Chapter 111 Let me show you what it means to be born with a strong will!

Several young scholars pulled and tugged, but they couldn't climb up the wall.

More than a hundred apprentices gathered together in the martial arts hall, occupying the four sides of the martial arts hall, so there was naturally no room for others.

The young man in brocade clothes holding a folding fan was so angry that he looked around and raised the ribs of his umbrella to point at someone, "You, you, come here!"

The farmer who came to watch the fun pointed at his nose: "Me?"

"Yes, it's you."

The farmer saw that the other party was dressed in brocade clothes and didn't dare to disobey, so he had to go over.

But the young man in brocade clothes threw a silver bean: "One tael of silver, lift me to the wall!"

The farmer's eyes lit up, bit it with his teeth to confirm the bite mark, and happily lifted the young man in brocade clothes and helped him to the wall.

The other scholars followed suit and paid money one by one to come to the top of the wall.

They rode on the wall excitedly, looking into the distance, and suddenly someone held everyone's shoulders: "Look, look, someone is coming!"

"Hiss, what a big guy! He must be six feet tall, right?"

"Oh my God, I've never seen someone so tall, he feels six feet one, his fist must be bigger than my head, right? Which disciple is this?"

"I heard that there are different bones among warriors. Ordinary people have ordinary bones, and true geniuses are born with martial bones, born different. Could this be martial bones?"

"Can Master Yang's disciples win?"

"Master Yang's attack is of course no problem. He is the number one expert in Pingyang County, a great tiger hunter, and a master of the town. Suppress all the villains, but his disciples, I feel dangerous? "

"I heard that the contestants this time are Master Yang's oldest, middle and youngest disciples. Hey, do you think the ninth disciple of our academy is the youngest?"

"I don't know. I don't even know how many disciples Master Yang has."

"I think what Master Pang said is right. The master is powerful, but the disciples he taught may not be powerful. After all, these are two different things. He said so confidently that it is hard to say who will win or lose."

Several scholars already know a lot about the martial arts hall. If they were ordinary people, they would not know the details. They just felt it was lively.

On the street, Pang Qinghe and a group of disciples walked down the long street, bowing to the elders and villagers along the way.

Liang Qu must have complained that the stars walked on the red carpet in three minutes for ten meters.

Next to Pang Qinghe, a female apprentice seemed very excited: "Master, it's so lively."

Pang Qinghe nodded: "It's the day of Jingzhe, spring plowing and planting, everyone is busy, but the 15:00 is the time for lunch break, and everyone will definitely not miss the excitement when they have free time. I chose this time period on purpose."

Da Zhuang looked around, so many people made him a little nervous.

Seeing this, the female apprentice patted Da Zhuang on the shoulder and turned to look at Lan Tai: "Brother Lan, didn't you meet Master Yang's ninth disciple yesterday? How do you feel about his strength?"

"I didn't feel it, he is very good at holding back his energy." Lan Tai shook his head, "He definitely has an advantage in martial arts, but I have confidence in Da Zhuang! No matter how good the martial arts are, it is just icing on the cake. In the final analysis, a martial artist depends on the strength of his blood and qi.

He has practiced martial arts for five months, and at best he is a second-level martial artist, just like Da Zhuang, but Da Zhuang is born with strong bones and half the talent of martial bones, almost like a fourth-level martial artist, so don't be afraid, you will definitely win!"

"That's right, Da Zhuang." Pang Qinghe grabbed Da Zhuang's shoulders and encouraged, "Don't be afraid of him, you must be stronger than him!"

Encouraged by his master and brothers, Da Zhuang's face eased a little, clenched his fists, and cheered up his confidence.

At the entrance of Yang's martial arts hall, Xiang Changsong and Hu Qi were waiting here early in the morning, and they were also a little surprised to see Da Zhuang's figure.

Such an exaggerated physique, the physique is definitely not ordinary!

Seeing someone coming to the door, the two of them didn't have time to think about it, and they clasped their fists together: "Master Pang!"

