"Don't flatter yourself. Come on, come on. Stop dithering."

When he really gets angry, Taoist Long Yun no longer looks like a master, but just a thug fighting on the street.

This was actually not the case before.

He attaches the greatest importance to self-cultivation.

This is because I have been hanging out with Tang Xiaobao for a long time and have been influenced by him.

You have to know that if Tang Xiaobao talks about martial arts, he will definitely crush him a thousand times, but what does it matter?

Is Tang Xiaobao an expert?

yes.

Does Tang Xiaobao have the demeanor of a master?

No.

Not at all.

Ye Jianming and Mo Xinyi exchanged glances, and without further ado, they pounced forward.

This time, Mo Xinyi used the Twelve-Way Spring Kick, focusing on attacking Taoist Long Yun's lower body, while Ye Jianming launched a crazy quick attack, focusing on attacking Taoist Long Yun's upper body.

The two of them cooperated very well.

If it were someone else.

No one in the Hong Kong martial arts world could withstand the crazy attacks of the two of them.

After all, these are two masters.

Unfortunately, they met a real martial arts master, the head of Wudang, Taoist Long Yun.

Taoist Long Yun twisted his body to avoid the two men's attack, and his body floated over their heads and landed a few meters away.

“One move!”

He actually started counting himself.

Ye Jianming and Mo Xinyi's hearts skipped a beat.

However, there are only ten moves.

As long as we keep attacking and don't give Taoist Long Yun any chance to attack, there is still a good chance of winning.

Even if we win, we will still lose face.

But they really need this victory, otherwise, they will lose face today.

From a certain perspective, Ye Jianming was not wrong. He was also fighting on behalf of the Hong Kong martial arts community.

There is no room for error.

As long as they can get the Shenlong Wulin Group to withdraw from Hong Kong, they will be the greatest heroes. Who would dare to say anything? What does personal honor and disgrace matter?

"Two moves."

Taoist Long Yun turned around to dodge the two attacks and retreated again.

The two became more confident and attacked more fiercely.

"Three moves."

"Four moves."

"Five moves."

Ye Jianming was secretly happy.

Halfway through the ten moves.

If you can hold on for another five moves, you will win.

Of course, he was also a little nervous inside.

So far, Taoist Long Yun has not taken any action and looks calm. It seems that he must have a trump card and confidence.

He didn't care about that anymore and attacked again.

"Six moves."

"Seven moves."

"Eight moves."

There are two more tricks.

"Hmph, I won't play with you anymore."

After Taoist Long Yun counted to the eighth move, he did not retreat anymore. Instead, he went forward to meet the attack.

Ye Jianming didn't think much about it and quickly punched Taoist Long Yun in the chest with his fists.

Unfortunately, the starting point is like an iron plate.

He only threw two punches and his arms were numb from the shock.

Mo Xinyi also kicked Taoist Long Yun in the knee.

His face changed.

My whole leg was in pain from the shock.

Iron shirt?

Golden Bell Cover?

Is there really such a martial art?

This thought came to both of their minds at the same time.

They actually encountered the legendary iron shirt and golden bell cover.

However, they did not have time to think or sigh, as Taoist Long Yun had already slapped Ye Jianming on the chest.

Ye Jianming was beaten back more than ten meters and finally managed to stabilize his body.

Taoist Long Yun grabbed Master Mo Xin's ankle with one hand and kicked him.

Mo Xinyi was not so lucky and was thrown out.

Bang!

Mo Xinyi fell to the ground a few meters away, stars in his eyes, a sharp pain in his chest, and then he vomited blood.

As if it was pre-arranged, Ye Jianming, who had just been standing, suddenly fell to the ground with a loud bang, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone present was stunned.

Isn’t this too powerful?

Just one move was enough to defeat the two martial arts masters, and they were defeated so miserably?

The first eight moves were really just for fun!

Taoist Long Yun glanced at the two people on the ground with contempt, and reached out to flick his Taoist robe twice.

In fact, his Taoist robe is very clean.

From beginning to end, the two of them were not touched at all.

"Is this the leader of Hong Kong's martial arts world? I'm so disappointed. I'm telling you, from today on, all your boxing gyms must close, or I'll come knocking on your doors one by one."

After saying this, Taoist Long Yun turned and left.

No one dared to stop him.

When they reached the door, Taoist Long Yun turned around and said, "I'm too lazy to go looking for each family one by one. I'll give you two days to discuss it. Just say that the Shenlong Wulin Group is about to enter Hong Kong. I'm following the rules of the martial arts world. If anyone disagrees, they can come to me. I'll be staying at the Minghua Hotel. If we want to coexist peacefully and develop together, then we should cooperate. Anyone who dares to play with a knife behind our backs must follow the rules of our martial arts world. Oh, let me remind you, these are the rules of our mainland martial arts world, and I make the rules!"

He walked away.

Mo Xinyi and Ye Jianming looked at each other, both very angry, and spit out blood together.

The rules are set by Taoist Long Yun...

Well, the strong naturally have the right to make the rules.

It has always been like this.

However, how can you, alone, have the final say in the entire Hong Kong martial arts world?

The expressions of the group of Hung Gar disciples at this moment were somewhat complicated, with awe, but more of uneasiness, as if a sharp sword was hanging over their heads.

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