I, Wudang’s Shepherd, Signed In For 50 Years

"Why? Don't you believe it?"

Wan Xingzhou twitched his mouth, and said somewhat irritably: "Sir, this joke is not good at all..."

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Before he finished speaking, he saw the opponent's feet slip a few times, and he saw a flash. Before he could see clearly, a clenched fist was already on the tip of his nose.

Wan Xingzhou was horrified. It is a compulsory homework for their martial artists to practice their skills and reactions.

The so-called fast eyesight and fast hands, even if it is not as exaggerated as the legendary martial arts high powerhouse, but if you want to be able to react to it, you can even bully yourself with a few steps, this is absolutely impossible!

Is he really Yang Luchan? !

"Boy, here will be a disaster here, in a foreign country, Sails people should support each other more. Would you like to protect the overseas Sails people as your own duty and keep the Sils compatriots safe?"

Without any hesitation, Wan Xingzhou immediately replied: "I am willing, but I have practiced martial arts for many years, but facing those zombies, there is really no power to fight!"

"hehe, now The martial arts learned by martial artists are fragmented, how can they be useful? This is "Primal Chaos Fist", you study hard, those living corpses, but you."

while speaking , Yang Luchan handed out a slightly old blue thread-bound book, Wan Xingzhou showed a surprised look, cupped both hands, and took the book nervously.

Primal Chaos Fist, he has naturally learned some.

Flicking through a few pages at will, although the theory of boxing classics and boxing theory is not much similar to what he has learned before, the map of moves and the main points of action are more varied and varied.

Sairs martial arts are divided into two types: Nanquan and Beiquan. Beiquan has Xingyi, Baji, Taiji, Sanhuang Pao Hammer, etc., while Nanquan is based on Hong, Liu, Cai, Li, and Tiger Crane. , I character Fuhu, Wing Chun, etc. as representatives.

The north fist opens and closes, pays attention to long-range strikes, like sunrise on the top of Mount Tai, in the open, jumping vertically, stretching generously, using fierce moves, and pursuing strong confrontation.

Nanquan is short bridge and inch strength, pay attention to speed and slowness, like a moon hanging on a small bridge, in the bamboo forest, wide and sinking horses, fast and compact, force at the waist, pursuing the combination of long and short.

The birth of these two styles stems from the differences in geography and humanities in the north and south over a long period of time, especially after the emergence of Yue Family Sanshou, the differences between Nanquan and Beiquan have become more apparent.

Although there are many martial arts such as Eight Extremes Fist that belong to northern boxing, but have strong characteristics of southern boxing, in general, the difference between north and south is still obvious.

Chapter 666 Derogatory Words

Until the five tigers went to the south of the Yangtze River, the northern boxing styles were introduced to Lingnan, creating the current situation of integration of the north and the south, especially like Wan Xingzhou. Those who study boxing overseas are more involved in both the north and the south, and they can't tell me.

But the "Primal Chaos Fist" presented in front of him

is something he has never touched before. The "qi" you have experienced!

To know the term Qigong, it has long been contaminated by the so-called Qigong Masters as a derogatory term.

Nowadays, when you talk about qigong, nine out of ten people will snort disdainfully about it, with a face of disbelief. The remaining one is either not interested in martial arts, or is the person who was snort disdainfully.

In short, no one who likes or understands Sails martial arts still believes in the concept of "Qi", an extremely mysterious and abstruse.

Wan Xingzhou naturally did not believe it.

When he saw the content of "qi" recorded in the "Primal Chaos Fist" in his hand, he subconsciously wanted to question.

But before the words were spoken, I suddenly remembered the scene when Yang Luchan had just landed in the dust, and forcibly swallowed the words in my stomach.

Even zombie appeared.

What is the question of the existence of "qi".

At least this senior’s lifting the heavy as if it were light is definitely not what the old masters in dojo who have been immersed in Cels martial arts for several decades can do.

"Practicing my boxing score is my Direct Disciple. Revered Master reiterated that this is the foundation. If you don’t believe it in your heart, it’s too late to repent now. I will never force it."

