After practicing the slashing and wiping one thousand times every day, Wang Hong did not stop. He shook the iron-blocked sword in his hand, and his feet changed rapidly and unruly.

While swimming, sticking the rod to grab the position, sticking in the stick, poking the water point, finding the gap and breaking the peak, breaking the hand and breaking the armor, and all three and nine turns come out of the sword flower, without any certainty, and fully exerting the strange sword with two edges, one sharp, thick ridge and short body.

When I practiced until I was excited, my whole body was full of energy, my muscles and bones were ringing together, and as I moved, the iron swords pierced on the wooden stakes, making muffled sounds.

"Stop demolishing the house!"

The mother walked out of the house and handed the clothes in her hand to Wang Hong: "Take them to your grandpa. When it's almost done, she said that there is something to do at home and asked your grandpa to come back first."

Seeing that Wang Hong put the iron sword first before coming to pick up the clothes, his mother glanced at him: "What era is it, and you still practice these useless things to death?"

Wang Hong took the clothes and said dissatisfiedly: "Where are the little Japanese who guards the railway practicing every day?"

But I saw my mother's face turned gloomy: "Compared with the Japanese, are you looking for a slap?"

Wang Hong did not dare to refute, laughed dryly, quickly went out and walked towards the Chen family boxing room.

The mother looked at her son's back and thought to herself: I'm almost graduating from high school, and I'm still thinking about practicing martial arts every day. Should I find a wife to calm down?

When Wang Hong walked out of the alley, he happened to see a team of Japanese soldiers carrying live ammunition patrolling the railway with flashlights. Wang Hong spat hatefully and cursed in his heart: "Little Japanese, I don't have any trolls, I'll fuck you back to my hometown every minute."

Everyone knows that the little Japanese is making the Northeast, but Wang Hong hates this not only.

His parents said that his family was originally located in the west, not far from the railway station, and was occupied by the Japanese when they were building railways and became the Japanese railway affiliated to the country's middle country.

My mother is now sick, and it was the cause of the disease that when she was driven away, she was deliberately squeezed to the bridge by Japanese soldiers on the way to move.

As soon as he entered the Chen family boxing room, Wang Hong heard someone in the inner room talking like a stuttering sound. He slowed down and listened curiously.

"......The national martial arts test last year, national martial arts museums across the country sent good players to compete for a good ranking. Let me tell you a secret. Those who have practiced boxing are all ranked first. The top martial arts scholar named Zhu Guofu, and all four of the brothers have practiced boxing. As a result, among the hundreds of people, their brothers have all entered the best ranking. If I had signed up at that time, it would be fine to get an excellent ranking."

"I tell you, boxing is much better than the Chinese art we practice. I have never met any opponents along the way. They are very famous, and they will be exposed in the moment.

Zhang San from Jinzhou, do you know? I called me, but I didn’t give in to him, and I knocked him out with one punch.

Zheng Dadao from Dalian...

The forest style of Shenyang...

Zhao Laosi of Yingkou, the famous one, insisted on playing with me in front of hundreds of apprentices, but I couldn't help but let him do two moves and punched him, and he burst into blood from his nose and mouth. He immediately asked me to give the venue. How could I ask for it? Let's leave quickly."

Wang Hong stood at the door of the house, listening to the man punching several people in the Liaodong martial arts circle, and he felt that this "looping" could still be a "shocking" thing, which was quite interesting, so he looked at the person who was talking carefully.

Kongzi means that this person is not a man from the martial arts world, and he is talking about things outsiders.

Shocking jobs are often used. In the world, they are best at fortune telling. They have no real skills and can scare people through a few words, and then stick to people and collect money.

The man sat in the guest seat, with a tall and burly figure, wide eyes, and two balls of flesh bulging on his cheeks. His speech was buzzing and his fierce wind came towards him.

The people who were sitting next to them were all local pokers to teach boxing. The old people who were with grandpa were all old boxers of grandpa, and the other middle-aged and strong men were all boxing handsome men of uncles.

The martial arts circle in Anshi is so big that Wang Hong knows these people.

The only young one is the senior brother in the Chen family boxing ring, named Li Shuai.

Li Shuai runs a rice shop and an inn at home, but he doesn't do his job properly all day long and often asks Wang Hong to play swords and guns together. The two are very familiar with each other.

