Even though Chu Kuangge had repeatedly boasted about Yang Fan, Xue Huaiyi still didn't believe him. He dragged Yang Fan to the center of the field. Since he had just fought another match, Hong Jiu was lying on the ground, pretending to be dead. His tongue was hanging out as he panted heavily. Xue Huaiyi kicked him and shouted, "Scram to the side and pretend to be dead. I'll spar with Seventeen."
Xue Huaiyi took off his monk's robe, revealing his muscular body. Not to mention, Xue Huaiyi's appearance was dignified and his muscles were very strong. What was even more rare was that such a strong man's body wasn't as dark as Yang Fan and Chu Kuangge's. Yang Fan's skin was the color of wheat, while Chu Kuangge's was bronze. Xue Huaiyi's body was extremely strong, but his skin was actually very white.
A man that Empress Wu liked must have three conditions. One was handsome, two was fair skin, and three was no bad breath. Xue Huaiyi met all three conditions.
Xue Huaiyi got into a stance and said to Yang Fan, "Come, Seventeen, let me experience your martial arts!"
Yang Fan knew that Xue Huaiyi valued his face more than the heavens. Although he was the one who asked to spar, he wasn't really willing to spar with him. Therefore, he repeatedly declined, "This disciple would never dare to spar with Master. Please forgive this disciple for not being able to comply."
Xue Huaiyi repeatedly asked, but Yang Fan refused. Xue Huaiyi was helpless and said to Hong Liu, "Little Six, you come!"
Most of Xue Huaiyi's disciples were actually friends he had made when he was selling medicine in Luoyang. At that time, they called each other brothers and would compete in wrestling when they were free. Although Hong Liu wasn't Xue Huaiyi's opponent at that time, the two's strength wasn't that different. Xue Huaiyi could naturally see the depth of Yang Fan's martial arts by letting him spar.
Seeing that the limelight had been stolen by his seventeenth junior brother, Hong Liu was already dissatisfied. Upon hearing Xue Huaiyi's order, he immediately took off his outer robe and walked forward with his back bare. He said to Yang Fan, "Seventeenth brother, come, spar with me."
Seeing this, Yang Fan tore off his belt and took off his coat.
While Yang Fan was taking off his clothes, Hong Liu boasted, "I've been following Luoyang's sumo master, Li Banzuo, since I was a child. I learned the art of Hornbreaker, and after I grew up, I was fortunate enough to receive guidance from Chang 'an's number one wrestler, Master Jin Tanjin, nicknamed' Optimus Prime '. Today, in Luoyang, there are only a handful of people who are better than me in Hornbreaker sumo."
The other disciples did not give him any face. They laughed and said, "Since Sixth Senior Brother is so capable, why don't you stand up for White Horse Temple and participate in the Upper Prime Sumo Wrestling Competition to bring glory to Master?"
Hong Liu waved his hand and said, "If I can participate in the competition, why wouldn't I? It's a pity that a few years ago, I fought with the ruffians of Gong An Lane and injured one of my legs, so I can't use it for long. I can still spar with Little Seventeen, but if I were to go on stage and compete with other sumo masters, I wouldn't lose face to Master. "
Immediately, there was a chorus of boos.
Yang Fan took off his outer robe and, like Hong Liu, went bare-chested. Although his body was a bit thinner, it was still well-defined and well-muscled. It was hard to tell that Little Seventeen, who was dressed like a delicate young girl, had a very impressive figure.
Hong Liu kicked off his shoes and stood barefoot on the court. He waved at him and said, "Little Seventeen, come!"
Yang Fan stood still and cupped his fists. "Little Brother respectfully asks for Sixth Senior Brother's guidance!"
Hong Liu shouted and pounced forward like a fierce tiger descending the mountain. Although he had spoken in a magnanimous manner, he had actually wanted to knock down Yang Fan and show his face in front of the other disciples. Therefore, he relied on the fact that his body was thicker than Yang Fan's and forced his way forward. Yang Fan twisted his legs, as if he wanted to avoid a direct confrontation with Hong Liu. However, his movements were too slow. Hong Liu pounced like a tiger and reached out to grab his belt.