Pang Qinghe clasped his fists in return: "What are your names?"

"Master Yang's seventh disciple, Hu Qi!"

"Master Yang's eighth disciple, Xiang Changsong!"

"Nice to meet you."

"Master Pang, please come in."

Pang Qinghe saluted again and entered with his disciples.

Walking through the corridor, they saw Yang Dongxiong sitting in a corner of the martial arts arena.

"Master Yang! I have admired you for a long time." Pang Qinghe took a step and half bowed.

Yang Dongxiong did not stand up, but raised his hand to point to the stool beside him: "Master Pang, please sit down."

Pang Qinghe did not dare to sit down: "I am sorry for disturbing you, but I am new here and it is difficult to open the situation. I am not talented, but I also want to learn from you."

"No problem."

Yang Dongxiong stroked his beard, not caring about those polite words, and pointed to one side. Yu Dun, Zhuo Shao, and Liang Qu were all on the side.

"According to what you said, my eldest disciple, the fifth disciple, and the ninth disciple should have played. Unfortunately, my eldest disciple is still in the Western Army and cannot be withdrawn, so my second disciple has to do it instead."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Serving the country is a hero."

Pang Qinghe didn't care at all. No matter how he changed the other two games, he would lose. It's okay as long as the youngest disciple didn't change the person in the highlight.

He asked his disciples to stand out in order: "This is my eldest disciple Lan Tai, the fifth disciple Ge Bochun, and the ninth disciple Kou Zhuang. Coincidentally, the number of my disciples is the same as that of Master Yang, and the youngest disciples have been here for less than half a year."

The crowd was shocked to see that the tallest disciple was actually the youngest ninth disciple.

How to fight?

The ninth disciple on the opposite side is at least six feet tall. Although Liang Qu on this side is also tall, he is only about five feet five, a head short!

People are three-dimensional. If there is a head difference in height, there will be a huge difference in shoulder width, arm span, and strength.

Yang Dongxiong nodded: "How to compete in the three games and what order to follow, you decide."

"Bare-chested battle! No weapons or armor, starting with the youngest disciple!"

Pang Qinghe knew that in terms of equipment, his opponent was definitely not as rich as his opponent, so he first proposed to fight bare-chested. Bare-chested battle does not mean taking off clothes bare-chested, but refers to bare hands.

The second is the order. Winning one game first, then losing two games and losing two games first, then winning one game have completely different feelings!

Since everything has been done, we must do our best!

"Do you have any questions?" Yang Dongxiong looked at his three disciples, and all he got was a shake of his head.

"It's over, aren't we going to lose?"

"How can we win this? The opponent is so big and has no time advantage."

"Conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy! This Pang Guanzhu is so scheming!"

On the wall, several scholars scratched their heads, and the young man in brocade clothes was so anxious that he threw his fan away.

It's true that they were jealous of Liang Qu for getting the imperial dragon blood horse at the same age, but they were all locals in Pingyang County, and of course they didn't want Liang Qu to lose!

Not to mention outsiders, many apprentices in the martial arts hall were anxious.

They didn't want to see their martial arts school lose the first match. With Yang Dongxiong's status, it would be embarrassing to lose any of the three matches!

Xu Zishuai held a grass stem in his mouth and leaned against the pillar: "This old guy doesn't look like a good person. He is here with a trick. The tall guy should be born with strong bones, above ordinary bones, below martial bones. Just as I guessed, he accepted a good disciple."

Lu Gang nodded: "But he made a wrong calculation."

Liang Qu listened to Pang Qinghe's business bragging next to him, and his ears were calloused.

He patted his butt and stood up, stretched his muscles, and stood with Kou Zhuang in the center of the martial arts field.

Kou Zhuang stood in front of Liang Qu, and Liang Qu was shrouded in shadows.

The contrast between the two gave people a stronger visual impact.

For a while, everyone outside the field was not optimistic about Liang Qu and was in a negative mood.

