Modern longevity: starting from Baduanjin

"Grandpa Ruan, is this Wing Chun Inch Strength?"

"That's right, that's right... that's Cun Jin! And he fired a bright bang, let alone a person, even if a real brown bear came over, he would be beaten to death with one punch."

Ruan Zhengtang was incoherent with excitement.

"God, it's horrible."

Yang Zhongwei, who was sitting next door, was even more excited and began to tremble all over.

"Those who say that Mr. Zhou is a performing martial artist and that he can't fight, please say it now if you have the ability!"

"Can't fight? I just don't dare to fight, I'm afraid I'll kill you!"

Brother and sister Yang Xingyu and Yang Xingyue held their thighs tightly with both hands to prevent themselves from screaming excitedly.

They were not surprised by this result, and they even knew very well that Brother Shen must have suppressed most of the power.

Otherwise, it would be easy for his hand to directly penetrate the flesh and crush the heart, not to mention breaking the heart through the muscles.

But they were still very excited, because they finally got a glimpse of the leopard and saw part of Brother Shen's actual combat ability.

At this time, in the VIP room upstairs, Shen Wanlin was beyond shocked. Looking at Zhou Shen on the big screen, he murmured, "How did he acquire martial arts, and why is it so powerful?"

"Could it be that all the martial arts in ancient China are real?"

"Flying over the wall, stepping on the snow without a trace, crossing the river with one reed, invulnerable to swords and guns, subduing dragons and subduing tigers, these words are used to describe the high strength of martial arts, did someone really be able to do it in ancient times?"

At this time, in the players' lounge, the remaining three players looked at Philip Aldridge who had fallen on the ring, their faces and eyes filled with unspeakable fear.

Originally, they planned to consume Zhou Shen's physical energy through wheel battles, and create opportunities for those behind to kill with one blow.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. The first five people are cannon fodder. Zhou Shen defeated them without any effort, and caused the terrible result of three deaths and two serious injuries.

Especially Philip Aldridge, because none of the first four have worked.

Zhou Shen's speed was strange and his leg skills were terrifying. He kicked Roger's internal organs to pieces, and the impact of his shoulders and palms was also very powerful. He knocked Benson Needham and the black gorilla into the air, so he planned to Come to a close fight, don't give him a chance to explode with fists and kicks.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Shen punched him to death with an inch punch at close range, and the death was worthless.

No, there is still some value, at least let them know that Zhou Shen has no weaknesses, and his legs, shoulders, palms, and punches can kill people.

If they had the chance to kill Zhou Shen, they would naturally be willing to give it a try, but now that it was clear that going up would mean death, several of them felt like quitting.

No matter how much money is given, if there is no life to spend it, it is meaningless.

The broadcast began to urge the sixth contestant to come on stage.

One of them, a big black man holding a No. [-] number plate, sat there with a blank expression, and did not respond to the urging of the staff.

The staff then picked up the walkie-talkie and said a few words, and soon a black man in sportswear and a silver chain around his neck came in, frowned and said, "Abbott, why didn't you come on stage? Are you scared? "

The black man named Abbott remained silent.

The black man with the silver chain was about to provoke him a few more words, but he didn't know what he thought of. He sat next to Abbott, put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Think about your mother, think about your younger siblings, And your wife and children, they are all waiting for you to make money to go back, do you want them to continue to be hungry?"

Following him, he patted Abbott on the shoulder vigorously, "According to the previous plan, you only need to stick to one round! At that time, you can get 10 US dollars and go back to your hometown to buy them a big house, a luxury car, Living like a rich man, you can marry many wives, three, five, ten, whatever."

Abbott licked his fat lips, and said dryly: "He has killed three people, and I don't want to be the fourth."

The black man with the silver chain said decisively: "Trust me, nothing will happen, God will definitely bless you!"

Unfortunately, no matter how much the black man with the silver chain persuaded, Abbott was still unmoved, and he was so angry that he cursed.

Abbott was also scolded anxiously, and said angrily, "I'm going to die, not you, let alone those damn bastards upstairs, so of course you don't care."

The black man with the silver chain pursed his lips, and finally turned and left with a gloomy expression.

If his people don't play, it means he can't get a commission.

……

Abbott was unwilling to go on stage to die, and the other No. 7 and No. 8 contestants were also unwilling.

