Metropolis: I use Chinese martial arts to sweep the world

Shaking his wrist, Chu Fan felt great. The warm-up just now finally gave him a feeling of fighting.

Looking at the little bastard who rushed forward again, Chu Fan changed his gait into a three-character horse, his body and heart, heart and mind, and mind and spirit.

As soon as the Wing Chun posture was performed, Chu Fan's whole temperament changed in vain, and he had a demeanor of a master who was detached from the outside world.

Xia Mo's eyes lit up, he is so handsome, what a good live broadcast material this is.

Quickly took out the phone, found an ecological fish tank of moderate height, took out the phone holder, and opened his own live chat room.

"Oh my god, where is Miss Xia? There are so many people?"

"Is this on the set? Many people are holding weapons!"

"Are you stupid on the second floor, can you live broadcast the filming, let's explode the film in advance?"

The audience in the live broadcast room instantly realized that this was a real group fight scene, and the barrage atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.

"Come again!"

Chu Fanlang gave a shout, moved his left and right hands back and forth, and punched out.

"Damn it, I don't believe this anymore. One person can turn the world upside down, and the brothers attack from left to right." A yellow-haired man commanded behind him with a stick.

Two fists are no match for four hands, and a good tiger cannot stand against a pack of wolves.

The eyes of four or five gangsters suddenly brightened, and they opened a circle to surround Chu Fan.

"Die!" A gangster behind Chu Fan saw the timing and shot first. The hollow steel pipe pierced the air and smashed at the back of Chu Fan's head with a sharp whistling.

If this hit was real, Chu Fan would definitely be seriously injured.

"Good time!" Chu Fan's ears twitched, his waist turned over quickly, and he kicked towards the steel pipe with his foot suspended in the air.

"boom!"

The little gangster only felt a heat in his chest, and flew upside down holding the V-shaped steel pipe. The terrifying impact directly made him knock down three or four people who rushed up.

"Chop him!"

Group fights are all based on momentum, if the momentum is not weak, naturally you can't lose in a fight.

Immediately afterwards, three or four people rushed up from left, right, front, back, and back.

Machetes, steel pipes, axes, wooden sticks, all kinds of weapons greeted Chu Fan's vitals.

"Zhao Keman and Huying, Wu hooks are bright with frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like shooting stars." Chu Fan's figure is like lightning, and he thinks of the masterpieces of the poet Li Bai in his previous life, and he can't feel it.

The fist style is as fast as thunder, as fast as lightning, and as urgent as a shower.

"puff!"

"what!"

There were constant cries of pain, and the three or four people who surrounded them received at least thirty or forty punches. Some of them fell backwards or fell to the ground, but none of them could stand up and talk.

"Fuck, this is... Wing Chun?"

"Why is it different from watching the second uncle fight with me in the park?"

"Is your second uncle playing Wing Chun? Then it's Wing Goose!"

The barrage in the live broadcast was jumping rapidly, and the number of viewers was also increasing rapidly. Xia Mo's popularity was already high, and there had to be close to 30 viewers from the beginning.

Now 30, 40, 50... The numbers are still beating rapidly, and the entire Donghai City and even other provinces and cities in Yan Kingdom are shaken.

This group battle is no longer a simple siege, it is the rise of a master of martial arts, and it is the first voice of traditional martial arts in Yan Kingdom.

"This son has the essence of Wing Chun. He is still so young, and his future is limitless!" An old man with gray hair said while watching the live broadcast in a villa in Kyoto.

"When did Donghai City have such a master of Chinese martial arts, why I don't know why, go and check for me, and report to me as soon as you find it!" Huang Zhankui, the president of Donghai Martial Arts Association, stared at the screen excitedly and ordered his subordinates.

"Heavenly genius!" Sitting in the private room of the Red Pavilion watching the live broadcast, Ma Ye let out a long sigh. Others may not be able to see it, but I just dealt with him last night, and I recognized the person under Shura's mask at a glance. Chu Fan.