Wang Hong looked around and found that except for the one who was dancing in the guest seat, the other people couldn't finish talking, but the others couldn't say anything. Grandpa was an old man, and at this moment he just sat there playing with the wine cup in his hand.

Uncle Yang, who practices Shaolin Fist, Uncle Li, who practices twenty-four ways of legs, and Li Shuai, these three people were dejected and something was wrong.

Master Chen on the master seat politely compliments: "Master Zhao, you are truly benevolent and righteous."

Master Zhao raised his head, revealing his big black nostrils, and said, "People who practice martial arts must have martial ethics. They are all their own people here. I will tell the truth: There are really no masters in our Liaodong. In fact, I have lost a lot. In Shanghai, I will be a common occurrence to win or lose."

"That Xiao Yang, you definitely can't compare your fists with me with Shaolin fists. Your fists are heavier, but you can't move. It's enough to practice with me for a few days. Xiao Li, I'm punching all over the game, and you lose even if you lift your legs. I'm not afraid to tell you that boxing is real. One punch is one punch. When you lift your legs, I hit you three punches in one second, and I won't give you a chance at all."

Master Yang didn't raise his head or answer, and Master Li turned his face to the side, making his nose crooked in anger.

Wang Hong was fed countless experiences by his grandfather. He knew at first that these two people had fallen into their own way and had been beaten up by others.

"There is also this child." Master Zhao pointed his hand at Li Shuai and said, "Your force is not right and you can't hit me."

Li Shuai looked dissatisfied, but said nothing. His master sat in the main seat and his face looked ugly.

"We who practice Chinese martial arts should recognize the reality and can throw away the fist and embroidered legs. You said that if you practice boxing for a lifetime, if you don't go to the ring competition, don't see if you can fight, is that still called a person who practices boxing? I practice boxing to be able to fight and fight on the field. Whoever can do it can be done, you will know if you pull it out and fight it in one match."

Speaking, Master Zhao proudly swept his eyes around.

Wang Hong said in his heart: "It's not so good to go around the world, but the fundamental reason for national martial arts is to kill the enemy, so how can you be empty-handed? Master Zhao's understanding of national martial arts is too superficial. With his physique, bullying ordinary people, he really comes one by one. The national martial arts that are righteous and strong, and the country has become a fight and playful battle. It's a pity that he can say it."

In my mind, I couldn't help but change the image of the ancient man pulling his sword around and holding his sword independently, and the fat man holding his two fists high. This comparison was very interesting, which almost made him laugh out loud.

Grandpa sat there without saying a word. He accidentally saw Wang Hong standing outside the door with a smirk and listening to the story. He waved his hand to call him over, took the clothes and said, "I have something to do at home, I'll leave first." He was about to get up and leave without waiting for everyone to speak.

When Li Shuai saw Wang Hong, he jumped up suddenly, pulled Wang Hong and said to Master Zhao: "This is Mr. Bian's grandson. His sword technique is No. 1 in Anshi. Master Zhao, try it?"

Grandpa was unhappy when he heard this: "Li Shuai, how many days have Wang Hong practiced? What did you ask him to get involved?" Li Shuai often ran to Wang Qing's house and shouted: "Grandpa, it's okay." Then he pulled Wang Hong to ask Master Zhao: "Master Zhao, can you try it?"

Master Zhao looked up at Wang Hong, a student-like figure, a white and gentle look on his face, and thought to himself: He has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but he dares to be the first?

Seeing that Wang Hong was not like a warrior, he couldn't help but stand up, looked at Wang Hong with a polite mouth, but said politely: "Then let's learn about the number one sword technique in Anshi." But he made up his mind to bring Mr. Bian, the educated grandson, into his hands.

As soon as Master Zhao stood up, Wang Hong suddenly felt a wall pressing towards him. Master Zhao was at least 1.8 meters tall, half of his head, thick neck, thick arms, and thick thighs. With this physique alone, all the men present competed.

Seeing that Master Zhao looked down on him, Wang Hong's competitive nature was also aroused, and he was eager to try it out.

Seeing that Wang Hong did not object, Li Shuai thought to himself: Finally someone has dealt with this shameless guy. Before Wang Hong's grandfather could speak, he quickly ran outside the house and grabbed two short sticks of seventy or eighty centimeters, and said, "Just use the stick."

