In the early morning, the sun rises from the east, and the sun shines on the land full of vitality, and everything is awakened, including the sinking.
"My friend, it's your turn to perform." Feng Qianchi came in front of Shen Ming dressed in a fine attire.
"Thank you, Patriarch, for your concern." Shen Ming, who was suppressed all night, was still very energetic.
"Of course, you are a congratulatory gift to celebrate my enthronement as Patriarch." Feng Qianchi smiled and pushed away the three-ton boulder on Shen Ming's body with one hand, and pulled him out from underneath.
Shen Ming's hands were handcuffed together by a half-meter-long iron chain, and the iron chain between his feet and ankles was one meter long. The two sets of locks together weighed about fifty catties. He is walking, but Shen Ming can still move freely.
Feng Qianchi personally escorted Shen Ming to Buertai, which was used to compete for the best stage in the world.
"How do you plan to play?" Shen Ming asked calmly.
"Play as you please." Feng Qianchi smiled. Then one after another, the contestants entered the arena. They all stood on the iron chains involving Fujitai, as stable as standing on flat ground. Don't be disgusted, this is already a VIP seat. You can only stand on the edge of each platform in Renhe District and look up.
There were more and more people, until the young masters and ladies of the Feng family also gathered on the chains, Feng Qianchi brought Xiao Yi over, handcuffed his hands together and hung them on a chain beside him, just hanging in mid-air beside him.
Looking at Xiao Yi who was still struggling, Shen Ming said in lip language, "Don't worry, I will take you home." Only then did Xiao Yi calm down.
"Everyone, first of all welcome everyone to come to Feng's Villa. Because of your presence, my old Feng's family is also flourishing." It is the third World No. 1 Martial Arts Festival hosted by us. Because the descendants of our Feng family participated in the previous sessions, this world No. 1 has never spread. This is not suitable for the development of our martial arts. Therefore, I hereby decide , all descendants of the Feng family will not be allowed to participate in the competition this year, giving heroes a chance to become number one in the world."
Feng Qianchi announced that the people below were all excited. You must know that as long as the Feng family does not participate, then the number one in the world will be an opportunity for all contestants. You must know that winning the first place is not only about fame, but also about value. Five million rewards.
"Of course, we won't participate, and the gameplay will naturally change. Please look in the middle of Fuji." Under Feng Qianchi's greeting, everyone looked at Shen Ming, "He trespassed this time. As an outsider from Feng Family Villa, I have to admit that his strength is also superb, and he is absolutely qualified to compete for the number one in the world. We will play like this this year, whoever can kill him first, even if he is number one in the world, not only can he win The number one waist card in the world can get the hundred taels of gold I prepared for him, remember, it’s pure gold.” Now, all the contestants were excited, and the value of the hundred taels of gold exceeded 13 million RMB. Anyone can say that he is definitely a rich man who turned himself into a serf.
Before the fight started, these masters in the chains were already gearing up, and they had already chopped Shen Ming into a golden man in their eyes.
"Eldest young master really thinks highly of me, is my life so valuable?" Shen Ming chuckled lightly.
"A thousand gold can't buy you happiness. As long as I like it, your life is so valuable. Another thing to remind you, this is a martial arts competition, not fighting monsters. It is best not to use your weird transformation skills, otherwise, her My life is at stake." Feng Qianchi patted Xiao Yi's head beside him.
With 1 enemy and 200, and with both hands and feet locked, let alone Shen Ming, no one in the Feng family thinks that they have a chance of winning. Even if they are not beaten to death, they will be exhausted to death, right
Feng Jiaren had already taught Shen Ming the way to win, so she quickly conceded defeat, forcing Feng Qianchi to announce in advance as the head of the family, and then it was time to watch the chaos.
But Shen Ming stood there, without the slightest sign of admitting defeat in his eyes, "Since the eldest young master is so elegant, then I will accompany you to the end!"
"Everyone, don't just be dumb, let's go, time is gold." Feng Qianchi gave an order, and the first one to jump onto the Bu Ertai was Shen Ming's old acquaintance, smashing the mountain with an iron fist—Ghost Seeing Sorrow.
This guy was by no means simple. After being knocked out by Shen Ming, he still insisted on continuing to participate in the running water banquet, and successfully won a gold medal. At the moment, his head is still wrapped in a bandage, and his hands are covered with iron fist gloves in the shape of lion heads. At first glance, he really looks a bit like Kui Ye in God of War.
"Smelly gay, we meet again!" The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and Gui Jianchou's eyes were about to bleed at this moment.
"It's you again? You're defeated, don't you admit defeat?" Shen Ming sighed helplessly.
"I recognize your grandma's leg! Look at the fist!" Gui Jianchou rushed forward without saying a word, a pair of lion-headed iron fists weighing 70 jins, which can break stones easily, and hit Shen Ming right next to him.
No matter how good Shen Ming's physique is, receiving such a punch would still be uncomfortable for a long time. His hands and feet are under control, and he still focuses on dodging.
Don't think that Ghost is big enough, but in fact, his skills are extremely flexible. When he fights close to the body, a pair of iron fists surround him for a strong attack. situation.
