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"What do these foreigners want to do?"

Qingyang whispered.

Wang Cheng also had a serious face: "What else can I do? Just play the game. This person is a master."

Qingyang looked at Philip walking towards the field. This person was very strong. Westerners were generally stronger than Easterners. This was a natural advantage, and it looked like a size larger than Qingmu.

However, Philip is not only strong but also well-proportioned, which is rare in the West. Many Western fighting experts specialize in muscle training, and they are all raised muscles with ups and downs, but in fact most of them do not work. They just look scary, but will become a burden because of the increase in weight.

Philip's muscles are not that scary, but they are very well-proportioned, which means that his muscles are very reasonable and are accumulated bit by bit, rather than being produced by injections. They can be used, and their explosive power will be amazing.

"This person is a master? How can I tell it? Even if he is a master, he should not be Aoki's opponent, right? He is just a foreign devil!"

Qingyang said worriedly that at the critical moment, even if he had some small conflicts with Aoki, he still hoped that Aoki could win. This is instinctive national self-esteem.

Wang Cheng shook his head slightly: "I don't know!" It's just intuition. He seemed to be able to sense the strong qi and blood aura of Philip, but he was not sure because he had never had such intuition before.

In the field, Aoki was also slightly stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, another person came up. He looked at the master Taoist Master Changhe. Seeing that the Taoist Master had no expression on his face, Philip was younger than Mos just now, about thirty years old, and had a sense of power all over his body, which made Aoki wary.

"Please give me advice!"

Aoki still did all the etiquette.

Philip also clasped his fists and said in a bad Chinese: "Please, please, teach."

Aoki sinks his knees and sways a leaping horse stud. This stud method is a moving stud, which exercises the bounce force and instant bursting ability of both legs. It is like a leap of a war horse, and it can also increase the lower plate and become more calm.

Like Moss, Philip took the initiative to attack, but his movements were faster than Moss, and his steps were more rhythmic. His feet alternated back and forth, always maintaining the shape of a cross, which was a very clever step.

It is said that Western fighting is a simple thing like boxing free fighting, which simply relies on the human body's reaction power. In fact, it is not. The West also has a fighting heritage.

Cross religion is also a religion that has been passed down for thousands of years. It was able to develop and rise in dark Europe back then, and now it has become the world's largest religion. It definitely has its own foundation and strength. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the ruler in half of the world.

"Phillip is a loyal warrior under our Lord and has a knight title."

Cardinal Charlie said to Taoist Changxu on the sidelines.

Taoist Priest Changxu smiled awkwardly: "The Cross Sect is indeed well-known."

Minister Zhao was dissatisfied, but he still smiled far-fetchedly and didn't say anything. He looked at Taoist Changhe next to him. He had heard that there was an old master of Zangding Temple, but he didn't know who it was, because the other party's identity was a state secret. He guessed whether it was the old Taoist priest with short silver hair in front of him. If so, then he would have to be careful when speaking.

In the Cross Cult, it is not easy to have a knight title. Knight title cannot be hereditary, and must be obtained by relying on one's own strength. That is, what Charlie calls a loyal warrior, loyalty and strength are indispensable.

The two on the field have already fought.

Philip was able to get the title of Cavaliers. In the West, his strength was absolutely not weak. He rushed up very quickly. His fists attacked together and his wrists intersected, which was like a cross. This was like a cross-parking action, but the impact was also very strong. His hands leveraged each other, and he was strong and he was both offensive and defensive.

Qingmu used Wu Shengshan’s actual boxing technique. Jiuyuan boxing technique is a boxing technique that has been passed down for thousands of years in Zangdingguan. However, because it is still Taoist boxing, it is still mainly for health preservation and to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the essence. In terms of actual combat, it is not as fierce and fierce as Xingyiquan and Bajiquan.

Bang bang!

The two fists intersected with a muffled sound. Philip was strong and his feet were still motionless. However, Aoki took a small step back. In the eyes of experts, he was immediately distinguished.

Taoist Master Changhe has a bad expression on his face.

"Hey, Wu Sheng Mountain has fallen, more than a hundred, and none of them have a first-class top expert."