Yang Luchan With a calm face and a flat tone, Wan Xingzhou couldn't help but feel nervous. He quickly bent down, knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Xingzhou dare not, Xingzhou visit Master!"

It is clear in my heart that whether he believes it or not, a homeless overseas Syers has nothing to worry about being deceived.

Yes if.

This boxing score is true.

Facing those zombies outside, he has the possibility of surviving.

This time.

Yang Luchan, played by Lin Chuan, is suddenly frowned.

looked thoughtful towards in midair not far away, a silhouette flashed by, suddenly lifted up, jumped up the high wall in one step, flew out of the dojo in three or two, chasing towards the silhouette .

"Master! Master!"

Wan Xingzhou still has a lot of ignorance and confusion. Before he had time to ask, he saw the Master he had just recognized. The figure jumped and disappeared from him. In sight, he couldn't help but chased twice.

"Wan Junior Brother, what happened?"

In the corridor, a little stubble was left under a nod, and it looked older, probably more than 30 years old. The brawny man, who is slightly frowned, looked at Wan Xingzhou suspiciously, and asked loudly.

His face is cold and resolute without showing vicissitudes of life, with sharp edges and corners but a full atrium, deep-set eye sockets but not shameless, thin lips, high nose, and thick dead calluses on his hands.

At first glance, I stayed in dojo for many years.

"Ah? Senior Brother Xiao, why are you here?"

Xiao Feng, also known as Bruce Xiao, his ancestors settled in Liga, North America, in Texas. Some less serious industries.

He was born with a strong body. Normally, in addition to boxing, he also likes racing at night, so he was nicknamed: the macho boxer, the night Knight.

The joking is joking, although Xiao Feng is not often in dojo, but the impression of him by the senior and junior brothers is unanimously praised.

In fact, if it weren't for his regular donations, this dojo might have already closed down.

Since ancient times, rich fight while the poor write, can't even keep up with nutrition, what kind of martial arts?

After all, in this era, even if you want to learn some skills for self-protection, most of them still choose the kind of quick entry and quick results.

Sears, who practiced on March 9th in winter and practiced dormant in summer, passed through martial arts, but he has not been accepted very much in a foreign country.

Wan Xingzhou flipped his wrist subconsciously and clenched his fist sheet tightly. After putting his index finger and middle finger together against his back in his hand, he took the initiative to greet him with a pretentious expression of ease.

"The movement outside is much smaller. Everyone is going to organize people to go out and have a look. You have to get in touch with the outside. It's not a problem to be stuck here."

Xiao Feng seems to be a little bit I didn't see Wan Xingzhou's actions, solemnly replied.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, Wan Xingzhou felt calm, and adjusted the focus of his fingers on the fist sheet by shaking his body while walking, lest one fell out without grasping it firmly.

Although he is wearing a silly mushroom head, it does not mean that he is really an iron silly.

Not to mention that Yang Luchan did not say that he could pass it to other people when he passed on his "Primal Chaos Fist", but now that Xiu Si Dun looks like a doomsday, he does not dare to fist. Let others know about the spectrum.

"This is a good thing, is there enough manpower?"

When he walked in front of Xiao Feng, Wan Xingzhou looked a little nervous. He acted the other way and took the initiative to come up. I just don't want the latter to be suspicious.

But obviously his psychological quality is not enough to support him to complete such a difficult behavior.

Xiao Fengman casually said: "The manpower is naturally enough, why? You want to go?"

After all, zombie has only appeared for less than a day. Although it is scary and scary, but dojo There are some blood energy Fang Gang men, whose courage has not been scared yet, and now speaking of which is out, there are still crowds of answers.

Wait for a longer time trapped in dojo, when they discover that the entire Shusseton has become a zombie paradise, and when their fear turns into despair.

It is difficult for so many people to actively cooperate.

After all.

Everyone wants to live.

Wan Xingzhou was taken aback. He was polite. He didn't expect Xiao Feng to ask him that, but he happened to be a little worried about his fateful mother and annoying younger brother.

"When will we leave?"

Xiao Feng's eyelids were slightly trembled, and he glanced at his wrist without a trace.

"In an hour."

"If Junior Brother wants to go, I will go too."

