Chapter 805: Master's Kung Fu

Chapter 805
Master Yan Lei smiled, then raised his hand and made a Tai Chi rise, his eyes fixed on Zheng Weidong.
Zheng Weidong raised his hands, protected his chest, and rushed forward. The huge body, like a tank, rushed over.
His charge, with strong wind, showed good strength, at least, ordinary people are not his opponents.
But at this time, Master Yan Lei took a step back in a hurry.
Seeing Zheng Weidong bow left and right, facing Yan Lei, there were just a few fierce straight punches.
Last time, Zheng Weidong used this fierce straight fist to knock Rongcheng's Taichi Master in five seconds.
This time, he wanted to repeat the trick.
Master Yan Lei, as expected, is a master, with a clear mind, a ‘cloud hand’ fisted at Zheng Weidong’s fist.
To be reasonable, if a tai chi genius selected from a million and developed Tai Chi strength, Zheng Weidong will be shaken away with the hand of the cloud.
Of course, such a master, even if he is a person, will not produce one after ten or twenty years of hard work.
However, Master Yan Lei naturally believes that he has this ability.
So, he flicked his hand over.
With a bang, Zheng Weidong's straight fist hit his arm severely, with a crisp sound, and suddenly Master Yan Lei's arm was broken.
"Ahhh!" Master Yan Lei screamed, busy, and instinctively stepped back.
However, Zheng Weidong has also practiced. This is an opportunity to attack. Of course, he can't just let it go.
Following that, he stepped forward, hitting out like rain with a straight fist.
Bang bang bang...
His heavy punches hit Master Yan Lei's chest, arms, and face one after another, making Master Yan Lei retreat hurriedly.
However, with Zheng Weidong's fist and his unstable center of gravity, he fell to the ground.
Zheng Weidong took a leap, rushed to Master Yan Lei's body, straddled Master Yan Lei's body, his fists followed like rain.
Papa--
Master Yan Lei was beaten to his head and immediately raised his hand: "I give up, I give up!"
"Ha ha."
At this time, Zheng Weidong didn't have the respect he had before. He sneered and glanced at Master Yan Lei who fell on the ground: "Traditional martial arts, really is a fake!"
As he said, he raised his hand: "I, Zheng Weidong, came to fight fakes. Thank you for your support!"
The audience who supported him listened, laughed, cheered, and rushed to tell each other that an amateur fighter had defeated a traditional martial arts master.
Zheng Weidong's face revealed a sacred brilliance, an image of a counterfeit fighter, which was deeply left on the screen and in the hearts of the audience.
Some people who support traditional martial arts saw the scene before them, dumbfounded, don't shake their heads secretly.
What else can they say?
As the saying goes, hearing is fictitious, seeing is believing.
Now that they have seen hard facts, what else is there to argue?
As a result, they also followed that traditional martial arts were nothing but a lie.
"Well, I, Zheng Weidong, are here to make things clear. If you want to beat me in traditional martial arts, I will accompany you at any time."
With a hint of ‘humility’, Zheng Weidong said arrogantly: "What kind of master, what kind of master, you have one, I will fight one."
After hearing Zheng Weidong's bold words, everyone cheered.
"Fang Chuan, shouldn't you go?" Tang Yueying asked quickly.
"Wait a minute, someone is going to get on." Fang Chuan twitched his mouth and looked aside, a young man about twenty-three or four.
This young man had been talking to his companions about his plans before.
It turned out that he was a traditional martial arts practitioner, and Kung Fu was uploaded by his ancestors. In his generation, only he is still practicing.
He is not ashamed of Zheng Weidong's hype of traditional martial arts under the pretext of fighting fakes.
So, he decided to go.
Fang Chuan swept away his spiritual consciousness and found that this person had an average aura, just an ordinary person who hadn't been able to train.
However, his muscles are knotted and full of explosive power. He is obviously a man who has worked hard and has worked hard.
He quickly walked out of the crowd and looked at Zheng Weidong: "I am the heir of Luojiaquan in Xiamen City. Zhang Jianshe has no reputation. I am an ancestor who served as a soldier. I followed a general named Luo who learned Luojiaquan. Going back to my hometown to teach boxing to make a living, pass it down to my generation!"
He said, and said: "Now, my eighteenth generation descendant of Luo Jiaquan, I officially challenge you Mr. Zheng Weidong."
Zheng Weidong looked at this building, he was young and strong, although he was shorter and smaller than himself, most of them were genuine.
He was in the limelight now, and he said that just now, so naturally he couldn't shrink back.
However, if you lose yourself, wouldn't it be a waste of all your previous efforts and laugh generously?
He hurriedly said: "Okay, I admire someone like you. However, I'm fighting fakes, and I don't know if you are a person who specializes in modern fighting and Sanda. You come to pick things on purpose. Let's make an appointment. , I will investigate and fight again in two days?"
"No need, right?" Zhang Jianshe smiled: "Mr. Zheng only needs to inquire a little and knows that our Zhang family in Xiamen City is the descendant of Luo Jiaquan."
"I can testify!" At this moment, an old man in a Tang suit came out, "I am old and can't beat it anymore, but this Xiao Zhang is indeed the heir of Luojiaquan in Xiamen City. The famous anti-Japanese general, General Luo Tianyou."
This old man stood up, and everyone recognized him. It turned out that he was the honorary president of the Xiamen Wushu Association and the contemporary descendant of Guo's Bajiquan in Xiamen, Guo Taichang.
"Old Mr. Guo Taichang, engaged in charity, recruiting disciples, and rarely receiving money, even if traditional martial arts is not as powerful as the legend, he is a respectable person."
"There is nothing wrong with Mr. Guo's words!"
"Leave aside the traditional martial arts, Mr. Guo has a trustworthy character, and he has never said how much he can fight."
At this time, some people in the martial arts circle in Xiamen recognized Guo Taichang and immediately admired him.
When Zheng Weidong heard this, he showed a hint of embarrassment: "Okay, Mr. Zhang, I took your challenge. How about playing here the day after tomorrow?"
"It is better to hit the sun than to choose a day."
At this moment, Fang Chuan also walked out. He suddenly interjected at a young age, but it was a little surprising, but his aura made people dare not say anything.
Fang Chuan looked at the crowd, gave Guo Taichang a junior gift, then smiled at Zhang Jianshe, and then said to Zheng Weidong: "Actually, you are hyping for fame and profit. Take a 10,000 step back and say, you are not hype, you are In order to fight fakes, you didn't use much energy just now. Let's fight today."
"Who are you and what qualifications do you have to speak here?" Zheng Weidong was a little angry.
Fang Chuan smiled and said: "I am not a person, but I am willing to give out 5 million today as a prize. Whoever wins will take it."
As he said, he raised the suitcase in his hand--this suitcase was taken out of the mustard space when he walked out just now.
Then he put the suitcase on his hand and opened the lid to reveal the safflower banknotes.