Dexiang, also known as the hometown of dragons and lions in Guangdong, has always been famous for its dragons and lions. It has started to rush, rush around, rush around, stalking the qilin, striking the dragon step, and shaking the lion's power. It requires powerful waist and horsepower. After hundreds of years of thinking and accumulation, it has been vented through the entire catharsis.

Since the combination of three sets of boxing techniques of lion dance, flying cloud step, and phoenix nodded, Dexiang has been known as the second martial arts town in Guangdong, and its reputation has become increasingly greater.

"Master Four, this time, I really have to ask Master Guo Jing to take action. We can't lose the face of our Guangdong boxers."

"I will never ask for help in Wulong for the rest of my life. This time I will be a good person. Please give me a look at my husband's relationship with Master Guo for many years."

In the welcoming pavilion, three old boxers with white beards were constantly bowing around the village head of Dexiang. Although these people are not old in Guangdong, they are old seniors in Guangdong martial arts. They have a very good reputation and like to support their juniors the most.

The township chief looked embarrassed: "Three masters, it's not that I don't let you in, but Master Guo disagrees, and I dare not make any claims."

"Chejiagou and Wuxiang Pavilion have been closed one after another. Now, among the great boxers in Guangdong, the only one who can come forward is Master Guo. You can't let those Japanese slaves step on our backbone and go to Beijing, otherwise what kind of face will we have in the future?"

The village chief gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then I'll urge you again."

After speaking, he left the pavilion, walked out of a quiet and elegant courtyard in the middle of Dexiang, knocked on the door, and said, "Master Guo, I am Lao Li."

As soon as the words fell, a little boy was wearing a kirin flower suit, carrying an iron lion the size of a water tank, frowned and said, "Old Li, I'm not telling you, Master Guo is meeting guests, what are you urging? The sky has not collapsed, why are you anxious?"

The village head said 'ah' and said, "It's not that I'm in a hurry, it's really those masters--"

"Wait!"

After waiting, the sunset was setting, and the gate still showed no sign of opening.

Even the last Guangdong boxing master no longer intends to support the scene? For a moment, even this old man who is not a martial arts master couldn't help but feel sad. Is the sunset setting?

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"Long-eyed fist, Buddha dragon fist, Yue family fist, Zhu family fist, ten-finger punch palm, Taiyi hook dragon hand, Yonghe eight shapes, and more than a dozen descendants of Guangdong fist species joined forces to challenge the envoy group, and they were defeated. Tsk tsk, the descendants of these small fist species are very strong compared to those who are fighting, but I'm afraid it's just like that," Zhu Sanchi laughed.

Zhu Baozai's third adopted son, the owner of the Iron Shark Ship, had left the messenger group and appeared here.

Guo Jing looked at him coldly, and after a while, he said, "What are the benefits of Zhu Baozai doing this? Aren't he just talking about peace with the court?"

"This is not something you should care about," Zhu Sanchi said with a smile: "As long as you know, if you don't interfere in this matter, your son will come back in a few days. If you interfere out of righteous indignation, it's hard to say."

When Guo Jing opened his phoenix eyes, a terrifying murderous aura burst out. Dozens of copper-headed iron lions on the hall door panel seemed to have spirituality, their mouths opened and closed, as if dozens of living unicorns were swaying in front of them.

The essence of the lion flying phoenix - hundreds of lions worship the unicorn!

This move is the combination of killer moves in the three sets of boxing techniques, which means that the Qilin goes out to patrol, the beasts subdue, and the evils are used to fusion the spirit of the boxer, and simulate the charm of the divine beasts such as lion, tiger, dragon, and unicorn. It is probably ten times stronger than the combined attack of two beasts such as tiger, leopard, and bear, Jing, and birdshen.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Sanchi was not afraid of being happy and laughed, "Everyone knows that the number one pirate under the old man's command is my eldest brother Zhu Polong. His Dragon King Fist is not under you big boxers. I, Zhu Sanchi, practice boxing later than him, younger than him, and have a lower fame than him, but who can tell the storm on the sea accurately? How do you know that I will not catch up with the pirate king. Twenty years ago, I was Mengtianban, and twenty years later, my adoptive father. In the next twenty years, it may not be sure who will do it!"

With every word he said, the ground seemed to tremble three times, and some lion dancers and drums were shaken down, and a gap was broken out in the opponent's heaven and earth fist.

