Ma San died just like that.

When the man put on his clothes and went out, everyone suddenly woke up and looked at Ma San, who was still struggling on the ground. He looked like a dying monkey, lying on the ground, curled up, vomiting blood, and his eyes were red.

Looking in the direction of the door, the tendons on the forehead are protruding like a horned dragon, with the muscles and bones exposed.

His throat bones were completely broken, and even if he had the ability to reach heaven, he would not be able to survive.

"What a ruthless killing technique!"

After a long while, someone felt the same and wiped away the cold sweat.

They could clearly see from the sidelines that the initial fight between the two sides was just to test and find each other's flaws. Although it looked earth-shattering, it actually only represented the strength of each other's strength, which could not explain anything.

But the key thing is that Ma San got impatient and revealed the real thing first.

Regardless of the fact that there are numerous sects in the north and south, with various types of boxing and various training methods, each one is hidden and tucked away, and all the names are scary. Once you really want to fight life and death, there are only a few moves at all. How can it be ordinary?

It's like helping each other. Before the fight, they put on a posture, save a face, and hide their clumsiness. They fought for dozens of rounds, and after the fight, they were willing to bow down and show sympathy to each other. In the end, not a single bit of skin was broken under the clothes.

Can it be compared?

Kung Fu is a skill that has been refined over time. The Chinese civilization has a long history, and Confucianism and Taoism are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. There is nothing wrong with being humble, but many people say "fight without fighting", but those things from our ancestors have been passed down from generation to generation.

Everything has changed.

The two words skill cannot be separated.

Skills are things on the surface, routines, tricks, postures, but the real foundation is skill and dexterity. This refers not only to what is seen with the eyes, but also to the unseen improvisations and strength in the hands.

, breath, eyesight, etc. Some people blindly pursue skills, and the result is that they become fancy sideshows and become a matter of honor.

So when it comes to life and death, how can it be so troublesome? Speed, strength, skills, and even each other's willpower and adaptability are all compared. Whoever is smarter will be able to stand. What matters is the moment between the thunder and thunder.

A moment.

This is what determines life and death.

Although there are many Kung Fu training techniques, few are actually useful in fighting. Only by learning and applying them flexibly, mastering the skills and understanding the skills, can you enter the true essence.

Some people lamented that the national crisis was at the forefront, and the strength of the two of them was destined to make a difference. They should have worked together to resist foreign enemies, but they didn't want to end up in a life-or-death situation.

To be honest, Su Qing was also in danger. If that punch hadn't hit his face, if he got hit from behind, it wouldn't be Ma San who would be lying on the ground.

He first struck back with an elbow. Ma San's punch missed, and he was bound to pursue the victory. However, this elbow blocked the opponent's offensive, forcing him to change from offense to defense. After blocking, Su Qing had room to breathe. The warrior under his ribs was strictly guarded.

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Ji, Ma San is in the air and his right arm has been extended. Su Qing will naturally not miss this opportunity. The buckle is his weak spot. As soon as he buckles, most of the energy in the Dantian is released, and the strength is dissipated. Su Qing

Only then did Qing take his life.

During the fight, Su Qing Anjin suffered a loss. Blood oozed from both arms, blood vessels under the skin ruptured, and his muscles and bones were injured. But injury is different from death.

Ma San's throat bone was completely broken, and only this part was enough.

One sentence.

The Gong family lost.

Gong Baosen looked at the still warm body of his apprentice with an expressionless face. He had raised Ma San and followed him since he was a child. The Gong family only had a daughter. In terms of status, Ma San was considered half a son. The child

He did something wrong and deserved punishment, but when he died, only he knew what he was thinking.

Not only did he lose his face, but he also lost his martial arts skills. Gong Baosen was silent for a long time, and the fan in his hand was rubbed into foam by him.

Looking at the people who were talking and looking at each other with different expressions, he closed his eyes.

"Take the body away!"

After saying that, he didn't want to stay too long. He gave instructions to the disciples of Xingyi Sect and left straight away.

"In my opinion, this matter is not over yet. Although what Masande taught is also true, the Gong family is famous for Baguazhang. He also has a daughter. This is the real thing. The Gong family has many disciples. How many of them are there?

