The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 24 The Young Prince Takes Action

Lao Lang was a little confused, and the goal was wide open for a moment.

As their figures intertwined, Gu Ping'an gave a soft reminder.

"Don't be distracted, just act well."

After hearing this, Lao Lang felt a chill in his heart and finally came to his senses.

His martial arts skills were acceptable, and he used swift and agile grappling techniques. As he twirled and leaped in front of Gu Ping'an, his moves had a bit of monkey boxing style.

However, when faced with this set of Taizu Changquan that returns to the original state, it is obviously not enough.

Gu Ping'an only defended and did not attack, and his moves seemed unhurried, even a little slow.

The old wolf felt very distressed, as he felt that Hunyuan Ruyi was in a very good defensive position and he could neither attack nor capture him.

The so-called "wind cannot blow in, rain cannot penetrate" means this kind of state.

All he had learned were external martial arts, and continuous attacks were the most exhausting.

But as long as he reduced his attack a little, Gu Ping'an would always find a flaw and strike with a palm, forcing him to be in a panic.

Stop, you can't stop.

Experts see the details, while laymen only see the excitement.

Except for a few leaders, most of the Red Turban Army came from poor families. They could carry weapons into battle and kill the enemy with their bravery, but they had no knowledge of any real martial arts.

"Good! Great fight! Old Wolf's left hook followed by a right kick is really powerful!"

"We Shandong men are very tough!"

They looked at the old wolf jumping up and down and attacking continuously, while the young man opposite was "struggling" and "unable to counterattack". They immediately felt that the two were superior and cheered.

"Who said the old wolf was in trouble? Haha! Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

Listening to their quarrels and their cute and honest words, Mu Nianci felt amused, but she didn't dare to show it in front of Yang Kang, and it was very difficult to hold it in.

Yang Kang sneered, "A bunch of peasants, without any vision at all, they can't even see this."

The old wolf kicked and beat Gu Ping'an with his hands and feet for a full half incense stick of time, but he didn't even touch the corner of Gu Ping'an's clothes. Instead, he was exhausted and sweating.

"Old Wolf, you didn't eat? Why are you acting like a woman?"

No matter how poor the eyesight of the Red Turban Army soldiers watching, they could tell something was wrong.

"excuse me!"

Seeing that the water was almost released, Gu Ping'an said softly, pushed his palm flatly against the old wolf's chest, and gently released the palm force.

The old wolf was already at the end of his strength. After being pushed by him, his legs went weak. He took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

Gu Ping'an clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you."

[Defeat the Red Coat Army leader Lao Lang single-handedly and successfully demonstrate your power in public. Reward: 200 Jianghu Fame points.]

[Reputation level remains unchanged: Advanced (4250/10000) => Advanced (4450/10000)]

The reputation value is not much, which is reasonable.

He let down his guard a lot in the competition and failed to show his true strength. The person he defeated was Lao Lang, a military strategist-like leader. Naturally, he could not gain the full recognition of the Red Turban Army.

There was another commotion in the forest. Some people laughed, some cursed, and some comforted the old wolf. However, Yang Kang felt very calm.

He believed that his martial arts skills were better than that of the thin man, and thought that the last man on the other side was not much stronger.

If we can win the last battle, today will be safe and sound.

"We've lost this round. There's only one left. Life or death depends on the power of you, the 'Gold Messenger'!"

Lao Lang knew that Gu Ping'an had given him enough face, so he caught a few people who made the most fun of him and scolded them, then turned to Yang Kang and the others and spoke.

With that, the bald man leading the troops today slammed his Xuanhua axe into the ground, strode to the center of the arena, and beckoned Yang Kang with a finger. Yang Kang tucked the hem of his robe into his belt and, unleashing his Quanzhen "Golden Goose" technique, leaped in front of him.

His Quanzhen lightness skills were so graceful that he really looked like a master.

"Mystique!" The sturdy man curled his lips and twisted his neck impatiently, "Let your little golden envoy see how powerful I, Da Guang, am!"

His head was as shiny as a mirror, so the nickname "Daguang" was quite vivid and descriptive.

Yang Kang had suffered a lot on the way for most of the day and knew that he should not fight for a long time, so he decided to end the battle quickly.

He didn't waste any words and took the lead in attacking, using the "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top" palm technique, one of Quanzhen's unique skills.

This palm technique is also known as "Walking on Frost and Breaking Ice". It is another famous martial art of Master Chongyang besides the "Xiantian Gong". Even the Seven Sons of Quanzhen do not use it often.

However, he didn't expect that when the bald man saw the palm coming towards his chest, he actually gathered his strength and straightened his chest to withstand it.

boom!
The palm strike was powerful and thunderous, and dust flew up from under the feet of the two men.

The bald man's body shook twice, but Yang Kang was shocked back and took a big step back.

"Horizontal training of hard qigong!"

Yang Kang felt as if this palm was hitting bluestone, and he couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

The bald man was calm and composed, laughing heartily.

"My Lord, what do you think of my Kung Fu?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, channeling his strength into his arms, which swung like two steel whips, with great force.

He had practiced the Tongbiquan to great skill, and the force penetrated his sleeves and made a crackling sound.

The two whips were so powerful that Yang Kang didn't dare to take them head-on and quickly retreated.

He had a vague feeling that if this blow had really hit him, even his arm bones would have been broken.

Unable to defeat his opponent head-on, he had to rely on his agility and close combat to try to find his opponent's weakness.

Hard qigong such as the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt has existed since ancient times, but it is often easy to practice but difficult to master. The human body structure is exquisite and complex, and there will always be one or two places that cannot be practiced well.

This is what martial artists call a "weak point." Once this weak point is broken, even the most advanced horizontal training skills will collapse in an instant.

Yang Kangcun's intention was to use his agile body movements to find the flaws in this person.

As soon as the idea came to his mind, his actions became obviously more sinister.

Eye-poking, throat-smacking, heart-stealing, and vagina-touching.
Do everything to extremes.

But he struggled with the bald man for a long time, but still couldn't find the opponent's weakness. Instead, he was in danger many times and was almost hit by heavy punches several times.

This was the first time he encountered such an opponent. His superb moves were like scraping, and he could not make any progress.

The saying "one force can defeat ten skills" is exactly like this.

As time went on, the aftereffects of his hangover and the long journey began to show, and his movements became noticeably slower.

The bald man gathered his strength and took the palm strike aimed at his back, then suddenly turned around and slapped him on the crown of his head with a palm strike as powerful as a thousand pounds.

The palm wind was whistling, Yang Kang was shocked and angry, and he unconsciously used his life-saving skills in a hurry.

His body shape suddenly changed strangely, the joints of his right hand twisted, and his palm turned into a claw. He struck out like lightning, piercing the bald man's heart.

The bald man had no intention of taking his life. He was about to change his tactics and hold back, but suddenly he felt a shock in his heart and felt that his life was in danger.

He had fought on the battlefield for many years without a scratch, relying on this strange intuition, so he did not hesitate and withdrew his palm in an instant.

The shadow of a claw flashed across his chest, and his clothes were torn, leaving a trace of blood.

(End of this chapter)