"You guys are relying on your numbers and seniority to bully us newcomers. What kind of ability is that?"
Qin Chao stood there, looking at Du Hao with a very disdainful gaze.
"You're courting death!"
Du Hao's temper was also explosive. Hearing Qin Dynasty's words, he immediately extended his iron claws and grabbed onto Qin Dynasty's shoulder.
The others were all sneering.
Du Hao's Eagle Claw Fist was quite famous here.
If this person's shoulder was grabbed by his Eagle Claw, it would be strange if his shoulder bone was broken.
But very quickly, they realized that the one with the wrong expression was not the kid from the Liu Clan Fist, but Du Hao.
"You, you, you've practiced the Iron Cloth before?"
Du Hao felt that he was clearly pinching an iron plate. His fingers couldn't pinch in at all, and his face couldn't help but turn ashen.
"I'm a very reasonable person." Qin Dynasty did not answer him. Instead, he imitated Hong Lingtong's tone and said, "I'll count to three. If you don't move away, you won't be able to keep your hand. One … "Two …"
"Brat, you're too arrogant!"
Du Hao was obviously enraged. He moved his hand away from Qin Chao's shoulder and reached out to grab his eyeballs.
"Three!"
Qin Dynasty's movements were even faster. He grabbed Du Hao's wrist.
Following that, he exerted force with his hand and heard a cracking sound, followed by Du Hao's scream.
"Ahhh!" My hand, my hand! "
As Qin Dynasty let go of his hand, Du Hao immediately held onto his swollen wrist and sat paralyzed on a chair.
"Director Du!"
The other Martial Masters were all shocked and immediately went forward to take a look.
Lin Xinghai grabbed Du Hao's wrist and looked at it. His pupils immediately shrank.
"It's broken!" Could it be that you are training in the Mahamudra? "
"I'm sorry, I've only learned one type of martial arts, and that is the Liu Clan Fist."
Qin Dynasty shrugged his shoulders and said.
"Director Zhao, you must have thought it through!"
The corner of Hong Lingtong's mouth started to twitch again, "As for me, I'm a very reasonable person. Right now, you are already provoking us!"
"So be it."
Zhao Jingjing also thought it through. At worst, she could open a martial arts school in another place. She couldn't bear this kind of humiliation.
"Since you want to devour us, we'll follow the rules of the Underworld!"
"Alright!"
Hong Lingtong's originally murky eyes suddenly lit up. "Curator Zhao, don't blame me for being impolite! Brothers, set up the incense hall! "
After he finished speaking, the Martial Masters in the room began to move.
One by one, they were moving chairs and tables. Soon, a large empty space was cleared on the second floor.
The surroundings were blocked by tables and chairs.
"Headmaster Zhao, please step down!"
Hong Lingtong pointed at the empty space in the middle.
"Yes, please."
Zhao Jingjing was about to stand up, but she was pressed back by Qin dynasty.
"Senior Sister, you're not feeling well today. Leave these small fries to me."
"No!"
Zhao Jingjing shook her head and said, "Little Junior Brother, I know you are doing this for my own good. But I don't want to rely on you. I, Zhao Jingjing, as the orthodox successor of the Liu Clan Fist, will rely on myself to bring the Liu Clan Fist to greater heights. "
Qin Dynasty felt that at this moment, Zhao Jingjing had the aura of a martial arts master.
"Alright, then I'll let go and let you do it."
Qin Dynasty thought that with the strength of his senior sister's Nine You Giant Elephant, none of these people would be her match.
But as Zhao Jingjing walked into the arena and took a deep breath, Qin Dynasty was surprised.
Because through the Devil Puppet's senses, he realized that his senior sister had actually suppressed the power of cultivation.
In other words, she had to rely on the strength of an ordinary martial artist to take on this situation.
"Although Curator Zhao is a woman, this spirit is still worthy of praise."
A Martial Master in his forties walked in at this time.
"My name is Han Lei, a successor of the Baji Sect. This set of fist technique is extremely unyielding, please be careful, Curator Zhao. "
As he spoke, he cupped his hands towards Zhao Jingjing.
"I am Zhao Jingjing, the successor of the Liu Clan Fist. This set of fist technique of mine is also very unyielding, please be careful, Curator Han. "
As he spoke, he took up the starting stance of the Liu Clan Fist.
"Curator Zhao, watch out!"
Han Lei was also a swift and decisive person when it came to fighting.
He took a few steps forward and used the Mountain Splitting Palm to slap Zhao Jingjing's face.
"Ha!" This palm strike caused the wind to whizz.
The Baji Sect's method of exerting force was from the waist to the hand, and then combined with the two energies. This palm strike could directly split open a person's skull.
However, Zhao Jingjing lowered her body and placed her left hand on it. Very cleverly, from the side, she knocked away Han Lei's Mountain Splitting Palm.
At the same time, her right palm struck out, the standard Dragon King Splitting Heaven, straight towards Han Lei's face.
Qin dynasty pushed his chin, while Zhao Jingjing pushed his leg and nose.
If this push was solid, the opponent's nose would break, and it could even directly pierce into the brain, causing brain death.
This was why there was a saying that had been passed down.
Chinese martial arts only killed people, not performed.
Because in Chinese martial arts, every move was a killing move.
Han Lei's eyes and hands were quick. With an iron bridge, he forcefully lay on the ground, dodging Zhao Jingjing's palm strike.
