The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 203

Chapter 203 Lore (one more)

Yanshu is in her twenties, wearing a red short suit, is over one meter tall, has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks daunting.

He said coldly: "I want to challenge Xi Yu."

There was an uproar at the scene.

Exciting, you have to challenge the master as soon as you come up.

Looking at the main position, everyone realized that Xi Yu didn't know when to leave.

"Nishiba won't run away, right?"

"Are you supposed to be you? Don't worry, Xi Yu wouldn't be such a person."

"Then why doesn't he dare to fight? He represents our Blue Dragon Association. If you lose, you will lose your head."

Zhu Shaodan glared at the speaker, who was frightened by the ferocity in his eyes, and hurriedly shut up.

Yanshu looked around, "Xi Yu, I want to challenge you. I count three times. If you don't show up again, you will just escape, one..."

As soon as the voice fell, a black shadow fell from the sky and fell lightly on the ring.

Ming Jing hooked her lips, and in the sight of Ran Tengxiao's exploration, the cloud said lightly and lightly: "Mr. Ran's words are true, it is really wonderful."

Zhao Zhen lay on the railing with bright eyes, "This is too handsome, Xi Yu, come on, give me a slap in the face of this arrogant guy."

Everyone was shocked by this light posture. The boy was dressed in black, and his thin back was lonely and tall, and the lowered brim of the hat emphasized the mysterious atmosphere. Many people thought about what he looked like when he took off his hat, but they can only think about it.

"Are you Xi Yu?" Yanshu asked him, squinting his eyes.

Too young, still a minor, and looking at that weak body, I don't know how to withstand a few punches.

To praise such a person as a master, Qinglonghui is really no one.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's take action." The young man snorted disdainfully.

"Arrogant kid, look at the move." Yanshu made a few moves, punching and kicking, accompanied by the sound of "hey" in his mouth, which seemed quite bluffing.

"What kind of move is this?" Someone asked curiously.

Everyone looked at each other, and could only watch the excitement. I really don't know the way inside.

"The founder of Lihuotang, Yanhong, came from the Shaolin School, with southern heavy boxing, short hands, northern heavy legs, and long hands. He improved the Arhat shorts of Shaolin school, supplemented with Qi method, and formed a unique thong-arm boxing. , There are both the wide opening and closing of the long boxing and the flexibility and delicateness of the short play. Nowadays, the popular Sanda Taekwondo is in front of the open-arm boxing, but you're." Ming Jing said lightly.

Ran Tengxiao stared at her: "How do you know?"

Zhao Zhen asked anxiously, "Will Xi Yu be in danger?"

Ding Jing's fingertips turned the Buddhist beads, and looked down at the ring downstairs.

Yanshu preemptively strikes, moves when he hears the wind, and instantly rushes, fists strike like a thunderbolt.

Everyone's heart is throbbing, this explosive power is really amazing, and all of them are sweating for Xi Yu.

Zhao Zhen jumped to the railing, clutching the railing nervously.

The black-clothed boy is like a mountain, unmoving, even if the fist wind is in front of him, he is calm as usual, not the slightest panic, and quite a bit detached.

When the fist wind was only a few millimeters away from the tip of the young man's nose, the young man turned around and brushed the tip of the young man's nose with his fist. It was too late, the young man grabbed Yanshu's right shoulder with one hand, and Yanshu lowered the plate to exert force. The young man used his shoulder as a fulcrum, turned and leaped lightly, jumped in front of Yanshu, and clasped his right shoulder along the shoulder and arm. Down, wherever he passed, he heard a crisp sound, Yanshu's face was pale, and he snorted.

The young man took a step back, calm and brisk.

Ye Feng, who had been lazily leaning on the pillar, straightened up suddenly.

Ye Shuang's eyes stared, he caught a glimpse of Ye Feng's movements, and smiled: "I told you earlier, don't underestimate Xi Yu, he fought with your brother, your brother failed miserably, look at Yanshu, this is not a long lesson. ."

This was just one move, and Yanshu was defeated.

Everyone shook their heads. At first, they thought how powerful they were. In front of the real powerhouse, they were just embroidering their legs.

