Chapter 175 Forced the Palace

"One's eyes are as clear as water, spotless, the other is happy, and the outside is invulnerable. These two girls did practice Emei's kung fu at home. No wonder Feng Jiugong said that he couldn't help them if it was just a competition.

The Jiugong Bagua Boxing handed down by Feng Jiugong's family is a real martial arts boxing. After decades of practice, he has almost achieved great success in his family. He has the qualification to hold Yuan Shouyi, condense qi and blood, and step on Dandao. In addition, in his life, there are countless lives and death. Even if he meets Yue Poru and other masters, if he really wants to win or lose, he also needs to Only after fighting first did I know that ordinary warriors could not even stop a move under him. Although Feng Jiugong is in Russia and has almost no reputation in the domestic martial arts world, his kung fu is first-class and strong. It can be seen how excellent these two young girls are to get his previous praise.

Now it falls in Wang Chan's eyes. It's just a glance that Feng Jiugong did not say anything big. The boxing martial arts of these two girls have indeed obtained the essence of Emei martial arts. Although they may not be stronger than Feng Jiugong, they also vaguely have a feeling of catching up head-on. Blue out of blue is better than blue.

In addition to these two women, there were three young men in the gazebo. Obviously, they were not simple people. Although they clearly saw Feng Jiugong bringing Wang Chan in, they all looked like they had never seen it. They just picked up the teacups filled with water and tasted the tea gently.

"Well, I'm not old, but I'm not young. These young men and women are the most outstanding rising stars of the Northeast Gang as Feng Jiugong said. In my opinion, except for the two female apprentices of Su Hanshan, the other circles are all sloppy and have a false reputation. Well, today I'll show you the power of a certain family, and also ask those Northeast people hidden behind to help the old guys wake up.

Wang Chan's thoughts moved in his heart, and a little grim smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. He walked forward. Suddenly, he only opened his eyes, and his spirit condensed. There seemed to be light between his eyes, and he looked at several young men and women in the gazebo not far away.

In an instant, a powerful spiritual idea came to the pavilion, including the huge pressure of Wang Chan's will for boxing. The practice room in a closed state was twisted, and a strong wind was raised on the ground. Those young people were not idle people, and they felt Wang Chan's strong momentum almost at the same time. .

Ah! One of the men's bodies suddenly trembled, and he only felt that his hair was upside down, as if ordinary people were stared at by tigers and hungry wolves. His spirit was tight, and his temples on both sides collapsed and jumped. At that moment, he couldn't grasp the force in his hand. He crushed the teacup full of boiling water and screamed in a low voice.

And the other two young people also changed their faces. Although their reactions were not as big as their companions, they were still full of fear. They shook their hands. Two crystal clear ancient porcelain tea cups, crackled and fell to the ground and smashed.

Looking at the two female disciples under the door of Su Hanshan, Xie Min, who boiled water and fanned fire, gently swayed the very rhythmic fan. She paused for a moment, and the rhythm was already chaotic. Su Xiu, who stood up and looked at it from afar, flashed her eyes. She couldn't help but avoid Wang Chan's eyes, and then quickly calmed down and saw nothing. It's different.

In the face of Wang Chan's simple breath, he suddenly tested the kung fu and determination of several young people in the gazebo. There is no need to fight at all.

"Well, these two girls have good hearts and surnames. They are deeply nourishing and have excellent control over their own strength. In contrast, the three young people are obscured and much worse. However, in the gang, they are not old, which is not bad. In addition, the Northeast Gang has many opportunities for actual combat. They start their martial arts skills are higher than them, and I'm afraid they can't take advantage of them.

Wang Chan looked over at a glance, and he was a naked off the horse, which showed his attitude and tested the ability of several men and women in the gazebo. Counting the short man who led the way in front of him, among the young people here, Su Hanshan's two female disciples must be the most, and among the two girls, Su Xiu is half strong, and the discerning person can see it at a glance.

What kind of martial arts is Wang Chan now? He flies at a glance and releases his own momentum. Even Feng Jiugong, a great master, feels as uncomfortable as the top of a mountain. Under this pressure, these two girls can still maintain their spiritual temperament. Wang Chan will not doubt it at all. In another three or five years, the Northeast Gang will definitely There will be two more top masters after the success of kung fu.

The other three men seem to be different from each other. In Wang Chan's opinion, it is basically a little different from Tang Niu of the American Hongmen Association. A little difference should be specifically seen in what boxing and martial arts the three people have practiced, as well as on-the-spot performance and actual combat. In today's world, although martial arts has declined, it is normal for a large organization like the Northeast Gang to produce a few so-called "genius"-level young masters among hundreds of thousands of people.

