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The Golden Building is divided into five floors. As soon as they reached the second floor, a group of prominent figures in the southern martial arts world were already waiting here. In their view, Gong Baosen's visit was an evil one. Although it was out of righteousness, they accepted the "Five Five" The fact that tigers are descending to the south of the Yangtze River", but when others come to your territory, you must let them know that you are not easy to bully.

"Mr. Gong, you masters work by boat and carriage. On behalf of the martial arts community in the South, we, the Five Elements Quan, would like to offer a glass of thin wine to all our friends from the North. Please accept it!"

Six middle-aged men held wine glasses in their hands and walked to a distance in front of Gong Baosen and Wu Hu.

"please!"

Gong Ruomei asked curiously: "Brother, is Five Elements Boxing the Five Elements Boxing of our Xingyi Sect?"

Qin Hao shook his head: "The Five Elements Boxing of the Southern School was passed down from Southern Shaolin. It is said that it was created by Wu Mei Shitai. Later it was passed down to Fang Shiyu's disciple Li Tie. It was carried forward by Li Tie and is now among the top ten famous boxings in Guangdong. , many disciples.”

"Then what's the difference between their Five Elements Boxing and what we practice?"

"The Five Elements Boxing of Xingyi is: split, collapse, drill, cannon, and cross, while the Five Elements Boxing of the Southern School is: dragon, snake, tiger, leopard, and crane. In terms of moves, it is somewhat similar to the Twelve Forms of Xingyi. It is a boxing technique created by imitating the natural form of animals. However, the southern boxing technique emphasizes hard bridges and hard horses, large openings and large closings, while the northern boxing technique is more inclined to fascial resonance and the sound of muscles and bones. In addition, the folk customs of Guangdong and Guangxi have been sturdy since ancient times. The boxing method of the Southern School focuses more on actual combat, and for disciples who have started at the same time, the Southern School will achieve faster results."

As Qin Hao said here, Gong Baosen and his group of six people had already joined hands with the representative of Five Elements Quan.

Gong Baosen took advantage of the situation with his Baguazhang hands and effortlessly snatched the wine glass from the opponent's hand. No wine was spilled in the glass, which made all the accompanying northern martial arts people applaud.

The other five tigers also showed their special skills to grab the wine glass, but the process was not as lighthearted as Gong Baosen's.

However, this move also made the southern martial arts people look heavy. These six masters of Five Elements Boxing were also the backbone of the southern martial arts in their prime, but they were defeated so easily. The name of the "Five Tigers" was really different. Extraordinary.

What frightened them even more was Gong Baosen. The move he made to seize the wine glass just now seemed like an easy move. Ask yourself, there are only a handful of them who can do this.

"Haha, you are indeed very skilled. Please come upstairs!" Eight Lanterns still smiled and held their hands.

Gong Baosen narrowed his eyes, raised his eyelids and looked upstairs, and said half-jokingly: "This Jinlou has five floors. If there are friends from the south coming to toast on each floor, I'm afraid we haven't even arrived yet." He was already drunk on the table.”

When the southern martial artist saw that his little trick was exposed in front of others, his face suddenly became a little uneasy. Even the smile on the face of Ba Deng, who had been smiling all the time, faded.

"Haha, since our friends from the north are too drunk, let's just go to the fifth floor."

"This is the best. We are all sons and daughters of Jianghu. We accept your wishes and can avoid all those red tapes."

"Haha, please."

When a group of people arrived at the top floor, they saw a new atmosphere. The southern style buildings are not as intricately decorated as the northern style. However, as a coastal city, the inclusiveness is not comparable to that of northern cities. The decoration of this golden building has absorbed many buildings from other countries and ethnic groups. The styles include European aristocratic style, mysterious Persian style, and many Portuguese architectural styles.

Gong Ruomei was young after all, and everything she saw was novel. She dragged Qin Hao around to look around, completely ignoring the Southern martial arts people who were eyeing him.

In the crowd, Qin Hao saw a familiar figure. Mo Guangping, who was knocked out of the ring by him last time in Nanjing, was staring at him with cold eyes.

Gong Baosen entered the private room at the invitation of a group of southern martial arts seniors, while Qin Hao and his party were arranged to sit down in the hall.

"Well, senior brother, this dumpling is very good. You can try it. It also contains a whole shrimp."

"And these chicken feet are so rotten. Is the black stuff on them tempeh?"

In front of delicious food, Gong Ruomei transformed into a snack foodie. Not only did she enjoy eating herself, she also kept picking up food for Qin Hao, completely ignoring the eager gazes of others.

