1243: C1243 Fist Technique to Suppress the Spirit

C1243 Fist Technique to Suppress the Spirit

Old Master Lei spoke with authority. After that, he turned to Chen Qingyang and said, "I will take care of the family matters regarding Lei Family. But, no matter what, Tian Lin was still a descendant of my Lei Family. As the saying goes, you have to look at the owner to hit the dog. "You are not giving me any face. Today, you must leave something behind. Otherwise, I will not let you walk out of this door."

The three ladies of Lili's group had originally thought that everything had passed in a relaxed manner.

However, he didn't expect Old Master Lei to suddenly change the topic and start attacking Chen Qingyang.

The three women immediately turned pale and their delicate bodies trembled.

"Oh?" Chen Qingyang said lightly: "What does the old man want me to leave behind?"

"One finger!" Old Master Lei said.

In reality, this was Old Master Lei's magnanimity. One finger, this was the lightest punishment. No matter what, there had to be an explanation when Lei Family walked out.

Even Tong Jiawen and the other two girls let out a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts.

One Finger... It was still tolerable. Although it was still a bit cruel to Chen Qingyang!

Chen Qingyang stretched out his fingers, which moved nimbly like a butterfly.

"One finger, this request is not excessive at all!" Chen Qingyang smiled.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief as they all thought that Chen Qingyang had compromised.

This matter was finally going to be cleared up.

But then, Chen Qingyang changed the subject and said: "But I'm sorry, I can't do it. If the old man wants my finger, that's fine too. As long as you can beat me to the ground, I'll naturally be at the mercy of the old gramps. "

Then, Chen Qingyang said, "Do we attack together or one by one. Old Master can arrange it, I'll take on as many as you want! "

Chen Qingyang's tone could be said to be as wild as the sky.

However, there was a heroic spirit in it.

Old Master Lei and the rest did not expect Chen Qingyang to make such a choice.

"I'm here to experience little brother's skills!" Zhong Tianzheng, the leader of the eight King Kong, stood up.

Zhong Tianzheng was around forty years old, Peak of Perfcetion Stage. He could be said to be the chief guest of the Lei Family, and had a lofty position within the Lei Family. Zhong Tianzheng was a very honest man. He trained in Baji Fist, which made him extremely valiant and fierce.

"Sure!" Chen Qingyang said.

Very quickly, Chen Qingyang and Zhong Tianzheng got into a fighting stance.

Zhong Tianzheng cupped his fist and said, "I am Hebei Wu's successor, Zhong Tian. I am here to practice Baji Fist, please advise me!"

Chen Qingyang also cupped his fist and said: "I am Chen Qingyang." Since Master Zhong is practising Baji Fist, then I will practice a few moves with Master Zhong using Taiji Fist! "

"Alright, Master Chen, this way please!" Zhong Tianzheng said.

There were taiji that allowed the world to settle, while there were eight that allowed the universe to settle. Baji Fist, Chinese fist technique name. The Eight Level Intent could reach far away in all directions. Its action is simple and simple, fierce and brittle, more shaking foot force action. The word "eight" in Baji Fist originated from the concept of ancient geography, originated from the Nine Prefectures' eight extremes between the heaven and earth in the form of Han Nan Zi. Eight extremes, when used in martial arts, came from far away places in every direction.

The hearts of Tong Jiawen and the other two girls rose to their throats, even though they had witnessed Chen Qingyang's power. However, he could feel that Zhong Tianzheng was also a practitioner.

At this moment, Chen Qingyang also clasped his fists and said, "Please!"

The moment the word "please" was spoken, Zhong Tianzheng immediately moved. Baji Fist opened and closed, the power of the fist was ferocious. Ancient Great General, an eight-pointed spear in his hand, invincible and unstoppable!

Zhong Tianzheng's aura had completely changed. He was truly like a great general riding a horse and charging forward to kill his enemies!

His left fist shot out like a raging dragon and struck Chen Qingyang's chest. At the same time, his right elbow came up like a heavy shield.

Double attack! Once he attacked, he would be merciless!

A strong wind blew against his face!

Zhong Tianzheng's Baji Fist no longer cared about form, his fist technique was different from its original form. However, the power was the purest form of the Eight Level Force.