"Ah!"
As soon as Hong Liu touched Yang Fan's body, it was as if he had grabbed a greasy bottle. His hand slipped and he didn't manage to grab Yang Fan's belt at all. Instead, he was swayed by Yang Fan and stumbled forward. He couldn't stop himself and fell straight out of the court. If this was an official sumo wrestling match, this would be considered a loss.
Boos rang out from all directions. Hong Liu's face and neck were red as he said, "This doesn't count. I was careless. Little Seventeen only dodged and didn't compete with me at all. Come, come, come. Let's compete again!"
Yang Fan smiled lightly and steadied his feet. He opened his arms and said, "Sixth Senior Brother, please!"
"Ah!"
Hong Liu, who was eager to turn the tables, took large strides towards the middle of the body. Yang Fan, who was originally standing there steadily, saw that Hong Liu was still a step away from him. He suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Hong Liu's forearm with his right hand. His left hand reached for Hong Liu's crotch. He lowered his body and rammed his entire body into Hong Liu's chest. He pushed his shoulder in front of Hong Liu's chest and shouted, "Up!"
Yang Fan lifted Hong Liu up in an instant and spun him a few times. He shouted, "Fellow Martial Brothers, catch!" He threw Hong Liu ten feet away. Four or five ruffian monks rushed over to catch him. They were pushed back five or six steps by Hong Liu's body before they could stabilize themselves.
This move was called 'Flying Pigeon Spin'. It was a wrestling technique of the Central Plains, the wrestling techniques of the nomads beyond the Great Wall, and the 'Flying Pigeon Throw' of Japanese sumo wrestling. It was similar to this move of Yang Fan's. Sumo wrestling was originally a type of wrestling. After thousands of years of exploration, all kinds of wrestling techniques were similar. Naturally, there would be similar moves.
Hong Liu was thrown by Yang Fan. If he had fallen to the ground, he would have been in a daze. He would have been unable to wake up for a long time. Even so, he was held by several of his martial brothers. It took him a long time to wake up. As soon as he woke up, he saw the faint smiles on his martial brothers' faces. He couldn't help but blush. He struggled and said, "Senior Brother, I … I've always liked to train new people. You know …"
As he said this, he lost his balance and fell forward like a drunkard. This time, no one helped him. Hong Liu blew his conch and fell to the ground, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Xue Huaiyi was overjoyed and said with a smile, "Good! Seventeenth Wang is really good at wrestling. With such skills, you can definitely show off your skills in the palace. Hahaha … "
…
"That's strange. Just now, when Hong Liu reached out to grab your belt, I saw it clearly. His hand was clearly gripping your belt. Why did he let go of his hand and fall? You two aren't putting on a show for the abbot, are you?"
Because everyone was already exhausted, even though Xue Huaiyi wanted nothing more than for them to immediately start training, he could only tell them to rest for a while. After lunch, they would continue training in the afternoon. As soon as everyone dispersed, Maqiao chased after Yang Fan and asked. This question had been bottled up in his heart for a long time.
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Look at Hong Liu's expression. He wants nothing more than to fall and make me eat sh * t. Is he willing to cooperate with me and make a fool of himself?"
Maqiao scratched his head and said, "That's true. If it were me, I would still act with you. Hong Liu wouldn't have such good intentions, but at that time …"
Yang Fan said, "If I don't get to the bottom of this, I won't be able to rest properly at noon today. Come with me."
Yang Fan hadn't put his shirt on yet. He draped it over his arm and led Maqiao into the pagoda forest. He casually hung his shirt on a branch that stuck out diagonally and took a stance. He said to Maqiao, "Come, put your hand on the back of my waist."
Maqiao said, "On the waist? What's so strange about it? "As he spoke, he put his hand on Yang Fan's waist as he was told.
