Warriors

But the words were spoken, and everyone watched.

He thought about it, and felt that even if he couldn't beat him, he had to do enough to start the scene, and he couldn't lose his etiquette.

Then, his qi and blood surged, and his strength started from his dantian. With a 'click', his legs exerted strength, and he waved his hands like rowing boats. Three meters in front of Zhao Zhou.

"Please!" He uttered a Buddha's name, and quickly adjusted his mind.

"Please." Zhao Zhou clasped his hands together.

And also with the ceremony.

Seeing Zhao Zhou's silence, Yongse thought for a while and knew that Zhao Zhou was asking him to make a move.

Nor was it delayed.

He picked up the claw with one hand, and pushed back with the other. His five fingers were like iron hooks, and the air "swished" sounded. The simple black tiger's heart-throwing covered Zhao Zhou's heart.

With his explosive strength, if he grasped firmly this time, a hole could be pulled out of the cement board!

It can also be seen that the Buddhist family is charitable and kind on the bright side, but this kung fu is all about killing people, and there is no such thing as mercy.

However, it's not that Yongse is going to kill Zhao Zhou, it's just that when he saw Zhao Zhou's "swallow pointing water" just now, he knew that he was far behind in terms of strength and escape skills, so he might as well let go. After a fight of hands and feet, the real deal is "disciples ask teachers to teach".

"The strength of this Yongse move is quite satisfactory, let alone ten thousand catties of strength." Zhao Zhou saw Yongse who was attacking, like Fudo Mingwang in the hall next door, his legs did not move, and he took a sharp breath , the lungs swelled up.

The sound of 'rumbling' sounded like a drum roaring in the ears of Yong Se who was nearby, as if what he grabbed was not a person's heart, but a cowhide war drum standing on the battlefield.

It can be seen that Zhao Zhou has held the alchemy for five years, the inner alchemy and the outer alchemy have been integrated, and he has practiced hard qigong to an unimaginable level.

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Following Zhao Zhou's non-dodging or dodging, he concentrated his strength on his chest, and his left side straightened and oscillated.

Yongse's claw that could grab the cement board, as if it was really on the cowhide, was vented by Zhao Zhou's shock.At this time, the force of ten thousand catties was less than [-]%, and the fingers were so shaken that they hurt.

At the same time, Zhao Zhou was hit by Yongse, and he bowed back suddenly. After venting the rest of his strength, he swung his arms round and aimed at Yongse's head. Chop hard!

boom!There was a sound like a sonic boom, and the air flowed rapidly!

At the time when Yongse's hairs were blowing up, he shrunk his waist and crossed his knees, jumped more than four meters away, and there was still a great fear in his heart, Zhao Zhou's blow split his hands and then fell lightly, like a butterfly piercing through flowers, accurately grasping A small cut was made on Yongse's sleeve, who was running away with his back, and then he tiptoed, and returned to the place where the battle started.

"Master Yongse."

From moving to still, Zhao Zhou's expression remained the same, as if he had never moved, and he said to Yong Se who turned around and looked at him: "Give way."

"Is this the supernatural power so close? Or was it just an illusion?"

The life-and-death crisis in Yongse's heart disappeared. After taking a breath, he saw Zhao Zhou's breathing was stable, and then looked down at his not-so-obviously cut sleeves. Thinking about it, he put his hands together and bowed suddenly. He said: "Thank you benefactor Zhao for your mercy. If you had chopped it down just now, the monk would have gone to the Buddha today."

He said, seeing Zhao Zhou's kind face, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly said: "Benefactor Zhao, if you enter my Buddhist sect, even if you have the title of a layman, you can seal the position of Bodhisattva today!"

"Bodhisattva?" Zhao Zhou's expression remained unchanged, and he saluted Yongse back: "Master Yongse, I learn from Yang's Tai Chi."

"It's a sin. It's the little monk's slip of the tongue and his appearance." Yong Se said sinfully, his mind was clear, and without thinking too much, he accompanied Zhao Zhou back to the courtyard.

As for the battle just now, it can be said that the hare flies away and the eagle flies. Before the people in the courtyard came out, Zhao Zhou and the two came back again.

