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"Have you heard? Gong Baosen, the successor of Yin Style Bagua, is going to challenge Cheng Youlong, the successor of Yin Style Bagua."

"Oh? Are you trying to fight for the authenticity of Baguazhang?"

Jinmen Wulin is in trouble again because of Gong Baosen's letter of challenge.

Since the two parties agreed to set up a ring in the "Wanguo Hotel" in the French Concession, the "Wanguo Hotel" became the most popular hotel in Tianjin, and it was even more difficult to find one on the day of the competition.

However, for the locals of Jinmen, Gong Baosen's reputation is not too great. The leaders of the Northeast Wulin can only thrive in the Northeast Wulin. But where is Jinmen? That is the gateway to the capital. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is at the feet of the emperor. Fengtian? Jinmen locals said they had never heard of it.

Relatively speaking, Cheng Youlong is more famous. On the one hand, as the son of Cheng Tinghua, the master of Bagua Zhang, Cheng Youlong is considered a descendant of a famous family and enjoys a high reputation in Jinmen Wulin. On the other hand, Cheng Youlong's kung fu is indeed very high and he has defeated many martial arts masters. , and has been in charge of the program gossip for many years, with a transcendent status.

To put it bluntly, if Li Cunyi's status and reputation were not high enough, it would be difficult for Gong Baosen to gain a foothold in the Jinmen Wulin, let alone merge Xingyi Bagua and join the Chinese Warriors Association.

"Master, would you like to be more cautious about this matter? I asked someone to inquire about it. Gong Baosen has the title of 'invincible' in the Northeast. Since he became famous, he has never been defeated again. There are flowers hidden under the leaves of his hands." It's impossible to guard against it." Yang Mingshan said with a sad face.

Cheng Youlong had a serious face when he heard this: "Huh, senior brother, the war is about to begin, so you don't need to try to make others more pretentious with me, right?"

"Gong Baosen has never been defeated since he became famous. Could it be that I, Cheng Youlong, have also been defeated?"

Before Yang Mingshan could be persuaded, Cheng Youlong waved his hand impatiently: "Besides, I'm not going to fight him this time. They've already issued a gauntlet. If I don't accept it, it won't ruin my father's reputation. If you answer me, I will show the entire northern martial arts world who is the authentic sect of Baguazhang!"

After saying that, Cheng Youlong walked away, leaving Yang Mingshan and his fellow disciples standing there with sad faces.

"Senior brother, do you think Gong Baosen is really that powerful?"

Yang Mingshan sighed: "This friend of mine is also a well-known figure in the Northeastern martial arts world. He has fought against Gong Baosen. He told me that Gong Baosen is the master of Xingyibagua and his fist strength. He is strong yet soft, I am afraid he is no weaker than Li Cunyi thirty years ago."

All the brothers laughed bitterly after hearing this.

They knew very well how powerful Li Cunyi was back then. Being able to become the president of the Chinese Warriors Association did not depend on his seniority, but on his hard work in one arena after another.

"Sigh, Junior Brother Youlong has been too smooth these years. If we lose, won't our Program Bagua have to lag behind Yin Style Bagua?"

"Not only that, once Gong Baosen puts pressure on us and he brings up the merger again, we won't be able to shirk it. This is a matter of life and death for the sect."

Seeing his fellow apprentices arguing with each other but having no clue, Yang Mingshan slapped the table.

"Okay, shut up if you make any noise!"

"At this point, we can only use some extra moves to prevent Gong Baosen from entering the ring."

The brothers looked at each other for a long time after hearing this, but no one said anything. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the martial arts world.

The heads of various sects inevitably have to accept challenges from others. There are always young and strong boxers who want to become famous overnight.

Many leaders have passed the peak of their fighting power. They know they can't beat them, but they have to accept the challenge. What should they do? Then we can only "win without fighting".

The night before the competition, Gong Baosen lit a dim kerosene lamp in the room, and suddenly a black shadow flashed behind him.

Gong Baosen threw out the match and said calmly: "Brother Ding, you are here."

"I rushed here overnight after receiving your telegram."

The dark shadow slowly walked under the kerosene lamp, revealing a shoehorned face.

"It's a big deal." Ding Lianshan said calmly.

Gong Baosen sighed: "Since we can't reach an agreement, we can only fight. In the final analysis, this matter in the martial arts world still depends on whose fist is bigger."

With that said, Gong Baosen poured a cup of hot tea for Ding Lianshan: "Senior Brother Ding, I have never been afraid of anyone who uses swords and guns in the ring, but I have to ask you to help me with this matter below the ring."

Ding Lianshan took the tea and took a sip: "Don't worry, just take care of your face. I'll take care of the internal affairs."

"With my senior brother here, I feel at ease."