Taoist Master Changhe shook his head. It seemed that he was going to be embarrassed today. Qingmu was already the most powerful among the hundreds of people. He was taught Jiuyuan Fist last year, but he was still no match for the foreign devil. Other disciples must be no match for him. Wu Shengshan’s name is to be defeated in his hands.

Unfortunately, this guy Qingyang is a little too late to get enlightened!

Taoist Priest Changhe turned his head and looked at Qingyang. Seeing Qingyang and Wang Cheng staring at the competition in the field, his eyes also stayed on Wang Cheng for a moment, and then turned around to continue watching the battle between Qingmu and Philip.

Because the two of them fought very quickly in the field, and it was already critical moment. Jiuyuan boxing was also named Jiu, not a weak person, but Aoki did not practice to a profound level, nor did he understand the essence, otherwise he would have entered the ranks of first-class top experts.

Philip's boxing technique is very strange. His steps are like dancing yangge. He rotates back and forth in a cross. He is very flexible and fast in a square inch. The boxing technique in his hand is mainly composed of double fists. The boxing technique is extremely powerful. People who are close to each other can hear the sound of breaking through the air.

Very strong!

Philip is only one step away from entering the ranks of top experts.

Aoki only fought with him head-on for two moves, and then fell into a disadvantage. He was suppressed and kept retreating. After persisting for more than a dozen moves, he was finally pulled to the ground by Philip's sudden leg skills.

Philip looked at Aoki with smugness and said, "You lost."

Aoki's face was pitch black. He knew that he had embarrassed his master and his sect. He felt heavy, but he could not lose his demeanor. He hurriedly got up and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your advice."

Cardinal Charlie smiled and said loudly: "It seems that our Cross Cult fighting is more powerful. The Tibetan Dingguan Kung Fu has been passed down for two thousand years, and it is not the opponent of our brave knights."

Minister Zhao smiled ugly and said in a deep voice: "Biden Charlie's words are a bit biased. Zangding Temple is a Taoist school, and martial arts are mainly focused on strengthening the body and are not good at practical combat."

Taoist Master Changxu also nodded and agreed: "Yes, our Tibetan Dingguan martial arts has been passed down for thousands of years, and it focuses on health preservation."

Mos, who was defeated by Aoki, had changed his suit and tie and said sarcastically: "Oh? Didn't you just say that your kung fu was inherited from a general of the Three Kingdoms two thousand years ago? Is the general's kung fu also for health preservation? Then is he still a general?"

Taoist Master Changhe had not spoken yet, and at this moment he couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "The martial saint's boxing technique has been lost for a long time, otherwise, how could you be arrogant and presumptuous here?"

Charlie, Mos and others looked at Minister Zhao and Taoist Master Changxu. Taoist Master Changxu hurriedly said, "This is my senior brother, and the disciples of the Zangding Temple are all learning martial arts from him."

Charlie looked at Changhe and smiled, "Then are you the most powerful?"

Changhe raised his head and didn't say anything because this was nonsense. If it were fifty years ago, he would have beaten the foreigner to death with one punch.

"Then you go up and play Philip. If you lose too, you have nothing to say, right?"

Charlie said with confidence.

Changhe said lightly: "I can defeat him with one move, but it won't be a martial arts. This is a competition for the younger generation, and I won't take action."

Before, Changhe attacked Liu Qing because he wanted to test the mysterious man from Renhetang. Otherwise, he would not have taken action casually. In Jiangzhou, except for the old guy from the Yang family, everyone else is his junior. It is not nice to know that the reputation of bullying the junior is spread.

"you go!"

In the crowd, Wang Cheng suddenly whispered to Qingyang.

Qingyang was also full of anger on his face. It was just when he was full of righteous indignation, but he rushed forward without any brains. He saw Philip's strength. Aoki was not an opponent, and when he went up, he humiliated others for nothing and left a conversation.

Suddenly hearing Wang Cheng's words, Qingyang turned to look at Wang Cheng in shock, confirming whether he was joking, but seeing that Wang Cheng had a serious face, he had a bad premonition.

