When Bai Ze slowly turned around and stood up, there was already a "sadness everywhere" in front of him. Except for Guo Zhui who did not take action, the only person standing was Sun Li, who was the first to attack him. However, at this time, her right wrist with the gun was broken into two pieces, and she drooped softly. Although she had not fallen to the ground, her face was pale and her whole body was trembling, and she looked much more miserable than her colleagues.

"Hmph, you guys have a good plan!"

Bai Ze sneered and kicked away the pistols under his feet: "It seems that you have done your homework before you come. You know what kind of temperament I have, and you will fight if you disagree. What? The dignified National Security Bureau also needs to use this method to come up and give me a warning, frame me, and then use violence to subdue you, and finally achieve your goal? Or is it that this time, the few of you didn't have kindness in their hearts at all. They were instigated by someone and deliberately came to cause trouble for me, so they had planned in advance. When I took action, they should teach me a lesson."

"It's a pity that your kung fu is really not very good and your speed is too slow. Isn't there a real master among your Guoan people?"

While speaking, Bai Ze didn't even look at Sun Li, who was sweating in front of him, looked resentful, only put his eyes on Guo Zhui behind him, and there was a sense of provocation in his words.

Bai Zeren lives simply and speaks and does things more purely. No matter whether there is anyone behind him or not, he is like this. Even a rule he has always believed in is only two sentences: "If you want to follow the rules, we should follow the rules, present the facts and reason. If you want to regard the rules as nothing, then we should follow the rules without rules."

To follow rules, one must be reasonable. If one does not follow rules, one must use means and do not judge his life or death.

Guo Zhui and others obviously studied Bai Ze's behavioral habits, so they formulated corresponding countermeasures. They planned to use "righteousness" to suppress people first and use the excuse of cooperating with work. They should control him first. As long as they leave Gancheng and arrive at the National Security Bureau's one-acre and three-point land, no matter how high Bai Ze's kung fu is and how many people pay attention to him. It would be a troublesome to do it.

However, their calculations obviously missed some potential things, so this countermeasure has no use to Bai Ze at all.

"Since that's the case, Mr. Bai Ze, you have already cut down. Then I have to ask you a little bit. I just don't know if your iron shirt can block my fist?"

Just as Bai Ze finished speaking, a voice suddenly rang out in the martial arts club.

Guo Zhui stood more than ten meters away from Bai Ze, his eyes flashing. He didn't seem to see his subordinates who fell to the ground. While talking, he slowly unbuttoned his Zhongshan suit, revealing the loose T-shirt he was wearing, and immediately showed his shoulders much thicker than normal people.

The deputy director of the Special Service Operations Department of the National Security Bureau took off his clothes and moved his shoulders and elbows, but he was not in a hurry to do it. Instead, he turned his eyes and took two steps at the same time to arrive at the edge of the field under his feet. The fitness area dedicated to martial arts members to exercise their physical fitness, and stopped in front of a row of neatly arranged dumbbells.

These dumbbells are professional fitness equipment, weighing from ten kilograms to forty kilograms. There are more than a dozen standard glued barbell pieces scattered beside them, and the lightest one is about 2.5 kilograms.

Guo Zhui looked down and his mouth quickly bent, showing a mysterious smile. Then he raised his foot and scooped it gently, and the ground shook, as if he was hit by a bulldozer with full horsepower. Suddenly, seven or eight barbell pieces were shoveled away by him. One after another, flying into the air in a series.

At the same time, the man bent down and grabbed it again, with his hands out, grabbed the two largest dumbbells, and whirled his waist. Woo woo! Two strange sounds, a pair of dumbbells weighing forty kilograms were thrown out like a cannonball. The dumbbell hit the air, and it sounded like a red cannon in ancient times spraying fire. The solid iron ball exploded was so loud that it roared the entire first floor.

The next moment, when the string of barbell pieces fell down, Guo Zhui moved his fists again, as fast as the wind and as rain hit a banana, it quickly touched each barbell piece, but the glued barbell pieces exploded like shells that had emerged from the chamber, and they blew open... Amid the bursts of air, they collided towards Bai Ze.

Guo Zhui's move, kicking and smashing his hands seemed to transform into a human-shaped cannon. Although he had not yet fought with Bai Ze head-on, this move had fully demonstrated the fierce and explosive cannon boxing power in the inner Xingyiquan, and it was perfect.

The huge space of the entire martial arts club seemed to be trembling, and the smell of rubber was burning in the air, as if the "rocket nest" was activated in an instant. Not to mention these heavy iron tools made of pure steel, even if the light and air-filled ball hits a person at this speed, it would be enough to break the bones and tendons.

