In order to warm up the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference that opened on the seventh day of the seventh month, three arenas were set up in Luoyang City.

Because of the establishment of a flower bonus and the Beggars' Sect's publicity, these three arenas have become very lively in these days.

Those disciples of the great sect hold their own identities and do not come here, but the huge number of scattered people in the world are eager to make a name for themselves, so they compete on the arena every day.

The troublemakers in Luoyang City also learned from the Jianghu List and specially created a ring list to collect the victories of those who fought and promote them. This incident of breaking through the ring became more and more popular.

Yang Fu has been guarding the ring in front of the White Horse Temple for seven days, so Chen Qiu naturally wouldn't go there to cause trouble.

He chose the east side of the city.

A few days ago, the guard here was the first in the list of people. Li Baoguo, the commander who was good at gun skills, was already in the 20-year-old grade.

I heard that it was one of the three adopted sons of Li Shouguo, the general of the Tiance Army.

But at noon today, Li Baoguo, who had been guarding the game for many days, was defeated by Dongfang Ce, who represented Chunyang Sect.

Chen Qiu used his heels to think about it and knew that Dongfang Ce must have fallen in love with the heroic spirit of Li Baoguo again, so he came to join in the fun.

After Li Baoguo was defeated, he was invited by Dongfang Ce to the banquet.

The ring in the east of the city was bustling. When Chen Qiu arrived, a man who used fists to the ground was knocked to the ground, two feet tall and five feet wide.

There were crowds of people around, and they were still cheering or scolding, and some were eager to try.

The atmosphere was very warm.

Whether it is the onlookers watching the excitement or the gangsters who are watching the tricks, there are few such large-scale entertainment activities these days, and everyone is very satisfied with it.

There are also some playboys who are like watching a courtesan performing. Whenever they watch it happily, they throw some ribbons and silk onto the ring.

There are so many arrogant people in the world.

Some people are good at playing and even play tricks, grabbing the valuable cloth and silk in their hands and waving it, making people around them more happy.

"This is a replica of the martial arts world in the arena."

Chen Qiu complained.

He seized the opportunity and saw that the knocked-out fist man was helped off the ring by someone, he lifted up and passed the crowd lightly, landing on the edge of the ring.

"Haha, I haven't been in the world for many years, but I don't know that there is such a lively thing in Luoyang."

He collapsed his shoulders, bowed his body, moved the cigarette puff away from his mouth, and sprayed a wisp of smoke as if he was decent. Under the hat and under the blackened ghost face, Chen Qiu shook his voice cords, like a voice change, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Come on, young man, have a fight with me."

Seeing a new challenger coming, people around him whispered.

Some people are still shouting.

"The old man is here to join in the fun. Let's go home and take your grandson."

This made a burst of laughter.

Who made Zhang Lan’s disguise technique so smooth that she made Chen Qiu look like an old man?

The old man spots on his arms and neck were in his eyes, and he also had a hunched body, and he was pounding his waist from time to time. This was a weak old man.

Of course, those who say this are all onlookers.

Those who truly understand the skills are very silent at this time. The old man's hand-in-hand skill just now shows that he is not an ordinary person.

Although boxing is afraid of being strong for a while, this martial arts matter cannot be viewed so simply.

What if this is really a genius?

The man who just defeated the boxing man was a young man holding a knife. Because he was a competition, he used a wooden knife. He also had some skills in defeating three people in a row.

Faced with Chen Qiu's provocation, he naturally did not dare to relax.

"Hejian, Five Tiger Swords, Jing Cangming."

The young man ignored the noise around him and reported his name with a knife in a good manner, which obviously had a legacy.

Chen Qiu had never heard of the name of these Five Tiger Swords, and he didn't care. The inheritance of the sects in the rivers is like a crucian carp across the river, and the sects of all sizes are like stars in the sky. How could everyone have heard of it?

"I don't need a knife to bully you, so I will judge the outcome by punching and kicking."

Chen Qiu inserted the cigarette puddle pot back to his waist. He coughed, put on a boxing move and said to the young man in front of him:

"The scattered people in the world, the old man in Guanzhong, He Wangchuan."

"Swish"

The young man felt that the old man in front of him was a powerful enemy, so he rushed forward. As soon as Mu Dao made a move, he tried his best. His sword was strong and he really had the power of the five tigers.