Yanshu knelt on one knee, only feeling that his entire right arm was so numb that he couldn't exert any strength. He stared at the black-clothed young man standing quietly across from him. Yanshu was horrified. His thong-arm fist was supplemented by Qi method. He is invincible, but there is a dead spot, that is, the door, on his right shoulder, no one will know.

How could the other party know?

"Who are you? What kind of school do you follow?" Yanshu asked with gritted teeth.

"You are not qualified to know if you are defeated." The boy's tone was wild and arrogant behind his hands.

But no one sniffed at his arrogance anymore, but admired and admired him even more. Only absolute strength was worthy of such arrogance.

Young people are proud and full of spirits.

Zhao Zhen patted the railing, then laughed and said, "Okay, okay."

Suddenly she turned her head and looked at Ming Jing. Ming Jing was tasting tea indifferently. The white clothes were graceful and the silver lotus was shining. The young man downstairs was proud, and her eyes were smiling.

"Did you know it a long time ago?" Zhao Zhen thought that she had been so precious to Liehuotang just now, and felt that she and Xi Yu were not simple.

Maybe more than a simple relationship between men and women.

"what do you mean?"

Zhao Zhen coldly snorted, "Ask you knowing why."

Ming Jing hooked her lips, ignoring the probing eyes of the man opposite, looking down at the ring downstairs.

Yanshu had already been defeated, and he was hit by someone at the door. He could not recover within three days.

After Yanshu was off the court, Ye Feng jumped onto the ring. Unlike Yanshu's solemnity and calmness, this was a young boy with a hippie smiling face. Everyone laughed when they saw him.

"Where did this kid come from? It's better to go home and do your homework quickly, don't be overwhelmed."

"He is Ye Jian's junior, the once-in-hundred-year-old genius of Xuanjingmen."

"It's him, is there no one at Xuanjing Gate?"

Listening to the ridicule around him, the young man didn't care, and he looked at Xi Yu with his arms around his chest.

"My name is Ye Feng, and I am the genius who has met them in the Xuanjing Sect once in a hundred years. Today I want to challenge you." The boy opened his mouth and threatened not enough. He only felt that this was a boy who loves to make a fool of himself.

Zhao Zhen didn't even look at this young man, and hummed: "Cousin, Ye Jian, the junior, is too arrogant. You just offended me, Xi Yu, you have to teach him severely for me, let this be ignorant. The brat got out of Jiangzhou obediently."

Ding Jing slightly narrowed his eyes, and his gaze fell on the young boy.

I saw Ye Feng laughing and punching. The footwork was swift, and the fist wind was quickly resolved by Xi Yu. However, Ye Feng was not discouraged, and his breath was steady and he punched again. This punch is stronger than the previous section, and the teenager still has a hippy smiley face. : "Look at my Humen boxing."

The light in the mirror flickered, this young man was more tricky than she thought. One section has already been released, and he must use short energy to send it again. In such a short distance, not to mention a continuous inch of energy, even a single inch of energy cannot be used. But this young Cun Jin is as fast as electricity, galloping like a tiger, and Cun Jin has reached a superb level at a young age, and he is invincible in close combat.

Sure enough, his fist hit Xi Yu's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint, Xi Yu suddenly stepped back, knelt on one knee, and covered his chest with one hand.

In the eyes of everyone's unbelievable, Ye Feng blew his fists and said triumphantly: "The so-called number one master is nothing more than that. It is still no match for Xiaoye's Humenquan."

Ye Song stroked his beard and smiled and nodded, Ran Qing smiled and said, “Senior's boy is really well-deserved.”

"This kid can't praise, he is proud." Although Ye Song said this, his eyes were very proud.

"Xi Yu..." Zhao Zhen exclaimed, as if he was hit by the fist.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Ming Jing: "Xi Yu was beaten by this stinky boy."

Ding Jing held the Buddha beads, motionless.

Ran Tengxiao glanced: "This kid is good, but he is not Xi Yu's opponent."

Dingjing glanced at Ran Tengxiao, and Ran Tengxiao curled her lips, "Am I right?"

