Chapter 1477 Are you an internal martial arts master?

Everyone's eyes fell on Kurofuji Jiayi.

Hei Tengjia's cheek twitched, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "What if I caught your palm as well?"

Pi Yangyang smiled calmly, "If you catch it, you win too."

Hei Teng Jiayi laughed and said, "That is to say, if I catch your palm, you lose! So you still have to honor the bet?"

Pi Yangyang curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Since you win, of course the bet will be honored."

"Well, you said it yourself! If my master catches your blow, I will carve the words 'Sick Man of East Asia' on your face with my own hands."

Guangtian Dayong was a little surprised at first. He didn't expect that Pi Yangyang could actually catch Hei Teng Jiayi's palm.

He was very worried. If he really had those four words carved on his face, he would become a laughing stock in the circle and he would never be able to see anyone again.

But when he heard Pi Yangyang speak so confidently, he felt more confident.

Hei Teng Jiayi mainly practiced Iron Sand Palm, but he always admired Chinese martial arts and also practiced the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training and other kung fu.

Breaking rocks on the chest and breaking sleepers on the back is no problem at all.

He didn't believe that Pi Yangyang's palm could defeat Hei Teng Jiayi.

Kurofuji Jiayi was a little nervous at first, but when he heard the conversation between Gao Pi Yangyang and Hirota Daisuke, he immediately became cheerful.

While speaking, he waved his arms several times continuously, just like a qigong master practicing qigong.

As he stretched his arms forward, you could see the muscles in his arms bulging like steel.

With a smile on her face, Pi Yangyang slowly walked towards him and stopped one meter in front of him.

After a series of fancy moves, Kurofuji Jiayi shouted, "Come on!"

Pi Yangyang was not prepared at all. He rubbed his right hand lightly and waved it forward lightly as if to drive away a mosquito.

All the J country people who were watching were a little nervous at first.

Seeing Pi Yangyang's slow and light palm strike, many people burst into laughter.

"That's all? Not even as good as a maiko's hand..."

"Are you trying to tickle Kurofuji-kun?"

"Chinese Kung Fu just loves to be pretentious. It talks a lot of nonsense, but it's all just bluffing..."

Several people who could speak Chinese even shouted loudly on purpose to make fun of Pi Yangyang.

A smile also appeared at the corner of Kurofuji Jiayi's mouth.

How could I not be able to take this one blow?

Amidst the laughter, Pi Yangyang's palm brushed across Heiteng Jiayi's chest gently like a willow branch.

Then, everyone heard a muffled groan coming from Hei Teng Jiayi's mouth.

At the same time, his body suddenly flew up, and flew five meters away like riding a cloud, and his back hit the ground heavily!

As he landed with a loud bang, everyone was stunned.

The laughter turned into exclamations, and then there was dead silence.

Hirota Dayong was stunned. He turned his head with his mouth open and looked at Kurofuji Jiayi who was lying on the ground with his eyes blank and his body twitching. He couldn't believe what he saw.

It took him a full minute to react and he shouted, "Master?!"

Several martial arts school disciples also hurriedly helped Hei Teng Jiayi up.

But the moment Heifuji Jiayi stood up, he spat out a mouthful of blood and his breathing became very disordered.

He looked at Pi Yangyang, who was standing a few meters away, with horror in his eyes, and his expression became gloomy.

He has always believed that he is a martial arts master, and his achievements in Iron Sand Palm are enough to make him the best in the martial arts world.

Moreover, he had studied in China for more than ten years and believed that he was very familiar with the Chinese martial arts world.

He always believed that Chinese martial arts were not as powerful as the legend said, and that it was most likely exaggerated.

But he didn't expect that a seemingly harmless Chinese youth not only caught his palm with ease, but also knocked him away with ease!

According to the bet, he not only lost, but also lost miserably.

"Are you an internal martial arts master?!"

Hei Teng Jiayi calmed his breathing a little, stared at Pi Yangyang, and said in disbelief.

He didn't feel any irresistible force when Pi Yangyang hit him just now.

However, his body was blown away!

What made him even more terrified was that he felt as if his internal organs had shifted position, as if someone was pulling them.

This feeling made him feel like he might die at any time.

Moreover, he realized very clearly that Pi Yangyang did not want to kill him, otherwise that palm strike just now would have cost him his life.

