Chapter 166 Borrowing First Use

Wang Chan went upstairs and walked to the door of the reception hall on the fourth floor. He pushed the door open and saw the fragrance of tea in the room. There was a middle-aged man seven feet tall in a kimono kneeling on the ground.

The man faced the door. Opposite him was an old man with a white, thin and dry man with a wide cotton robe outside. He also knelt on the ground and sat with his feet in an eight-shaped cushion. Although he was old, his upper body was like a cliff, straight and straight. At the same time, he also placed authentic Chinese tea between the two. Several, the top is full of "cups and utensils" for the tea ceremony, and there is hot boiling water on the red mud stove next to it, bubbling.

Looking at such a posture, it is obvious that the two of them are tasting tea and talking about confidential matters in detail, and their faces are very solemn.

And at the moment when Wang Chan opened the door, the two people in the room almost did nothing. Reflected in Wang Chan's eyes, he clearly recognized the autumn. He clearly saw that the thin Korean old man's eyes moved very quickly, and his wide national costumes were blown by the wind for a moment. Although he still had a small teacup in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and the afterglow at the corners of his eyes had been captured in the whole room. All the movements are restrained all over the body, just like a moment of calm before the storm.

At the same time, the Japanese man sitting opposite him also trembled in his ears, and his body raised an inch out of thin air. Although his sitting posture did not change, his body suddenly turned around, like a strong bow full of strings. The two arms are gently pressed on the knees and thighs, and the big toes under the buttocks are stiff and straight, running through the back, below the head, from the neck, spine, to the waist and crotch, thighs and calves are all connected in a line, giving people the feeling of a suddenly frightened leopard, and his whole body is in a high alert at any time. It may jump up from the ground and hurt people.

In the flash of eyes, Wang Chan clearly felt the change in the whole room. The breath condensed, together with the Korean-style "tatami" under his feet, trembled twice very quickly. He was pressed by the subtle movements of the two people in front of him, and the whole sank more than half an inch.

"The kung fu is really good. I'm afraid that neither of them is under Lv Chaoyang, especially this Korean old man. His breath is natural and he moves a lot, and his boxing spirit is actually practiced to the point of restraint. Looking at the rhythm of his breathing, it is probably in his own practice of taekwondo into the practice of Chinese boxing, practicing qi and nourishing qi. Husband."

Wang Chan knows that the decline of Chinese martial arts in modern times, especially the invasion of the great powers a hundred years ago. Most of the boxing schools have been looted, and many precious classics have been lost abroad. It is not surprising that some methods have fallen in Japan and South Korea.

It's just that the real development of Korean and Japanese martial arts has been less than a hundred years, but this period is exactly the process of Chinese martial arts from its heyday to its gradual decline. After obtaining many classics from China, several generations of elites of martial artists have gradually improved and filled their own boxing martial arts, which also makes the martial arts of their respective countries more suitable for actual combat. Moreover, many schools of boxing have begun to have some Chinese and domestic boxing, and the magic of health and practice. You really can't underestimate it.

It's like the moment when these two people suddenly noticed that the door was pushed open by Wang Chan, their bodies were all started by themselves without warning. Obviously, they had already tempered their nerves and trained them to a very high level. Although they still knelt on the ground, they were mentally restrained. When there is no dangerous change, they all of them are not moving like mountains, but once there is a little wind blowing, they can bounce up at any time, or attack or defend, making the most severe attack and the most perfect defense.

You should know that at least half of South Korea's taekwondo comes from Japanese martial arts and boxing. It absorbs many advantages of karate, aikido, judo and kendo, and then transforms the ancient boxing of its own nation's "Hualangdao" and integrates each other, so that it can finally get a new life and has today's situation. The Japanese martial arts boxing is extremely important to etiquette and momentum. In addition to the practice of boxing, it also pays attention to the so-called "Bushi Dao" spirit, fights with people, and is not afraid of death.

