Chapter 719: Than

Chapter 719
"When you are screaming at the crowds and the qualifications are old, you are going to bully us who are new to the business. What is it?"
Qin Chao stood there, with a very disdainful look, looking at Du Hao opposite.
"You are looking for death!"
Du Hao’s temper also exploded. He heard the Qin Dynasty say this, and suddenly the iron claws came over and they were buckled on the shoulders of Qin Chao.
Everyone else is sneer.
Du Hao's eagle claws are also famous in this.
The man was clasped by his talons and estimated that the shoulder bones would be pinched off.
But very quickly, they found that the face is not right, not the boy of Liu Jiaquan, but that Du Hao.
"You, you, have you practiced a cloth shirt?"
Du Hao feels that he is clearly on a piece of iron plate, and his fingers can't pinch in, and he can't help but look blue.
"I am a very reasonable person." Qin Chao did not answer him. Instead, he learned the tone of Hong Jiu. "I count three numbers. If you don't take it away, your hand can't keep it." One...two..."
"Kid, you are too crazy!"
That Du Hao was obviously provoked by fire, his hand removed from Qin Chao’s shoulder, but he grabbed his eye.
"three!"
The movement of the Qin Dynasty was faster, and he grabbed the wrist of Du Hao.
Then, with a force on his hand, he heard a bang, followed by Du Hao’s scream.
"Ah! My hand, my hand!"
As Qin Chao released his hand, Du Hao immediately held his red wrist and sat down on the chair.
"Du Pavilion Director!"
Several other martial artists were surprised and quickly went to see.
Lin Xinghai grabbed Du Hao's wrist and looked at it, and the pupil immediately shrank.
"Fracture! Is it a big handprint?"
"Sorry, I only learned a kind of kung fu, it is Liu Jiaquan."
Qin Chao shrugged his shoulders and said.
"Director Zhao, you can understand!"
Na Hong’s mouth began to twitch again.
I am a very reasonable person. You are already challenging us!

"Try it and challenge it."
Zhao Jingjing also wants to understand, and it’s a big deal to change the place to open a martial arts museum.
"Since you want to swallow us, let's follow the rules of the rivers and lakes!"
"it is good!"
Hong Jiu’s eyes were originally murky, and suddenly burst into a splendid color. "Zhao Guanchang, then don't blame me Hong Jiu is welcome! Brothers, posing incense!"
When he finished, the martial artists in this room could move.
One by one, moving the chair, moving the table. Soon, the site on the second floor was cleared of a large open space.
Around this, it was stopped with a table and a chair.
"Director Zhao, please come on!"
Hong Jiu pointed to the open space surrounded by the middle.
"Okay, please."
Zhao Jingjing just had to stand up, but he was pressed back by the Qin Dynasty.
"Sister, you are not feeling well today, these little fish and shrimps, just give it to me to send it."
"Do not!"
Zhao Jingjing shook his head and said, "Little brother, I know that you are for me. But I don't want to rely on you. I am Zhao Jingjing, the orthodox descendant of Liu Jiaquan, I have to rely on myself to carry forward Liu Jiaquan.