"Go to sleep, your competition is tomorrow."

When the rooster crows and dawn breaks, Gong Baosen sleeps soundly that night. This is the most sound sleep he has had since coming to Jinmen.

Looking again, there was no trace of Ding Lianshan in the room. Gong Baosen did not look for it because he knew that his senior brother must be watching him from a hidden corner.

After breakfast, Li Cunyi, Gong Baosen and their entourage got into a rickshaw and rushed to the Wanguo Hotel.

In an alley about to enter the French Concession area, an empty rickshaw blocked the way.

"Stop!" Li Cunyi noticed something was wrong.

"Junior brother, I'm afraid there is a scam here."

At this moment, there was a sound of weapons clashing in the alley ahead, followed by several more pops of sharp weapons entering the body.

A hand covered in blood appeared in the alley, waving forward to indicate that passage was allowed.

Gong Baosen breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go, senior brother."

At this moment, there was another rush of footsteps behind him, and Gong Baosen said to the rickshaw driver without changing his expression: "Go faster, and I'll give you double the fare!"

"Oh." When the rickshaw driver heard that he could earn double the money, his feet became hot wheels.

Just as the last rickshaw was about to leave the alley, it was stopped by someone: "Stop."

The rickshaw driver was stunned for a moment before he stopped the car. Just when he was confused, a Yuan Datou was already thrown towards him.

"Follow the team in front and tell my master that I have something to do. After I finish it, I will join them."

A young man of twelve or thirteen years old jumped off the rickshaw with vigorous movements.

In the alley, the two sides had already exchanged hands. Ding Lianshan was holding a very strange weapon in his hands. It looked like two crescents, one big and one small, installed together in reverse. It seemed small, not much bigger than a palm, but it was these two This small weapon seemed to be very capable when faced with the siege of a group of strong men who were skilled in sword skills.

"Mother-and-son mandarin duck and axe!"

If this kind of strange weapon is placed in martial arts novels, it will basically only exist as a soy sauce, but in actual combat, the combat effectiveness of this kind of weapon is amazing.

I saw Ding Lianshan perfectly interpreting what it means to be one inch short and one inch dangerous. When faced with the siege of swordsmen, he quickly attacked and closed the distance. He took advantage of the four-pointed, nine-edged and thirteen-edged "Mandarin Duck Yue" to fight in close quarters. It causes damage from some weird angles and is deadly with no mercy.

However, when manpower is always exhausted, the opponent has too many people. Even though Ding Lianshan has killed six swordsmen in just a few minutes, there are still nearly ten swordsmen rushing towards him.

Ding Lianshan's shirt was already soaked with blood. There was his own blood inside, but more of it was the enemy's.

Ding Lianshan flicked his wrist, and like magic, the "Mandarin Duck Yue" in his hand formed two angles and hooked the handle of a swordsman. Then he exerted force, and the swordsman only had time to let out a scream, and the tendon of his hand was picked. When the steel knife fell to the ground, a shrill scream echoed in the alley.

A set of movements was smooth and smooth, but it also consumed a lot of Ding Lianshan's physical strength. He put a "mother and daughter mandarin duck ax" against the swordsman's throat, blocked him in front of him, and took the opportunity to breathe and regain his strength.

Those swordsmen didn't dare to act rashly. The narrow alley meant that they could only face Ding Lianshan with two people at most at the same time, unable to take advantage of their numerical advantage.

"This old boy is alone. What are you afraid of? If you go around that way, I don't believe he still has three heads and six arms!" The leading swordsman saw that the mission failed and he lost so many people. He gritted his teeth and said, he has already Even if he has murderous intentions, no matter what happens, Ding Lianshan cannot be allowed to leave alive.

Ding Lianshan's expression changed when he heard this, and he finally couldn't help but look back at Qin Hao: "Boy, after watching it for so long, you haven't seen enough?"

"Uncle Master, this weapon is very novel, so I took a second look at it." Qin Hao smiled lightly.

"Did your master ask you to stay?"

"No, it was Uncle Gong who told me to take him back alive!"

Ding Lianshan snorted: "This is not your usual fight in the ring, people will die!"

"It just so happens that I have killed some people." As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, several swordsmen came around from the fork in the road behind him.

The leading swordsman saw this and immediately shouted: "Chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"

Ding Lianshan did not dare to be distracted anymore. He gently wiped the neck of the hostage in front of him with the "Mandarin Duck Yue" in his hand, and then started to fight with the swordsman who was attacking fiercely.

Both sides were red-blooded, and the swords were close to the vital points. Ding Lianshan sometimes had to fight for his life at the cost of injuries. The massive blood loss made it difficult for him to keep up with his strength and breathing, and his vision was also a little blurry.