The strength of an internal master is not the power in the general sense. The higher the skill, the greater the power. People like Guo Zhui, with one blow, there will be almost no waste in the cannon fist. Once these dumbbells and barbell pieces hit the target, the kinetic energy that can burst out within an effective distance is almost no different from real shells. Ordinary people will be divided into pieces when they hit the target.

But now, Bai Ze saw the iron flow coming in the sky, but his eyes did not stare at the threats that were almost within reach in front of him, but placed them on the opponent's chest as soon as possible. Just as he punched and kicked, Guo Zhui's chest suddenly fluttered, especially the position on the left heart mouth was immediately wet with sweat. Obviously, it was the force of the cannon fist to stimulate the qi and blood, and all he used was a kind of heart force, which made the sweat pass through the pores in an instant and wet his chest.

The most important and basic five elements in Xingyiquan are chopping, collapse, drilling, cannon, and horizontal. Each fist has a special method of exerting force, corresponding to the internal organs and secretly combining with the five elements. Among them, this cannon fist is practiced with a sense of mind. When practicing to a high level, the heart and blood will explode, like a fire burning the body, and hitting it in the air, like a tiger pounces on the food.

"This is the real Xingyiquan! I didn't practice my kung fu to the point where the lighter exploded with everything, and I couldn't do this at all. Guo Zhui is really a good opponent, but it's not enough to deal with me..."

There seemed to be a light coming out of his eyes. Bai Ze's back sank, he stumbled into the ape's arms, and he grabbed the sky lightly. Suddenly, more than a dozen arm shadows appeared in the sky, rising and falling one after another, and he grabbed the iron stream in the sky one by one and threw it on the ground.

Bai Ze's face was expressionless, his eagle claws were undulating, his arms were like circles, and his elbows were shattered and zipped, like strings of pianos. But for some reason, the heavy dumbbells and barbell pieces he grabbed fell to the ground, but there was no sound.

This feeling was extremely strange, as if those things were in Bai Ze's hands, all the weight was removed, and they were as light as four taels of cotton to the ground. They didn't look like metal equipment at all.

"This Guo Zhui's kung fu is so wise that he has already practiced the cannon power of Xingyiquan to this level. With a random blow, he can create artistic conception with his hands and feet. It seems that I only saw some information about such skills. The older generation of martial artists in the Republic of China talk about something similar. His move just now, his fists and feet were like cannons, and he tried hard from the air, but his strength was hidden in the dumbbells, without any leakage... I don't know if Bai Ze can handle such a high martial arts? But then again, Bai Ze's eagle claw skills are really magical. He can catch them in this way, and he is as light as nothing. I wonder what the reason is?"

At the same time, Wei Tianzi and Li Weijian on the second floor couldn't help but run down when they heard the gunshots downstairs, but they never thought that as soon as they turned the stairs, they saw such a scene in front of them. Li Weijian, who came out first, suddenly felt his head buzzing, his eyes wide open, and he stood there blankly.

Although his kung fu is not yet first-class, it is a family-born skill after all. Many things have been told by the elderly at home, so his knowledge is not too bad. When he saw Guo Zhui and Bai Ze's actions, he immediately saw something that shocked him and his nerves were numb.

I couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

In fact, those who have reached the best level of kung fu have mastered their own strength to the extreme. They are also aware of the changes in hardness and softness and can do whatever they want.

The most prominent example is some special practices and achievements in Tai Chi, including the widely circulated mosquitoes and flies that cannot fall, and the softest force that does not touch the body, and the invincible Tai Chi pounding method that is hard and fierce, as if it is thunder strikes the top of the sky. The changes in hardness and softness in the fighting method are actually the wonder of ghosts and gods.

Bai Ze just used the "Dragon-catching power" at the highest level of eagle claw skills. He grabbed it with one hand and changed the yin and yang. When his wrist trembled, it seemed like a large spear full of elasticity. The edges trembled slightly, and completely dissolved the cannon fist force that Guo Zhui attached to the dumbbell. He threw it down and was full of softness and then fell to the ground as light as a feather.

The changes in his skill in this skill were full of flavor, without a trace of fireworks, and were actually stronger than Guo Zhui's cannon fist power.

When Bai Ze practiced the eagle claw skills, he started by grabbing the small porcelain jar and slowly filled the sand in it. Then he used his wrist force to grab the wooden stake. When he was in Mount Emei, he could not only grab the boxing stakes three or four feet deep underground, but also prevent a bowl of clear water from splashing out on the stake. The fingers were divided into yin and yang, and the grasp of hardness and softness was so wonderful that he practiced the best "Yin and yang" in this skill.

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