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Chapter 5 Liu Xiping, the word door fist

At the gate, a young man in short clothes was leading a middle-aged man in a western-style shirt, trousers and leather shoes, and then crossed with Wu Qing and walked towards the screen door leading to the inner room.

This middle-aged man should be the genuine Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Ziqi also saw it, he was half joking, half acid,

"I'm also surnamed Zhang, why don't you invite me to take the seat too, I'm not just acting, so make people wait."

It's really good to wait, this wait until noon.

The bright sun never avoids people, the sun is getting higher and higher, and the heat in the courtyard is rising. Liu Xiping's apprentices who practice martial arts in the courtyard have moved their positions again and again to avoid direct sunlight.

It's just that the patio was finally covered by bright and hot sunlight, so they stopped moving and started pouring cold water into their mouths.

Zhang Ziqi stared at them pouring cold water for nothing, but because he felt that he had been ridiculed by them earlier, he couldn't open his mouth to beg for water, his throat was dry.

He elbowed Wu Qing,

"Aren't you thirsty?"

"Thirsty." Wu Qing's complexion was even worse.

I thought it was just Xiao Hou, but unexpectedly, he was left hanging here for more than two hours.

At this time, the figure of the young man in short clothes appeared on the verandah again, walking side by side with the authentic Mr. Zhang.The two are chatting.

The young man in short coat is smiling,

"What do Westerners look like? I often hear people say it, but I've never seen it."

Mr. Zhang has a kind face,
"I heard from Master Liu that you are eighteen this year? No wonder you haven't seen any Westerners. Westerners threw poison gas bombs and closed our country 15 years ago. You were only three years old. I haven't seen any Westerners for a long time. In short Not good-looking, blond and blue-eyed, not human..."

Dagan Republic of China is very similar to the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China in Wu Qing's previous life, but there is one thing that is very different.

Fifteen years ago, Western countries were fighting in chaos, and poison gas bombs were thrown everywhere, directly isolating Qianguo from all other countries.

Wu Qing was surprised. Without foreign technology input, how did Qianguo produce bulk industrial commodities?
Don't mention it for now.

During the conversation, the young men in short clothes passed by Wu Qing again.

When the young man in short clothes sent Mr. Zhang out and came back again, the smile on his face was gone. He said to Wu and Zhang impatiently,
"My master has a wide range of contacts. There will be guests coming later. I don't have time to see you. You can go."

Zhang Zaiqi scolded angrily before he could speak.

Wu Qing moved her wrist joints, and said to the young man in short clothes,
"I think you may have misunderstood."

"I'm not mistaken, you can get in the door? I..."

The disdainful words of the young man in short clothes were interrupted by Wu Qing's raised hand,
"We're not here to do business, we're here to kick the hall."

"Ah."

The corners of the short-clothed young man's mouth just curled up a little bit of sarcasm, and the wind of the fist blew across his face, and then he widened his eyes, staring at the fist that was less than one centimeter away from his own face.

"I'm not making you laugh."

Wu Qing's non-salty words reached the ears of the young man in short clothes. He gave a flash, and then dodged back in fear, bypassing Wu Qing, and ran towards the screen door, shouting.

"You wait!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zaiqi scratched his head, and almost screamed belatedly,

"What are you doing?"

"Look for Liu Xiping."

Wu Qingyun clasped his arms across his chest calmly.

Zhang Ziqi's worry was written on his face,
"You just said you were kicking the gym. You should be drinking tea. Look at the ten apprentices in the courtyard, which is twice as many apprentices as the Tongzhi Martial Arts Gym. Liu Xiping must be stronger than Master Zhao of the Tongzhi Martial Arts Gym. Yes."

Wu Qing scratched his ear,

"I'm anxious to hear Jacky Cheung's concert."

Zhang Ziqi, who was in a hurry to get angry, was confused, what is the concert?Who is Jacky Cheung?

The young man in the short coat left quickly and returned quickly, following a lean man with a goatee and a long white gown out of the screen door step by step.It is Liu Xiping, the owner of Xiping Wuguan.

The young man in short clothes walked over to Liu Xiping's side, and pointed a finger at Wu Qing with his right hand.

Liu Xiping glanced at the short-clothed young man's fingers, and cursed at the short-clothed young man,

"Can't you just send these two little brats away? I have to deal with anyone who comes to kick the gym. I don't have to do other things. What I taught is a Yewuxia?"