"I'll fight you!"

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In the nine-story pagoda where the Guangdong Tour itself is located, the Guangdong boxers who stayed here all looked sad and angry. On the huge martial arts field on the first floor, all the powerful Japanese slaves in the envoys lies in this.

Among them, there are faces with beast patterns and a fat and swollen figure that looks like an ugly fat man with anger.

There are also long-haired men with ghost tattoos painted on the back and thick hands and feet.

There are also wandering warriors wearing simple Japanese suits, hats, and thick purple and blue Japanese swords.

His eyes were protruding, and four jiu-jitsu fierce ghosts with anti-titles grew in his mouth.

There are also middle-aged and elderly men with bare hands, ponytails and casual faces.

A bamboo pole man wearing a yin and yang robe.

A short blue robe with a knife mark on her face.

A weird guy who is wearing a big red Japanese suit and heavy makeup on his face is neither male nor female.

In addition, there are more than a dozen mysterious monks from the Japanese nu Kingdom with high and sharp black hats on their heads and pale masks on their faces.

In addition to the main ring, there are three small rings. Among these three rings, the only three powerful people in the Central Plains who gathered together the ten strongest powerful men in the country of the Japanese sub-country. Of course, in the Japanese sub-country, this is called ghost and god warriors.

One is less than four feet tall, with aging face, dark spots, wearing a broken-eaved hat, dirty old Japanese suit, holding a greasy and dirty long knife, as if he was dozing off because of the boredom of fighting.

This person is the first divine sword that has been rampant in the Japanese slave country for fifty years - Miyamoto Sword God!

There is another one, who was wrapped in a black and red horned beast, carrying a black steel tin stick, and the mask was engraved with the Buddhist scriptures of the Japanese nu. He sat on the ring for two days and two nights, without any movement. He looked like a god of war and a ghost. No one knew his origin, but only knew that he was the god of guarding the temple of Xiangshendao, Ghost and God Pill!

The last one is the body machine of the Oda family, the big boss of the Iron Hand thief, who dared to assassinate General Hong in the army, and almost changed the situation of the battle, but after the failure, he broke out of the siege and killed the first person of the hard and soft hand who rushed out of the siege and killed.

Although these three seemed to be silent, their huge momentum was always suppressing the ring in the middle, making the blood-stained old man in the middle even more exhausted, just like a candle fire that was about to burn out, which would be wiped out at any time.

"I'm going to give in," the kickboxing disciple who was facing him suddenly stopped moving, smiled strangely, and jumped off the ring. After a moment, another successor of the Japanese slave with a hard and soft hand jumped out.

"Please give me advice!"

Even the great boxer could not withstand the physical strength of these Japanese people. In fact, he had been exhausted and now he was only one breath to support him, because other boxers in Guangdong had already broken bones and were lying on a large area on the ground.

"Master!"

"Master Qu!"

These young boxers looked at the extremely prestigious old boxer in Guangdong, who was humiliated by these Japanese slaves on the ring, and their eyes were full of blood and wished they could replace them.

This is the last backbone of the Guangdong boxer.

The rest are just cartilage that is piled up with powder and silver. No matter how high the boxing skills are, they are still cartilage.

With a crisp sound, Master Qu's face turned pale. At the moment when the enemy was stabbed into his shoulder with a knife, Sancai turned around and turned, and the almost dry blood swayed left and right. The boxing style of the Yin-Yang pile technique for decades changed wonderfully. He changed his body and stepped forward and immediately knocked the successor of Zhu Tao's inch-hand to the ground. He took advantage of the momentum to turn around and hammered the opponent to the ground. Three sounds were loud and three times, and the opponent was killed to death.

This is the first Japanese boxer to be killed in the past two days, and more than a dozen boxers in Guangdong have already died and injured, and there are many more people without combat power.

"Have you tried enough?" said a big man wearing an iron helmet word by word.

"Hehehe, General is dead in a hundred battles. I, an old guy who practices boxing, will die in the ring in the end, and it will be considered a death without regrets," Master Qu said in his eyes with bloodshot eyes and hoarseness.

"Look at your embarrassed look, don't you recognize me anymore? It's you!" The man with iron helmet opened his helmet, revealing a face full of burns and scalds.

But Master Qu will never forget this face until his death.
Chapter completed!