At the same time, he broke out in a cold sweat.
As the saying goes, when an expert makes a move, you will know if it's real or not.
He could not understand the martial arts of the Qin dynasty.
However, Han Lei was not the only one who saw Zhao Jingjing's martial arts. Everyone present could see it clearly.
This palm strike was quite domineering!
If it hit, even if Han Lei did not die, he would become a brain-dead vegetable.
"Such domineering martial arts …"
Even Hong Lingtong could not help but praise it.
On the other hand, Zhao Jingjing's attacks had always been like a storm. As Han Lei lay on the ground, Zhao Jingjing chased after him and stepped on his calf.
Han Lei saw it clearly. He quickly pulled back his leg and jumped up from the ground.
"Tiger Climbs the Mountain!"
This guy's momentum was ferocious as he charged directly at Zhao Jingjing.
Zhao Jingjing threw a palm strike at Han Lei.
Han Lei's left hand knocked away Zhao Jingjing's palm, and his right hand pressed down on her other wrist. Then, he leaned forward with his elbow, pushing it toward Zhao Jingjing's chest.
Han Lei was not doing this to take advantage of her.
He was doing it because this was how the Tiger Climbs the Mountain was performed.
The Tiger Climbs the Mountain was one of the eight ultimate skills of the Ba Ji Sect. The trick was in its toughness!
Han Lei had learned the Ba Ji Fist since he was a child. His arms were steady, powerful, and as hard as iron. Moreover, he had been practicing the Gua Palm since he was a child. His Tiger Climbs the Mountain was really as tough as a tiger.
As the saying went, the Ba Ji Sect was like a hammer, and even gods and ghosts were afraid of it.
When Zhao Jingjing saw Han Lei's elbow coming toward her, she immediately tilted her head back and tried to dodge the attack.
However, she only managed to dodge the elbow, and Han Lei's palm was already coming toward her nose.
The key to the Tiger Climbs the Mountain was the final trick of climbing!
At this time, both of Zhao Jingjing's hands were sealed by Han Lei, and she could not resist.
But at this time, she instinctively bounced up with a lightning-fast movement.
She put one foot behind her, and the other foot flew up. She raised her knee high and pressed it against Han Lei's lower abdomen.
As Zhao Jingjing's knee kicked up, Han Lei withdrew his palm, and his elbow collided with Zhao Jingjing's knee. At the same time, he hit Zhao Jingjing's chin with a Rocket-like Punch.
It was indeed a killer move. It was not easy to counter!
But at this time, one of Zhao Jingjing's hands had already broken free from Han Lei's pressure.
She swung her arm toward Han Lei's temple like a hammer.
Han Lei's fist hit Zhao Jingjing's chin, and Zhao Jingjing's hand hit a little to the side of Han Lei's temple.
Bam!
Zhao Jingjing's body flipped in the air, but she managed to stabilize her footing and landed on the ground.
Although she did not use her Qi, Zhao Jingjing's body was, after all, a cultivator's body. If this punch had landed on an ordinary person's chin, it would have fractured the jaw and given him a concussion. If it was a serious blow, he would have been killed.
But Zhao Jingjing only shook her head slightly, and nothing happened to her.
Han Lei, on the other hand, was having a hard time after taking the hit from Zhao Jingjing's hand.
His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and it was obvious that his head was injured.
"Good fist technique, Master Zhao."
Han Lei shook his head, suppressing the dizziness in his head.
"In the end, Master Han won by a bit."
Zhao Jingjing said politely, "It's just that my body's ability to withstand blows is a bit stronger."
"No, Master Zhao, I concede defeat."
Han Lei waved his hand. "If it wasn't for Director Zhao showing mercy at the last moment and not hitting my temple, I would have been killed on the spot. I admire Master Zhao's victory. "
Although Han Lei was a member of the Martial Arts Association, he still had some backbone.
He cupped his hands and left the center of the arena, and was helped to a seat by his disciples.
"Okay, who's next?"
Zhao Jingjing swung her fist and asked.
"Then let me."
Lin Xinghai looked around and saw that everyone seemed to be hesitant, so he took the initiative to step forward.
These masters all had good eyesight.
Zhao Jingjing's body's ability to withstand blows was top-notch. Especially her palm technique, which was as powerful as thunder and heavy as a hammer. Obviously, she was not weak.
Among these people, Han Lei was ranked at the top.
If even he could not withstand it and was almost killed, how could the others dare to shine?
The only people who were stronger than him were Lin Xinghai and Uncle Hong.
As the president, how could Uncle Hong go on stage so easily?
Therefore, Lin Xinghai became the candidate for the second round.
"Haha, I am Lin Xinghai, the successor of Ba Gua Zhang. Who would have thought that Master Zhao is not only beautiful, but also so skilled. I can only applaud and praise you. "
Although Lin Xinghai was all smiles, those who knew him knew that he was a famous smiling tiger.
If anyone were to provoke him, the consequences would be extraordinarily miserable.
Smiling in front of others, but stabbing you in the back, this was the Ba Gua Zhang's Lin Xinghai.
"Let's not be so polite."
Zhao Jingjing took two deep breaths and got into a starting position, "Let's begin."
"Then please."
Lin Xinghai was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he used the Swimming Dragon Eight Trigram Steps and walked around Zhao Jingjing. A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth. It was as if he was a hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait.
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