Chapter 1021: the true meaning of martial arts

In full view of the public, the local will suddenly give up resistance, just like standing still, do not know what to think.

"Brother, what's the matter? It's in the battle!"

Fang Yuying's pupil contracted abruptly, a little anxious.

In the face of Qian Yan, the local will gave up the resistance and ended instead, which surprised everyone.

Other scholars in Beitang also reached out to wipe the sweat on their foreheads. They were in a very urgent mood.

What's going on? Why do local chronicles give up fighting?

Only Feng Yanzhe has a calm expression.

After he confirmed the next decision of local chronicles, he was relieved.

Listen to the teacher, there is absolutely no mistake.

"Wow."

Seeing the local records suddenly closed, the whole audience was in a uproar.

The previous battles, both exciting and intense, were daunting and eager to know the results.

The local chronicles of the 18th Royal Highness, who suddenly rose, were able to share the same fate with Qian Yan, which was not expected by all the personnel in advance.

Two people you come and I go, can't say wonderful.

The two of them, who can be better, all of you are looking forward to the final outcome.

But who would have thought that the local aspirations would withdraw their hands directly? Is this to surrender?

I don't think I'm Qian Yan's opponent, so I want to lose decently?

What a joke! It's all here. It's nothing to do with dishonour.

If they lose, it means that the ancient martial arts hall has an absolute advantage, and they are likely to achieve ten consecutive titles!

It's clear that all of them have reached the final. One more effort can create a miracle, but the local ambition has given up.

This is not fair to Beitang, who came from the counter attack all the way.

"Your Highness, have you finally realized the gap between us?"

When Qian Yan saw the local chronicles like this, his eyes suddenly twinkled with brilliant brilliance. He couldn't help laughing, and his hands caught him again.

"Teacher, what I have been taught..."

The local chronicles muttered to themselves, and the eyes of the gods flashed suddenly, like suddenly thinking of something.

Then, according to what Chu Yun once taught him, he hit his hands fiercely.

Capture.

Fighting.

Taiji.

All kinds of moves flash in my mind like flowing clouds and streams of water. They are carried out step by step.

"If you give up, I can give you some face."

Qian Yan sneered and deliberately lowered his voice to the local chronicles.

The local chronicles scoff at this, and pay no attention to it.

"Toast without penalty!"

Qian Yan's expression suddenly became cold. In his view, local chronicles was a dead duck.

It's clear that I'm about to lose, but I have to make such a gesture, which is not to seek death?

Most importantly, I can't really kill him, let alone humiliate him in public.

At most, it's hurt.

This made Qian Yan's heart very suffocating. He directly used the most powerful moves to fight for the local aspirations.

"Your Highness is going to lose."

"Oh, what a pity."

"I played well. Why did I end up suddenly?"

"I don't understand..."

Many scholars of taicollege all shook their heads and sighed.

In their view, it was the local will that took the lead in withdrawing, so they forced themselves into this situation.

In fact, the local chronicles had no choice but to listen to what Chu Yun had said and give it a go!

"Bang -"

all kinds of local chronicle moves twist the void and hit Qian Yan's double claws hard.

"Crackle!"

Qian Yan's two claws contain ten kinds of changes. He wants to break the local records moves directly.

As long as the local will is broken, then the next waiting for him will be an extremely fierce attack!

Qian Yan smiled as if he had won.

Feng Yanzhe's strength is similar to that of the local chronicles. He can win the local chronicles by relying on the "Eagle and Falcon test wing", and naturally win the local chronicles according to the gourd and gourd drawings.

After their defeat, other stinky fish and rotten shrimps could not stop their ten consecutive championships.

The ancient martial hall will be recorded in the historical records and written into the history eventually.

"Eh?"

The smile on Qian Yan's face suddenly froze. He found that he had many means of change and failed to break the local will.

How is this possible?

It's impossible to imagine.

He had previously driven his local aspirations into a desperate situation. However, he could only defeat them step by step, but now, how could he resist?

Fang Zhi's hands are wrapped around Qian Yan's wrists like maggots attached to bones. First, he counts the points, breaks his Qi strength, and then grabs and twists his whole arm to press it down.

"Click!"

Hearing a crisp sound, Qian Yan's right hand and wrist were broken by local chronicles.

"Hiss."

Qian Yan took a breath of cold air and blew his hair. His eyes were alert.

Can't he make it? Does he have any spare power?

Thinking of this, Qian Yan roared angrily. Fang Zhixian's so-called giving up resistance turned out to be fooling himself.

Do you want to let yourself relax your vigilance in advance?

"Watch me defeat you!"

Qian Yan was furious and threw a straight fist.

Straight fist seems to be simple, but in fact, there are more than 20 kinds of changes in it, which make the void shake continuously.

