Hearing a "gurgling" and flapping sound behind him, Fang Buwei knew that he was going to "get blood to be an alliance".

Gao Zhensheng held the Hongmen knife and slashed the chicken's head with one knife. Deputy Xing Hongshu held a big sea bowl containing half a bowl of strong wine, and took no drop of chicken blood into the bowl.

This step is called "killing the Phoenix" in the later triads!

After receiving the chicken blood, Hongshang held the sea bowl and walked to Situ Meitang first.

The old man inserted his right index finger into the bloody wine and drank it all over the wine.

As far as the dragon head is concerned, the children of Anliangtang present are doing this, including new disciples.

The reason why I only drink one drop means "drops of blood are the alliance"!

After everyone finished drinking, Mr. Situ lit another incense and stood in front of the incense altar and recited a poem to commemorate.

At this point, thirty-six newcomers worshipped Hongmen and formed brothers of different surnames.

"Stand up the martial arts altar!"

He shouted loudly in the hall, and all the old men and guests stood up and retreated.

Lao Xingsheng invited the guests who came to watch the ceremony to walk to the back hall together.

The martial arts altar is located behind the main hall, with a huge courtyard surrounded by ribbons in the middle of the open space with a radius of twenty meters.

The middle of the open space was divided into a "field" shape with wooden rafters, which means four rings were opened together.

There is an incense burner in one corner of each grid, and half a branch of incense is inserted in the middle to compete for timekeeping.

There were several weapon stands on one side of the ring, including swords, guns, swords, hammers and sticks. They were all real guys, but the sharp blades were wrapped tightly in red cloth.

There were dozens of chairs around, headed by the dragon head. The old men and guests sat down, and behind them were all three or four hundred cousins.

After leaving the hall, Fang Buwei saw nearly a hundred disciples wearing the same clothes as him, standing on the side of the martial arts altar.

This is also a newcomer to get started this year, but I worship Xiaoxiangtang.

"Those who have no intention of fighting can withdraw on their own!" Gao Zhensheng shouted loudly.

More than 30 disciples who have just started out have stepped out of the ranks, with only a dozen left.

Now is no longer the era of dominance of force, so there are many people who are unintentionally fighting for the throne.

For truly financial and influential disciples, the hall will naturally arrange suitable positions for them.

There were still 120 to thirty people left in the field.

It seems to be quite a lot, but it is not really much.

Zhang Yonghe said that there are 29 of the 48 states in the United States. There are nearly 800 new disciples this year, and only more than one hundred people are fighting for the original intention.

On average, there are less than four people in one class.

I asked twice again, and saw that no one had left, so I sat in the hall and yelled loudly

"Draw lots!"

Deputy Xing Hongbang held a box and stood between the hall and Gao Zhensheng.

There is only one mouth the size of a tea bowl on the box, and one hand can just reach into it.

The twelve disciples stepped forward and each drew a wooden stick.

Zi vs Chou, Yin vs Mao, and there are six groups in total.

After the twelve people were scoring, they went up to twelve people.

The one whom I draw is Ding Gan Wu branch, which is Ding Gan Wei branch.

When drawing lots, Gao Zhensheng nodded to him.

Fang Buwei didn't understand what Gao Zhensheng meant.

"Brothers of the same school, click here and stop..."

After everyone finished drawing, Gao Zhensheng shouted as the rules for the competition.

Each beat is half a stick of incense, which is only about fifteen minutes. If the incense is burned and the winner is not decided yet, the three uncles, sitting in the hall, holding the hall, and practicing the crime hall, will discuss and determine the winner.

In Fang Buwei's opinion, let alone using weapons, if you really get the flesh, you will be able to see the truth in at most five minutes.

The eight branches in front of the heavenly stems entered the beating, and with a gong, the four disciples lit four time incenses.

The sound of the gong seemed to be still wandering around in his ears, and a black shadow flew out of the arena and fell less than five meters away from Gao Zhensheng.

The disciple who came out of the striking covered his chest, bared his bloody teeth, and gasped.

Two martial disciples helped him up and checked his injuries.

"The winner of the fight was defeated!" Gao Zhensheng glanced coldly at the winner who was still standing on the east ring and shouted loudly.

So fast?

Fang Buwei glanced at the disciple who won the Dongyue, tall and strong, and his body was comparable to Gao Zhensheng.

He was thinking of finding an excuse to tell Zhang Yonghe about his thoughts of not wanting to fight for Deputy Execution and Zhengtang, and asked him to tell Mr. Situ, so he didn't pay attention to how this battle was completed so quickly.

"Two broken sternums!" said the disciple who checked the injury.

"Come on and treat it!" Gao Zhensheng said coldly.

"I used a broken hand..."

Those who can compete will naturally have some vision and express the boxing skills used by the winner in one word.

Break the hand?

Wing Chun!

Fang Buwei thought of Ip Man and Bruce Lee...

Wing Chun is not well-known in the country now, but is only circulated in Guangdong, Guangxi, Nanyang and overseas.

"Very strong, I'm not an opponent..."

Another disciple said.

Fang Buwei looked up and saw that the winning disciple had already stepped down and stood on the other side of the martial arts arsenal.

The other three groups were still fighting on the stage.

I don’t know if it was affected by the first round, but the subsequent matchups were much faster, and basically they were head-on.

Including a disciple who used the eight dragon palms, he gave up the roaming and fighting, and rushed towards his opponent when he got on stage.

Fang Buwei was amazed at the sight.

Those who can compete have some real skills.

A disciple who used a big gun, when the gun tip trembled, there were three gun flowers, and even with afterimages.

The Republic of China era was indeed the prime of national martial arts.

Half an hour later, it was Fang Buwei's turn to play.

He is Dinggan Wuzhi, and he is in the 22nd stage.

One and four games mean five games have been beaten, and one and one and six minutes are on average, which is indeed very fast.

The opponent is also a tall and strong man, but he doesn't look young and is almost in his early forties.

The man hugged his fists and put on a stance.

Lightning hand?

I have even seen the big gun that can shake out the gun flower. When I see the natural fist, I don’t realize that there is anything surprising about it.

Master Du Xinwu, the head of the Natural Sect, is the bodyguard of the founding father, and it is not surprising that Natural Fist has been passed overseas.

Fang Buwei hugged his fists and lit up the mountain gate again.

"Half-step Bengquan?" the middle-aged man asked with his eyes wide open.

Fang Buwei nodded.

It seems to be a sensible person.

Bengquan is just one of the five Xingyi punches, and half-step Bengquan is even more niche. It has only been carried forward by Li Cunyi and Yunxiang in the past twenty or thirty years, and has not yet spread overseas.

"I dare to ask who is the master of the master?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"Hanshuo Masters' Korean Language Association!"

It is the master Han who taught Fang Buwei Xingyiquan and the boxing instructor of the Eighty-Seventh Army.

Han Wenhui was a disciple of Li Cunyi and was a fellow disciple of the same school, along with Shang Yunxiang, Ma Yutang, and Huang Bonian, but his reputation was not as good as these brothers.

"Good to meet, lucky to meet!" The middle-aged man hugged his fists happily, "I am learning from Master Du of the Natural Sect..."

It was indeed passed down by Du Xinwu.

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