Chapter 411: : The Way of Boxing

<!--The beginning of the chapter content--> "I tell you that your cultivation technique is quite special. This Nangong Ming thought you got some treasure of a heavenly martial artist... Heh, it's ridiculous! But Miao Miao, next You should also pay attention when you practice, so as not to be seen by people with bad intentions again!"
Watching Nangongming's figure disappear, Fang Bai turned around and smiled at Wang Miaomiao.
"Well, Miao Miao remembered it!"
Wang Miaomiao looked ashamed, lowered his head and said respectfully.
"Actually, that Nangong Ming didn't attack you just now, he should feel lucky."
Fang Bai smiled quite contentedly, and said: "The jade pendant I gave you is not a decoration. If he dares to hurt you with his hands, he will peel off if he doesn't die!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Miaomiao couldn't help touching the jade pendant on his chest again.
She only knew that this jade pendant could withstand a blow from an earth-level warrior, but she didn't expect to be able to launch a counterattack and injure her opponent. Although she felt that this kind of thing was a bit magical, she still believed Fang Bai's words.
In her eyes, Fang Bai is a person who can create miracles!
"Come, take advantage of this opportunity, I will practice the'Yanwu Qingfengquan' again, you watch carefully from the side!"
Fang Bai walked slowly to a flat ground next to Gu Song, his hands clenched into fists, his feet swimming like dragons and snakes, his fists matched his body skills, and he practiced slowly.
With Fang Bai’s current realm, if she tried her best to practice the "Yanwu Qingfengquan", the veins of the fist technique, body and footwork, etc., Wang Miaomiao would not be able to see clearly, and she would not be able to see the power of the fist within a radius of three feet. Stand on your feet, otherwise you will definitely be hurt by the wind.
In order for Wang Miaomiao to comprehend as much as possible the profound meaning of the "Yanwu Qingfengquan" boxing technique, Fang Bai reduced the speed of the exercise to the slowest, and the range covered by the fist wind was also reduced to the square meter of his body, so that Wang Miaomiao could Watch closely.
When Fang Bai taught Wang Miaomiao's "Swallow Dance Breeze Fist" before, it was the first time that he taught Wang Miaomiao to practice repeatedly.
If Wang Miaomiao's practice of "Yanwu Qingfengquan" gives people the feeling of dexterity, speed, strength, and softness, then Fang Bai's practice of this type of boxing is simple and rude, and all people feel are strength and strength. damage.
Fang Bai used only 30% of the true yuan, but he was still astonishing.
Every time he punches, it is like a strong wind. The fist wind is whistling and piercing. The rubble on the ground is splashed and flying. The old pine on the side is affected by the force of the punch. The pine leaves fall down in a blink of an eye. Only a bald branch remained.
Fang Bai rehearsed this set of "Yanwu Qingfengquan" four times before and after, and his true essence was constantly improving, and the speed was faster once and again, and the more powerful.
By the fourth time of training, Fang Bai seemed to be transformed into a giant eagle, swept and fisted, like a giant eagle flies high, the sky is dark, flying sand and rocks, the scene is heart palpitating.
Wang Miaomiao stared at Fang Bai with wide eyes, his expression shocked and incredible.
She couldn't imagine what the result would be if she stood within Fang Bai's fist wind at this moment.
The fist wind formed by the powerful True Essence, even the gravel being involved, will instantly turn into powder, let alone his own flesh and blood?
Wang Miaomiao didn't expect that a kind of boxing technique could be trained to such a powerful state, which was far beyond her cognition.
In the past, Wang Miaomiao thought that a Xuan-level martial artist like Pavilion Master Wen Yu was already a first-class expert in the Chinese world of ancient martial arts, but compared with Fang Bai, it was nothing but a witch, and it was not worth it. mention.
"I don't know when I can practice this boxing technique to such a level!"
Wang Miaomiao watched Fang Bai sweeping like a giant eagle next to Gu Song, wandering like a dragon, out of mountains and seas, his power was amazing, his face was drunk and mesmerized, and he was fascinated.
Fang Bai rehearsed his boxing skills several times, and Wang Miaomiao watching by the side was shocked, excited, excited...All kinds of emotions were mixed, but Fang Bai himself had a calm expression and his expression remained unchanged, as if he had done a trivial thing.
Fang Bai jumped up and landed on a two-foot-tall rock, sat down there cross-legged, and said to Wang Miaomiao: "Although this set of'Yanwu Qingfengquan' is simple, it can still burst out after being practiced to the extreme. Powerful! Have you seen some of the essentials of what I have just practiced?"
Is this simple? Please, I seem to feel profound, profound and profound!
Wang Miaomiao was a little speechless, nodded and said, "Most of them can see clearly...Some do not understand, please ask Doctor Fang for advice!"
"Well, you practice it again and show me!"
Fang Bai said, taking out the white wine and food that had been stored in it from the space ring on his finger, and placed it in front of him, and then drank the wine and the side dishes, eating and drinking comfortably there.
Wang Miaomiao knew that Fang Bai could see all directions and listen to all directions. The stronger his sensing ability, even though his eyes were not on him, he would know everything he did next.
The same boxing technique, Wang Miaomiao's rehearsal, is a bit softer and softer. Although it fits the artistic conception of "yan dance" and "clear breeze" in the boxing technique, the power that each punch erupts is compared with Fang Bai. But they are not the same.
It can be said that Wang Miaomiao's boxing method is more enjoyable, and Fang Bai's boxing method is simple and crude, which is a kind of killing method.
"Doctor Fang, I am finished! Please correct me!"
After Wang Miaomiao finished his boxing exercises, his true essence was very expensive. He was breathless and sweaty. Two blushes appeared on his cheeks. He wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and raised his head for nothing.
Fang Bai raised his neck and drank the remaining wine in the bottle in his hand, wiped his mouth, and said, "More than flexible, not enough rigidity! And your strength level is not enough. Ten percent of the power can only be used for thirty to four percent, which is a pity. Up!"
Talking about getting up and jumping off the stone, he smiled and said again: "But if you are a beginner, it’s pretty good to be able to do what you are now! I will punch again now, and you look carefully at how I concentrate my true essence. , And then burst out!"
He walked to the ancient pine that was shaken by the pine leaves, and without any fancy, he slammed a straight punch.
Bang--
There was an explosion, echoing in the night sky.
The moment Fang Bai’s fist tip touched the ancient pine tree body, the thick true essence that had already been stored in the fist tip suddenly exploded outwards, like a huge hammer, smashing into the thick tree like a human waist. Body.
Suddenly, sawdust splashed, and a tough ancient pine, under the bombardment of Fang Bai's fist, burst into pieces of sawdust, flying in the sky with the night wind.
Wang Miaomiao was dumbfounded, and his whole body was petrified there.
If Gu Song were replaced by a single person, Fang Bai's punch would be a lot of flesh and blood, right?