Chapter 218 (1/2)
”It seems that this woman is not Mr. Fang's mother --” Tang Cheng finally saw that there was something wrong with her, and said aloud. ”We were cheated by teacher Fang.
”Qin Yitian felt quite speechless. It's not 'we' who are cheated by Mr. Fang. It's your idiot who is cheated by Mr. Fang, OK? I didn't believe it in its original form.
Chiba Xun turned to look at Qin Yitian and asked in English, ”what happened? Why does this woman come to beat up teacher Fang Yan? Under the witness of so many students - isn't it a very impolite thing? ”
Chiba Xun can't understand Chinese, nor can she hear the dialogue between Yan and ye gentleness above the stage. She doesn't know that this matter has a close relationship with his father Chiba's military department.
”This is a free duel between Chinese warriors.” Qin Yitian said. ”Kill one person in ten steps without leaving a line for thousands of miles ----- swordsman, fearless, this is the real warrior style.”
Tang Cheng doesn't think so. It's obvious that this is what Mr. Fang has done wrong. The women come to him to retaliate by beating him. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. There is no water in this word. Mr. Fang has been beaten like this. In Qin Yitian's eyes, he still duels martial arts and swordsmanship. Is there such a great Xia?
Of course, Tang city is not stupid. He will not expose Qin Yitian's disguise in front of international friends in public.
He leaned back and spoke across Qin Yitian and Chiba Xun in the middle, saying: ”the martial artist pays most attention to freedom. Only in this way can we become a real martial arts master. It's a normal thing for martial artists to say no to fight. It doesn't matter to them what occasion they fight or who they watch. ”
Seeing Qin Yitian's eyes sweeping his own, Tang's heart leaped a little faster, saying: ”teacher Fang Yan is a rare master of Tai Chi. After his deeds spread, it's natural that some people come to challenge him. Because China is a country with good military force
”Thank you, Mr. Tang.” Chiba said gratefully. ”I see. Because Mr. Fang Yan has a good reputation, he will be challenged constantly, right? ”
She thought of her father. Her father often had such a challenge when he first started. However, since her father became the first swordsman of Dongyang, this kind of challenge has become less and less. In the end, it has not even existed at all.
When you are very close to your opponents, they will envy you for trying to surpass you.
When you leave your opponents far away, they will only envy you and worship you.
This is human nature!
”Does this mean that Mr. Fang Yan is not strong enough?” Thousand leaves smoke in the heart think way. So father and teacher Fang Yan's competition -- father will not lose, will he?
”What a woman.” Chiba smoked looked at the leaves on the stage and said softly.
”Is it?” Qin Yitian has a bright smile on his face.
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Fang Yan's face became extremely heavy.
Looking at the gentle leaf waving to himself, he asked in a deep voice, ”how strong is he?”
”Very strong, very strong.”
”You know?”
”The old drunk knows.”
”The thousand leaves army has been to China before?”
”Ten years ago, the old wine devil traveled to the east to challenge the thirteen sword sect of the whole island. He once had a hand with the thousand leaf army.” Ye said softly.
”Lost?”
”The old drunk said that the sword technique of Chiba army was not mature at that time.” Ye said softly.
”I see.” Fang Yan nodded. ”This time, I will try my best.”
The feet are slightly wrong, the toes are naturally drawn round, the arms of both hands are stretched out, up and down, as if the birds are flapping their wings.
Keep the middle, use the middle, and meditate.
Fang Yan's mood is peaceful and his seven senses are unified.
Forget things, forget everything around. It's not a student class, and it's not in the auditorium of hundreds of people. He is in the plain grassland, he is reaching for the top of the mountain, he is on the Bank of the Yangtze River, on the vast Beach -
forget yourself, who he is, what he does and why he goes. No intrigue, no conspiracy, no asking for results, people and Taiji are integrated.
I'm Taiji. I mean Taiji.
This time, Fang Yan chose to attack actively.
Fang's plum steps unfolded, and a circle was formed along the position where ye meek was.
He walked faster and faster, and his body became empty, like a mirage.
The arc of his arm is also pulling faster and faster, like the horsepower to the largest fan.
If you pay close attention, you will find that Fang Yan's running track is a circle, and the angle of waving his hands is a circle. No circle is not Taiji, and Fangyan and ye gentleness just form the Yin and Yang poles of Taiji.Silent feet, white smoke rolling.
The light on the top of the head is still so blazing, but in front of everyone, under the eyelids watched by countless people, Fang Yan and ye's gentle body disappear like that.
They became a circle, surrounded by a stream of material that didn't know whether it was dust or white gas. It's airtight.
The audience didn't understand what happened, and they thought the plot was getting ugly.
Because they can't see and they can't see.
Or the kind of fist and fist to meat that I saw before, even the picture of Ye gently holding the textbook to fight Fangyan's head, is not as good as -
What are they doing?
At the moment when everyone was looking at it inexplicably, the huge explosion suddenly rushed into their ears.
Boom -
the white smoke is gone!