"Wang Cheng, what did you say?"

Qingyang asked in confusion.

Wang Cheng whispered: "Believe me, I will give you two injections later to temporarily increase your strength. You can go up and fight with the foreigner. Remember not to delay time. If you go up and fight with him, don't compete with him boxing moves. You haven't learned enough, just go straight."

Qingyang looked surprised: "Are you kidding? How did you help me enhance my strength?"

Qingyang has been practicing martial arts for four or five years, and has never heard of anything that can instantly enhance its strength. This is something that only exists in novels.

Wang Cheng took out a cloth bag from his pocket and opened it. There were several silver needles inside. This was found in the morning. In Zangding Temple, this thing is very common. The Changxu Taoist Chang Changhe Taoist, and even the Taoist Qingsong Taoist can have several medical skills. It is easy to take simple pulse and prescriptions. There are also several silver needles at home.

"What are you going to do?"

Qingyang's expression was a little frightened. What he feared the most was the injection.

Wang Cheng pulled out one and glared at the little Taoist priest: "Don't move." The little Taoist priest dared not move anymore. Wang Cheng pressed his palm a few times on his back, knocked hard, and said, "What do you feel?"

Qingyang said nervously: "It's a little hot!"

That's right!

The silver needle in Wang Cheng's hand pierced directly into this acupoint. Qingyang's body suddenly felt a heat flow rising, but Wang Cheng's silver needle had not stopped. There were three needles in succession, connecting the three major acupoints on the spine. Qingyang felt the boiling heat flow into the blood vessels, and his whole body became restless. His whole body seemed to be much stronger and he couldn't vent his strength. His face turned red and his breathing became rapid.

"Go out and fight against foreigners. You have two minutes to get off, otherwise you will lose all your strength after you can use the tiger down the mountain, pounce, and knock the foreigners unconscious with one punch!"

Wang Cheng kicked this guy in the ass.

Qingyang was not prepared and stopped immediately. Wang Cheng kicked out of the team and stood in front. Everyone around him immediately looked at the little Taoist priest who stood out.

Changhe was in a bad mood and suppressed his anger. Just as he thought of the little Taoist priest in Qingyang, the boy emerged and shouted in a deep voice: "Qingyang, what are you doing? Are there any rules and what kind of rules?"

Qingyang felt so aggrieved. It was not what I wanted to come out. Wang Cheng was really strong and kicked me out with one kick.

However, feeling the boiling blood in the body, the strength on the muscles of the limbs was extremely clear, and one punch seemed to kill a cow. Qingyang shouted loudly: "Master, please fight!" A pair of eyes stared at Charlie and Mos. It was these two foreign devils who had just insulted me in Wusheng Mountain Martial Arts.

Changhe said in a deep voice: "What have you learned in Sleeping Tiger Style?"

Qingyang's tone stagnated, and he thought that he couldn't practice the kung fu at all, right? Who can still practice the kung fu when he sleeps? But he can't say it out. So many people are watching here.

"I can defeat him!"

Qingyang pointed at Philip in the field.

Charlie smiled and said, "Young brother's courage is obvious. Philip, please give me some advice."

Mos shook his head disdainfully: "Zangding Temple is just like this, so a little Taoist priest went up and was beaten."

Taoist Master Changxu and Minister Zhao both looked bad. Taoist Master Changxu shook Qingyang hard and told him to continue to embarrass him.

But Qingyang thought of what Wang Cheng said, he had only two minutes to maintain his current state of excessive strength, and would be exhausted afterwards. So without waiting for the master to agree, he took a big step towards Philip with a serious face: "Master, don't worry, see how I deal with this foreign devil."

Several fellow Qingyang brothers wanted to stop him, but Taoist Changhe shook his head and everyone calmed down.

"Senior Brother Qingmu has failed. Why are Qingyang doing? He was beaten for nothing and insulted."

"That's stupid!"

Several young Taoist priests whispered, their eyes angry and their disdain for Qingyang.

Wang Cheng's eyes were filled with confidence, and everything was under control.

Vital energy, vital energy!
To be continued...