The young man in short clothes lowered his head and didn't dare to answer, he didn't dare to say that he didn't even defend Wu Qing's first punch.

Liu Xiping let out a "hum" breath from his nasal cavity, he knew that there must be something wrong when he saw the disciple's lowered eyebrows, and he was too lazy to ask.

"Call those two people over, and then call over all your juniors, and I'll teach you how to punch Zimen."

In fact, there was no need for the young man in short clothes to shout, Wu Zhang and Liu Xiping's other disciples had already approached.

Liu Xiping scolded too much.

Liu Xiping's disciples looked at Wu Qing and whispered to each other, not a sneer,
"Xiao Yazi also learns how to kick the gym?"

"It's hard to mix martial arts nowadays, let's get ahead."

"Then you have to pick a wild family, it's making people laugh."

With a relaxed posture, Liu Xiping looked at Wu Qing who was approaching, and explained to the disciples who surrounded him,

"The essentials of the horoscope of Zimen Quan, push and grab, hold and suck, all fall on a soft one, use softness to overcome rigidity. The sticking force of the shot is tight and straight, and the three points of pressing and holding are borrowed from the other's strength. It also pays attention to static braking, especially avoid Move blindly, but..."

Liu Xiping's eyes fell on Wu Qing's chest, with disdain on his face,

"But if you can understand the depth of the enemy, don't waste time. You can also explore the reality first, and the enemy's weakness..."

In the middle of Liu Xiping's speech, Wu Qing, who was still five steps away from him, flew towards him in an instant, punching fast and hard.

Like a caged hound.

Although he was caught off guard, Liu Xiping's experienced experience made Liu Xiping react instantly.

Bend your right knee and take a step forward, and make eight steps with your left foot. At the same time, your left hand acts as a dragon claw palm, and twists from left to right to catch Wu Qing's fist. Place your right hand in front of your abdomen as your back hand.

He looked at Wu Qing as if he didn't see the posture he made, and he didn't change his movements, and sneered in his heart.

Sneak attack?Sure enough, Ye Wuxia is nothing more than that.

As soon as he grabbed Wu Qing's left punch, he pulled back hard, pulling Wu Qing closer. Da Yuan slammed Wu Qing's face violently.

Unexpectedly, Wu Qing also changed from her back foot to her front foot, and took a fierce step forward. Not only that, she suddenly became two inches shorter, and her whole body was almost close to Liu Xiping. Go down the empty door.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Liu Xiping hurriedly defended with his right hand, but just as he let go of Wu Qing's fist with his left palm, he realized that Wu Qing's left hand turned into a claw, and turned to hold him tight.

The two couldn't keep half an inch apart.

Liu Xiping could only watch helplessly as Wu Qing's right elbow hit his armpit with a muffled sound, and suddenly a sharp pain went from the armpit to his forehead.

Liu Xiping is worthy of being a famous martial artist in Yu Jiang. Even if he lost his momentum under the severe pain and his body could not help but lean back, he still did not forget to press down on his right hand and then lift it up. While stabilizing his center of gravity, he took a big step forward with his right foot, forcing Retire Wu Qing and form a T-shaped pile.

The body sank again, half-squatting like a tiger, with the center of gravity on the left leg, and the two hands were forward, crossed to block the face.

Fuhu style.

But Liu Xiping immediately realized that the gleam of light coming through his fingers was fleeting, and the hands protecting his face were suddenly in sharp pain, and a force was pushed against his face, causing his neck to fall back and his nose to bleed.

Not only that, Wu Qing hit a knee and then kicked Liu Xiping to the ground with a side shin kick.

"Gah..."

The disciples of Liu Xiping, who were having a lively discussion, fell silent, and some of them had a short apprenticeship, only to see their teacher being crushed and beaten, and then knocked to the ground by Wu Qing's knee.

However, the apprentices who have been apprenticed to the teacher for a long time and have practiced Zimenquan thoroughly have seen the way.

Their teacher completely performed the "Shake Lian Big Hand" in the Zimen fist push and Zijue. Even though the opponent cooperated in this way, he was pressed and beaten, and then he was hit by a knee and knocked down to the ground.

There is no fighting back.

Where did such a sharp kid come from?

(End of this chapter)