Chen Qingyang didn't even blink. In that instant, he suddenly retreated a single step.

At the same time, his two hands suddenly grasped out, seemingly closing!

Chen Qingyang's hands suddenly latched onto Zhong Tianzheng's fists.

Zhong Tianzheng was surprised. He quickly pulled down his right elbow. Chen Qingyang took another step back and pulled Zhong Tianzheng along with him. At the same time, Chen Qingyang's right elbow pointed upwards and hit Zhong Tianzheng's right elbow. Immediately, Zhong Tianzheng's right elbow was paralyzed.

A fierce light flashed in Zhong Tianzheng's eyes. He exerted strength in his legs and left fist. His body was like a cannonball as he rammed towards Chen Qingyang.

If Chen Qingyang's Seemingly Sealed Seal was a net, then Zhong Tianzheng would become a ferocious tiger within the net. He would forcibly tear this net apart.

Chen Qingyang's chest suddenly retracted and a wave of anger was completely retracted. His hands also wrapped around Zhong Tianzheng's arms like a fried dough twist.

When he reached the peak, he suddenly felt his chest and abdomen straighten out.

A powerful energy spiraled out.

Boom!

Zhong Tianzheng only felt that the power was so strong and smooth that it instantly dispersed the power of his fist. Zhong Tianzheng couldn't stop himself and took three steps back.

At this moment, Zhong Tianzheng was full of shock. Master Chen, you're still so young, and yet you've already practiced Taiji Fist to such an extent. I'm not your match, I'm impressed! "

Chen Qingyang cupped his fist and said, "Sure!" He then said, "Do you all want to come together, or do you all want to come alone? I'll take it all in here."

Uncle Zhao stood forward and said, "Master Chen, let me experience your ace attack!"

As he spoke, he walked down.

"My surname is Zhao, and I am Zhao Shiquan. I am learning Form-Intention Fist, please advise me!" Uncle Zhao cupped his fist and said.

Chen Qingyang said: "The Form-Intention Fist is the quintessence of national technique, it encompasses everything. Since Master Zhao wants to use the Form-Intention Fist, that's good, I will also use the Form-Intention Fist to exchange a few moves with Master Zhao. "

"You also use the Form-Intention Fist?" Zhao Shiquan was slightly surprised.

Chen Qingyang said, "Is that okay?"

Zhao Shiquan said, "There is nothing wrong with that. It is just that Master Chen, you are proficient in Taiji, could it be that you know Form-Intention Fist?"

Chen Qingyang said, "All kinds of fist techniques can be divided into one. As long as it's a fist technique, I know it all. "

At this time, Master Wuwei couldn't help but say, "Amitabha, good. Although your fist technique is All Arts in One, Young Master, how old are you, to be able to reach such a stage? "

Chen Qingyang smiled and said, "Whether I am bragging or not, I will know after exchanging moves."

Master Wuwei said: "Master Zhao Shiquan's Form-Intention Fist, that is famous for being fierce. His hands were stained with the blood of many experts. Young Master, you must not let your guard down! "

Chen Qingyang said, "Thank you for your concern, Master. With the help of the country's martial arts, killing was a matter of life and death. Even if it's a life and death matter, how would I dare to lower my guard? "

Master Wuwei didn't say anything more, he just said that there was no 'Southern Mi Tuo Fa'!

Zhao Shiquan cupped his fist and said, "Master Chen, please!" Master Zhao, please! "

As soon as Chen Qingyang finished his sentence, Zhao Shiquan made his move.

Zhao Shiquan's neck stiffened and his head jerked up! He slightly spread his hands, lifted his right leg, and placed a cushion on his right leg. His entire body seemed to have flown high in the sky as he flashed across the air. At the moment of his pounce, his fists formed a hawk's beak, wrapped around his arms, and coiled around his face!

He was like a giant eagle pouncing on him from the front. One of his hands was pecking at his throat, waiting for an opportunity while defending himself. With his other hand, he used all his strength and stabbed Chen Qingyang in the right eye.

Twelve forms of Form-Intention Fist, Eagle Form.

The eagle shape also had a mnemonic, the hand that held the momentum did not leave the eagle's hand, every step of the way must be the eagle's hand!