However, those present were all big boxers or elite disciples, with vicious eyes, and when they saw Yong Se's slashed sleeves, they made guesses about what had happened.

"Master Uncle Yongse lost? Uncle Yongse is a great boxer with Dan Jin, a figure like a Bodhisattva, why did he lose so quickly..." The disciples couldn't believe it, but they didn't dare to be too big or small to ask.

"The number one expert really deserves his reputation!" But the abbot was not disappointed when he saw this scene. Instead, he thought about it and smiled happily, feeling that this book was given to him rightly.

And chatted for a while in the afternoon.

In the evening, the light snow gradually stopped, and Zhao Zhou also said goodbye to Zhang Zhang and others.

However, when Zhao Zhou came out of the gate, he seemed to have thought of something. He paused, and under the gaze of everyone who stopped with a 'click', he said to the abbot who was also curiously looking at him: "Abbot , if you have nothing to do during the new year, why not come to Yang's for a gathering. We have an opera troupe here, who can play any repertoire, why don't you bring Master Yongse to listen to it?"

During the afternoon's chat, everyone also got along a lot better, and they were more friendly in address.

"Okay." The abbot also smiled suddenly, wanting to make friends with Zhao Zhou, and then made a Buddhist name with all the monks: "Thank you, Master Zhao, and I will definitely bring my junior brother Yongse to visit when the time comes."

Chapter 47 Boom!

Time flies by in a hurry.

A few days later, on New Year's Eve.

Early morning.

In Yang's small village, Spring Festival couplets were hung from house to house, and occasionally firecrackers blew, and several tiger-headed children in round padded jackets ran around, playing hide-and-seek.

"Let's go and play chess with Senior Brother Zhang." All the disciples also woke up early, but because today is New Year's Eve, they have a day off, so they don't need to practice boxing with their masters, and they don't have rules.

Except for a few of them who are still consciously pushing the air of boxing, most of them are chatting in their respective courtyards, or visiting to play cards.

Similarly, on the side of the main building compound, there is also the sound of ironing irons incessantly.

All the old boxers got up early in the morning, ironed their exercise uniforms straight, then put Moses on their hair, combed their hair back, and made it look like a groom's official, radiant and radiant. He looked like he was ten years younger.

"Hey! The masters are all very foreign!"

At the gate of the compound, Yang Long, who had drank a bowl of broth early in the morning, laughed when he saw this scene.However, he also followed behind Zhao Zhou, speaking in a low voice, not to be heard by all the old boxers who were beaming and feeling good about themselves.

As for the New Year's Eve, Zhao Zhou also had a smile on his face, so he pretended he didn't hear it.Seeing all the boxers in the courtyard coming, they greeted each other, set up a table, and played cards all morning.

After eating at noon, he took them to the entrance of the village, preparing to pick up the guests who came to visit this afternoon.

This is also in addition to the guests from Shaolin Temple tonight, Zhao Zhou also ordered his disciples to send a lot of invitations, inviting all sects and sects from all over the country to gather here and have a 'big tea party'.

Listen to operas and have a New Year's Eve dinner.

It's also a real chatting and listening to the show. Zhao Zhou asked his disciples to make it clear that when he entered the Zongguan Village, he could play cards and fight, let alone bragging. The hand will not work.

Similarly, there is nothing serious about this tea party. On the 23th of the first lunar month and the [-]rd of the twelfth lunar month, classmates, colleagues, or comrades-in-arms can all gather together to have a lively time. No one has to go home and listen to the "cracking" of firecrackers Noisy.

Zhao Zhou also took this opportunity to gather all the boxers and asked them how many moves they would like, and he must be able to get them.After all, some boxing moves are not the secrets of experience, the untaught methods of murderers.

"The abbot said they will be there in 10 minutes."

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, when Zhao Zhou and the others arrived at the entrance of the village, Yang Long also hung up the phone and dialed the mobile phone of the head of another sect, like a messenger, to contact the guests of today's 'tea party'.

It also followed how long his words had just fallen.

In less than 5 minutes, a business car got off the highway and stopped at the door of the carport outside the village with the sound of 'Didi'.

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