"The Nine Variations of "The Art of War" of Sun Tzu says: Swiftness, but insulting. Secret skill is only a short-term ability, and the mentality is the real magic weapon for victory. This young man has extraordinary talents, but his biggest shortcoming is pride."

He is determined to lose.

Ran Tengxiao raised her eyebrows. At this moment, she finally saw the awe-inspiring character of Marseille that day.

The so-called compassionate heart is just for the world to see, and this is the real woman.

See the peerless sword that seals the throat with blood.

Xi Yu touched the corners of her lips, and her mask was soaked with blood.

sneered, Xi Yu stood up, shook his neck, and made a "click, click".

"Very well, continue."

The words fell on the whole person like an arrow from the string, "swish" and jumped out.

Ye Feng also did not let too much. The two fought together, chasing the wind and electricity, only saw the afterimage, everyone was dazzled, only to hear the muffled sound of fists breaking through the air, and the swift wind rushing through the ears.

Zhu Shaodan squeezed a sweat, Master, you must win.

Ye Jian came over: "Master Xiao, you are looking for me."

Zhao Zhen rushed over and said angrily: "Your junior brother is simply too hateful. I won't say that he offended him, and he dared to beat Xi Yu. It's too arrogant."

Ye Jian touched his nose and said innocently: "Miss, the younger brother is stubborn. It is the first time to come to a big city. Please also look at the face of my younger sister and me. Forgive the younger brother this time. Yu, there is life and death in the ring, how can I blame the younger brother? Of course, if Xi Yu hurts the younger brother, I will feel distressed, but I will definitely not blame Xi Yu."

"Sophistry is all sophistry." Zhao Zhen said angrily.

Ye Jian's heart is slander, talking about arrogance, who is arrogant than the eldest lady, the junior is in front of you, that is a little witch.

Ye Jian glanced at Mingjing, feeling a little inexplicable.

The eldest lady suspected that Xi Yu had any connection with Ming Jing, and it was not unreasonable. If Xi Yu was defeated by the younger brother today, she would not know what Miss Zhu would do.

Ye Jian glanced downstairs, the younger brother had the upper hand, Xi Yu was crushed and beaten, and there was no way to fight back.

Ye Jian hooked his lips. If the younger brother can defeat Xi Yu, he will be famous now.

Zhao Zhen stared at Ye Jian fiercely, and Ye Jian coughed: "Miss, this has nothing to do with me."

"How can it have nothing to do with you, he is your younger brother, and you are responsible for ineffective discipline."

Ye Jian looked aggrieved, and the eldest lady was too arrogant.

After several rounds, Ye Feng was punched in the side and turned blue.

Ye Feng quenched a mouthful of blood, no longer the ease at the beginning, the moves began to be frizzy, just like a domino, once a hole is opened, it will be ruined and powerless.

Ran Qing frowned: "This Xi Yu is really not easy."

Yesong stared at the dark shadows in the field and murmured: "He reminds me of someone..."

"Oh? What did the senior see?" Ran Qing asked.

Ye Song shook his head, "Maybe I'm dazzled." Such words can't be said casually, after all, that person is a taboo in Ran's family.

Ran Qing sneered: "Senior refers to Yu Jiang, his number is very similar to Yu Jiang."

This Xiyu is the same as that woman.

Ye Song sighed: "The defeat is set."

Ran Qing curled her lips: "That's natural, your little apprentice is talented, how could he..."

Before his words reached the ground, the black-clothed boy suddenly rose up in the air, sweeping his long legs, like a torrential pear blossom, dense and fierce, soft and firm, kicking and kicking, he did not give the opponent a chance to breathe, his posture was as light as a swallow. , But the momentum is like a rainbow, sweeping across the army.

The people in the audience gasped.

Ye Song stood up fiercely, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Ling Bo Feiyan.

He had seen this volley cross-kick fourteen years ago. The woman was as light as a swallow, but she was extremely powerful. Her legs were as swift as electricity and dense as a rain of needles, giving no chance to breathe at all.

However, its real power lies in the final choke and lore.

(End of this chapter)

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