But when Chen Qiu saw the young man rushing towards him, he shook his head slightly.

It took nine points to make a lot of force. If this knife cuts the sky, the remaining force will be difficult to even close the knife, let alone counterattack and defense.

A naughty man!

In the eyes of the people around him, the old man in Guanzhong seemed to be frightened by this fierce knife. When Jing Cangming rushed into five feet in front of him, he had not taken action yet. Seeing the wood slashed, the old man was probably about to be chopped over with a knife.

"Bang"

Just the next moment, the fist attacked.

The Wuhu Blade didn't even wipe the old man's sleeve, but the old man took a step away and easily avoided it. His seemingly weak fist was shot out like lightning.

Judging from the postures of the two, it was as if Jing Cangming took the initiative to send his body to the old man's fist.

In a flash, five punches in a row, the wooden knife came out, and Jing Cangming, who had defeated three people in a row, turned over and rolled several times.

The falling wooden knife was pulled out of the cigarette puddle pot from Chen Qiu's waist, and gently tweaked it, and then turned three times in the air, landing accurately on the weapon stand next to it.

"Where is the one who uses a knife like this?"

Chen Qiu smoked a sip of cigarettes. The tobacco obtained from Lei Ye was considered good, but it was very spicy. If it weren't for the old cigarette gun in his previous life, it would be a bit uncontrollable.

Of course, it's just a disguised prop, and Chen Qiu couldn't really smoke it.

He spewed out a wisp of smoke, walked around and walked to Jing Cangming, looked at the young man who had been rubbing his chest, and waved his cigarette puff as if he was giving advice, and said:

"Fighting with someone, put in seven points and keep three points, so that the knife-like tension is moderate, and there is room for defense and counterattack. If you use too much force, you will be strong and strong.

But it’s like driving a pig in the alley, it’s a one-time deal. If you hit it, it’s okay, but what if you don’t hit it?”

"I'm here, I'm here... I've been taught."

Jing Cangming covered his chest with an awkward expression.

After saying that, he grabbed the pipe, looked back at the ring and said:

"Who is the next one? Come up and fight with me! A group of young people are afraid of me, the dying old man?"

"I'll do it!"

All the tourists in the world are more than the sky.

Although he was a little afraid when he saw Jing Cangming failing with one move and his skills were not good, he was still full of energy and could not bear it, so he jumped onto the ring, which was a fist.

He looks very young, probably at the age of twenty.

He had an iron ring on his finger, an iron sword behind his back, and fluffy hair. Seeing him jumping up, the audience suddenly became noisy.

There are also cheers and cheers, it seems that this young man is also a little famous.

Chen Qiu smiled, took a few steps back, and with a buckle of his finger, the wooden knife that had just fallen into the weapon stand was pulled back into his hand.

"In the 24th list of people in the Jianghu, Huainan Director Road..."

Before the young man finished speaking, Chen Qiu stepped forward with a knife and said:

"When I was walking around the world, I didn't have this thing yet. Don't tell me these things. Just have a real trick at hand!"

The young man was robbed and was a little angry, so he punched him.

This is a set of arm-opening fists, like a monkey fighting each other, with a strong and a bit of agile change.

Jing Cangming, who was knocked down just now, left the ring with the help of several companions, was quite frustrated, but when he heard a burst of exclamations around him, he turned around and looked back.

After seeing this, Jing Cangming's eyes widened.

The old man from Guanzhong, He Wangchuan, fought two moves with the man who used the fist.

The sword technique he used was the Five Tiger Swords he passed down from his family!

The third move is: Chen Qiu takes a step back, and then moves forward, and the wooden knife in his hand is dancing. Whether it is the knife-holding or the move, it is exactly the same as the sword that Jing Cangming used to hit him just now!

No, not exactly the same.

More exquisite.

The young director said, too, was stunned. When he saw the old man slashing with a knife, he waved his hand and punched the spirit ape to catch the moon, trying to imitate the scene just now.

He planned to learn from He Wangchuan's movements, avoid the blade, and hit him in the chest with his fist.

But just as soon as he turned sideways, the knife that cut the air changed his move while flipping his wrist.

Before the director could react, the wooden knife slashed at his neck, stopping two inches in front of his throat, and his fist had not yet been hit.

"Bang"
To be continued...