Qin Chao feels that at this moment, Zhao Jingjing has a kind of martial arts master's discouragement.
"That's good, then let me go and let you do it."
Qin Chao thought, anyway, with the power of the sister-in-law Jiuyou giant elephant, none of these people would be her opponent.
However, as Zhao Jingjing walked into the field and took a deep breath, Qin Chao was surprised.
Because he passed the konjac's induction, he found that his sister, he actually suppressed the power of cultivation.
In other words, she has to rely on the power of a common national martial artist to take over the scene.
"Although the director of Zhao is a woman, it is still commendable."
A 40-year-old martial artist came in at this time.
"My name is Han Lei, and it is a biography of the Eight-Piece Gate. This boxing method is extremely fierce, and I also ask the curator Zhao to be careful."
Said, facing Zhao Jingjing arched his hand.
"Under Zhao Jingjing, Liu Jiaquan is a descendant. My boxing method is also very strong, and I also ask the Korean curator to be careful."
Said, set the starting style of Liu Jiaquan.
"Director Zhao, look at the move!"
That Han Lei is also the master of resilience.
He stepped forward a few steps, a slap in the palm of his hand, and took a picture of Zhao Jingjing's face.
"Ha!" This palm, the sound of the wind is screaming.
The power of the eight-pole door, from the waist to the hand, with the hip-hop. This palm can be used to directly open the human skull.
But Zhao Jingjing, his body sank and his left hand took it up. Very subtly, from the side, I opened a piece of Han Lei's palm.
At the same time, the right palm is up, the standard dragon king opens the sky and goes straight to Han Lei's denomination.
The Qin Dynasty is pushing the chin, while Zhao Jingjing is the leg and nose.
This push down, the other's nose will rupture, and even directly into the brain, causing brain death.
This is why, there have been words circulating.
National art, only killing people, not performing.
Because of the national art, a shot is a kill.
That Han Lei is also an eye-catching hand, a piece of iron bridge, lying on the ground and hiding from the palm of Zhao Jingjing.
At the same time, a cold sweat.
As the saying goes, when the expert takes a shot, he knows if there is any.
The Qin dynasty, he could not understand.
But the work of Zhao Jingjing is not just his Han Lei, but everyone in the room is really looking.
This palm is quite overbearing!
If you are in the middle of the battle, Han Lei does not die, but also has to be a brain-dead vegetative.
"Good tyrants..."
Even Hong Jiu, I have to praise it.
Zhao Jingjing’s attack has always been like a storm. That Han Lei lay down on the ground, Zhao Jingjing chased it, and the foot went straight to Han Lei's calf.
Han Lei looked really, quickly shrinking his legs, while a squid hit and jumped up from the ground.
"Tigers hard climb the mountain!"
This guy, who is fierce, goes directly to Zhao Jingjing.
Zhao Jingjing took a shot at Han Lei.
Han Lei’s left hand opened Zhao Jingjing’s palm, while his right hand pressed her other wrist, and then the elbow leaned up, squeezing to Zhao Jingjing’s chest.
Han Lei is not doing anything cheap.
But because the tigers climb hard, it is like this.
This tiger hard climbs the mountain, it is one of the eight great tricks of the Eight Poles. Oh, it’s hard!
Han Lei learned Bajiquan from an early age, his arms were strong and hard, just as hard as iron. Moreover, from an early age, I began to practice the practice of draping the palm, and it was really hard to be a tiger.
As the saying goes, the eight poles are like hangs, and the gods are afraid.
Zhao Jingjing saw the other's elbows squeezing up, and suddenly the neck leaned back, and the body wanted to avoid the blow.
But only escaped this squeeze, and the other's palm, has been buckled up, shot to her nose.
The hard tiger climbs the mountain, the key is this last mountain climbing!
At this point, Zhao Jingjing’s two hands were sealed by the other party and could not resist.
But at this time, a lightning-like action bounced off the subconscious.
One of her feet was behind her, the other foot flew up, her knees raised high and reached Han Lei's lower abdomen.
But with Zhao Jingjing kicking his knees, Han Lei’s palms were taken back, and Zhao Jingjing’s elbows slammed into the knees. At the same time, a rushing cannon, once again slammed into Zhao Jingjing's chin.
Sure enough, it is not easy to crack!
But at this time, Zhao Jingjing’s hand has already got rid of Han Lei’s oppression.
Her arm turned round, a hammer, and turned to Han Lei's temple.
Han Lei’s fist hit Zhao Jingjing’s chin, and Zhao Jingjing’s hand hammer also hit Han Lei’s temple.
"boom!"
Zhao Jingjing’s body turned a circle in the air, but her feet were steady and fell to the ground.
Although there is no use of vitality, Zhao Jingjing's body is the body of comprehension. If the fist is hit on the chin of ordinary people, the chin is broken and the brain is concussed. The other is directly bombarded.
But Zhao Jingjing, just shook his head slightly, nothing at all.
Look at that Han Lei, hard to eat Zhao Jingjing this hand hammer, but some are not good.
His eyes were slightly congested, and it was obvious that the brain was hurt.
"Zhao curator is really good at boxing."
Han Lei licked his head and pressed the vertigo in his mind.
"It’s still a little better for the Korean curator."
Zhao Jingjing said politely, "I am only physically stronger than the ability to strike."
"No, Director Zhao, I am willing to go down the wind."
Han Lei waved his hand. "If it wasn't for the last minute, Zhao cursed his hand and did not hit my temple. I had already been killed directly on the spot. Under the admiration, Zhao curator won."
Although Han Lei is a member of the Wushu Association, there are still some bones.
He arched his hand and left the center of the field, and was helped by his own disciples to sit down.
"Well, who will come next time?"
Zhao Jingjing licked his fist and asked.
"Then let me come."
Lin Xinghai glanced at it and everyone seemed to hesitate, so he took the initiative and took a step forward.
These pavilions have good eyesight.
That Zhao Jingjing, the body resistance is simply first-class. In particular, her mastery of the law, the momentum is thunderous, sinking like a hang, obviously not a weak hand ~ EbookFREE.me ~ that Han Lei, among these people, ranking is in the forefront.
He couldn't do it, he was almost killed, and everyone else dared to illuminate.
Inside, people who are better than him, only Lin Xinghai and Nahong Shu.
Hong Shu is the president, how can he easily play?
Therefore, this Lin Xinghai became the second candidate.
"Oh, in the Xia Xinghai, the Eight Diagrams of the Palm is passed on. I did not expect that the curator of Zhao is not only beautiful, but also very handsome, only to applaud."
Although Lin Xinghai smiled, but everyone who knows him knows that this guy is a famous smiling face tiger.
Whoever provokes him, then the end is not a terrible one.
People laugh at you before, and people lick your knife. This is Lin Xinghai, the director of the Eight Diagrams Palm.
"If you are polite, don't say it."
Zhao Jingjing took two breaths and put out the starting style. "Get started."
"Then please."
Lin Xinghai did not rush to attack, but stepped on the dragon and walked around Zhao Jingjing. His mouth is always hung with a smile. As if, it is a hunter, waiting for his prey to hook.
(Call, although this chapter talks about more than 3,000 words, it is that I checked the information for two hours and read the video before I wrote it. Liu Jiaquan said that it was purely my own. But this eight Extremely punched, but it is well documented, so tired...)
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