Seeing the bald boy's mad dog-style attack wave, Yang Kang was obviously under great pressure, his pretty face was blue and white, and he felt like "I was so lucky that day". I thought to myself that if the bald boy could perform at his current level that day, Yang Kang might not be able to take down their group of people so easily.

The opposite Shamatt had obviously been shocked, and the friends behind him were also shocked. In the other party's camp, this guy was obviously a character similar to the flowery face. He was sent to be cannon fodder for testing. His martial arts were ordinary, but at this moment he found that there was a young master there. Moreover, the strongest thing about this young master was not martial arts, but the aura of his own father and his desperate fighting style that did not care about his own safety.

The bald boy had already hit five or six times, and also hit the opponent five or six times, but he fought his life every time he attacked, while Shamat barely fought back when he was frightened. In addition, he was hit on his forehead, so he could hardly stand up now and was hit in the clouds and fog. But if it was really drunk, it would be fine, at least it could play a role in confusing the enemy. But the problem is that he didn't know where to go next with this drunk punch.

At first, the drunken fist did cause trouble for the bald boy. He thought he had met a pig and eating a tiger. He was thinking about how to go around a few times, see the opponent's way of punching and kicking, but Shamatt took three or four consecutive steps that were obviously not good for him. No matter how stupid the bald boy was, he knew that the other party was completely stunned. He shouted and showed no mercy, and used a set of continuous skills that were extremely difficult and ugly in posture. He hit Shamatt for more than ten consecutive punches in a row, and finally ended the battle with a flying leg.

The apprentice won the beauty and showed his face. As the master, Jin Dasheng was naturally extremely happy. He laughed and stood up to applaud, without any intention of leaving a face for the other party. The people in Qinghu Hall looked very ugly. As he spoke, a man popped up and pointed at the bald boy and said, "Ertu, we haven't finished the last game. Today we are just making gestures and making calculations together with the new and old accounts!"

This is a bit of taking advantage of others' danger and winning is no longer a martial arts. Although the bald boy had just won one game, it was not a bad victory, but it consumed a lot of energy. Since this guy was able to fight him at the beginning, and the result was that the winner was not decided, now he stood up and showed that he was not physically strong enough. I was about to stop him, but I saw that the bald boy had already rushed forward with a fierce spirit. Jin Dasheng had no intention of stopping him. Seeing my eyes floating over, he quickly explained with a wry smile: "That boy is not easy to deal with. Let Ertui go up and spend it for a while. When he is sent to others, he will not be able to refuse. It is just right for them to be solved."

I understand that Jin Dasheng's fight is to be defeated by others first, and then defeated by others. Seeing that the bald boy is still strong now and has the power to win a big game, he might be able to fight with the other party and lose both sides. When he goes up later, he might be able to win without any effort. In this way, he will make one. It's really a good plan. I understand why the martial arts are getting worse and worse now. The owners of the museum are all as smart as monkeys. Who would still be willing to really think about martial arts? I'm afraid that only the guys hidden in the mountains and forests in the legend are the real successors of martial arts.

As expected, the bald boy fought with the other party for dozens of rounds, and was kicked to the ground by someone, but the other party obviously had only breathe. Jin Dasheng could not allow the person to go down at all. With one move, another apprentice rushed to the front of the stage and bowed his hand and started attacking. The muscles on the face of the camouflage uniform on the Qinghu Hall trembled, but in the end they didn't stop it. After all, it was theirs who played this move first. Now that he lost, he could only say that he had not planned it well and asked him to send a newcomer up, but he couldn't take this face.

I have never seen the new ones, but I definitely won’t have a low seniority. Although I look only in my twenties, my martial arts are much better than those of bald boys and flowery faces. At least they are very well organized. They should be quick and slow, instead of playing around like a mad dog when they come up. After a few moves, the other party’s person was beaten down and lay down.

Next, I changed the side and Jin Dasheng was defeated. After a moment, the masters came out again. The people from Qinghu Hall were defeated. More than a dozen people came back and forth. I was so excited that I watched it, but the other five were all listless. In addition to Guo Jing and Yang Kang barely, the other three masters were fiddling with their hair, the other was humming Peking Opera, and Sister Dongfang was dozing off, which shows how boring it was for people.

It was not until the fourth senior brother who had just been thrown on the wall by Ouyang Ke, that the situation changed slightly. Mr. Ouyang actually made an exception to take the semiconductor away from his ear, looked at the fourth master of Tiger, and said, "This young foreign boxing is actually quite a bit difficult."

Jin Dasheng was not far away. When he heard Ouyang Feng say this, he quickly bowed to express his gratitude. He always thought that Mr. Ouyang was from somewhere, and of course he had no objection to such praise that he had a little master's style. Moreover, the fourth master of Tiger's foreign kung fu is indeed good, and you can tell it just by looking at the muscles. However, I was a little surprised. I know Ouyang Feng's identity. This is more powerful than the hidden martial arts senior. He can praise him for a few tricks. That's really not easy.

Turning around, I found that Guo Jing and Yang Kang were also energetic. It seemed that the Fourth Master of Tiger, who was not very strong in the first impression, was quite optimistic. Although Ouyang Ke maintained his usual disdain, he also agreed with his uncle's opinion. Finally, he put his hands off his oily hair and began to watch the competition with a more serious attitude. Only Sister Dongfang was dozing off as always, looking like a cute and silly female cat...

A moment later, Ouyang Feng's words came true. Although Ouyang Ke was dismissed by Ouyang Ke, they were still very powerful among these people. After they came on the court, they lost four people in a row. Even the camouflage uniform that seemed to be difficult to deal with was taken down by him. For a moment, the people in Qinghu Hall were shocked. They obviously did not expect that Jin Dasheng had such a capable senior brother.

At this point, I thought the legendary Taoist priest was about to appear, but I saw a middle-aged man in his thirties standing up opposite him, wearing a short sky blue jacket and mediocre appearance, gently pinched his finger bones, and said to Jin Dasheng with a faint smile: "I have long admired the fourth master of Tiger and is very domineering, and my brother, Ma Chunjiang, a layman in Wudang, I will learn a few things today!"

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