I will use this as a weapon."

The masked ninja was visibly stiff, looked back at his companion, and turned to leave.

The second round, a duel of weapons, iron lock Hengjiang vs. Western swordsmanship.