At this table, only Gong Ruomei and Qin Hao were using their chopsticks, while the rest of the southern boxers were basically drinking wine.

Mo Guangping suddenly stood up and said with gritted teeth to Qin Hao: "I was taken care of you last time in Nanjing. This time when I come to Guangdong, I will take good care of you."

"I'll be with you anytime." Qin Hao said lightly, without even looking at him.

Mo Guangping's eyes were so angry that he said, "Okay, great!"

After saying that, he slapped the wine glass on the table and left the table angrily.

After the banquet, the pipa played slowly and the ladies in heavy makeup sang and danced. At this moment, it was as if the barrier between the northern and southern martial arts circles did not exist.

Gong Ruomei listened for a while, but because she couldn't understand the Cantonese lyrics, she felt bored, so she took Qin Hao and sneaked away.

Gong Baosen seemed to be aware of the movement here, and glanced at him, but said nothing. He just gave Lao Jiang a wink.

Lao Jiang understood and immediately followed.

After leaving Jinlou, Gong Ruomei took Qin Hao to eat roadside snacks. I don’t know how her flat belly could still eat so much food. It can only be attributed to her still growing. The body consumes it quickly and absorbs it quickly.

Suddenly, Qin Hao raised his eyebrows, raised his head and glanced around, and found that a group of men in bunt uniforms had emerged from both ends of the street, blocking the entire street. The leader was Mo Guangping.

Lao Jiang unconsciously pulled out his sword and guarded it in front of Gong Ruomei. Gong Ruomei didn't care about the mung bean cake she was eating, swallowed it in one gulp, got into a boxing stance, and stared at Mo Guangping warily.

As soon as Mo Guangping raised his hand, the men on both sides stopped and surrounded the three of Qin Hao. The owner of the food stall thought they were robbers and hurriedly hid behind the stall, trembling with fear.

"Qin Hao, last time you humiliated me in Nanjing, Mo's boxing, today I'm going to let you see how powerful Mo's boxing is!"

Qin Hao sneered: "In a martial arts competition, life and death are determined by destiny. If your skills are not as good as others, you will have to accept defeat."

"What? I'm afraid I can't beat you. I've called so many people here. Then your Mojia boxing is really powerful."

"Pfft." Gong Ruomei was quite nervous at first, but was amused by Qin Hao's words.

Mo Guangping's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he gritted his teeth and shouted at Qin Hao: "You dare to talk so fast when you are about to die, I want to see how good you are at fighting!"

"How dare you!" Lao Jiang stood with his sword horizontally, as if he was going to fight for his life.

Just when the two sides were about to fight, Qin Hao stopped Lao Jiang: "Take your lady and leave first."

Afterwards, Qin Hao said to Mo Guangping: "I am the one you have to deal with, let them go."

"I don't." Gong Ruomei stubbornly broke away from Lao Jiang's hand and stood firmly beside Qin Hao.

Qin Hao shook his head and said helplessly: "Well, you go upstairs, I can't let go while you are here."

"Okay then." Gong Ruomei pursed her lips, glared at Mo Guangping fiercely, stepped on Lao Jiang's knees, jumped up, and climbed up to the eaves of the second floor with her hands like a civet cat. With a slight push, she Went up to the second floor.

Lao Jiang also glared at the wall and used his strength to climb up to the second floor.

There were more than forty people in Mo Guangping's party, and each of them was the backbone of each sect. In order to regain face this time, the head of Mojia Quan specially borrowed five weapons from each of the four "Hong, Liu, Cai, and Zhu" families. There are many masters, and Mojia Quan came out in full force, recruiting the twenty most capable fighters in the sect.

"Hit me!" Mo Guangping roared and was the first to rush forward.

At this time, there was a sudden burst of lightning and thunder in the sky, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.

Qin Hao was not afraid at all when facing the siege of forty people. He first punched Mo Guangping head-on. Mo Guangping only felt a huge force coming from him. The fist that he thought he had trained as steel suddenly suddenly There was a crackling sound and a sharp pain, and then Mo Guangping flew out, hitting several boxers behind him.

At the same time, Qin Hao seemed to have eyes on his back. He made a small sliding step to avoid the two kicks coming from behind.

In one move, "Lion Pounce", both palms were imprinted on the opponent's chest, one to the left and one to the right. The two of them were sent flying almost at the same time, hit the wall, and fell slowly like a scroll, instantly losing their fighting power.

"Hitting someone is like hanging a painting?"

The strong men who besieged Qin Hao were all tensed up when they saw this. This scene was really shocking. You know, the five families of "Hong, Liu, Cai, Zhu, and Mo" had a lot of exchanges on weekdays. They were very familiar with each other. Their respective strengths are clear.

