Da Xia Ming Fei Zhen 14

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The old voice was neither surprised nor interested in the young man's proposal.

"If you say it right away, wouldn't it be a shame for me?"

However, what everyone felt the most was that they did not dare to take action.

"also."

The boy who had tied his big head into a rice dumpling was surprisingly considerate and nodded.

"Then I'll go in."

"Slow down, come on, I owe a lot of wine money in this embroidered gold building. Wouldn't it be a sin to demolish someone's house because of a fight with you?

Ming Feizhen smiled and said, "If we demolish this restaurant, wouldn't you have to pay back the money?"

The voice sighed and said: "That's not what you said. I have been addicted to alcohol all my life. If I don't have this place to go, the alcohol bug will attack and kill people. In this case, I might as well fight with you."

He spoke in a listless manner, but he could still say "fight" even though he saw Ming Fei's real ability, and there was a sense of pride in his words.

"Furthermore, if the restaurant is demolished and needs to be rebuilt, wouldn't the first thing you do is ask me for debts? This restaurant cannot be demolished.

After talking for a long time, I realized that he was actually willing to take action.

As he spoke, a figure staggered out of the restaurant.

He smelled like someone was drunk.

Hua Feihua snorted: "Did this bad old man fall into the wine vat in broad daylight?"

Ming Feizhen didn't say a word, he just looked at this person secretly.

What Hua Feihua said is right.

This man is really a bad old man.

I saw that this man must be in his forties or fifties and should not have received this honor. But his old appearance seems to have been neglected. The short hair on his head is covered with gray, and his teeth are stained with yellow spots, which is inseparable from the pipe and pot hanging on his waist.

His body was covered with coarse clothes and linen, with countless holes in them. It is conceivable that if this gentleman's ordinary clothes are torn and he is determined not to patch them, he has a temper that is about to be ruined.

In addition to his ragged clothes, there was also a faint sour smell on his body. I don’t know how long it has been since I washed it. Thinking that there was a lot of mud on his neck, face, and palms, I was afraid that in addition to his clothes, I would also need to throw them into the river. It would be better to ask the lady in coat of the sergeant in Hachimura to pick up a big stick and give her a good beating. .

Not only her clothes, but also her appearance is something that no one dares to compliment. His face is round and his eyes are small. Although there are no horizontal lines of flesh, there are many wrinkles. If he laughs, his little weasel-like eyes flash, and he looks cunning. Before he spoke, he made people alert.

I can't see any connection with the young man holding a sword and wearing rich clothes just now. When he appeared on the stage, the white-robed scholar quickly called out his number, and all the people who had just come to capture Hua Feihua stood up and left in the blink of an eye, leaving no one behind.

"Damn it, those people have all run away.

Hua Feihua came close to Ming Feizhen and whispered.

"Brother Feizhen, once those people run away, we will be in a worrying situation. Let's go find Hero Zhuo first and ignore this bad old man.

"Don't speak yet.

Ming Feizhen had a rare serious look on his face as he stepped forward and cupped his fists.

"Dare to ask senior...

"Hahaha, I can see that I am extraordinary, so I figured out the name. We meet by chance, and the common etiquette is not limited."

...Senior, how long has it been since you took a shower?

The "bad old man" who has not yet entered the ranks of the elderly was interrupted. He took out the pipe from his waist, rubbed his hands and took a deep puff. He was so angry that he puffed smoke from his nostrils.

"What a loud tone, it seems that you can't do good without touching the sheep. Come on, show off your big guy, let me see how good the rising stars are in the world today.

The young man acted as he was told, but put away his playful attitude when dealing with other people.

Although his face was still pale, somehow Hua Feihua could feel the change in his mentality. Looking at the 'old man' again, he felt that the rickety figure seemed to be taller than he had imagined.

Ming Feizhen arrived at the old man Mai's side in the blink of an eye. As usual, there was no strong wind and he punched him with a simple punch.

"Oh, not bad."

The old man moved half a step sideways, but he was not frightened, so he dodged the young man's punch. Then the ground behind him "suddenly" sank two inches, as if it had been struck by a diamond hammer. This shows how surging the force accumulated in the young man's fist was.

Ming Feizhen's fist missed, and he swept his leg again, but missed again, and then struck down with a palm. Without exception, the old man avoided them by moving in a small area.

Since joining Wudang, no one has been able to avoid Ming Feizhen's set of punches, legs and palms. Unexpectedly, I met a good player in Yichang. An eagerness to try suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Although the 'bad old man' avoided them, he was amazed.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. The little kid is young and has really good martial arts skills. Which famous family does he belong to?"

Ming Feizhen said with a smile: "Senior's eyes are so bright, can't you recognize him? There is no famous family in this world that is so difficult to recognize, right?'

"Hey, how to provoke the general? Hehe, if the little old man can't identify your house within + moves, then he will voluntarily admit defeat.'

"You said it." Ming Feizhen's pupils suddenly shrank, giving people the ferocious feeling of a huge beast falling from the sky.

"This is inappropriate!" The sword-wielding boy who was beaten just now didn't know when he woke up.

I don’t know how long he listened. He stood up and rushed to the old man and said, "No one is here to count. Who knows how many moves it is. Don’t let this man suffer."

There is some truth in what he said. The formulas in martial arts are sometimes composed of several or even hundreds of movements connected in series. It is said that it is ten moves, but it is definitely ten moves.