Especially Sato Uemon, who was in his prime, was also famous for his strong surname in Japan. His body was half turned around, and he did not defend himself. In an instant, he put on a look of full action, and his posture was really fierce.

However, his fierce appearance could not enter Wang Chan's eyes at all. Not only was he not moved at all, but he raised his foot and entered the room. He closed the door of the living room with one hand. On the other hand, he stepped forward and looked up to the sky and laughed: "You two are An Zai Dao and Sato Youweimen, right? I'm the Wang Chan you're looking for. In the morning, you sent your men to make a sincere meat bomb to kill me, and I came to kill you at night. You two can run as much as you want to see if you have the luck to run out of this hall!"

His eyes narrowed into a thin slit. Wang Chan stood alone at the door and quietly looked at the two famous martial arts masters in the room. He said such words from his mouth lightly, as if he was gossiping with someone and saying something, "What did I eat today", but it was not at all. I'm afraid that the two masters of Han can run in front of him.

Wang Chan's boxing and martial arts were gradually refined. When he walked, it was like a gust of wind. All the way, there was no sound. It was not until he opened the door and was close at hand that he was noticed by An Zai Dao and Sato Youweimen in the room. Suddenly, they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, one by one. Great enemy.

Only then did I know that Wang Chan was so powerful that he could quietly touch his room. When he thought about the contents recorded in the information in his hand, even the hair on his head stood up and stood upside down, like a frightened old cat, and his faces were extremely solemn.

At the moment, they also looked at each other and slowly stood up from the ground.

"If you are ready, you can die!" Wang Chan's eyes flashed and took another step forward gently.

"Bagyalu!"

After a moment of distraction, Sato Youwei, who was seven feet tall, was as heavy as water. He immediately opened his mouth and scolded "bastard" in Japanese words. "You are the Wang Zen who killed our Sato, China, you are so bold!!"

In the last sentence, he speaks Chinese, so Wang Chan heard it very clearly. Both sides stood on the opposite side of hatred from the beginning. Although the three of them met for the first time in their lives, and no one knew anyone before, they knew that there would certainly be no possibility of reconciliation between the two sides. As soon as the two sides met, they would definitely end up with the complete failure and death of one party.

is not polite to Sato Uemon's tone. As soon as the voice fell, he stretched out his hand and rolled it up. The wide sleeves of the kimono immediately burned the kettle beside him. Together with the small red mud stove below, he rolled up and rolled up, like a bow and arrow, towards Wang Chan at the door smashed it.

This kettle is full of boiling water, and there are also seven or eight pieces of burning red charcoal in the stove. This suddenly pours down and falls on the body. No matter who is good boxing and skillful, it will be scalded. Even if it can't endanger the life, it's not worth the loss.

Wang Chan snorted and slapped across the air. There seemed to be a huge whirlwind on the ground. It whined, shook the air and stood still. The flying kettle and stove burst into the air and bounced back at a faster speed than when it came. Lv Chaoyang can be restrained by practicing three arms and big Hongquan, and he can play a fierce wind like the legendary "split empty palm". Wang Chan's boxing martial arts are still above him, and he can naturally do this step.

It's just that now, the last step of boxing martial arts has not really entered the innate realm, and he can't transform the true strength of the inner family into the inner spirit. Therefore, although the boxing is fierce, he can roll back the flying stove and kettle, but for a master like Sato Uemon, there is no substantial lethality.

At the same time, at the same time, at the moment when Wang Chan waved his hand and worked hard in the air, suddenly, he was standing on the side of Sato's right guard door, silent, thin and dry, like the image of a peasant old man working in the countryside. His body moved, and his feet were like stepping on oil. His body shrank and quickly rushed to Wang Zen. Come here.

"Let's go together and kill him!" An Zai Dao, an old man, once studied under General Cui Hongxi, the founder of taekwondo, a national treasure in South Korea, for more than ten years. Although he is now in his sixties and his physical strength has begun to decline, his vision is far above Sato Uemon, who is in his prime.