In their circle, Mo Guangping was known for his hard fists, but he was knocked out in an instant by someone head-on. The other two also failed to catch a single move and immediately lost their fighting ability.

"Where did this guy come from?"

"It's ridiculous that such a person is unknown in the northern martial arts world, isn't it?"

Everyone couldn't help but secretly curse Mo Guangping's inaccurate information. In fact, Mo Guangping also complained in his heart. The last time he fought against Qin Hao, the opponent used Baguazhang. Although he lost, Qin Hao didn't feel that His strength was much stronger than his own, and he lost because he was too careless.

As a result, during this confrontation, he discovered that the other party did not boast last time and was really merciful.

"What are you still doing? If so many people can't beat him, why don't we let those Yankees ride on our necks and shit in the future?" Mo Guangping roared in pain.

Hearing this, the remaining thirty-seven people could only grit their teeth and wipe the rain off their faces, and continued to rush towards Qin Hao.

The rain poured down like a waterfall, and Qin Hao's sight was also obstructed. However, he had no time to shake off the rain falling from his hair. He could only rely on his flexible steps to avoid the opponent's attacks as much as possible while causing attrition of the opponent's troops.

Even with a full physical attribute of 60 points, Qin Hao could not escape unscathed when surrounded by so many people. He was hit several times on the chest and back. If it were an ordinary person, he would be lying on the ground with his bones at this time. All were smashed.

But at this time, Qin Hao could only adopt the strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries to quickly eliminate the opponent's strength.

In just two minutes, six or seven boxers were lying around Qin Hao, and there were less than thirty boxers left who were still capable of fighting.

At this time, a bolt of lightning fell from the clouds in the sky, like a silver dragon dancing wildly, lighting up half of the sky, and Qin Hao's figure loomed in the eyes of the boxers.

"This guy is simply a monster!"

"Damn it, I punched the cow with all my strength, and the cow fell down. The punch on him actually made my hand numb."

"Don't they all say that Gong Baosen is the invincible in the north? Why do I feel that this guy is much more powerful than Gong Baosen!"

Between life and death, Qin Hao was also inspired with a fierce energy. He once again put on the Xingyi fist and shouted: "Come on!"

The sound is like a loud bell, making people's eardrums feel hot.

While everyone was stunned, Qin Hao was already stepping on the water on the ground and rushed to the two boxers.

"Collapse Fist"

"Bang." "Plop."

Water splashed on the ground, and the two boxers fell to the ground instantly.

This scene was even more horrifying and inexplicable. At this moment, Qin Hao was like a demon, chasing more than 20 boxers alone.

The remaining boxers are also masters with rich combat experience and strong fighting will. Even though their number was nearly half reduced, they still did not collapse. They used what they had learned throughout their lives to defeat this enemy.

However, the man in front of them seemed to be beyond their understanding.

Their fists and legs can't hurt the vital points at all. The opponent's flexible pace can always use their companion's body to avoid these vital attacks. And those attacks that hit the opponent's chest and back, the opponent seems to be fine.

But Qin Hao's fist was different. As long as it was hit firmly, that person would definitely lose his fighting power. This was also the case for the circle of boxers lying on the ground.

To say how complex and dazzling Qin Hao's moves are, they are not, but the speed, power, and short-distance explosive power make these boxers complain endlessly.

"Can a human body really be trained to be like this?"

"Isn't this guy using some magic trick?"

As Qin Hao knocked down two boxers with another "Wind Sweeping Plum Blossom" move, the remaining dozen boxers completely lost their will to fight.

"Hold on, this is the grudge between you and Mojia Quan, we Hong Quan don't care about it."

"That's right, we Liu Jiaquan don't care anymore, you can solve it yourself."

Qin Hao sneered: "You have been besieging me for so long, and you won't fight if you don't want to?"

"What do you want?"

"Go back and tell your boss that Qin will definitely come to visit you one day!"

"you"

"roll!"

The other four families all took their own people and left, leaving only a few remaining Mojia Quan disciples with grimaces on their faces, looking at the brothers who were wailing in pain on the ground, at a loss.

Mo Guangping hated the iron and cursed at the boxers of other sects who left, until a tall figure covered his face.

"If you want to kill or behead me, it's up to you. If I, Mo Guangping, frown, I'm a son of a bitch!"

Qin Hao sneered and stepped on Mo Guangping's chest with one foot: "If you want to die, I will help you!"

"Stop, Mo Guangping, stop it!"

The chubby figure of Eight Lanterns broke through the rain and fog, but when he saw a group of Mojiaquan disciples, he was obviously stunned. (End of chapter)