Chapter 1310

"Xiyuan, why didn't I find out before, you like watching fighting games?"

Su Chen asked with a smile.

"Of course it's because of you."

Lin Xiyuan turned her face and smiled, revealing a pair of cute dimples, "Su Chen, the kung fu and fighting skills you taught me are so powerful, I want to go up to the competition!"

"When I'm free, I'll make arrangements for you."

"If you want to become stronger, you need to experience actual combat."

Su Chen smiled slightly.

As soon as the words fell, the referee's roar came from the cage.

Wing Chun master Ye Yaoshui vs monk Yilong, the first half of the match. start!

"Drink!"

The monk Yilong is like a wild horse that has run free, he kicks right when he lifts his foot!

Ye Yaoshui is not a vegetarian either, she has been on guard for a long time, and used her Wing Chun hand to crack it!

The two sometimes probed and sometimes attacked, making you come and go. There were loud voices at the scene, and it was very lively.

"come on!"

"Hit him! Hit him!"

"Brother Yaoshui, come on!"

"Brother Meng! Please put the protection on the public screen!"

"Welcome to "Medicine Question 4: The Battle of Receiving the Coffin"!"

"Come on, Yilong! Kill this liar!"

"Ha~~~"

Su Chen yawned, bored.

Lin Xiyuan who was beside her looked very enthusiastic, her fists were clenched tightly, her eyes were full of anticipation, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

After a while, with a heavy punch of "Boom!", Ye Yaoshui, who was exhausted, was punched to the ground by Yi Long!

"Hahaha!"

"waste!"

Yilong was sweating profusely, out of breath, turned around and raised his fists towards the auditorium.

The audience who supported Yilong suddenly became excited.

"I told you so!"

"What kind of Chinese martial arts are all tricks, and they are totally vulnerable!"

"These people who claim to inherit ancient martial arts are also liars!"

"What Bruce Lee, what Ip Man, what Sun Lutang, Dong Yunshen, and Yang Luchan are all hot chickens!"

Yilong was very arrogant and felt that he had already won. "If you have the guts, come on stage and fight with me. If you don't beat me to death, then I am not from Shaolin Temple!"

"Hello!"

"Potion player, can you continue the game?"

"Please look at me!"

The referee helped Ye Yaoshui up from the ground and patted his face lightly.

"I... I... I can..."

Ye Yaoshui's face was swollen like a pig, her eye sockets were black and blue, and she was a little confused.

But he still insisted on nodding, keeping fresh, "I... I can do it! I haven't fallen down yet!"

"good!"

"The game continues!"

The referee waved. leave the scene.

Although Brother Yaoshui is in poor condition, the MMA competition stipulates that as long as the contestants can stand up and stay awake, they can continue to compete.

"I wipe?"

"So patient!"

Yilong saw that brother Yaoshui was able to stand up even after being punched hard by him, so he immediately burst into a rage of "cracking!"

"I'll make you stand up!"

Yilong turned around and was about to KO Brother Yaoshui again.

at this time!

A sharp whistle came from outside the cage!

The first half is over!

"Grass!"

"Let you live five more minutes!"

Yilong pointed at Brother Yaoshui, gave him a fierce look, then turned and walked towards the rest area.

"Huchi...huchi..."

Brother Yaoshui sat down in the southeast corner, next to the medical staff. Watering the water, cleaning the wound, cleaning the wound, busy around.

"Brother!"

A young Wing Chun master looked at Brother Yaoshui, his heart ached to death, "I can't fight any more!"

"Huchi...huchi..."

Brother Yaoshui panted heavily, and glanced at Yi Long who was opposite him. The latter grinned grinningly and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"For the sake of living, I can bear it."

Panting for breath, Brother Yaoshui said firmly: "But it's not okay to insult Chinese art. We can't let a bald man look down on us!"

"Hey! Who are you talking about bald!?"

Yilong's hearing was quick, and he yelled furiously, "Believe it or not, I'll kill you soon!"

Brother Yaoshui is also a human being. Facing such a powerful opponent, he felt terrified and regretful. Do not act recklessly.

But now it's a live broadcast, with so many viewers watching, how can he get cold feet or admit defeat?

Just when it was about to play. A small voice suddenly came from behind the ear:

"Master Medicine!"

"Don't fight him!"

"Try cutting him out!"

Um? !

This sentence made the potion brother Mao Sai suddenly realize!

yes. What are you doing fighting with this reckless man? My physical fitness is far behind him. If I want to win, I can only use tricks!

"Thank you!"

Brother Yaoshui turned his head suddenly, but saw an extremely young and handsome face, "You are..."

He suddenly felt that this face was somewhat familiar!

But for a while, I can't think of anything!

"Go."

Su Chen smiled mysteriously, "I will help you."

"Thank you."

For some reason, Brother Yaoshui suddenly felt a surge of strength in his body, and his self-confidence immediately came.

The second half started quickly.

Su Chen was fighting outside the octagonal cage, with Lin Xiyuan at his side.

The reason why he mentioned this bottle of potion is because he has the persistence of a martial arts practitioner in his heart. The second is that he is a descendant of Ye Wen.

How should he and Ye Wen say, it can be regarded as a little friendship, since they are his descendants, they can help as much as they can.

"I beat you to death!!"

Yilong bared his teeth as soon as he came up, trying to defeat Brother Yaoshui as quickly as possible.

Brother Yaoshui bowed his waist and hugged him. He hugged Yilong's legs and threw him to the ground.

"Wow!"

Surprised at the scene.

No one expected that Brother Yaoshui, the master of Wing Chun, would come up with a hug!

how? In Wing Chun, there are ground skills?

In the following time, Brother Yaoshui seemed to be on the hook, using his dexterous movements to avoid Yilong's heavy punches, and then attacked the joints of his lower body, sometimes throwing a set of Japanese punches, falling down It caused a lot of injuries to Yilong.

"good."

"A child can be taught."

Su Chen stood outside the cage and smiled.

"Wow! Su Chen, once you say it, he becomes powerful!"

Lin Xiyuan clapped her hands, "You won't teach him some martial arts, will you?"

"No."

Su Chen shook his head.

After watching for a while, he still let out a sigh, "Brother Yaoshui is no match for this Yilong, his physical fitness is too poor."

"Ah...how could this be...is Wing Chun master Ye Yaoshui really a liar?"

Lin Xiyuan lamented.

"Not necessarily."

Su Chen frowned, "Blindly denying something, there is a high probability that it will be wrong. If it is said that Chinese martial arts must be dross, then it is absolutely wrong!"

"Because I have personally witnessed the last glorious period of Chinese martial arts!"

"However, in modern times, the inheritance from generation to generation is not as good as that from generation to generation. Ye Yaoshui has not learned the essence of Wing Chun at all... Forget it, I will pass it on to him."

With the last sentence, Su Chen murmured softly, and then locked his eyes on Brother Yaoshui!

A thought!

"Ding! You comprehended a copy of "Authentic Complete Wing Chun Manual"!"

"Ding! You have obtained all the cultivation bases of Wing Chun master Ip Man!"

An unfamiliar mechatronic sound rang in Brother Yaoshui's mind.

He was knocked to the ground by Yilong's punch just now, and when he heard this inexplicable voice, he thought he was hallucinating...

"This is……"

"Grandfather!?"

His eyes flew open!

In an instant, it was as if a master had possessed his body, and a god was in his body!