Therefore, he knew that it was not good the moment he saw the door being pushed open at the beginning. He made a defensive posture for the first time, unlike Sato's right gate, who was like a Jaguar. In unknown circumstances, it was an offensive atmosphere. A boxing master like him, known as the first martial arts master in the Republic of Korea, has never won and sought defeat before. Ordinary people can't imagine the sensitivity to danger.

But now, when he is swayed by Wang Chantang, he can't feel the slightest sense of danger against himself in advance. Such a situation is still unprecedented after the success of boxing.

It's obvious that they come to kill people, but you don't feel any murder and danger. This shows that the other party's boxing martial arts are not only above himself, but even his own breath can be controlled freely and restrained in his body. Although he is murderous, he will never reveal a little bit.

Although you stand in front of you, you can't feel the malice of the other party.

It seems that this kind of opponent can no longer be described by a simple horror.

An Zai Dao quickly adjusted his mentality and looked at an opportunity. He was short and ran under his feet. He stepped on the most basic "forward step" in taekwondo. Between the opening and closing of his feet, he raised his feet and kicked them. When his toes passed, he crossed an extremely obvious airflow trajectory in the air, and the sound was like a war. The knife quickly swept over the sound of tearing the air.

At the same time, Sato Uemon also reacted. His body dripped and his feet were gossiping. He not only avoided the stove and kettle that flew back at the first time, but also shrugged his shoulders in the process. The shoulder blade muscles on his back were raised high, and his arms were hidden under the ribs, just like Like the action of the white crane spreading its wings and running on the ground before flying, small steps moved quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Wang Chan's touch, pulled out his right hand, stood his palm like a knife, and shouted in his mouth. The standard karate hand knife technique, with a sneer, broke the air in front of him, like an ancient swordsman who broke the water with a knife. He looked solemn and did not move forward.

These two people actually use the most basic techniques and moves in their respective countries' martial arts, but when they use them at the same time, the effect is amazing. The tough tatami on the ground, with a thorn, from beginning to end, split into several pieces, can't stand the feet of the two masters of Han at the same time.

Korean martial arts, there are no particularly fancy moves, pay attention to actual combat, and have some similarities with the military and police fighting skills spread among the armed police in various countries. One-stroke must-kill skill, but it is also because the moves are simple, so the speed is faster and the strength is stronger.

In particular, these two people are masters who have almost practiced their respective boxing skills to the peak. Under the joint efforts, the pearls are combined. Even if they are masters of kung fu in China, in the face of them, they should suppress them first and then raise them and avoid three points.

However, in the face of the attack, Wang Chan only turned his body over and shot through the ground, like a carp jumping into the dragon gate. He did not retreat but advanced to meet the difficulties.

An Zai Dao, Sato's right guard gate, left and right, like a shadow, with fists and feet moving together, stirring the air of the whole room into a fire and disorder, as if it had just been swept into the room by a gust of wind, raging.

Between Wang Chan's body running forward, two big hands had danced like flying, five fingers were open, whining, and whining. First, there was a wrong "tiger turned back" under his feet. A big hand passed under the ribs and twisted its waist. Suddenly, one stepped on the seven stars backwards. Between the iron palms flew over, it was like a huge stone tablet falling from the sky and falling down.

His big hand turned over and hit it. ** At this time, half of the small arms outside his clothes turned out with a fine steel-like metal color. His five fingers were divided. It was really like an iron palm, and it was like a large stone tablet of hundreds of pounds flying. It fell down, covering his head and covered his head. It was like thunder. Five thunderbolt, and only one palm came down, just He was patted on the hand knife that gathered the strength of Sato's right door and cut down quickly.