The other candidates are also unwilling to play.

Unlike Abbott and the others, they stayed in the waiting room, so they were slow to receive messages. They didn't know about Zhou Shen's five-fingerprints on the steel pipe, but all other well-informed players knew about it.

What a horrible thing it is to pinch five finger prints on the steel pipe. Isn't pinching their flesh and blood like pinching plasticine?

Knowing that going up is going to die, how many people in this world can go to die calmly?

As Abbott said, there is life to make money but life to spend.

Just when a group of people in the VIP room upstairs were extremely anxious, the phone of the President Hirano of the Niben Inagawa Association suddenly rang. He answered the phone and said a few words, and when he put down the phone, he said happily to everyone in the room: "Good news, the martial arts master from our Da Ri Ben country is here."

Less than 3 minutes after President Hirano finished speaking, a younger brother led a middle-aged man with a mustache into the room.

This man is wearing a black robe, the hood hides most of his face, only the lower half of his face is exposed, the hem of his sleeves is close to his knees, and he wears clogs on his feet, looking very mysterious.

President Hirano stepped forward and said respectfully to the man in black robe: "Master, you have worked hard."

After a pause, he said to everyone in the room: "Let me introduce to everyone, this is Master Morimoto Ichiro, he is the grandnephew of Mr. Ueshiba Morihei, the founder of Aikido, and he is also an Aikido master!"

"Five years ago in a martial arts competition on Honshu Island, one person defeated 37 aikido masters, and was called the greatest martial artist after Miyamoto Musashi by the Japanese media."

When the people in the VIP room heard this, they showed expressions of admiration.

They didn't hear anything else clearly, they heard that one person defeated 37 people, this is a peerless master.

"Hello, master!"

"Trouble Master."

"Master, please sit down."

A group of bosses were very polite, giving up their seats one after another, serving tea and water, including the rebellious Martin Rudolph, who was also smiling at the moment.

After all, what does it matter if this master is going to go on stage and do his best later, saying a few nice words doesn't cost money?

And this master Morimoto Ichiro was not polite, after the careless ghost sat down, he took a sip of the tea on the table and said in a very low voice: "Tell me about the opponent's situation.

Ichiro Morimoto spoke Japanese, which most people at the scene could not understand.

President Hirano, who was sitting opposite, waited for Ichiro Morimoto to put down the teacup, and poured tea for him in person as the head of the meeting.

Niben people have great respect for those who have achieved the ultimate in a certain industry, especially martial arts masters like Morimoto Ichiro, who are even more admired. People despise him and think him vulgar.

If it is exposed, it will be condemned by the population.

After President Hirano put down the teapot, he began to talk about Zhou Shen's situation.

Ichiro Morimoto was relatively calm at first, but when he heard that he kicked Roger, the underground black boxing champion of the Bald Eagle Kingdom, to death, the right hand holding the teacup couldn't help shaking, and the tea splashed out and dripped onto the table. superior.

President Hirano asked: "What's the matter, master, is there any question?"

"No...it's okay, you continue."

"Oh~ South American boxing champion Benson Needham will be on the stage next..."

……

After Chairman Hirano finished speaking, Ichiro Morimoto almost couldn't hold his teacup steadily.

Since Ichiro Morimoto was wearing a wide hood, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. He said, "Master, I know that you have great martial arts skills, but this Zhou Shen is also very dangerous. You must be careful and don't be paralyzed." main idea."

"That...I...I..." Morimoto Ichiro started to stutter, "That..."

When President Hirano heard this, he immediately said: "Master, don't worry, the 100 million US dollars has been transferred to your bank account in Switzerland. Check your phone, have you received the message?"

Ichiro Morimoto took out his mobile phone mechanically, and his eyes under the hood scanned the screen of the mobile phone. There was indeed a bank notice on it, with a series of 0s on it.

President Hirano smiled and said, "Master, after winning the competition, there will be a prize of [-] US dollars. This is sponsored by me personally."

"I see……"

Ichiro Morimoto hadn't finished speaking when someone came in at the door and said, "I'm urging you there, what should I do? If you don't come on stage again, you will be sentenced to abstain."

President Hirano immediately stood up, and bowed ninety degrees to Ichiro Morimoto, "Master, please!"