I can bear this breath!"

Uncle Deng, who was senior and older, spoke.

"Huh, both parties have signed a life and death certificate. If the Gong family breaks the rules, even the last layer of fig leaf will be gone. Gong Baosen has lived a lifetime and will not be so confused!"

Brother Yong of Big Teapot looked at the body that was lifted on the ground with his hands behind his hands, his eyes filled with fear.

"The kung fu that boy practices is really damn evil!"

Jing Ban talked to the third sister in the crowd and said slowly: "That's because the kung fu they practice is for killing people. They pay attention to hiding skills rather than clumsiness. Don't look at the usual chatting and laughing, and don't show off your skills. Once you do it,

, full of murderous intent, this is a method that only the masters of Ouchi knew in the past, it is very powerful."

"It seems like it's going to be lively now. When Gong Baosen retired to the north, he was working with Ma San. Now that Ma San is dead, what does it mean? Haha, is it possible that this Chinese warrior will hand over to Nasu?

In Qing's hands, some people want to advance, some want to retreat, and it is estimated that many people will die!"

She looked at the dull Uncle Xu, and saw how famous Tai Chi Sect was back then. Yang Luchan was known as "Yang Invincible" and had never met an opponent in his life. The following generations also had an amazing reputation, but the further it passed, the more they lost their reputation.

The master's maiden name was Yang, and he was a master of Yang-style Tai Chi. When he saw it, his eyes fell on him, his cheeks trembled, and he said: "Don't look at me, that kid doesn't have anything to say about joining hands. When he moves his hands, he will

It's a life-threatening job. I heard that those who died in Beijing were all killed with weapons. They probably had something hidden under their hands. Also, there was a drop of blood. The fortune teller said that I would live to an 80-to-20 chance.

, we are only forty-two this year, I don’t want to spend half my life doing this.”

"Then let's see, there will always be people who can't help but come forward, and isn't there a dead guy from the Baji Sect who can't stop it?"

The third sister walked up to the footprints that Ma San had stomped on before, walking on her little feet with three-inch golden lotus leaves. She fell to the ground to share the gold, and stamped her feet to make the mark, which was all dead.

"Anyway, we southerners won't get involved in this kind of thing!"

A voice sounded.

Looking around, I saw a man with a gentle appearance and elegant demeanor walking down, followed by his wife.

Seeing Ma San being carried away, the man was a little silent and sighed. "There is a national crisis!"

After hearing this, those who were discussing seemed to remember something and became silent.

"Ip Man, are you leaving now?"

"You've finished listening to the music, why don't you leave?"

Ye Wen smiled, looked at the footprints on the ground, and led his wife past the crowd and out the door.

Not long after.

There were singing and dancing, laughter, music, and feasting again in the Golden Building. It was a wonderful place.

Pedri.

The whole family in the courtyard gathered around the table and looked at the moon through the light overflowing from the main hall.

The table was filled with food. The food was not exquisite, but rich.

Until familiar footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, approaching from far away. Not long after, Su Qing came back wearing a coat and holding a sword. Seeing everyone sitting in the courtyard, as if waiting for him, Su Qing couldn't help but be startled.

"What are you doing?"

"I think you are really confused. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight. Let's talk and get together!"

Aunt Chen smiled angrily.

"It's late at night, you pick up a sword——"

Suddenly, she stopped talking, her eyes changed, she stood up and walked forward quickly, but she saw the long and narrow wound on Su Qing's cheek.

"How did you get that face?"

Su Qing was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes, and belatedly discovered the silver-plate-like moon above his head. He wiped his face and tightened his cuffs. "On the way back, I didn't pay attention to my feet and fell."

wrestle."

"Hey, it's such a big deal. What if you leave a scar on your face? I'll get the medicine!"

"It's okay, don't make a fuss, it'll be fine in less than two days, you're tired of waiting, let's eat first!"

Having said that, they still couldn't suppress everyone's nervousness. After the medicine was applied, everyone continued to talk reluctantly. Seeing that the wound was not deep and nothing serious, they sat down around the table.

While chatting and joking, everyone held dishes, bought a rare flower carving, and had a few drinks.
Chapter completed!