"My car skills, you know."

On the way back to the hall, Wan Xingzhou went to the bathroom under the pretext of urinating, put the boxing sheet in the clothes on the inner side and put it close to the body, then came out quickly, and followed Xiao Feng to the curator to sign up The team going out.

Although the curator is quite reluctant to let the dojo gold master go out for adventure, he has to admit that his driving skills are indeed very good. With him, even if they are in danger, these people come back safely. The probability will be greatly improved.

Yes, compared to the young and courageous dojo boxers, the curator is very clear in his heart that no official staff from the Liga district in North America has come here for so long since the appearance of zombie.

The scale of these zombies must be larger than they thought, so that the rescue team has also fallen into a bitter battle and a stalemate.

Obviously.

The curator was only half right.

The scale of zombie is indeed larger than they thought.

But the rescue team stayed outside of Xiusdun and had no intention of getting closer.

When Soden called the hexagonal building, the congressional authorization that he thought would be easy to get was unexpectedly hindered. Even some members of the same camp as him stood in the opposition.

Chapter 667: insect race

The troops of the war side stayed outside Xiusdun, standing by.

Although without the permission of the Congress, Shoudeng, as the chief consul, still has the power to dispatch war operations first, and then seek supplementary authorization from the Congress.

But inside the hexagonal building, there are also differences on this action.

It's up to now.

The clear comprehension is clear, it is obvious that someone is doing something.

It’s just that he doesn’t understand. Isn’t the opponent afraid that zombie’s situation will get out of control?

In an unremarkable single-family villa in Brooklyn, a young man with short shoulder-length red hair, a delicate and pretty face, delicate features and a weird tattoo on his arm is heavily sighed .

Looking at the red proverb on the screen, he looked a little helpless.

"Can these guys stop making trouble like this? I really don't want to play hanbok! Ahhh is so much fun to fight with Europe and the United States!"

The boy slumped, Holding the mouse to click off the obstructive failure, the eyeballs turned, and the turning seemed to be a way of thinking, the right hand clenched a fist and slapped it on the palm of the left hand.

"It's unrealistic to do it against you, but wait for a while. It's okay to wait for me to be the king. Old Brothers, blame me."

flashed and disappeared in front of the computer.

Below the post-war dialog, several id's sprayed him frantically, leaving behind a series of Hangul words that people could not understand.

……

Yang Luchan possessed by Lin Chuan Yang God.

After chasing that silhouette through two blocks in a row, I almost caught up with that silhouette when I was almost in the Central Region of Chinatown.

The silhouette is a bit ragged, his face is blue, his eyes are muddy, and he looks silent, like a walking rock.

It feels exactly the same as Zhang Parker.

It was one of the four men and three women who were scared off by Lin Chuan's body and fled in all directions.

"Sure enough!"

Lin Chuan let out a violent shout, and his figure speeded up suddenly, rushing to the side and back of the silhouette, the right hand was about to put his shoulders on him, and grab him.

Unexpectedly, the silhouette's shoulder blades suddenly split, and dozens of black insects were shot out.

Although Lin Chuan is not afraid of these black insects, he does not want to waste his hanging silk puppets being eaten away by them. After all, it is quite hard to pinch his face.

So I hid for a few times and passed the dozens of black insects. I still caught up with the opponent unabated, and hit the opponent's back with a punch.

The latter immediately fell to the ground at a faster speed, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"peng peng peng!"

There was a sudden explosion behind Lin Chuan. After the black insects landed, they blew up the surrounding buildings in an instant. The formidable power is comparable to conventional Airborne small-diameter shells.

Lin Chuan immediately thought of the few insect race celestial files he had seen in the intelligence files in his previous life.

"Blastworm"

The non-self-conscious insect race celestial and accessory product, which can be produced by the High Rank celestial being, or carried by other celestial beings, which can trigger the equivalent of five kg of explosives Explosion.

Lin Chuan's eyes are cold, looking towards the dust, his face is not good.

Although these "burst insects" are not a threat to him, they are extremely fast for such a small target. It is equivalent to a small black insect with five kg of explosives. For the Ground Alliance team, it is definitely not small. Threat.