He recalled the rumors he had heard when he was studying in China.

In the Chinese martial arts world, there are external skills and internal skills.

Those who practice external skills only strengthen their muscles and bones, and being able to break stones and split rocks is already the limit.

It is said that the disciples of the inner school can cultivate true qi within their own bodies. When fighting with others, the true qi is released and they can hurt people without being seen.

But he searched hard in China, but never saw the so-called master of internal martial arts.

Therefore, he always believed that the so-called internal strength was just a product of bragging in the Chinese martial arts community. It was something in novels and it was impossible for it to really exist in reality.

But he really couldn't understand what happened just now.

So he thought of internal strength.

Pi Yangyang smiled calmly, "You know quite a lot about Chinese martial arts. Unfortunately, Chinese martial arts are as vast as the sea of ​​stars, and it is not something that a foreigner like you can understand."

Although he didn't admit it, Kurofuji Kazuchi already understood.

He laughed bitterly and said self-deprecatingly: "I thought I had known Chinese martial arts very well after being in China for more than ten years..."

At this time, Chu Ge couldn't help but say: "What's the point of saying all this nonsense now? You're willing to accept the loss. Since you've already lost, are you going to fulfill your promise?"

Kurofuji Jiayi's face twitched again, and it was obvious that he found it hard to accept such a result.

He is already in his sixties. If someone carves the words "Sick Man of East Asia" on his face, his life will be considered a waste.

However, I was the one who took the bet and now that I have lost, how can I deny it?

"Tie Niu, you learned how to write from Aunt Wen at Hongmei Villa, right?"

Pi Yangyang ignored him, turned to look at Tie Niu and asked with a smile.

Tie Niu actually showed a rare hint of shyness, and whispered: "I can do it, but Sister Salina always says I'm stupid and my writing looks like a worm crawling..."

Pi Yangyang laughed and said, "It's OK as long as you know how to write. Now is a good opportunity for you to practice your calligraphy."

Tie Niu said reluctantly, "Ah," "Practicing calligraphy now?"

"You can carve the words 'Sick Man of East Asia' on each of their faces. Is that okay?"

Pi Yangyang's eyes flashed and he said to Tie Niu.

Tie Niu reacted immediately and said happily: "Brother, do you want me to carve words on their faces? No problem, I will definitely carve it well..."

At this time, Zhuque raised his leg and pulled out the short knife, handed it to Tieniu, and said: "If you don't know how, I will teach you."

Tie Niu took the dagger excitedly and said, "I can do it."

Pi Yangyang looked at the manager not far away and saw that he was holding a can of green ink in his hand.

He walked over with a smile and took it directly.

Although the manager was very reluctant, when Pi Yangyang approached him, he couldn't help but tremble with fear. He dared not move and could only watch Pi Yangyang take away the ink.

"Tie Niu, they will have to wear these words on their faces for the rest of their lives, so you must carve them well. Especially for Master Guangtian, he may not have a wife yet. If you don't carve them well, it will be pitiful for him to not be able to find a wife in the future."

Tie Niu took the ink and walked towards Hei Teng Jiayi.

"Old devil, you come first?"

When he came in front of Kurofuji Jiayi, he put down the ink, waved the dagger in his hand and said.

The corner of Hei Teng Jiayi's mouth twitched. He was extremely reluctant in his heart, but how could he deny his debt in front of everyone?

At this moment, Hirota Dayong shouted, "How dare you carve words on our faces? This is Country J, have you thought about the consequences?"

Pi Yangyang looked at him coldly and asked, "What are the consequences? You are willing to accept the loss. Can't you J countrymen even do this?"

"Humph, what do you mean by accepting defeat? That was just a joke between us..."

Hirota Daisuke obviously wanted to deny his debt. He didn't want to have those four shameful words on his face for the rest of his life.

Pi Yangyang smiled coldly, "Are you kidding? I don't think you are kidding! Stop talking nonsense and finish carving quickly, we have other things to do!"

"you dare!"

Seeing Tie Niu was about to attack again, Guangtian Dayong became anxious and started shouting at the martial arts disciples and security guards.

The security guards and martial arts disciples immediately rushed towards Pi Yangyang and Tie Niu viciously, vowing to stop Tie Niu from carving words on their faces.