Wang Chan said that they were scumbags, which was to compare them with himself, and naturally disdained them.

"It's better to be famous than to meet. Master Wang Chan's martial arts are indeed the same as the legend. No wonder he can be called the two masters of South Korea overnight and fly in the middle of the night. However, our Northeast Gang is not a devil and a stick. Since Master Wang is here, come in and sit down!"

Wang Chan's breath was immediately released. The process was extremely short, but when he turned around, the pavilion was like a white lotus in the water. The spotless Su Xiu's eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing a different style. As he spoke, he bent down and reached out and gently brushed the ground. The snow-white sleeves were still three inches away from the ground. Then a whirlwind rolled up flat, rolled up the broken tea cups and water on the ground, condensed them into a ball, and threw them out casually, just in the garbage can on the side of the gazebo. Inside the pavilion, it was as clean as new.

The girl is wearing a plain white dress, and her sleeves are half longer than ordinary clothes. She is usually rolled upside down on her forearm. At this time, she swings gently and penetrates the end. It seems to be like a water cloud, flexible and changeable and incredible. Obviously, it is also a unique kung fu.

"Good kung fu, I know that there is a kung fu in Shaolin Temple called 'suit into a stick', which is the ability of the inner family to pour into the clothes and turn softness into strength. The so-called robe magic skill is practiced, which can block all the magic weapons in the world. Unexpectedly, your hand is the opposite. For this reason, the inner qi is focused, the softness is added to the softness, and the stretch is graceful. Don't have a skill. If I guess correctly, this should be the cloud sleeve kung fu of your Emei School! The water is as good as the water, and it hurts people to hide needles in the mian.

Wang Chan has never met the top masters of Emei kung fu in the past. Now when he sees Su Xiu's kung fu, he uses lightness and elegance, and his eyes suddenly shines up. His five-eagonal change boxing is just a grass creation, and it is far from the final form. Among them, the "turtle and snake plate" that grows in the two kidneys of the waist is the artistic conception of taking the spirit of water, but Su Xiu's cloud sleeve method can be used for him to learn from.

"Master Wang is really good-sighted. However, you first killed Tang Niu from Hongmen in China, then ran to the capital to kill his grandfather Tang Jieshou, then broke into the White Crane Hall to assassinate Lin Yuanfang, killing Gao Qiru, Miyun Mountain fire and more than 200 heavily armed elite mercenaries. In the end, you also killed Yue Po, the director of the National Security Bureau, even with more than a dozen martial arts masters in the capital. Death in your hands. Now he has run to Siberia again. The taekwondo association in South Korea has killed the first master of South Korea, An Zaido and Satoemon of the Sato family. He really killed from home and abroad. He saw blood all the way and killed in ten steps. The name has long been spread. It seems that there is no need to show off his power over us, right?

The man who had crushed the teacup in his hand before, when he heard Wang Chan's words, he immediately raised his eyebrows, looked at Wang Chan, and said something lightly.

"Master Feng's practice room is really decorated with ingenuity, unique, and has the taste of a garden." Wang Chan and others stepped into the gazebo, looked at the young man, sneered and asked, "Is this...?"

"This is Xue Jizhong from Vladivostok in Northeast China. This is Cao Yunjin from Moscow. The last one is Feng Zhanling, my useless dog. Come on, Master Wang, Brother Zhou, sit down!" Seeing that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, Feng Jiugong quickly interrupted, laughed, introduced, and kept calling Wang Chan and Zhou Lin to sit down.

At the same time, he stared at his son fiercely and secretly gave him a look.

Although Feng Jiugong admired these young people in his gang, since he and Wang Chan met in the study, he also clearly knew that he wanted these young people to defeat Wang Chan's majesty, which was simply like Qing Tianbai's big dream.

With Wang Chan's ability, several people present all rushed up, and the result must be a death.

Therefore, from the beginning, he didn't want these future people in the Northeast Gang to challenge Wang Chan. The reason why he still did this was purely to take the opportunity to delay the time so that he could free up space and discuss with several other core bosses.

The gap between the real Wang Chan and the things in the materials is really too big.

"Oh, no wonder there are so many tantric books in Master Feng's study. It turns out that your son is really a big seal of tantrics." Wang Chan took a look when he heard the words. He was looking at Feng Zhanling, the son of Feng Jiugong, shaved a small flat head and sat in the position. As expected, his posture was a little different. It was a little bit of a Buddhist disciple to sit down and participate in meditation. Although he was drinking tea, he always pinched his handprints in one hand, and there was a string of heavenly beads hanging on his wrist.

The appearance is quite strange.

(to be continued)