This fist can be called a powerful one.

The eyes of local chronicles are always closed. He is just using what Chu Yun taught him according to the instinct in his mind.

Only to see him step back, legs bow, with four or two thousand jin gesture, heavy swing out of two palms.

Without the slightest strength of palm technique, Qian Yan's fierce fist unexpectedly skillfully removed his strength and led him to another place.

Qian Yan was shocked and almost fell down.

“……”

All the scholars at the scene were shocked and speechless.

Their eyes were wide open, and they felt that it was hard to breathe.

Your highness 18, this set of ingenious fighting skills has a tendency of turning defeat into victory?

"You look for..."

Qian Yan turned around and looked angry and ferocious. Before the last word "death" was uttered, he saw that the local ambition had bullied him to the front.

The local ambition took the shoulder as the starting point, and hit Qian Yan's chest hard on his side.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Qian Yan's Qi and blood in his body were stirred by this blow, and he stepped back for several consecutive steps.

The blood in his body seemed to coagulate and stop flowing.

Qian Yan's eyes widened with pain, and he gasped wildly.

This move is -

eight pole boxing, close to the mountain!

"Good!"

Feng Yanzhe can't help but roar and feel his eyes wet.

These are the basis of the teacher's teaching, and they should be practiced every day and night.

I didn't expect such a terrible force to break out in a desperate situation!

"You..."

Qian Yan covered his chest and his mouth twitched wildly.

His hair is scattered, his pupils are lax and his teeth are clenching.

Local chronicles always keep their eyes closed, just like ancient wave's unshakable sculpture, without any expression.

It's just his movement, never stopped.

Cunquan, pictograph boxing, plum blossom boxing, dragon tiger Boxing

all kinds of martial arts essence are displayed by him, and they are linked together into a set of striking fighting skills.

All the scholars were dazzled and twitched.

In particular, those scholars who said that local ambition would be defeated only felt the burning pain on their faces and wished they could find a place to sew them in.

All four of them were silent and stared at this scene.

In particular, it's not uncommon for him to see those scholars of Beitang use this move when they are training. At that time, they didn't think it's special. But it's amazing that they can play such a terrible power in the battle.

"This is what Chu Yun taught them?"

The other one was hoarse. Several times, he reached out to rub his eyes. Obviously, he couldn't believe it.

"Yes Yes... "

Some of the rotten wood's spirits were insufficient when they spoke.

This whole set of killing moves, which I clearly often see in my daily life, doesn't feel special.

I didn't expect that it contained such exaggerated value.

What Chu Yun shows to the world is this complete set of killing moves.

It's just the view of the world of wind and dust. Naturally, it's not comparable to rotten wood offering wine.

At a glance, he saw that this set of killing moves was extraordinary, so he became excited like that. No matter what price he paid, he would take this set of killing moves down.

In the end, Chu Yun did not have greed and gave it away to the wind and dust.

As for FengChen, he said that he owed chuyun a favor.

"Bang --"

"Bang --"

"click --"

all kinds of stuffy noises came out, local chronicles used many strange moves to beat Qian Yan without any power to fight back.

There were several times when Qian Yan wanted to fight back. However, the local chronicles stepped on seven stars, and the mysterious footwork made Qian Yan unable to even touch his clothes.

Until then, those high-ranking officials and tycoons could see that the level of local aspirations was higher than that of Qian Yan!

In three months, we can make progress like this.

Chu Yun, how terrible is it?

"Wow!"

Qian Yan opened his mouth and spat out blood. He looked very embarrassed and his whole body was scarred.

He could not lift any strength, almost forced to lean on a raised ground, gasping heavily.

Fang Zhi opened his eyes and said indifferently, "you are defeated."

"I......"

Qian Yan clenched his teeth. He wanted to say that he didn't accept it, but in front of the facts, everything seemed so pale.

All the scholars in the ancient martial arts hall closed their eyes and twitched at the corners of their mouths.

In their minds, they seem to have accepted failure.

For nine consecutive championships, Qian Yan even asked Sun Wei to sacrifice wine to revise the competition system.

But in the end, he failed.

"With the style you are good at, if you just study hard, you can surpass most of the cultivators, but this profound and mysterious skill depends on your talent."

"With your superficial understanding of martial arts, how can you compare with the teacher?"

"The true meaning of martial arts can be divided into high and low."

Local chronicles are delivered word by word.

The winner's casual words, even without irony, are unacceptable blows to the loser.

"Poof!"

Qian Yan looks up to the sky and spurts out a mouthful of blood, and faints with reluctance.

The local chronicles wiped the blood on the corners of their mouths, turned around and stepped off the challenge arena.

His heart is full of respect for Chu Yun.

It's Chu Yun, let the North