Zhao Shiquan exerted his full strength. His body shook, his lungs heaved, and he let out a long breath. It naturally turned into a hawk's hiss.

He had also trained the Form-Intention Fist's Eagle Form Fist to the level where he could use sounds at will.

In an instant, the entire arena was filled with commotion as Zhao Shiquan's cultivation level was far above Zhong Tianzheng's.

As the audience watched intently, the three Tong Jiawen girls started to worry again. Every time Chen Qingyang struck, their hearts rose to their throats. But at the same time, they also had a kind of worship from the bottom of their hearts.

Roar! Chen Qingyang stepped back, bent his body forward, and raised his back. He used his body to make a tiger's roar. At the same time, he raised his arm and swung the axe along the line of his right eye, landing it right on Zhao Shiquan's beak.

Tiger shaped hacking force, roaring vibration.

Chen Qingyang also took the form of a Form-Intention Fist Tiger when he attacked. Tiger form also has ballad: The tiger lives in the deep mountain town as the king, foraging at night day to hide, a whistle can make the group of birds mute, the most powerful springing objects.

Tiger to Hawk.

The moment Chen Qingyang made his move, it gave off the impression that a tiger had appeared.

If one closed their eyes, they would feel that it was a battle between a tiger and an eagle. Everyone could see in shock that this young man Chen Qingyang was not only proficient in Taiji Fist, his Form-Intention Fist was no weaker than Zhao Shiquan's!

Zhao Shiquan's moves were not that old. He still had some strength left in him. As Chen Qingyang swung his Tiger Fist, he turned it into a fist and clenched his fingers tightly! The joints crackled.

Borrowing the explosive force from the fist, Zhao Shiquan's fist became as hard as steel in an instant. It collided fiercely with Chen Qingyang's chopping fist.

The muscles and joints made a crisp sound as they connected together.

Eagle Peck was just an illusion. The real killing move was to crush his fingers together and transform it into a fist with his fingers! Zhao Shiquan's boxing skills had already reached a fine state.

After the two of them exchanged punches, Chen Qingyang's expression was calm. He took three consecutive steps back and his legs were pierced by the force. Every step he took was heavier than the last.

Zhao Shiquan moved silently with his legs out of the way. He opened his arms slightly and slid backwards as if he was as agile as an eagle. In an instant, he retreated to the wall and stomped heavily with one foot. His body pounced forward again.

After the two of them exchanged punches, Chen Qingyang took the opportunity to retreat and secretly recovered his fists and arms. Zhao Shiquan was the first one to launch another attack.

Chen Qingyang's strength was stronger than Zhao Shiquan's, but today, he was going to use his true fighting style to defeat Zhao Shiquan. His hands were itchy.

Chen Qingyang suddenly turned around and hid his arms around his waist. Then, he twisted his waist and hit the ground. Bada! His arm swung out with the strength of his waist, and wrapped around his body like two poisonous snakes, biting towards Zhao Shiquan's fist.

"Even immortals would find it hard to guard against the snake-hand cave."

Chen Qingyang's waist was like two holes. He twisted his arms and used his waist strength to help throw his hands. The whole thing was fierce, sinister and fierce. This was the essence of the Snake Form Battle Technique.

The snake moved, and after a crisp sound of exertion, there was an obvious hissing sound! Sssii! *

Chen Qingyang transformed into the shape of a snake with the form of a tiger. The speed at which he changed, the viciousness in his attacks, and the power behind his attacks all caused the experts present to gasp in admiration.

Faced with Chen Qingyang turning the tiger into a snake, Zhao Shiquan felt a chill in his heart. His fists shook up and down, and the bones in his arms and elbows made a sharp rubbing sound like the rapid cry of an eagle.

The shaking of the elbow joint was the cause of the trembling of the fist and wrist. His fists were clenched into a single fist as he swung it around like a torrential storm, like a woodpecker pecking at a tree with all his might.1

Chen Qingyang's fist was like a snake's head as it shook and bit at it, causing his body to sway. His footwork allowed him to step continuously, and his waist twisted into countless circles.

Their fists met in a peck and a bite. Their bodies rolled as they exchanged blows. In less than ten seconds, they had clashed thirty-four times.

Soon after, the two figures suddenly separated.

Zhao Shiquan's hands were red and he was trembling slightly …

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