The old man covered his face and said, "Oh, the ignorant dogs are making fun of the Fang family. Young heroes, don't make fun of them." Only then did everyone realize that the young master the old man had just called was father and son.

Ming Feizhen showed a dangerous smile that was touching everyone's heart.

"Young master, don't worry. If you say it's ten moves, it must be ten moves."

After saying that, his body swayed and his movements were exactly the same as before. The angle, direction, and posture were exactly the same as before. Another punch came out.

However, this time, the sound of wind on the hand suddenly became louder, as if there was a whistle tied to the hand, which was surprisingly loud.

“Hehehe, good time.

The old man repeated his old tricks and avoided using the same movements as before.

'-Got it!

Ming Feizhen retracted his fist and punched again with the same movement. However, the strong wind and loud noise were twice as strong as before.

"Good martial arts!" The old man avoided speaking again.

The third punch, the fourth punch, and the fifth punch are still the same.

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The movements of the young man and the old man seemed to be carved from a template. Everyone was amazed and puzzled. But if such a confrontation is serious,

Su Li said inexplicably: "Young Master, why are they acting like this?"

Hua Feihua explained carefully to Su Li, who didn't understand martial arts: "Haha, maybe it's stuck.

When the sixth punch came out, the wind was so strong that it could only be described as 'whistling past'. The people around her were already unsteady, so Hua Feihua had to pull the two girls to stand further away.

At the seventh punch, the surrounding vendors were swept up into the air, like a storm passing by, and the audience all fled in panic. It's hard to imagine that it was caused by a competition between two people, and it's even harder to imagine that the content of the competition between these two people was still so monotonous.

By the eighth punch, the old man's smiling expression had disappeared, and his face was full of solemnity. The situation seems to be too serious to be solved without such concentration.

Ming Feizhen was also covered in white mist, his fists became more and more powerful, and the expression on his face became more and more excited.

"Okay, take this punch from me.

The whistling wind of the fist did not appear again, and was replaced by a silent fist that seemed to be fast but actually slow.

The old man couldn't help but feel amazed.

Although the boy's movements are exactly the same every time, the feelings he gives people are different every time. Each punch is like a new use of internal strength. This is a feeling that only those who have fought hand to hand can understand.

After barely dodging the ninth punch, the old man's forehead was dripping with sweat, which showed the heavy burden.

But the arrival of the tenth punch did not leave him any room to rest.

Before the punch was released, the wind pressure already made it difficult for him to breathe.

In addition to the ever-changing ways of using internal power. The most surprising thing about the young man is that his internal strength has no end. From the first punch to the present, his strength can't help but increase, and it is already ten times as strong as the first punch.

And there is no need to use energy or energy to do it, it is as simple as drinking water and breathing.

There are talented people from generation to generation, so it’s no good if you don’t recognize your old age.

The old man finally couldn't keep up his dodge style, so he flipped his head back and dodged the powerful punch.

However, the pressure in the air that seemed to be crushing everyone had not disappeared. The young man did not stop and still clenched his fists. A hint of red appeared in his eyes full of excitement.

But the tenth punch was not delivered.

Just when Ming Feizhen forgot about the ten-move agreement, suddenly there was a blur in front of his eyes, and he saw white cloth flying all over the sky, like leaves falling in the autumn sky. After looking closely, I realized that the white cloth wrapped around Ming Feizhen's head fell into pieces.

This means that when the old man dodged the tenth move, he launched a counterattack at the last moment. He smashed his head with a clever technique), but Ming Fei Zhen didn't even realize it.

Ming Feizhen stared blankly at the white cloth falling in front of him, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The old man's cynical voice reached his ears.

"Well...that's the tenth move. The yin and yang in your internal strength complement each other, it's vast and majestic, and the origin is fair and square. The internal strength you have learned should be the treasure of the inner world. I think about it, and you can meet this condition. Looking at martial arts, there are only two or three films.

It's just that your boxing style was upright and grand at first, but in the last three punches, you took a wrong turn because you were eager to win. The violence in those three punches was so ferocious that I have rarely seen it in my life. The young man has a bright future, why is he contaminated by such evil martial arts? Listen to my advice, it is better to turn around.

Mingfei Zhen was still stunned, and Hua Feihua's voice came: "What are you talking about? Do you want to deny it? Hey, old guy, don't change the subject, don't forget what you said. What do you think? Have you come out of my brother's disciples?"

"Ah hahahaha, I am ignorant and ignorant. I think there are successors to those three martial arts, and they shouldn't be so young. I really can't identify the origin of the young hero. As expected, heroes come from young, I am getting old."

Hua Feihua’s nose turned up high and she said proudly: “That’s that, that’s that, how could you know.” Even I don’t know!

Ming Feizhen took a long breath before he took a deep breath, and suddenly held his younger nephew in his hand and bowed.

"Dare I ask senior Gao's name?"

“Wherever you dare to take responsibility, wherever you dare to take responsibility.

The old man didn't take advantage of him and returned the favor. When he cupped his fists, everyone discovered that the index finger and little finger of his left hand were empty, and there were only eight fingers.

"The little old man's name is Zhuo Fengru, and there is a nickname in the world called 'Walking around the world with eight fingers'.

Huh? Looking at your expressions, it seems like you have heard of it? Confucianism heroes? You don’t dare to take it seriously, hehehe.

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