Boxing is divided into north and south. There are many types of boxing in the north. Among them, Tai Chi, Bagua, and Xingyi are the most outstanding, followed by Baji, Eagle Claw, Stab Foot, Twelve-way Tan Kou, Mantis, Tongbei, and Yan Qingqiao.

This northern style of fighting is also well known to the world.

Nowadays, troubled times are brewing. Since the hero Huo Yuanjia founded the Jingwu Association in Shanghai, the trend of martial arts has gradually increased and even become extremely popular. There is a saying of "Northern Boxing spreading to the South". These northern boxing styles are now talked about by people.

, the reputation is in full swing.

It is said that there are martial arts halls all over Guangzhou, and martial arts masters from all walks of life gather together, blending together from the north to the south. It can be regarded as the largest martial arts gathering in modern times.

To sum it up, Yanzimen is barely one of the northern boxing styles. Why do you say it is barely? That’s because to put it more clearly, they are a group of people who walk on the eaves, or worse, they are thieves.

But it is a masterpiece.

In the past few years, there were one or two characters in the "Swallow Gate" who did some embarrassing things, and people in the world showed their love and gave them face.

But after all, he is still a thief. Regardless of whether he is a righteous thief or a grand thief, he will never be able to shed his low-level skin.

"Boy, do you want to take over this?"

The man was kicked in the chest, his face was pale, his eyes were cloudy, his hair was messy, and there were a few pockmarks on his face.

The other one is shorter and thinner, just like a monkey, with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, slightly bulging eyes, protruding cheekbones, and two mustaches on his upper lip.

Su Qing held the cigarette between his fingers and exhaled the smoke in his mouth. Two wisps of white mist came out of his nose like two white dragons.

"call--"

He exhaled and smiled. "Look what you said, you were deaf before? Besides, are you two the only ones qualified to argue with me? Don't get me wrong, I just want to beat you two to death. Of course,

If you can, you can beat me to death!"

The two of them looked at each other, and the short man flicked his wrist, and a short knife about a foot long slipped out of his sleeve. The back of the knife was black and the blade was shiny. He jumped forward, like a swallow flying before the rain, stepping on the wall on both sides of the alley to borrow it.

With great strength, he rushed over after a few steps and slashed the blade towards Su Qing's neck.

As for the remaining pockmarked man, he shouted in a low voice and rushed over. He turned his waist, moved his feet in succession, one step at a time, and kicked his legs in turn, as fast as the wind, but with just one breath, his toes had already swept towards him.

Su Qing intercostal space, waist and abdomen.

The two of them really cooperated perfectly when going up and down.

Su Qing put the cigarette into his mouth calmly, pursed his lips, and sneered vaguely: "Mandarin duck feet?"

This is also the more famous method in the "North Leg". As the saying goes, "The hands are two doors, and you rely on the legs to hit people." Three points for hand kicks and seven points for kicks. This was Wu Song's unique skill at that time.

Unfortunately, it also depends on who does it.

As soon as the cigarette was put into his mouth, he moved. His body suddenly turned to one side, and a leg kicked across his chest and passed by him. As soon as one leg passed, the other leg was already coming. The entrance to the alley was already narrow.

, the short man was hanging upside down like a monkey on a golden hook, with his feet hooked on the corners of the wall, hanging upside down, and slashing him from above with a knife.

Su Qing seemed to see the danger in this. He bent his knees, bent over and fell backwards. He exerted force with his feet and slid out close to the ground. The short knife and the sweeping sword flew dangerously past the door in front of him.

One by one failed.

Then he rolled over on the spot, and taking advantage of the moment of movement, he quietly pressed lightly on Mazi's waist and abdomen.

But it's not over yet. Su Qing's feet jumped. He did a somersault in the air and used Kuixing Kick. His right leg was like a pillar holding up the sky, a scorpion barb, and his leg was swept out like a whip. The kick hit the ground with a "snap" sound.

The knife hit the wrist of the short man holding the knife in the air, and the knife flew away. Then he turned around and poked Mazi's Yuzhen point with his index finger.

Three people missed each other.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Su Qing turned over and landed on the ground.

Mazi ran forward a few steps without losing any momentum, bumped his head against the wall, his body seemed to have lost all strength, and he fell to the ground with a plop. He was urinating and bleeding from his crotch. His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he looked at Su Qing.

His lips were slightly open, he struggled only a few times, then tilted his head and ran out of breath.

The short man seemed to be frightened by this neat killing method, his eyes widened, and he held his right hand and was about to speak out, but when he saw Su Qing landing, his legs kicked off, just like a shooting star chasing the moon, just like he did before, he was on both sides of the alleyway.

He stepped on the wall to gain strength, and his legs changed from left to right. In a blink of an eye, he was running up to four or five meters high. He just said "come down", and his right leg came down from the top, sweeping down in the air like an axe, and he was in the middle.

That man's waist and abdomen.

"Wow!"

A cry of pain.

The short man felt as if his five internal organs had shifted. His stomach was filled with turmoil. There was a sweet feeling in his throat, and he choked out a wisp of blood.

"It seems that you guys are not that good, and your martial arts training is not good either!"

After Su Qing landed, he dusted off his clothes and walked up to the short man. He lowered his eyelids and looked down at him: "Let's talk about it, besides your Yanzimen, who else is responsible for this matter?"

While asking, he kicked the short man who was trying to get up back to the ground.

"Bagua Sect? Or is there something else?"

The short man was shocked and shocked.

"Ahem - what you just used was the Kung Fu passed down from the palace? No wonder - ah -"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly let out a scream, because the little finger of his hanging right hand was being stepped on by a leather shoe, causing him to sweat profusely in pain.

"I said, I said, it's Mr. Ma who wants to stand up for the Bagua Sect!"

"Is he the only one?"

Su Qing held a cigarette and asked lightly.

"There's also the Xingyimen. Really, I've said everything I need to say, you,"

At this point, without further explanation, a toe pecked at his temple like a dragonfly touching water, and the short man also followed in the footsteps of Mazi.

"The orphans and widows will not be spared, they should be killed!"

Su Qing looked at the two corpses on the ground expressionlessly, reached out and took out a handful of silver coins from his suit, threw them away, and turned around and walked out of the alley.

Since they became famous, Su Qing and the others naturally had some savings, and soon they bought a courtyard house in the east end of the city. I heard that a Manchu prince once lived there, Cheng Dieyi

He and his mother lived there and hired a few maids. Sometimes he would stay there for two days when he had nothing to do.

After leaving the alley, Su Qing called a rickshaw and hurried over slowly. They had just entered the house.

"Xiaoqing, you are finally back. In just these few breaths, Dieyi has been saying it back and forth more than twenty times. If you don't come back, the sky will probably fall!" Duan Xiaolou was already at the door.

After waiting, she immediately smiled when she saw him coming back. Although the words in her mouth were a bit teasing, her eyes looked back and forth at Su Qing. She was relieved to see that it was intact.

Without Eunuch Zhang's affairs, the three of them have been like brothers for so many years. He and Duan Xiaolou have no father or mother. Cheng Dieyi's mother is also caring for them. After the hard days, they are actually good people.

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When entering the door, Su Qing smoked a cigarette. She didn't look like she had just killed someone. She smiled and said, "Okay, now it seems I have to punish myself with a drink! What delicious food did you make? It smells so delicious!"

"

"Guess?"

"Braised lion's head?"

"Hey, your nose is really that of a dog!"
Chapter completed!