martial law

After walking two steps, I still didn't forget to turn around and shout: "Mother, you put that old hen to a slow simmer, and I will come back victorious, just in time."

"Come back well, I'll cook ten old hens for you, just in case you won't be able to finish them."

Liang Yingzhen cursed with a smile, looking at her son's back, tears suddenly fell down.

……

Yundu Theater.

At this time, it was decorated with lights and festoons.

The sun is shining outside the door, and the lights are brightly lit inside.

Every corner is illuminated brightly.

There were crowds of people all around, some sitting and some standing.

It was not as loud and noisy as usual, but it looked solemn and solemn.

Because, everyone knows that today, it's not someone singing or acting for them, but a competition between martial arts masters.

It's not a duel, but a duel.

It is possible to separate life and death.

This kind of rare excitement, let alone Shanghai, even in the capital city, is rare once in ten years.

Because, once a grandmaster reaches a certain height, he will have status, money and reputation, and few people will roll up their sleeves and fight to death in person.

They are all in the same circle, and everyone sees them when they look down.

Who doesn't have a few friends?It's not good to make the relationship between comrades extremely cold.

This is actually a rule.

but.

The situation today is different.

the reason is simple.

Because, in the circle of boxers or grandmasters, there is an alternative.

He has no taboos, kills, and never holds back his fists.

That's all.

However, he has no scruples about the powerful class.

Mr. Yuan Ge is now in the prime of his power, has enough soldiers and food, and is expected to be a figure in the world. You just killed his son so coldly.

Who gave you the guts?

and also.

Disciple of the master, how much painstaking effort and energy has been spent to cultivate it, you can kill if you say it, and waste it if you say it, so rampant...

You don't die, who dies?

At this time, of course, no one will talk about the righteousness of the family and the country, and they are talking about grievances and hatred.

It just so happens that everyone is a master-level master, so there is no such thing as bullying the few with the more, or bullying the weak with the strong.

Set down the table.

It is a matter of life and death.

……

Gong Baosen sat alone in the court.

Watching Yang Lin come out in front of the crowd, he slowly stepped forward.

He didn't get up either, but raised his glass from a distance: "Master Yang is so majestic and powerful. When I saw you today, it's better to meet you than to be famous. Meeting is worse than being famous."

"Master Gong is being polite, if you ask me, you guys are a bit petty.

To be a master is to have the fan of the master. It is a pity that you are a master, but you are a dog for the powerful, obeying people's orders, and traveling thousands of miles to sacrifice your life. "

As soon as they met, Yang Lin felt a mountain-like murderous aura rushing towards him.

It made him understand.

The other party didn't come to be funny, nor did he come to travel, but really came to challenge with anger and murderous intent.

To put it bluntly, it was here to kill.

Gong Baosen was not angry when he was scolded as a running dog.

The world's tongue is like a knife, he is no longer confused, he has seen a lot, and he is used to it.

He will not disturb his state of mind because of a few sarcasm from his opponent.

He just said to himself: "That year I escaped from the imperial palace and fled for thousands of miles. On the way, the first disciple and the second disciple died of exhaustion, and died under the knives of the masters of the Qing court...

After I killed all the powerful enemies, I saw a baby crying under my horse's hooves amidst the heavy snow.

I thought it was a celebration of my new life, so I took the baby home and accepted him as a disciple, named Ma San. "

Gong Baosen's voice was very sad.

"He is not only my apprentice, but also my son... the son is dead, and as a father, he can't ignore it.

So, I didn't want to come to this battle, but because of my apprentice, I had to reach out to weigh Master Yang's ability, not because of Yuan Shuangcheng, do you understand? "

Chapter 128

"Understood, people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves."

Yang Lin nodded.

Martial arts practitioners only want to understand their minds.

Some things have to be done, which have nothing to do with others, but only with the heart.

"When I was young, I was favored by my master. I was fortunate enough to pass on Xingyi and Bagua true skills. After ten years of hard work, I finally reached a great success.

My whole body of kung fu is half chance, half hard practice, and when the kung fu is perfect, I will already be very old.

On the contrary, Master Yang, in the year of weak crown, had already aspired to the title of grand master and earned the name of invincible.

In comparison, I am really ashamed to let my old bones.In my life, I have only met one person who is so talented.

Unexpectedly, today, I saw another..."

Gong Baosen is not quite like a warrior who came to the martial arts competition to seek revenge, but rather like meeting an old friend and talking freely, quite like talking about heroes over wine.

Of course, if it wasn't for the movement of his right hand on the tea table made of gold and iron wood, Yang Lin would really have thought that the master was getting old and chattering.