Fortunately, I am more knowledgeable about current affairs, otherwise I am afraid that I am the one who is being kicked now, Master Ma patted his chest for a while, feeling afraid.

Li Junhui watched Chu Fan show off his supernatural power, and he already flinched a little in his heart, but he was always unwilling to think that his status in the dog market that he had been in for many years would be lost.

Gritting his teeth, he ordered the subordinates beside him: "Go, then call me someone, I don't believe that he can become a god today, come 100 people, and I will give 1000 dragon coins for the one who comes."

Then he shouted forward: "Cut, kill him, I will give 15 dragon coins to whoever cuts him down!"

The little bastards who were already red-eyed went crazy again. With so many of them, he would be able to kill him. No matter how powerful the martial arts is, he is not a god.

"Fuck him!"

It was no longer clear who shouted, and everyone crowded forward again, waving their weapons frantically.

"Let's fight!" Chu Fan shouted.

Face-to-face chasing shape, both left and right, come and stay and send, throw hands and go straight.

Chu Fan became more and more proficient in using Wing Chun, and all moves came out in response to the enemy, naturally and smoothly.

Single Chi Shou, double Chi Shou, cross hands, pass hands are unpredictable, and they are played one after another.

Within five steps, there was no one standing around Chu Fan. They were all lying on the ground crying, hanging on the table, and smashed into the fish tank.

"Fuck, the anchor, you are not looking for a stuntman, are you? This is too amazing!"

"It's too dangerous, the anchor retreats, protect yourself!"

"Yes, yes, the anchor should broadcast it in another place, it's too close to the battle scene!"

Xia Mo also felt frightened for a while. Although he hid in the hall, he couldn't keep the weapons flying. There were two machetes and a steel pipe stuck on the ground beside him.

Looking around, Xia Mo saw a man-made high platform not far from him on the east side, which may be the place where Li Junhui usually rests.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Xia Mo quickly picked up the phone, ran up to the high platform in three steps and two steps, and turned on the wide-angle camera to face the battle scene below.

"This...is it like a dog market?"

"That's right, it's the dog market. I went there yesterday. There are 50 or [-] people here, right? A gang fight?"

"Is there a team, and the ones who went to the scene got in the car?"

"Why don't you go to the scene? Hurry up and call the National Shield Bureau. People are going to die!"

The data traffic in the background of Changchat's live broadcast soared, and Xia Mo's live broadcast room was pushed to the top in an instant, and the live broadcast room exploded.

Barrages flew all over the place, some were praising, some were giving rewards, and some were blowing water.

"Looks like you don't need to call?"

Seeing Chu Fan step forward again, he knocked a gangster holding a bench upside down with his palm, and a big guy in the live broadcast room typed out a line of colored characters.

Everyone looked carefully, and now this scene seemed to have been seen in a blockbuster movie. A handsome young man in a short shirt was chasing a group of gangsters with weapons with his bare hands.

All the gangsters kept retreating, and those who were caught up by Chu Fan were all punched away.

The gangsters feel very wronged and resentful. Is this a fight with someone? We won't besiege a King Kong, right?

You will die if you touch it, and you will be injured if you touch it. The fists and feet are as powerful as thunder. Is this still a fight?

The audience in the live broadcast room were all speechless, and the barrage stopped jumping frequently. Everyone opened their mouths and stared straight at the scene.

Guoshu has always been famous because of its long history and the effect of strengthening the body, but its actual combat ability has indeed been criticized by people.

Especially the recent boxing ring challenge has already discredited the reputation of martial arts, and it is difficult to raise its head.

Today, a young man with bare hands, facing a group of social idlers who have been fighting on the front line for a long time, uses Chinese martial arts to chase them away and flee in embarrassment, which really subverts people's perception of martial arts.

"This young man is... Asura?"

"What Shura?"

"Who is Shura, and what about Nezha?"

Finally, the audience at the Red Pavilion last night recognized Chu Fan, and they exclaimed in shock.