The apprentices on Pang Qinghe's side cheered and were sure of victory.

This guy must be two meters and one?

Liang Qu in the shadow was puzzled.

Pang Qinghe grabbed the gong hammer and swung it vigorously. The gong sounded deafening. The first round had begun! Liang Qu grasped his wrist and moved it, standing straight. Kou Zhuang actually stepped back a few steps and distanced himself from him. The two looked at each other sideways and did not move for a long time. The apprentices in the martial arts arena and the audience outside the martial arts arena were slightly agitated. Pang Qinghe gave him encouragement with his eyes. His disciple was good in everything except that he was too soft-tempered and would not take the initiative to attack. Senior Brother Lan Tai also waved his fist to cheer him up. Kou Zhuang nodded. He fell to the ground, took a deep breath, and his muscles undulated. He turned into a copper and iron bison that was about to explode, and his muscles bulged to the point that his clothes bulged. Extremely terrifying power accumulated in Kou Zhuang's breathing. The noisy audience gradually fell silent, and their hearts seemed to be suppressed by something indescribable. Liang Qu lowered his eyebrows slightly, and he saw that the dust on the ground was fluctuating under the other party's breathing. Bang! Thunder on the ground! The yellow mud ground that had been trampled and compacted by countless apprentices was actually stepped on to have several cracks!

The heavy air suddenly made a dull sound like a tearing cloth.

Kou Zhuang's body seemed to have endless power. He used up all his strength in every step, and the martial arts field was exploded inch by inch, and the yellow soil collapsed.

The air flow rolled and exploded, and the terrifying pressure surged like a tide.

Everyone outside the wall held their mouths and noses at the same time. The air seemed to turn into the most solid gel, making it impossible for people to breathe.

Just a dozen meters, crossed in the blink of an eye.

All the dust was rolled up the moment Kou Zhuang crossed. Standing on the top of the wall, it seemed that a tornado rose and crossed across the martial arts field.

An unexpected scene appeared!

Facing such a terrifying attack, Liang Qu did not avoid or retreat, but lowered his body and punched back.

Crazy!

How to fight this monster head-on!

The audience almost screamed, and the scholar on the wall wanted to jump off the wall to pull Liang Qu away.

But everything happened too fast, and no one had time to stop it.

Boom!

Stab!

Two thunders exploded one after the other.

The first one was the collision of two fists, and the second one was the tearing of clothes.

"What!?"

Pang Qinghe's pupils shrank sharply, and Lan Tai's heart jumped, and the unbelievable emotions in his heart rolled violently.

No matter what method or means Liang Qu used to dodge this punch, they would not be shocked.

What is it now!

Liang Qu was beaten back, his legs completely sank into the mud, and the clothes on his upper body exploded and stopped at the belt.

He did not fall down!

Caught it!

No dodging or avoiding, caught it!

Pang Qinghe had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

The next moment, an even more horrifying scene appeared.

Liang Qu's serratus anterior muscles undulated like shark gills, twisting his waistband fist, and the power was increasing layer by layer, and he actually pushed Kou Zhuang's fist back little by little!

Pang Qinghe's eyes were bloodshot.

How is it possible? How can it be pushed back in such a difficult position! ? ?

Born with strong bones, born with strong bones!

Kou Zhuang's eyes were red, his blood was boiling like fire, and the loess under his feet was broken like fragile mud and sand. He kept moving forward, trying to push the power of his fist back, but everything was in vain, in vain!

He couldn't do it!

Liang Qu's waist stretched out little by little like a spring rod, naked upper body, in full view of everyone, with an extremely strong posture to push the opponent back little by little!

Like a reef in the water, it did not retreat even a bit despite the waves, but split the water!

Kou Zhuang's arms trembled. The opponent's fist was only half the size of his, but his strength was far greater than his!

Liang Qu countered his fist with his fist, looking at Kou Zhuang straight in the eye, he grinned, revealing his scarlet gums.

"What a great strength!"