Divine Fist!

At the end of the Great New Year, the dragon flag fell to the ground, and military disasters continued for many years. There is endless war in the north, but the lights of Xiangjiang are brightly lit. Man Mo Temple, John's Hall, Tongxi Fengyue, Kowloon Walled City, Nana Lao opened altars, asked Mi Po to find out the secrets, beat up villains under the Gooseneck Bridge, lion dances and green picking in front of the martial arts hall... This is Xiangjiang. Surrounded by nine rings, people from the Tang Dynasty live at the foot of the mountain, and foreigners live on the mountain. The higher you go up, the more oceanic you go. The king of medicine hangs a pot to help the world, the dragon subduing Buddha has angry eyes and lowered eyebrows, the tiger-headed Shaobao is known as the best in the world, the ten fists of Guangdong stand on the top of a mountain, the dragon city Maha dwells deep in the stronghold and cannot come out... The northern boxers went south to escape the chaos, and dragons and snakes from all over the world converged on Xiangjiang. Southern fists and northern legs, monks, Taoists, laymen, witches, and three religions all crowded here to seek food. The rules of the rivers and lakes were greater than the king's laws. As the saying goes, winning or losing is determined by raising one's feet, and life or death is determined by fists. Liang Hong stepped into this troubled time in Xiangjiang, and worked hard to practice Chinese martial arts, just to have a perfect body, a clear mind and a clear mind, and to come and go freely. But in Xiangjiang, if you don't look for the world, the world will come looking for you. If you want to stay out of things, you must first have the ability to stay out of things. In the life and death arena, he cupped his fists and saluted. "I'm Liang Hong." "Please enlighten me."