Ichiro Morimoto stood up from the tatami, and because the burqa was too wide, he accidentally stepped on the hem of the robe and almost fell.

Fortunately, the younger brother of President Hirano next to him gave him a hand.

"Master, please follow me."

"That...I..."

Morimoto Ichiro muttered a bit, but in the end he didn't say anything, and walked downstairs tremblingly.

That's right, Ichiro Morimoto's identity as a "Master of Martial Arts" is fake, and he doesn't have any actual combat ability. The so-called one person fighting 37 people is actually the same as Yan Fang, a Tai Chi master in Huaguo.

It's just that his marketing techniques are more sophisticated, so no one has ever exposed him.

Ichiro Morimoto knows himself and the enemy, he knows that he is a fake, and he also knows that most of the so-called martial arts masters in Huaguo are just donkey dung.

Therefore, when he received the invitation from President Hirano to fight a duel with a Chinese martial artist, he came here without even thinking about it.

But he never expected that the opponent was not someone like Yan Fang, but a real martial arts master, so his legs went limp from fright.

But it's too late to say anything now.

If the majestic martial arts master of the Japanese Empire dare not go to the ring because of his timidity, then the persona of "Japanese martial arts master" he worked so hard to create will collapse.

Once the human setting collapses, it is not as simple as losing money. Those who were fooled by him before will definitely kill him.

For example, President Hirano of the Inagawa Club, don't look at being polite and respectful to him now, if he dares not go on stage because of fear, causing Hirano to lose face in front of other powerful figures, Hirano will definitely kill him alive !

"Putting your head out and retracting your head is also a slash, fight!"

Morimoto Ichiro gritted his teeth and said in his heart.

……

In the ring, the body of Philip Aldridge had been carried away long ago.

Zhou Shen still stood there quietly, with no joy or sorrow on his face, even a little bored.

At this time, less than two hours had passed since the first contestant took the stage.

In the two short hours, the fighting time did not exceed 5 minutes, and the rest of the time was spent waiting, and the octagonal cage collapsed before, and the repair took more than half an hour.

Just as Zhou Shen was about to ask the contestants when they would come up, the people in the passage over there had already come out.

He was shocked immediately, and said with a smile: "It's finally here!"

The octagonal cage opened, and Ichiro Morimoto walked in, wearing a hood.

Seeing Ichiro Morimoto's appearance, the audience immediately talked about it, wondering what is going on?

The commentator's voice came from the radio at the right time: "This is Master Morimoto Ichiro from a small... who had a good life in his childhood. He once defeated 37 martial artists by himself in a martial arts competition in Japan. Benzene media called contemporary Miyamoto Musashi."

"Maybe some viewers don't know who Miyamoto Musashi is. He was a great martial artist during the Warring States Period in Japan. It is said that his martial arts are superb. If he can be called contemporary Miyamoto Musashi, it goes without saying that Master Ichiro Morimoto's martial arts."

Chen Jing in the audience began to discuss with them in a low voice.

"One person hits 37, is he also a master of Qi?"

"I don't know, anyway, the Japanese media reported that it was very powerful."

"To be called a martial arts master, there should be something."

"have a look……"

While discussing in the audience, on the stage, under Ichiro Morimoto's large burqa, his whole body was trembling constantly.

And the shaking is getting bigger and bigger, just like sifting chaff.

Ants are greedy for life, let alone a living person?

When facing Zhou Shen's "humanoid Tyrannosaurus" directly, Ichiro Morimoto's inner fear was magnified to the extreme.

The words spoken by President Inagawa kept echoing in his mind, thinking of Roger whose internal organs were kicked into pieces, and Benson Needham whose chest bones were crushed and fractured... He was thinking, What will happen?

"start!"

The referee's order was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The pupils under Ichiro Morimoto's burqa instantly dilated, and then... fell straight down.

He was scared to death!

Chapter 195 Xingyi: Body Cannon

At 10:[-] p.m., Honshu Island, Nagoya City, Aichi Prefecture.

Nagoya City has gathered many high-end manufacturing companies such as Toyota Motor Corporation and Aisin Corporation, as well as world-class famous universities, Nagoya University, forming a central industrial core area of ​​Chukyo, which ranks second in Japan's domestic industrial shipments.