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  The west wing of the Mo family's old house has a large hall with a soft cushion on the floor, and there is a row of weapon racks and several human-shaped wooden stakes. It can be seen that this is a place for martial arts practice. Looking around the room, you can see that one wall has a wooden plaque hanging on it, with more than a dozen door rules written on it. In addition to this, there are also many wude slogans posted on the walls.

  Cultivate one's body and mind, esteem martial arts and honor virtues.

  These eight characters are the martial virtues that every martial artist must follow. The purpose of practicing martial arts is not to kill, but to eliminate violence and bring peace, to uphold justice, and more loftily, to revitalize the nation and promote the rise of Chinese civilization.

  No matter how high your kung fu is, you can't defeat a watermelon knife.

  Even if you practice until you're as stealthy as a snowflake, wear a golden breastplate and iron pants, you still can't dodge bullets or block sulfuric acid. That's why nowadays there are fewer and fewer people willing to practice martial arts.

  Let's not talk about distant ones, just the Mo family with profound learning. Mo Xigou was a martial arts expert, but none of his children and grandchildren practiced martial arts. Several younger generations of the same clan only learned some superficial skills, and there is a term specifically created for them: Three-legged cat!

  The ten shapes of boxing refer to the tiger, crane, dragon, snake, monkey, eagle, bear, lion, horse and leopard, belonging to the Hongquan branch. Leng Zhenyue is a big disciple of Mosigou, skilled in dragon shape and crane shape. The dragon is soft, emphasizing four ounces moving a thousand pounds, while the crane is clever, emphasizing surprise victories.

  Many martial arts masters came to celebrate Mosi Valley's birthday, mainly divided into two factions: Southern Fist and Northern Leg. When a group of martial arts experts gather together, martial arts becomes the topic they discuss and study.

  Which is more powerful, the hand or the foot? The damage effects of 'Xianren Zhitao' and 'Liangyin Jiao' are the same, but which move has more power? This needs to be carefully discussed and researched.

  After finishing a sumptuous breakfast, dozens of people from various schools gathered in the martial arts hall, sitting on the floor, preparing to hold the annual Martial Arts Conference. Since it was held at Shennong Mountain, it was named after that: Shennong Mountain Swordsmanship Conference.

  The host Mosigou 'posted': What is the purpose of our martial arts training?

  First floor Cold Shocking Yue sighed: Of course it's for strengthening the body!

  Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang have the same ambitions, but Wu Ming's eyes widened in surprise. How can this old man's purpose for practicing martial arts be to show off his strength and intimidate others?

  The building is getting higher and higher, and the answers are getting more and more unreliable. What's coming out now is "governing the family, governing the country, and pacifying the world", "great national righteousness", and "turning chaos into order"......

  Thirty-Seventh Floor Zhuge Dachang: Save the people from water and fire!

  Wu Ming from 38th floor: Save the Earth!

  Wow! Whose child is this? Actually having such lofty ideological awareness, it makes people feel... really hypocritical to the extreme, shameless to the point of collapse.

  Their words actually still have reservations, Zhuge Dachang's 'ten thousand people' refers to tens of thousands of beautiful women, Wu Ming only wants to save all the beauties on earth.

  If you let others know the deeper meaning behind their words, I wonder what they would think? Would they spit out three liters of blood or four liters?

  After a hypocritical discussion, the true nature of the martial artist was revealed. It's not just about talking, but also about practicing and testing each other's skills through actual combat, in order to have a more effective exchange.

  Seniors are restricted by their status and position, and it's not good for them to take action. The ones who take action are the juniors. Each family sends a representative, of course, in order to encourage the enthusiasm of the younger generation to sign up, this martial arts competition is worth watching.

  A group of young people enthusiastically signed up, but Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang were unmoved. They had never participated in the 'Shennong Mountain Debate' before and didn't know what kind of prize there was. What if it was just three melons and two dates? That would be a waste of effort.

  The more you give, the less you get back!

  Two beloved disciples had no reaction, Leng Zhenyue couldn't sit still, he got up from among a group of old men and came to their front, anxiously saying: "Why don't you guys participate?"

