The qigong master stepped onto the stage, walking in front of Shen Ming as if walking leisurely in a courtyard.
The old man with white beard and white hair was smiling, as kind as the grandfather next door, Shen Ming couldn't help but greet him politely.
"I am Shen Ming, please enlighten me."
"I don't dare to teach you. I'm an old man in the country. I don't know other kung fu, so I just play Tai Chi. If my little brother doesn't mind, why don't you push hands with me, an old man?" The old man cordially invited.
"Push hands? Then try it." When Shen Ming was fighting with Pirate Saint, he had also pushed hands before, so he understood a little bit.
This kind of gentle killing method emphasizes fighting qi with qi, which is the most direct method of qigong duel.
Shen Ming raised his hands to put them together with the old man's. It was hard to imagine that this old man, who looked to be over eighty years old, had ruddy and hot palms, as hot as fire.
"Little brother, the old man's pushing hands may be a bit fast, you have to keep up." After the qigong master finished speaking, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.
"Fast? How fast can it be?" Shen Ming was puzzled. In his understanding, pushing hands was a way for old men and women to entertain. It was a square dance before the invention of "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond" and tweeters, right
But when the qigong master activated it, Shen Ming knew that his understanding was completely wrong. Who would have thought of his pair of veteran hands, they were as wide as lightning when they moved, holding Shen Ming's hands back and turning, so fast it was hard to tell with the naked eye. Shen Ming only felt that his hands were inserted into the centrifuge, and his hands were no longer his own.
Only Yun Jin continuously strengthens the tendons of the arms to protect them from being twisted and torn at such high speeds. But no matter how much energy was instilled, the hands of the qigong master still pulled Shen Ming's energy away, like a bottomless whirlpool.
"He can't last 30 seconds." The second child, Feng Fengshan, sighed.
"This little brother doesn't look that good, I bet he can last for a minute." The youngest Feng Xixi laughed.
If he doesn't find a way to deal with it, Shen Ming will definitely let one of the two brothers win. Suddenly, in the midst of the high-speed rotating push hands, Shen Ming suddenly clasped his hands backwards, grabbed the Qigong master's wrist, and stopped the whirlpool.
"The old man is good at kung fu. Others are attacking with force, but you are doing the opposite. Instead, you will force your opponent to die. Just a little bit, I will die." Shen Ming panted.
"But you still haven't died? Little brother, don't you understand the principle of early death and early reincarnation? You can tell from your appearance that you have offended the young master of the Feng family. The longer you live, the more you will suffer. Let the old man give you a ride!" The qigong master tried his best to pull his hands out, only to find that Shen Ming's hands were like two pliers strengthened with qigong, tightly grasping his wrist, unable to break free.
This is exactly the stunt that Feng Ruotong once taught him in the train compartment - Lie Shou, a close-to-body technique far superior to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
"You are alive at such an old age, but it is unfair to let me die. Besides, even if I give you my life, can you take it away?" Shen Ming quickly stepped forward, with various joint skills emerging one after another. The body is as big as the Qigong master's body, and it feels less like a fight, and more like a dressing scene.
Hitting and hitting, his clothes were torn, and he became more and more wretched... Finally, Shen Ming clasped the hands of the qigong master, and rode on his neck from the front, that posture was extremely wretched...
"Ah!!!" The Qigong master screamed with his head sideways, his hands were all dislocated by Shen Ming's pulling, and even the phalanges were separated.
In this state, the only way to fight back is to bite Shen Ming's X, but for a straight man who has been straight for more than 80 years, he can lose... but he can't win so embarrassingly
Besides, will you win if you bite? If he suddenly resorted to excrement... that scene would be too... disgusting.
"I lost!" The qigong master begged for forgiveness with his hands crippled.
Shen Ming won another round, but the final victory was still far away.
There are new opponents on the stage, some of them are holding weapons that Shen Ming can't name, all kinds of Dafa are weird and changeable, and few of them play their cards according to the routine.
Shen Ming originally wanted to last longer before using Qi, because this thing is different from physical strength, physical strength can be replenished by resting in the gaps, but once Qi is used continuously, it will take a long time to recover after the Qi is exhausted.
But everything will not go exactly according to his plan, and the people who came to power later on are all masters in the martial arts, let alone locking their hands and feet, even if they let go and fight this wheel battle, there is not much chance of winning.
The battle started at sunrise and continued until noon. Even the Panlong in the middle of Fujitai was stained red with blood, but Shen Ming still refused to fall.
Even if he has been knocked down countless times, he can always support the earth to stand up again and fight again.
After fighting for 10 hours in a row, he lost as many as a hundred opponents... Shen Ming's various wounds and bruises all over his body have completely changed his face, but he still stands in the center of Fuji, without flinching at all. .