As he said that, he bypassed his somewhat annoyed grandfather and handed one to Master Zhao and Wang Hong.

Wang Hong hasn't fought with outsiders for a long time, so he stepped back to the table with a short stick.

However, Master Zhao strides outward and says as he walks: "The house is small, go to the boxing ring outside, I will teach you a few tricks of foreigners."

Wang Hong was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: Do foreigners also have swords?

When my grandfather saw that the fight was here, he couldn't compare, so he said to Wang Hong: "Be careful."

Wang Hong nodded and walked to the boxing ring outside with a short stick. He saw that Master Zhao was already standing there, with his feet pointing at Wang Hong with a stick and saying, "Come on, kid."

Uncle Yang and Uncle Li and others surrounded each other. When they saw the two of them, they felt a little uncomfortable. Under the electric light, one was a strong man with a bear-back and the other was a fair and innocent student with a stinky breast. The difference was too big.

One by one, they couldn't help but worry about Wang Hong.

Wang Hong followed the rules and carried a short stick in his left hand and performed a boxing ceremony.

Before Wang Hong could speak the scene according to the rules, Master Zhao laughed and said, "It looks pretty good, come here."

Wang Hong was stunned. He had never seen such a rude and polite person.

After I handed the stick to my right hand, I thought about knowing some Eastern sword technique, but I had never heard of Western sword technique. What would it look like? I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

So, the short stick in his hand carefully drew a small circle and tentatively leaned towards Master Zhao. Looking at Master Zhao's tall and majestic appearance, he thought to himself: It's not a loss to have a strong body, and this stick cannot be made to be true.

It was Master Zhao's idea that he thought. Master Zhao was really not very good at equipment, he just wanted to use his physique to beat the stick in Wang Hong's hand to fly. He felt that as long as the stick hit, he would win.

Seeing that Wang Hong was shaking his hand, he shook a half-meter-sized wrist flower with a short stick. He held the stick and rushed up in a big strode, and then smashed it down.

Seeing Master Zhao play with wrist, Wang Hong felt relieved in his heart.

Only experts know whether they are experts or not.

When Master Zhao strode forward and chopped the stick, Wang Hong snorted directly and couldn't help but curse: "It's the stick that sells Daliwan."

He also took a step, but it was not big, but it was just enough.

The hand moved forward, and the stick head rushed out of the small circle like lightning, hitting Master Zhao's hand holding the stick. His whistle stick with the wind sounded out of his hand and hit the wall in the distance, making the jingle sound.

Wang Hong snatched the stick and tapped it on the martial artist's chest, but immediately took it back.

Then he took three steps, handed the stick to his left hand, held it behind his elbow, and performed another boxing ceremony, saying, "The teacher gave in."

That kind of obedient look, and the rabbit-like falcon that happened to the moment he fought just now was not like a person.

Master Zhao was stunned and couldn't believe it. Hey? If he lost? He lost to a big child in one move?

I wanted to have another fight, but except for Master Chen and Wang Hong's grandfather in the boxing room, everyone was talking around Wang Hong.

He was also a bachelor, and he was cursing in his heart: Damn, just compare boxing, why not compare knives with him? If you fall here, you have to change the place to attract people.

But he said, "This kid is OK, Old Man Bian has his own skills, this is definitely the first sword in Anshi. Regarding fists, I am not afraid of anyone, and in terms of knife, he is this." As he said, he gave a thumbs up and knocked his chest with a slight touch and said, "Heroes are young, I am convinced by the loss!"

Li Shuai shouted the loudest: "Wang Hong, I knew you could do it. When will you teach me some of your sword skills and let me learn it too."

Uncle Yang laughed and said, "This knife skills are good, I have to let my boss come to you to learn."

Uncle Li looked at Master Zhao with his eyes horizontally: "Your sword technique really cannot be beaten, you can only kill."

Grandpa Qian, who practices Mantis Boxing, is not young anymore and said the truth: "This knife technique is just for killing people. Few people can stop it. Don't let anyone who doesn't understand it."

Master Zhao listened uneasyly. Grandpa saw that it was almost done and didn't want to make a big deal. He quickly said the scene: "Master Zhao, a child is ignorant and has no light or heavy hands, don't mind."
Chapter completed!