  "Why should we participate?"

  "Whatever...". Han Bing coldly turned around with his hands behind his back and added indifferently: "The prize money was pooled together by us old men, although it's not a lot, the first place should have a reward of 500,000 yuan!"

  500,000? That's even more than the prize money for a regular match. It's almost as much as an underground black boxing match. It should be enough to buy Xiang Xiaozhu a diamond necklace she likes. Wu Ming nodded, okay! I'll take this prize money.

  On the dock, carrying a box of underwear earns one dollar. To earn fifty thousand dollars, you need to carry five hundred thousand boxes. One box contains ninety-six pairs of underwear, with two pieces in each pair. How many pairs of underwear do you need to carry?

  Zhuge Dashang stretched out ten fingers, calculated the result is 'a lot a lot', this bonus must be taken down, then later please Feng Wushuang drink vintage red wine will not be afraid of no money to pay the bill.

  It's hard for men to raise princesses these days... just talking about it brings tears...

  The two of them hastily got up and went to find the 'Main Committee' to sign up, Leng Zhenyue secretly revealed a pleased smile, these two greedy kids, indeed only real gold and silver could move them.

  It's not just a private martial arts competition, there are many rules to break. Martial arts can only be used to the point of victory, not intentionally harm others, cannot use elbow and knee attacks, cannot attack vital parts...

  There are about thirty young people signing up for the martial arts competition, but several of these "young people" are in their forties and don't look like youngsters at all. Five hundred thousand is no small sum, who wouldn't be tempted? This much money could be used to kill someone, provided it's exchanged for steel coins!

  It's said that if someone takes 500,000 steel nails to the bank to deposit, the bank will immediately close and serve only this person. This is indeed a very prestigious thing, of course, after depositing the money, they will also be included in the bank's blacklist.

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  The competition adopts a knockout system, and after the match, it directly enters the top 16, top 8, and top 4. Due to the excess number of participants, some people will have a bye, so luck is also an important part.

  The draw for the competition was done, and Wu Ming drew number 2 while Zhuge Dachang drew a number that made them face their least desired opponent in the first round...

  It's him!

  Damn it! How unlucky, Leng Chenyue was on the verge of tears. The left and right arms he had placed high hopes on were about to lose one, making him want to hang his junior brother in charge of formation from the beam and strip off a striped pattern with postmodern aesthetic.

  The first match, No. 1 Zhuge Dachang vs No. 2 Wu Ming, the two brothers met directly and one of them will be eliminated.

  "I really want to have a good fight with the real one..." Zhuge Dachang sighed and smiled bitterly, "But not now."

  First prize is 500,000, second prize is 300,000. If the two of them can get first and second place, it would indeed be a win-win situation. Wu Ming rubbed his nose, what to do now?

  "Hit him? Why don't you take action?"

  "Don't waste time."

  Two people stood in the center of the room, but hesitated and didn't make a move, the onlookers expressed their discontent...

  Wu Ming helplessly said: "I don't want to punch him."

  Zhuge Dashang shrugged and said, "Then I'll give up my power!"

  "Hold on..." Wu Ming turned his head to a group of old men acting as judges, and said with a light smile: "Can we have a team battle? I'll fight the thirty-six of them together with Zhu Bajie, eliminate them all at once, and then I'll fight him."

  As soon as this was said, the scene erupted in an uproar!

  What a arrogant tone, thinking others are made of clay? Young people almost all have a disdainful face, but they don't have the right to speak, as for how to decide, it still depends on several old men.

  Feng Qiu Wu smiled and said, "They may really have this strength."

  Not wanting to lose face in front of his own people, Cold Shocking Yue spoke up to support his own disciple, "Hmph! It's not possible, but absolutely has this strength!"

  "This year is indeed interesting, rules are made by humans and can be changed by humans too..." Mo Xi Gu, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened them and smiled: "Let's just go along with their wishes this year!"

  "Since Old Mo has said so...” An old man chuckled and continued to a group of young people, “Those who don't believe it can go try first! Are you going to eliminate them or be eliminated by them?"

  Wu Ming walked up to Zhu Ge Dachang and smiled: "One person beats eighteen people, no problem?"

