"Senior brothers, I''m all true. Some are familiar with it, and some are masked for the first time today. Twenty-five years ago, Huashan''s swords were fought for the nine Yin manual. Wang''s brother was a master of skills, and the eighteen palm of the world''s martial arts was really the ultimate in the kung fu. It was tough and flexible. It was a great loss to a strain. Although the trick was not much, but it was a contest with the master''s character, which made his eyesight and actual combat ability greatly improved. Although his experience is not as good as Hong Qigong, he has deep skills and can deal with it calmly.

    The eighteen drawers are strong, but the only drawback is that they are too much energy. Although Master Hongqi has studied the nine Yin manual classics, he has been able to get through the two arteries and veins of the governor. But he can not help but use it all the time.

    Kongming boxing comes from Taoism. Naturally, it also emphasizes Taoism. It changes with the opponent''s attack, and the consumption is much smaller. At that time, it is the time to make a surprise counterattack.

    "With so little time, how can this boy practice Kongming boxing to this point? He''s no worse than me." Zhou Botong looked at you and me and muttered in his heart.

    Hong Qigong naturally knew his disadvantage. He knew that his martial arts skills were very high, but he didn''t think that after his martial arts made great progress, he still couldn''t hold down the young man. In order to win, he leaked flaws several times and wanted to lure him to advance rashly, but he was unmoved by the tricks and fought steadily, forcing Hong Qigong to harden his head and display dragon subduing palms one after another.

    "Forget it, don''t fight." Hong Qigong was old after all. He felt that his strength was poor. He took a few steps back and stopped. The trick naturally stopped. "The old urchin''s Kung Fu is so strange that it makes people uncomfortable."

    "That''s my old urchin''s own Kung Fu. How can you break it easily." Zhou Botong was very proud.

    "In terms of Kung Fu, the old barking flower can''t help you," said Hong Qigong, who was oppressed and unwilling to admit defeat. "But as the head of huazi, the old barking flower still has the dog beating stick all the way. Please give me some advice."

    "I also have a sword technique. Please teach me, elder martial brother." He pulled out the long sword on his back. "This sword is sharp. Elder martial brother, be careful."

    "The old Barker''s dog beating stick is not bad." Huang Rong took the green bamboo staff from her hand, and the dog beating staff was used to attack the trick.

    "Broken gun." The spear and stick are not separated. The broken spear style officially deals with the nemesis of the stick method. The trick whispers in his heart and the long sword stabs out. This is the flaw of the dog beating stick method. Hong Qigong has to stop the stick and retreat, looking at the trick strangely.

    Dugu Jiujian was good at finding the flaw of his opponent, and then came first. His magic sword technique was great. Hong Qigong found the flaw before he finished his moves and forced him to retreat.

    "Your sword technique is strange." Hong Qigong wondered.

    "I''m going to ask senior brother to taste it." Said the trick.

    "It depends on whether you can break the stick method of old beggar." Hong Qigong shouted and attacked again.

    But to his disappointment, the long sword of the strange plan often hit the flaw of his staff technique, and there was no omission from beginning to end. After the thirty-six way stick technique, Hong Qigong looked ugly and stood still and sighed.

    He hasn''t lost, but he''s never lost so badly. This staff method was useless when he knew he was defeated by the sword last time. He wanted to be a blockbuster this time, but he failed so miserably. He had to change his moves before he could use them completely, which made him uncomfortable.

    "What kind of sword is this?" For a long time, Hong Qigong asked.

    "The swordsmanship of an elder master is called Dugu Jiujian." There is not much introduction to odd tricks.

    "Good swordsmanship. I always call Huaxin oral. I lost." He shook his head and walked to the edge.

    "Master." Guo Jing and Huang Rong came forward, ready to comfort.

    "Don''t worry, old beggar won''t be discouraged." Hong Qi said fairly, "next, we can go to the theatre."