It was during the slack season that the villagers all went to the market and gathered together the crowds of people. There were people coming and going on the streets, and merchants were selling their goods, and some took out their inventory at home to trade for some silver flowers. Among the crowd, there was such a rough man. He was about 1.8 meters long, bearded, had big eyes, wore a torn felt hat, and a large cloth bag on his back, containing the silver and dry food for the market.

The cloth bag on the big man was really eye-catching. A thief had already glanced at the big man and followed him sneakily, but he had no chance to start. The big man stopped in front of a stall, and the light in his eyes seemed to have shot something. He smiled contemptuously, put down the goods he had just picked up, and continued to move forward.

Taking advantage of the dense crowd, the thief started to attack.

The thief gently cut a hole in the big man's cloth bag, and his technique was quick and neat. The big man had already noticed that the thief's hand had already reached into the cloth bag. At this moment, the big man pressed the thief's hand with his rough big hand. The thief was in pain and was spinning in place. The thief tried to break free quickly, but the big man's hand was too strong.

"Oh, hey, my mother! Please spare my life!" the thief screamed.

The man pretended not to hear it, walked from one end of the street to the other end, and then from the other end to the other end. Many people were watching the fun along the way, and everyone pointed at the two people and talked a lot.

The thief's voice was hoarse and he no longer had the strength to struggle.

The big man stood still and let go of the thief's hand. The skin on his hand had fallen off. Blood flowed from several fingers, and his fingers seemed to be seriously deformed. At this time, the crowd had surrounded them and the thief knelt in front of the big man.

"Say! Do you still dare to steal?" the big man asked sternly.

The thief kowtowed three times in a row. "Master, I never dared again! Alas, it hurts so much!"

At this time, the people around applauded and the man clasped his fists to signal to everyone.

It turns out that this man is the famous Mr. Jiao. It is said that Mr. Jiao has great martial arts skills and is well-known both inside and outside the village. He created a set of boxing techniques called "Jiao Family Fist", which is passed down to men but not women. He is proficient in all kinds of weapons, and even his wife has a little understanding of weapons.

It is said that several gangsters did not accept Mr. Jiao's reputation and went to challenge Mr. Jiao. Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiao happened to go out for something, and only his wife and daughter were at home.

Aunt Jiao walked three inches of golden lotus to the gangsters. These gangsters looked at Aunt Jiao contemptuously and said to Aunt Jiao: "Call your old man out. I heard that he is very good at beating. We brothers want to learn it!"

Aunt Jiao replied, "Young man, the old man is not at home today. If you want to challenge us, you should pass my level first. I understand a little bit about martial arts!"

The young man walked around Aunt Jiao.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, this old lady really doesn't know that the world is so thick. You have to walk so hard, and you dare to challenge us!" After the gangster finished speaking, Aunt Jiao asked her daughter to copy her guy. Aunt Jiao's daughter carried an iron flail and handed it to Aunt Jiao.

"You can choose whatever weapon you use to go to my house. I will let you see today that I am not a vegetarian!" Aunt Jiao said to several gangsters.

These gangsters have chosen one of their own weapons and are ready to compete with Aunt Jiao.

"You guys, come together! I'll take the call."

Several gangsters shouted at Aunt Jiao attacking Aunt Jiao. Aunt Jiao did not move in place, and the iron flails rotated back and forth in his hands. After less than five rounds of fighting, all the gangsters were knocked to the ground.

"A bastard, you dare to challenge us Lao Jiao with just this little skill. Let your mother have a baby again and again!" Aunt Jiao threw the iron flails all over.

At this moment, Mr. Jiao came back. Looking at the scene, Mr. Jiao asked Aunt Jiao: "Damn, what's going on?" Aunt Jiao pointed at Mr. Jiao and said to the gangster who fell to the ground, "The person you are looking for is here! Go! Let's compete with him!" The gangsters quickly rose up and rolled and crawled away.

When Mr. Jiao became famous, many people went to learn skills, but they were rejected by Mr. Jiao. Mr. Jiao said that his martial arts were originally to be passed on to his son, but he did not give birth to a son. Therefore, he did not want to teach martial arts to others. Martial arts were originally to strengthen the body, and he did not want to use martial arts as a unique skill to promote it, so as not to cause chaos to the world.

Uncle Jiao had no intention of making money on kung fu, but he just wanted to do his best to do farming. However, a Taoist priest from Kongtong Mountain heard about Mr. Jiao’s deeds, so he went down the mountain to challenge Mr. Jiao.

Uncle Jiao rejected the Taoist priest’s challenge. He told the Taoist priest that he was just a farmer and did not want to gain any position in the martial arts world. He advised the Taoist priest to go back and realize the truth!

The Taoist priest spread rumors everywhere, saying that Mr. Jiao was afraid of death and did not dare to accept his challenge.

When Mr. Jiao heard the news, he was furious, so he set up a ring in the village and invited nearby villagers to come and watch the battle.

The ring was crowded with people, and everyone wanted to see Mr. Jiao’s skills. I have always heard that Mr. Jiao is very good at martial arts, but he didn’t have the chance to witness it with his own eyes. Now he can finally open his eyes.

The Taoist priest made a move first, he used the mantis fist. Uncle Jiao stood there and stood still. Seeing the Taoist priest's fist approaching Mr. Jiao, Uncle Jiao dodged and avoided the Taoist priest's punch. Uncle Jiao used two moves in a row, grabbed the Taoist priest's arm with one hand, pulled it back, swung it over with an elbow, and hit the Taoist priest several meters away.

The Taoist priest struggled to stand up, swept over to Mr. Jiao with several legs. Mr. Jiao jumped up and kicked the Taoist priest on the face, kicking the Taoist priest to the ground. At this time, there was applause and cheers from the audience. Several villagers rushed to the stage and threw Mr. Jiao into the air.

The Taoist priest stood up and walked towards Mr. Jiao.

"Uncle Jiao, I offended you! I swear that I will not learn martial arts again and will sack your martial arts! I lost!" The Taoist priest bowed to Uncle Jiao.

Mr. Jiao clasped his fists and said to the Taoist priest: "I am really offensive! I am satisfied now, are you?"

After saying that, the Taoist priest turned around and left.

Since the battle with the Taoist priest, Mr. Jiao’s martial arts are invincible in everyone’s minds. Mr. Jiao has become a sensational figure in our place. As time goes by, Mr. Jiao’s martial arts have been lost, and what is left is the legend of Mr. Jiao fighting hard in various rivers and lakes.
Chapter completed!