  Zhuge Dachang glanced at Feng Tianming and coughed twice before saying, "As long as not all eighteen of them are like him, it's fine."

  Wu Ming flashed a sly smile and leaned back against Zhuge Dachang, saying: "My back is in your hands, no problem?"

  "Of course!"

  "I won't let anyone burst into bloom either!"

  Zhuge Dachang's eyes flashed with a hint of a smile as he said, "If I had a younger sister, I really wouldn't be able to resist introducing her to you."

  "Get out! Is your sister even human?"

  "Unbelievable! You don't know how to appreciate kindness!"

  It's better to go through windows together than to shoulder guns together, and it's even better to go through PCs together...

  To find a brother who can entrust his back, one must pay enough trust and have the courage to give him the first time. If there is no such responsibility, it may be impossible to find a brother who can share life and death in this lifetime.

  Bravely giving one's back to a man may gain a sincere brotherly love, and of course, it is also possible to harvest a gay love.

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  Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang stood back to back for a while, a group of young people, I'm the one who didn't go up, mainly because winning by gang fighting isn't very glorious, what if we lose, it would be humiliating.

  Wu Ming unleashed a 'group ridicule' skill, "No one dares come up! They're all afraid of us!"

  Zhuge Dachang's face twisted in a scowl, and he clicked his tongue, saying sarcastically: "Is it because we have too many people? Or should one of us go down?"

  "Damn! They really think I'm afraid of them! Brothers, let's go and teach them a lesson!"

  Finally, someone couldn't help but jump out and take the lead. With a leader, there were soon a second and third person. The current rules allow thirty or so people to go up together, but unfortunately, the venue is limited, and in the end, only eight people stood before Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang.

  Eight people surrounded Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang, staring at them without daring to make a move. Whoever dares to say that one person can beat eighteen top martial artists in the pugilistic world must be one of two kinds of people: either those who are often hit on the head with a door and have an unclear mind, or those who use doors to hit others on the head and possess absolute power.

  Wu Ming hooked his finger and smiled: "Staring at people won't get them pregnant? Even less likely to stare out internal injuries!"

  A sturdy black brother let out a loud roar and charged towards Wu Ming, unleashing a standard 'Black Tiger Heart-Grabbing' attack at Wu Ming's chest...

  Without any fancy moves, Wu Ming let out a yawn and directly kicked him with one foot, sending him tumbling over! This move was the one he had been using the most recently, an ultimate skill he had mastered by practicing on Yan Ruyu's buttocks: the Butt-Kicking Foot!

  The world's martial arts, only speed is invincible. Whether it's Little Li's flying knives or Ximen's silver-plated spearhead, there's only one word: fast!

  The old man sitting on the ground suddenly stood up, revealing a look of surprise, and kicked out quickly!

  Feng Tianming stared at Wu Ming, clenched his fists, and finally saw this man take action. Indeed, he was as fast as lightning. His expression, this kick didn't even use full force. What a terrifying man!

  Leng Zhenyue was so excited that his face turned bright red. He had been suppressed for ten whole years, and every year the disciples he brought were beaten until they retreated in disarray. This year, he finally turned the tables. Excitedly waving his hands, he shouted: "Good job! Kick them all flying, kick them all flying!"

  Wu Ming rubbed his nose and smiled at several young men who looked uneasy, saying: "Don't you make a move? If we do, there won't be any chance left for you."

  This stimulation, apart from one who had just crawled up, seven people attacked Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang with different moves, and they would also coordinate with each other and cover for each other.

  The attacker hadn't even approached Wu Ming yet, but was already kicked flying. Zhuge Dachang didn't take other people's attacks seriously at all, and would collide head-on with anyone who tried to punch him, like a fierce bull, sending whoever dared to hit him flying.

  Beautiful moves are nothing but fleeting clouds in the face of absolute strength, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang utterly crushed them with overwhelming power, leaving a trail of wailing figures on the ground... all within just one minute.

  Monster!

  The old men watching the fight were stunned one by one, and the eight proud disciples couldn't even block a single punch or kick from him.

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