Just as he bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to persist, on the other side, Qin Hao also picked up a bamboo pole in the alley as a weapon.

At first, the swordsman on the opposite side secretly rejoiced. This guy was too inexperienced in combat. He was using such a long weapon in such a small place. Once he got close, he had no power to fight back.

However, they soon discovered that they were wrong.

I saw that the bamboo pole was danced vigorously by Qin Hao. Due to the limitations of the terrain, Qin Hao's moves were also very simple.

"Strike, point, cloud, pump"

Simple and unpretentious moves, coupled with strong strength and precise control of the bamboo pole head, the bamboo pole, which was originally not very lethal, became a powerful weapon in Qin Hao's hands, and several swordsmen could not break through it no matter what. His "gun shadow" would be slapped from time to time, causing him to grimace in pain.

It would be even worse if he got hit.

Who said you can't kill someone without a spear head?

An unlucky guy confirmed this "rumor" to his companions.

"puff."

As Qin Hao pulled out the bamboo pole that had been pierced into the swordsman's chest, a lifeless corpse fell to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing? Why don't you kill that kid quickly!"

The leader of the swordsman over there was so angry that he couldn't even handle a child after seeing that his subordinates had been there for so long.

However, facing Qin Hao's swordsman, they felt unspeakable pain. When they just dealt with Ding Lianshan, they were still able to touch each other, but this one was better. After fighting for so long, they were beaten and couldn't get close at all. .

Especially after the unlucky guy who was stabbed to death by a bamboo pole appeared, they didn't even have the courage to rush forward despite being hit a few times.

"Where did this kid come from? Who taught you this shooting technique? It doesn't look like a Xingyi Spear!"

Qin Hao really didn't learn this set of marksmanship from Li Cunyi, but accumulated it from killing enemies on the battlefield. There are no fancy moves, just simple and crude moves. Coupled with his terrifying strength attribute, the lethality is naturally not General marksmanship can be compared.

"Boss, this kid is also a tough guy, it's hard to deal with." One of the swordsmen finally couldn't bear it anymore, retreated from the attack range of the bamboo pole, and complained to the leading swordsman.

Only then did the leader of the swordsman realize that the child he regarded as a soft persimmon actually killed one of his men.

And it wasn't over yet. Qin Hao's legs and knees were lowered, his horse was steady, and he stabbed the nearest swordsman in front of the door with the bamboo pole in his hand.

The swordsman subconsciously resisted with his sword horizontally, but he saw Qin Hao's elbow shaking, and the force was transmitted to the head of the bamboo pole and immediately formed a strange arc, and the head of the bamboo pole moved a few inches to the right.

The next second, the swordsman leader watched helplessly as one of his men had his throat pierced by the head of a bamboo pole before he even had time to scream.

While the swordsman leader was stunned, Ding Lianshan finally found time to take a breath, and happened to see this scene out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, he understood why his junior brother Gong Baosen was full of praise for this child last night. He even heard a hint of envy in Gong Baosen's tone.

"Let's go!" The leader of the swordsman glanced at it and found that there were only six people left here. If there was only one of them, Ding Lianshan or Qin Hao, he would still give it a try, but if the two were put together, he would be completely lost. Fighting spirit.

Qin Hao did not continue to pursue, but helped Ding Lianshan and walked out of the alley.

"Boy, your marksmanship is pretty good. Who did you learn it from?" Ding Lianshan forced an ugly smile on his pale face.

Qin Hao smiled: "You can teach yourself without a teacher."

"I don't want to say forget it. It makes me want to learn." Ding Lianshan rolled his eyes.

Then he really passed out. Qin Hao called a rickshaw, paid double the price, and sent him to the hospital.

On the other side, the competition between Gong Baosen and Cheng Youlong has also begun.

Amid the cheers of the local Jinmen audience and the disciples of Yiji Bagua, Cheng Youlong felt that he was in very good condition today. The moment he stepped onto the ring, he rushed towards Gong Baosen without even bothering to exchange greetings with him. sentence meaning.

However, the next second, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Gong Baosen's figure mysteriously disappeared from his eyes.

Cheng Youlong secretly complained that he was also practicing Baguazhang and knew what would happen if his back was exposed to the Baguazhang master.

The competition ended in such an anticlimactic manner.

Gong Baosen defeated the leader of Program Bagua with just one move.

And, in the next month, Gong Baosen opened the arena and accepted the challenge of any master of Baguazhang.

The arena had been set up for a month, and there were anywhere from a hundred to eighty masters who came to challenge, but the strongest ones could not survive twenty moves, and most of them were knocked off the stage by Gong Baosen with one move.

For a time, the titles of "Gong Wudi" and "No. 1 Baguazhang" resounded throughout the northern martial arts world.