Romance of Dragons and Snakes

“Young man, good kung fu, don't have to waver like that. ”

After Zhao Guangrong dissolved the spinning force on Lin Shifeng, he put his hands under his ribs, his divine state was very diffuse, and he didn't mean to do it, but Wang Chao felt that his whole shelf had gathered together and held him vigorously, as if he was going to make a thunderstorm at any time.

Wang Chao kung fu was high, his eyes were high, and rarely had rivals in the world. Naturally, it can be seen that Zhao Guangrong placed this under the ribs, slightly lifted the handframe, is the "divine boxing" in the type 32 Tai Ancestor Fist. One hand must be like a divine attachment, unparalleled power.

But Wang Chao didn't want to be here, so he started without a word. After all, Tang Gan kindly kissed the opening party of the General Assembly. The big man on both sides didn't say the last two words, so it was ridiculous to divide life and death. Moreover, Zhao Guangrong is the Tang Gan Zhong, if injured and killed, it is Tang Gan's own power that is lost.

Wang Chao can see that he is also a personality, a man of high martial arts, and a man of his own lifetime only. Of all the martial arts talents he has seen, only Walton Down Lotus Creek can compete with him. Such a person would definitely be a right-handed talent with left shoulder if he could integrate Tang Gan and follow Tang Zidu's arrangements.

“I've never been afraid of anyone, not to mention many or absolutely few people I've seen in my life. As for my identity, it is not high or low, but compared to Lin, Zhao and his two masters, it is also similar, there is absolutely no reason to call uncle Hu Uncle. It was Master Lin who wanted to test my handle. Master Zhao, if you can see my style, can you help me? Don't rush. Today is the date of our Nanyang Tangmen cordial council meeting. Everyone gathers, Xiyang's, opens the door and consults, but there are some occasions and times regardless. Let's just wait. ”

In the face of Zhao Guangrong's implicit attack shelf, Wang Chao similarly did not move a sound. Just talk softly, not overwhelmed, not warm, flat to the extreme.

“Huh, that's fine. I want to see who you really are.” Zhao Guangrong put down his hand slightly, dispersed the shelf of “Divine Fist" and turned to Lin Shifeng: “Brother Lin, let's go inside. ”

Lin Shifeng ate a small loss, and just now he was in danger of making a big fool of himself. He already had palpitations in his heart like Wang Super Goddess's boxing technique. Although his heart was dissatisfied, his breath was blocked. But it is also understood that if we compare our losses, it must be ourselves.

He has power, guns and horses, but he did not bring them today, and this is the home camp of Tangmen in the South Ocean. Tang Zidu Jiwei was there, and he didn't dare to suffer, so he made trouble with his own family. So this loss has to be tolerated. Who called him less skilled than man.

“Brother Zhao, this man's martial arts is really unpredictable. If you really want to fight him, be careful not to have any slight enemies in mind. Besides, did you just see the details of this guy? This man's martial arts, like he is good at Tai Chi boxing, and the number of martial arts is not the same as Tang Zidu's, is it not Tang Zidu's heir?” After walking into the auditorium, Lin Shifeng lowered his voice to Zhao Guangrong.

Turns out he just lost his temper. He also saved the idea of trying Wang Super Hand, so that Zhao Guangrong can see the strength of Wang Super completely. His martial arts are not weak either. Shaolin is willing to put his fists into practice. He practises ten-fold spirituality. He is surrounded by centipede centipede and festival fluctuations. Of course, there is a nickname called “centipede of fire”, which means he is poisonous and harsh and spicy.

“I don't think the identity of this person is simple, it's not an anonymous generation, I didn't just say that I'm not high or low, I'm definitely a famous person. The essence of Tang Zidu's boxing technique is all in a series of dragon snake strikes, with ever-changing content. But it is also a dragon-shaped serpent stripped from the shape of Italian fist. Just now, this person's crotch beat, merging the circular serpent-shaped disintegration into Tai Chi ‘disk beating people'. It is not necessarily Tang Zidu's passing martial arts. Don't worry, I won't take it lightly. ”

Zhao Guangrong is a character. From the moment he saw Wang Chao and Lin Shifeng do it, he had already seen the rough work. Wang Chao Tai Chi fist “backward monkey” could actually grab the wrist, push a section of bone to control the movement of bones all over his body. Then, the two types of "blacktail” “knee stroke” technique were normal, but the strength and blood grabbed delicate, suddenly natural, the last note of collision, even more like the Spirit of the Bai Gods, superb out of vulgarity. So he immediately put aside any contempt and made Wang Chao a powerful enemy.

Wang Chao did not notice him, he still focused on the Jianghai, but found that Jianghai was only making out with the little girl around him, and was wiped. If no one else bites his ear to talk, as if his own little conflict with Lin Shifeng just now, it did not attract his attention.