"Huh!"
Maqiao cried out in surprise and stared at Yang Fan as if he had seen a ghost. He then looked at his own palm that had bounced off and said in surprise, "What did you do? Is this a trick? I didn't see you move at all, but why did my hand seem to have bounced off? It's even a little numb. "
Yang Fan smiled and said, "This is called the Eighteen Falls. It's a close-range fighting martial art. It's a martial art that uses the body to change shadows and take advantage of the opponent's momentum to make the opponent miss. It's a martial art that uses ingenuity to counter clumsiness. However, it's not just blindly unloading and borrowing strength. After dispelling the opponent's strength, it's also necessary to seize the opportunity when the opponent's old strength has dissipated and new strength has yet to be generated.
Yang Fan demonstrated it to him again. This time, Maqiao could clearly see that Yang Fan's waist had vibrated a few times in that instant. There was a soft but strong force that easily bounced his hand off and made his palm slightly numb. This was because he didn't use any strength and only put his hand on Yang Fan's waist. If his hand had also used strength and Yang Fan had dispelled his strength and then took advantage of the situation to counterattack, the strength could be imagined.
Maqiao moved his numb wrist and said in surprise, "Amazing. You actually have such a magical martial art. Just now, your waist seemed to have vibrated more than ten times. Your waist is tough and strong. I couldn't grab you at all."
Yang Fan said with a smile, "Now do you understand why he fell off? However, my waist didn't just vibrate a dozen times. It's not more and not less. In an instant, it vibrated forty-eight times. It's like a wave. You can't touch me, hehe! "
"Forty-eight times. In an instant, it vibrated forty-eight times …"
Maqiao's eyes lit up and his saliva almost dripped down, "I want to learn! Xiao Fan … Ah no, Chief Master, please accept me as your disciple. I want to learn martial arts from you. I don't want to learn anything else. I want to learn this … this Eighteen Falls of yours. "
Yang Fan said, "It's not a big deal to teach you some martial arts to strengthen your body, but this Eighteen Falls is not easy to learn. You are already an adult, your bones are hard, you can learn hard kung fu, but learning this martial art is very limited …"
Maqiao said, "No, no, no. My body is strong enough. I don't need to learn anything else. I want to learn this Eighteen Falls."
Yang Fan was surprised and said, "Why do you have a special liking for this Eighteen Falls? If you want to talk about prestige, I will teach you a set of Three Emperor Canon Fist. When you use it, your chopping fist is like an axe, your bursting fist is like an arrow, your drilling fist is like an awl, and your horizontal fist is like a beam. With your physique, if you practice it well, you will have some achievements. When you use it, it will be very impressive. "
Maqiao shook his head and rubbed his hands. He looked like he was itching to learn it. He said, "No, no, no. What canon fist? How can it be as impressive as the Eighteen Falls? I want to learn this Eighteen Falls! In an instant, my waist bounced forty-eight times. If I use this when I'm having sex with a woman, what will happen? I'm afraid I will make her cry for her father and mother. She will throw away her armor and lose everything. It will be a crushing defeat! "
Yang Fan was stunned. He stared at Maqiao with wide eyes for a long time. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked away.
Maqiao hurriedly chased after him and said, "Hey! Don't go. Xiao Fan, Chief Master, Master … "
Yang Fan said in a bad mood, "Don't call me! If my Master knew that I taught you this martial art just to show off my power on women, my Master would die of anger! "
Maqiao smiled apologetically and said, "Who said that I only show off my power on women after learning this martial art? I can also show off my power on men occasionally. "
Yang Fan said, "Huh? You have this kind of hobby? "
Maqiao was exasperated. He said, "What are you thinking? I mean, to show off in front of men, of course it is to show off like you did just now. Heh! Heh heh! "
Yang Fan turned around and continued walking. "No, you have ulterior motives. I won't teach you!"
"Master …"
Maqiao cried out in grief and chased after him relentlessly.
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