Chapter 8: 1 Boxing, 2 Grand Masters

"Wang Honglin!"
Luan Qisheng recognized the old man sitting and drinking tea under the old tree at a glance.
The small courtyard, the old tree, the blue slate, and the sitting old man together form a quiet and harmonious picture.
Suddenly, An Qisheng thought he had come to the small courtyard 300 years ago.
This is not travelling through time and space, but it is almost no different from travelling through time and space!
Purr ~
There seemed to be a breeze blowing over the old tree, and the leaves rang, and the old man suddenly moved.
Raising one arm forward broke the extremely harmonious aura in the courtyard, as if the entire courtyard was shaken!
Boom!
I have a punch first, and then there is a thunder burst!
For a moment, the old man went from extreme silence to extreme movement, and the furious winds between his fists and kicks swelled, and the fist wind wrapped around the dust around him. The old trees in the courtyard were like storms and the leaves were like rain.
Bajiquan is known as "knock in the air, and kick in Kyushu", and its meaning is wide open and unparalleled!
But An Qisheng has never seen such a violent octopus fist!
The seemingly thin body of the old man contained the power that shocked An Qisheng.
The octopus rack that he was most familiar with, and used it in the hands of the old man, let him know what is peaking!
"This is the eight pole boxing."
Luan Qisheng was full of admiration in his heart.
As soon as I thought about it, I entered the old man's body with a very wonderful gesture, along the bridge transformed by the text, into the picture scroll of 300 years ago!
Bang bang bang ~
Howling ~
The heart beats like a cymbal, and blood flows like a river.
As soon as Xun Gang entered Wang Honglin's body, he felt an extremely powerful feeling born from An Qisheng's heart.
This is far from the feeling of entering into the Taoist body before.
He can feel that every inch of muscles and bones in this body contains some explosive power to be sprayed.
This is nothing like a body that a senior man can have!
At this instant, it was like a tricycle mounted from the leg, replaced by the world's top supercar, no, it is even more exaggerated!
"This, this is, Po Dan ?!"
Luan Qisheng didn't even care about the domineering eight-pole fist that induced the elderly, and was attracted by another discovery.
In his feelings, the old man's strength was very violent, but he was very mellow.
When he was quiet, his spirit was restrained and not leaked. All the sharp edges converged, and he sat and slumped into a circle, while his movements were like volcanic eruption, and Lei Gong punished.
Is very similar to the description of Danjing he saw in the classics.
Luan Qisheng was shocked and delighted, and Wang Honglin actually held Dan with an outside goal like Ba Ji Quan!
I want to know that even after Daxuan three hundred years later, Dan Jing is also a strong player, enough to be an instructor in the army, or to run a special brigade.
And in Daxuan's records, it is almost impossible to say that there is no other boxing method.
"Holding Dan Dan is not leaking, maybe it is the way to cure my strange disease?"
Blessed to the soul, An Qisheng suddenly thought of something.
Regardless of boxing skills or medical skills, Daxuan three hundred years later is far beyond three hundred years ago. Even if Gu Changfeng is still regarded as the first boxer in three hundred years, there is no way to tell whether there is something in it.
的 Severe terminal illnesses that can't be cured after 300 years, there must be no conditions for cure 300 years ago!
For a moment, An Qisheng was suddenly bright, and there were stories about Gu Changfeng, one after another.
The ancient Changfeng, who learned boxing at the age of eleven, was a great student at the age of seventeen. He walked the world without resistance. The weak crown year was already the world's first boxer.
Zeng Yuandu crossed the East to assassinate Emperor Fuso.
He even hovered outside the Golden Eagle White House for three days, and was so shocked that the President of the Golden Eagle could not sleep at night, and he couldn't live all day long.
No matter whether the posterity is black or black, how much its deeds are true and how many are false, but its Xi Wu talent is the best in the world, but no one doubts it.
If Gu Changfeng's disease is really the same as him, then instead of believing that the doctor at the time, it is better to believe that he was holding Dan and healed without medicine!
"If so."
Wu Anqi's life resumed his state of mind, and he began to realize the vigorous way of boxing of the elderly.
With this feeling, An Qisheng seemed to see a new world.
Wang Honglin's strength has been integrated, and the inside and outside are combined in one move and one style. When his foot shakes, he starts from the ground and moves around the shin, knee, waist, shoulder, elbow, wrist, palm, and finger. .
Qi Qi's fingertips and fists thunder, but at the same time, his shin, knees, waist, shoulders, elbows, wrists, and palms can burst out of force.
Even, with Dan Jing's control of strength, even the ears can kill people!
"Hoo!"
In the small courtyard, the old man suddenly closed his fists, and the transition from extreme movement to extreme silence was also only in the blink of an eye.
Only the dust of leaves and circles flying around, and the unstoppable fist wind and waves, show that the previous scene is true.
An Qisheng, who felt the whole change in the strength of the old man, felt deeper.
The first instant of punches was like thunder, and the next instant of silence was like pine and cypress.
The blood and blood movement of the old man's whole body, the change of strength, and even the heart beat, all settle at this moment.
The tadpole is like the machine of midwinter.
"The mystery of Danjing is not only about sending, but also about receiving, and even, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is more important than sending."
Luan Qisheng raised Mingwu and wished to immediately go out and punch a set of punches.
"Mr. Wang's is really fierce and unparalleled! The fist is already so, I don't know how far the marksmanship has come."
At this moment, a voice of appreciation sounded outside the courtyard with a calm voice.
Wang Honglin, who was standing by his hands, seems to have known for a long time, but just raised his eyelids: "It's your job to set up the Central Martial Arts Museum. I won't participate, and I won't pass it on."
"The great mystery today is in a situation that hasn't changed for thousands of years. There are bandits running inside, warlords occupying one side, and powers peeping outside. Although we are martial arts, we can't be alone."
Outside the small courtyard, the quiet voice of the visitors came with the meaning of Jin Ge:
"You and me martial arts still talk with your fists. If you don't go down, it's better than the old man's one-and-a-half move. He also asked the old man to follow me to the magic city and sit in the Central Martial Arts Hall."
"It seems that this set of boxing techniques demonstrated by your husband has not made you retreat."
In the courtyard, Wang Honglin's eyes were half closed, his breath was condensed like the sea, and it seemed like a volcano that was about to gush:
"I heard that 11 students learned boxing, six years of success, invincible since his debut, old man, it is necessary to teach."
11 learn boxing, six years of success?
This person is, Gu Changfeng!
An Qisheng, who was quietly listening to the conversation between the two, couldn't help but shock. Did the two great masters play against each other 300 years ago?
"Unfortunately, although the old gentleman was in his sixties, his blood was locked in the state of holding Dan, but in the end he was not as strong as a man."
After a long sigh, the portal of the courtyard was slowly opened.
Under the drooping sun, the youth slowly looked up:
"Let's let it down and see the old Liuhe big gun!"