Boom, boom, boom! A string of big red firecrackers rang outside the auditorium, and then raging loudly, in front of the square of the auditorium on an empty floor, a dozen big dancing golden hair, big red hair, green hair, yellow hair, white hair, black fur lion mental health, big eyes blinking, tending to jump, on a bench built by a tall wooden bridge stool, playing with fur, all fighting against a basket of bright colored balls placed on many layers of eight fairy tables in the center of the square.

This is the dance lion harvest, and every time the overseas Chinese hold a grand event, the ritual lasts forever. These lions are all from Tang Gate. The disciples of the various martial arts halls dance lions, compete for colorful balls, grab the lions after, get more honor from local celebrities to light their eyes with ju sandpen, and a lot of money “colorful head”, so every lion dance is very intense, don't make a scene, and of course, there is no lack of blood fights for colorful robbery.

Firecrackers, drums, lions dancing happily. This big fuss attracted people's attention and attention to the past. Just now Wang Chao and Lin Shifeng's little unpleasant feelings, as if no one had paid any more attention and mentioned it.

Even Wang Chao himself, with a dozen brightly colored new lions fiercely fought, thoughts flew, felt the ancient traditional etiquette of the Chinese generation living in foreign countries, compared to the domestic, but not a flavor.

A strong white fur lion, the most prestigious, on a high horse bench, slammed straight into each other, those lions, they were not opponents. Wang Chao saw that the lion was made up of two people, but two proud disciples of Baiquan Yiwu Hall. The martial arts of the two disciples adhered to the short horse take-off and landing of Bai Quan Yi Shaolin Leopard fist, good at jumping hooked shelves, stable horse steps, jumping and moving, strong balance, no less than those of the Olympic champions who spin freely on the balancing wood. And the rest of the lion-dancing martial arts disciples, obviously, are missing something.

White lions slammed straight into each other, the rest of the lions landed on horses, and finally approached the stacked Eight Immortals table in the center of the square, suddenly wandering along the edge of the table, a few flipped up and landed, reaching the top, holding the colored ball, jumping down, happily running to Tang Zidust in front of a bunch of people.

Undoubtedly, the head of the Lion Dance Convention was robbed by the White Springs Martial Arts Hall. Now the lion brings the ball, first with the colorful head, and second with the dust of Tang Zidu with the ju sandpen to light his eyes.

Today's celebrity millionaire, famous boxers, but only Tang Zidu, the Tang Gate Master, is qualified to light the lion's eyes with a sandpen.

Unexpectedly, just at this critical moment, Wang Chao suddenly heard Tang Zidu's voice gently over his ear: “Little brother, instead of me, give Colorful Head and light the lion's eyes.” Tang Zidu waved with his hand, and the girl behind him came up with a red tray that was already ready. The tray was filled with a plate of crimson sand, a brush stroke, and a check for $88,880.

Wang overdid a little bit, blunted his sleeve, picked up the snow and white wolf brush from the tray, licked the bright vermilion from the dish. At this point, the whole scene suddenly the raven was silent, and everyone's eyes focused on Wang Chao, who picked up the brush and turned to him.

Thousands of people, almost all of them from Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, the Philippines, even Myanmar, Thailand, Vietnam, Taiwan, said Tangmen Chinese celebrities are wealthy. The number and complexity of people are like cloudy seawater. Due to the complexity, from the beginning to the present, there is talk of each other, the crowd is like a vegetable market, there has been no pause, this sudden silent quiet of a raven, the comparison with just now is really too big. Can't help but make everyone feel different.

Although it is a simple ritual of sand pen dotting the lion's eyes, the meaning implies that almost everyone knows: "The Southern Ocean Tang Gate, it's time to change the helmsman.” Tang Zidu has really put things on the table.

“Wait a minute. ”

Suddenly the crow bird was silent, did not cause Wang Chao to take the pen hand any tremor, still lick Zhu Sand steadily, just as he was going to give the white lion's eyes, Zhao Guangrong suddenly collapsed one step and spoke. Since Tang Zidu has now officially put things on the table, he can no longer remain silent. Otherwise, after letting Wang overstep his eyes, he acquiesces in the matter.

“Purple dust, all of you present today, are the elders in our Southern Yangon Tangmen. Which one is not a celebrity? What qualification does your man have? Can you give the lion some eyes? Purple Dust, you want this little brother to take charge of the affairs of Tangmen in Nanyang, but he's inexperienced and afraid to shoulder this burden, right? ”

Zhao Guangrong looked at Tang Zidu.

Immediately after he spoke, the scene where the crows were silent was also talked about.

“Uncle, you're wrong. Master Wang Chaoshan is the director of the Tangshannei family boxing hall, the First National Art Master of Greater East Asia, the qualification to light the lion's eyes, or some. ”

Just as Wang Chao was about to talk, Jianghai suddenly smiled, stood up, the voice was not loud, but everyone heard very clearly.

(To be continued)