The entire martial arts world was shocked by this person. They are all martial artists who have been in the world for many years. They have never seen anyone who is as tenacious and capable of fighting as he is.
What he uses in battle is no longer simple moves and skills, but will and instinct. Every movement, every turn of his head, every step he takes has only one purpose, to defeat any opponent who dares to stand in front of him.
There is too much blood flow, both of oneself and of opponents. Dyed his clothes and the iron chains on his hands and feet bright red. Some of the blood had clotted into clots, while some were still fresh.
Under that bloody face, Shen Ming was still smiling, even smiling at Feng Qianchi.
"I finally understand why Feng Quan can safely hand over Feng Jiayin to you. It seems that only as strong as you can stand at any time?" Feng Qianchi also had to admit Shen Ming's astonishing strength, Now I feel somewhat regretful about my willful way of playing. If I can have a fair duel with him from the beginning, it should be a great blessing in my life
But now, he is like a candle in the wind, and if he fights again, it will only appear that he has no demeanor, and there is nothing to be happy about winning.
"Black and white, I don't want to see his face anymore." Feng Qianchi ordered softly, "Get rid of him for me."
I saw Black and White Impermanence jumping onto the Fuji platform with long shackles from both sides. The remaining two guardians of the Feng family could punch a hole in the platform by throwing them alone. I don't think I can resist it either.
Although Feng Qianchi said that the Feng family would not participate in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association, who knew whether he was talking about "Feng Jiaren" or someone with the surname Feng? Who dares to ask him why he can't make a fool of himself
"Hey, hello, am I already dead? I can even see black and white impermanence..." Shen Ming's right eye was swollen and a crack was formed, and the picture he saw was slightly blurred.
Wearing a half-length robe, Hei Wuchang and a mask quickly came up from the left and right. They don't need weapons. As masters of internal boxing and court kicks, one of them is the boxing teacher of the young masters and ladies of the Feng family, and the other is the instructor of kicks.
Opening the bow left and right, blocking one person with one hand, the dazzling superimposition of punches and kicks struck Shen Ming, and Shen Ming was overwhelmed. The missed fists and feet are hard-wired with parts of the body. Although most of the force is excreted from the body, the endurance of the muscle tissue is limited. If there are too many injuries, the conduction will become incomplete. Jin caused local damage. The bruising marks became even darker, and some wounds could no longer see a complete piece of good skin.
I saw Hei Wuchang turned around and kicked straight, and when Shen Ming retreated to dodge, Bai Wuchang in mid-air landed on the back of his leg, using his strength to jump forward a few meters to catch up with Shen Ming, A set of heavy punches were all red on his chest, and Shen Ming flew upside down, fell heavily to the ground, smearing a long blood trail.
"Cough!" Shen Ming turned his head and vomited out a mouthful of blood, feeling a sharp pain as if his lungs were about to be broken.
After possessing Nilin and learning Qi Jinjue, he has not been beaten so badly for a long time, as if recalling his experience in the Nirvana camp back then, a life that was on the verge of dying at any time.
"Don't stand up again..." Feng Jiaren and Ruotong almost cried out. They both knew that this fight could be resolved in another way, so there was absolutely no need for him to persist.
But in Shen Ming's view, men are stubborn, you can humiliate others for the sake of your beloved woman, kowtow and call you father, but the only way is to fight...you can't lose!
The ground supported by Shen Ming stood up again, leaned forward on both sides and almost fell, but still managed to stand up.
"Xiaobai, you're too light, he can still move." Hei Wuchang blamed his teammates.
"Your mother is farting, so I didn't hold back my hand. All the strength of Chasing Soul Fist went in, a total of thirteen punches." Xiao Bai cursed back in his daughter's voice.
"It's strange, if you can't die like this, even the fisherman's hard armor should be blown up, right?" Hei Wuchang poked the back of his head wonderingly.
"I'm going to die soon, if I do it again, I'll die." Shen Ming raised a middle finger and waved to the two.
"You want to die, we'll give you a ride!" Black and White Wuchang rushed forward again, one after the other, the movements overlapped like one person.
Breathing, exhaling, qi sinking, dantian, Shen Ming makes the heart calm like still water, Ni Linjue, a qigong that can only be used when he reverses scales, was awakened by Shen Ming with his ordinary body, and together with Feng Xijue After use...
The moment Heiwuchang kicked out, a roundabout kick with the same rhythm broke the chains connecting his feet, and kicked Heiwuchang's feet heavily.
"Ah!" The screaming Hei Wuchang's calf bones were kicked out of his knees, and he took three steps back with one foot.
Bai Wuchang, who turned over and jumped up from behind at the same time, did not land on the old friend's lap, but landed on Shen Ming's feet.
"Hello, it's been flying for too long, come down!" Shen Ming broke the shackles on his hands with a chuckle, and pushed Bai Wuchang to the ground, and I won't describe what happened next.