Sato's right guard door, his heart was confused, and his arms were horizontal. He just wanted to use the turning of the gossip palm to remove the strength of Wang Chan's palm. How could he know that Wang Zen's palm was full of strength, like the waves of the dragon gate, and the power was one after another, endless. The arm was only horizontal, and it suddenly broke into two with a click, and then the force surged forward and hit his chest again.

Bang bang! With two muffled sounds, Sato Youweimen flew out directly, just like a dying crab rolled up by the tide. It fell to the ground and opened its mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. After several attempts, he didn't get up.

After a palm patted Sato's right guard door, the palm power leaked, and Wang Chan's waist and crotch twisted. His whole body was like a rubber man full of strength. His clothes swayed, his hunting sounded, and his forehead oozed hot sweat.

The two sides fight. Although the winner is divided in a flash, Wang Chan spends a lot of energy. In his palm, the palm of Shaolin's big stele is used outside. Under one palm, it is like a stone tablet swirling, and the power is infinite. Inside, it is the feminine and soft power in his five elements of the magic box "turtle and snake disk", like a tide, one wave after another. Even if Sato's right guard can stop it twice, it can't stop it three times.

And this kind of vigorous method was called "Dragon Gate Triassic Waves" in ancient times. Only those who have practiced the extremely high level of internal and external kung fu can use it.

An Zai Dao looked at Sato's right guard door without even Wang Chan's move. His pupils suddenly shrank like the tip of a needle. Only then did he know that Wang Chan was more "forken" than he thought, but he was also worthy of being the first master of taekwondo in South Korea after Cui Hongxi. At first sight of a strong enemy, he was not only not afraid, but also On the contrary, he was aroused by Wang Chan.

The thin body suddenly seemed to soar more than half a foot high, and the spirit of the whole body was running, condensing at one point, with two feet standing, and it was a stormy crazy attack on Wang Chan.

The old man has been immersed in the taekwondo for decades. He has personally experienced the fire of war, killed people, and has seen blood. The spirit of boxing is very solidified. With this power, his feet suddenly like a strong wind sweeping the ground. The speed is so fast that it almost brings up a series of shadows in the air, and the shadows of his legs are like mountains.

The leg method of taekwondo is somewhat similar to that of karate, but the system is self-contained. An Zai Dao exerts it with all its strength. It seems that there is a bit of Chinese charm. It is a set called "Chasing the Wind Kick" created by his lifelong martial arts experience in recent years.

Wang Chan's body kept shaking, his legs were round, and the ground was like mud. A series of steps were stepped out. Wherever he went, the ground was shattered, and even the wooden floor under the tatami became shattered. Ren Shi'an played at a super level and kicked hard, as fast as chasing the wind, but he could never touch Wang Chan's slow body. Every time he reached the other party's toes, he shook in place and could pull a distance.

Suddenly, Wang Chan was not avoiding, and a pair of iron palms suddenly became soft and boneless, like a spiritual snake like water, rolled up on the ankles of the road, like playing in the water and fishing for shrimps.

Hard as steel, soft as silk, strong and soft, is the best level of boxing.

It's just Wang Chan, whose surname is straightforward. He fights with people with toughness and disdains to avoid giving up. Except for himself, no one else knows this skill. Now as soon as it is displayed, the palm is as soft as cotton, which is more powerful than the Taiyi's palm of the Wudang faction. An Zaidao only felt that he was on his right ankle, like a layer of tough and inexplicable rubber. He struggled hard, but he became tighter and tighter. He knew that it was not good. He immediately shouted, got up, took off in the air, and raised his left leg in the air. , like a huge axe, he hit down the cover of Wang Chantian.

No matter how fast he reacted, it was still a little slower than Wang Chan. Before he could change his move, with a click, one of the calves on the road had been crushed by Wang Chansheng. He shook it with one hand, like a scarecrow. His face was facing down and turned into a hammer. With a loud bang, his whole body was smashed under the floor, and the floor shook suddenly, as if it were the scene of an earthquake coming.

"I have to borrow your head!"

(to be continued)