The right hand curled up naturally, lightly tapping the table.

The tabletop, which was as hard as iron, was like ants eating into sand, and deep holes appeared silently.

The sawdust slowly fell down and spread into a piece under the table, moving lightly with the wind, like flowing golden mist.

"Gathering forces into needles, fossils into powder..."

Seeing this scene, the knowledgeable Lian Jiazi couldn't help but exclaimed.

Although Yundu Theater is a theater, it can't be said to be on the stage, but the backstage boss is rich and powerful.

The reception tables are all extraordinary.

This desert is full of gold, iron and wood tables, but even a strong man wielding a sledgehammer may not be able to make a mark on it.

but.

In the hands of Gong Baosen.

Just like fine sand.

This is attacking the heart, but at the same time, it is also gaining momentum

After all, he is old and has been honored for a long time, and the murderous blood in his heart has faded a little with these years of rich life.

By recalling the past, cherishing the memory of his beloved disciple, accumulating murderous intent and murderous intent, he reveals his superb power control skills.

The fight hasn't started yet, but it's already a head start...

Gong Baosen was still talking slowly, but Yang Lin was already a little impatient, hitting and not hitting, walking and not leaving, and putting on airs.

Now it's a martial arts competition, not acting.

He scratched his ears helplessly, and said with a smile: "Master Gong, the stories about your old sesame seed and rotten millet have been spread among the people, and I also heard about it in Shanghai, so there is no need to repeat it.

You see, everyone is waiting impatiently, how about we set up the place first? "

"Young boy is impatient..."

Gong Baosen's expression was stunned, and suddenly he showed his white teeth, and smiled, "It's up to you."

Before he could finish the word "you", his figure had already disappeared behind the desk.

In the eyes of everyone, there was only a faint line of shadow, and it rushed to Yang Lin in front of Yang Lin.

I don't know how he ran out from the grand master's chair behind the table, passed through the long table, and got under Yang Lin's nose.

His movements are nimble, fast, and unpredictable, and he is really worthy of being a palace monkey who also practices Xingyiquan and Baguazhang.

Compared with Hou Yuanliang's self-conceived agility, this is the ancestor of agility.

Seeing that the figure is still there, in fact, it has long been gone.

The fist curled up into a monkey's paw gently touched Yang Lin's left eye as if he had painted his eyebrows and wiped his forehead.

This blow was extremely fast and ruthless, and the hearts of everyone around seemed to have stopped beating.

No one expected that this master of Xingyi Bagua, who came from the imperial palace of the Qing court and later traveled around the world, became the guest of all major warlords.

He actually made a sudden move while talking...

There is no guru demeanor at all.

Perhaps, this is the true meaning of martial arts.

Don't stick to the venue, don't stick to the fame, feel at ease, move like thunder.

Yang Lin chuckled, "Old guy, you are too nagging, it's a good way to make such a move."

Like a prophet, he had already erected his palm on his chest, and his five fingers spread out like plum blossoms, sealing the area between his eyebrows and half a foot from his throat.

The fists and shadows of both sides intertwined, hooked and locked, creating many phantoms.

A series of crackling sounds, like firecrackers ringing together.

Everyone gasped, only felt that the two were fighting fast, only an inch between them.

Light and shadow intertwine, dangerous and dangerous, and the details of the offense and defense of both sides can no longer be seen clearly.

The most bizarre thing was that the crisp sound was like a fast drum, but Yang Lin's clear voice was unhurried, as if he was sitting there idly, sipping tea after the rain.

On the one hand, he shot like lightning, making heavy blows, and on the other hand, he was talking and laughing.

There is actually an indescribable calmness, which makes people feel heartbroken.

The demeanor of a master, the invincible temperament, is completely controlled.

From this point of view alone, although Gong Houzi looks like the reincarnation of the god monkey, roaring and beating wildly, his figure is swaying and turning, he looks unstoppable.

However, it was obvious that in terms of temperament, he was already at a disadvantage.

The two move like a storm and a gust of wind...

Yang Lin stood still, opening and closing his hands like plum blossoms;

But Gong Baosen was wandering around, spinning around, jumping up and down, turning into a tornado and circling around him, but he couldn't get in.

Seeing that everyone raised their hearts to their throats, and refused to blink their eyes.

I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye, the winner has already been decided in the field.

Then it was really lonely.

"Okay, Senior Gong, I've seen your monkey boxing, let me show you the 64 Bagua moves of the Gong family.

I heard that it is very clever to hide flowers at the bottom of the leaves, so I also use them to have a look. "