Shen Ming's dodge gradually turned into an instinctive dodge, but when he saw a flaw in his armpit, he instinctively kicked back to fight back. Only when he kicked halfway did he realize that his feet were locked, so he could only kick up. 1 meter high.
At this moment, what he exposed was an even bigger flaw. Gui Jianchou mercilessly punched the lion's head, which was hitting Shen Ming's chest. He was sent flying, and landed after gliding 5 meters. Although Shen Ming used most of the impact force out of his body with the help of a body with zero recoil, his arms were still shaking with pain.
"Unloading? Is it qigong? No, it's not qigong..." Feng Qianchi said to himself in shock. As the saying goes, laymen watch the fun, and experts watch the doorway. The punch of Gui Jianchou is full of skill. Don't say anything, even the heirs of the Feng family go to fight, and the injured state is definitely not as easy as Shen Ming shaking his hands. Yes.
The only explanation is that he can unload force, and it is not the unloading force of qigong. From the analysis of his posture just now, this unloading force is more like the body's spontaneous power transmission, which is an innate skill.
"Boy, it's tough enough that it can't kill you." Gui Jianchou also admired.
"It's not only hard, but also long-lasting, why don't you try it again." Shen Ming beckoned to Gui Jianchou provocatively.
"Beyond your own strength, today next year will be the day of your death!" Dragging the two lion heads, Gui Jianchou pounced on him again.
The pair of fists blasted from the front, and the air was torn apart by the lion's head. Shen Ming jumped up on the spot, kicked his fists away from the left and right, and flew to the ghost in mid-air. in the arms.
"Brother, I have already said that you shouldn't be participating in this martial arts meeting, but you don't want to listen." Shen Ming used a chain with both hands to hang the back of Gui Jianchou's head, and a series of airborne attacks were as fast as in midair. Cycling in general.
For 5 seconds in a row, Shen Ming didn't land on the ground. When he stood on the ground with both feet again, the huge Gui Jianchou had rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, his chest was completely sunken, and his ribs were completely sunken. At least a dozen of them were broken, just like chopped ribs.
"Acceptance." Shen Ming clasped his fists in salute, and the ghost was just like that. The guards carried him down immediately, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground, his martial arts meeting had come to an end.
Without giving Shen Ming any chance to breathe, a monk with a white beard and bald head, a Taoist priest holding a long sword, and a nun holding a whisk jumped onto the stage together.
"Hey, hey, can we play like this? 3 vs. 1?" Feng Jiaren couldn't stand it anymore, and protested on the iron chain beside her.
"As long as the three of them discuss the distribution of bonuses, it's okay to do it together?" Feng Qianchi was already shameless to the extreme.
"The poor monk has already negotiated with the Taoist priest and the teacher. He took a thousand taels of gold and chose a mountain to build a nunnery and a Taoist altar. He Daochang asked, how beautiful and kind it is to have a rest on Sunday." The bald monk laughed loudly.
"The three of you are also wonderful... But I can only wish you happiness if you can live together happily." Shen Ming really didn't know what to say.
"Then use your death as a congratulatory gift for me!" The monk, Taoist priest, and teacher joined together. Whisk, long sword, and Zen stick three weapons include long, medium and short three-way attack modes.
Moreover, the cooperation of the three is extremely skillful, and they are indeed old experts in the "threesome". There is a degree of offense and defense, and there is no leakage. The three monks beat Shen Ming and surrounded him for a fat meal. Not to mention that Shen Ming's hands and feet were tied, even if he let it go, his fists would hardly reach six hands.
Shen Ming was attacked from the back and the abdomen, and was beaten so bloody from the corner of his mouth. Look for this breakout line in the attack turns.
Finally, Shen Ming discovered that the teacher seemed to prefer the Taoist leader, and the position of the battle was closer to the Taoist leader. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Ming feinted to attack the Taoist priest, which attracted the master to help him defend instinctively, and the master's eyes were straightened, and he was also dazed.
Shen Ming hooked the master's Zen stick with an iron chain, pulled it outward, and the Zen stick flew out, hitting the Taoist priest's chest, and knocked him back a few steps.
I have to admit that when Shen Ming snatched the Zen rod, the master instinctively let go, otherwise he wouldn't be so vigorous.
"Old bald donkey! You're playing tricks again!" The Taoist became angry.
"Ox-nosed Taoist priest, who are you scolding?" The master also got angry.
"After I reimburse you, you old bald donkey, I will join hands with my teacher to kill him!" The Taoist priest has unilaterally tore up the threesome's resolution.
"Okay! I knew you two were having an affair as soon as I looked for it! I will send you, a stinky Taoist priest, to the west today!" The master was furious.
A duel turned into a farce, and the three people who were fighting were invited to carry them away. In this way, four people have been reimbursed. Shen Ming has not received any fatal threats, and he is full of energy, and he can fight another hundred. Bar
At this time, an old man with white hair and white beard stepped onto the Buertai. He was dressed in a training suit and was already participating in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association for the third time. Even the descendants of the Feng family had to respectfully call him a Qigong master .