Pictogram boxing has many meanings. Its fingers are formed by imitating animal predation and hunting actions. The so-called "pictogram to obtain meaning", monkey boxing, tiger boxing, mantis boxing, snake boxing, etc. all belong to this category.

The second is to imitate the drunken form, wake up and not sleep, and fight in the shaking process, such as drunken fist, drunken sword, drunken stick.

But the pictographic boxing mentioned by Xue Zheng is the essence of his life's martial arts, a yang and strong boxing technique formed by integrating many boxing techniques among the people and the army.

The purpose of his elephant with the most powerful force on land is that he thinks that his boxing skills are the most powerful.

In fact, in the martial arts world today, it is also recognized that pictographic fist is the most powerful.

"yes."

Jing Xiaolou answered, stood up, walked to the edge of the lake center pavilion without any haste, and opened his voice from afar:

"It's so inconvenient for one person to play boxing. Why not fight with you or me?"

"Um?"

An Qisheng's eyes turned, and his fist turned, stepped out ten meters in one step, raised his arm and punched him, and left as if he was stabbed by a gun:

"Just just about to see Brother Jing's masterpiece!"

"good!"

Seeing An Qisheng's fist come out like a gun, Jing Xiaolou's eyes lit up, and his figure was different. He raised his arm and threw it out!

Stepping out, Jing Xiaolou's momentum was thriving. He swung his arms and fell from above, hitting An Qisheng like a whip or a hammer!

boom!

An Qisheng's mind shook, as if he saw an old elephant raising his head and swaying his nose!

On land, the power of elephant is the best.

Jing Xiaolou's hand-heavy force was really like an old elephant rushing, swaying his nose and slashing. Before the fist was reached, the airflow raised had already blown An Qisheng's hair.

Bang!

An Qisheng's fist path changed, his arms raised, like raising a big gun.

Bang!

The two fists collided, making a dull collision sound.

It seemed to be blown by a level 10 wind, and An Qisheng's exposed skin was shaking wildly.

Under this punch, it seemed like an elephant was thrown into the nose.

Bang!

An Qisheng's muscles and bones were shaking, and his feet cracked the bridge deck with a "click" and released his strength.

The skill of Baji stomping his feet is not only about exerting force, but also about releasing force.

"good!"

Without a punch, Jing Xiaolou couldn't help but exclaim, and at the same time, his arm shook and swung his arm out.

Bang!

It is as straight as a long whip, and the force bursts out strongly at the end.

Jing Xiaolou pulled out his arm, as if he had blown up the air, and An Qisheng was flew in clothes.

"Is this Xuemen's pictographic fist?"

An Qisheng's chest was stuffy, his strength was erect, and his arms were penetrated forward, and he met again.

Bang bang bang ~

The strong wind stormed, and the two of them fought head-on and fast, and collided more than ten times in succession at the edge of the lake center pavilion. The sound of the fists and palms collided as rapid and low as drum beats.

"This Bajiquan is indeed extraordinary."

Jing Xiaolou became more and more surprised and admired her.

Elephants are the strongest animals on land, and no ferocious beast can resist its huge power.

The pictographic fist takes the elephant, the fist is fierce and fierce, and the fist is like an old elephant swaying the nose. It is important to swing freely and continuously, the hands are like whips and hammers, and the strength is layered one by one.

Since he learned boxing, he rarely encountered such an opponent who fought against him head-on.

An Qisheng became more and more frightened as he fought. He felt that Jing Xiaolou had room for nothing and did not take full advantage.

The force of the attack seemed to be different from that of him, but after more than ten fists collided, his arms were numb and his cracked tiger's mouth was shaken open yesterday.

"If this continues, at most three punches, I will be beaten to the back!"

An Qisheng gritted his teeth and his mind was circulating.

Bang!

Another punch collision.

An Qisheng's chest suddenly fluttered, as if an airflow exploded in his throat, and a low shouting sound was emitted.

Crackling!

An Qisheng's body seemed to have a series of firecrackers ringing, and his face, hands, and all his naked skin turned red in an instant.

Bang!

An Qisheng's feet made a loud noise, and the wooden bridge cracked, and the cracks like spider webs spread out inch by inch under his feet like diffuse concentric circles.

I stomped my feet and the force rolled up.

The fist pressed by Jing Xiaolou suddenly shook, like the tip of the gun pounding violently when the gun trembled, which shocked Jing Xiaolou's arm.

Then, he punched forward and ran away through his chest!

It was An Qisheng who changed the shot from Wang Honglin to boxing, and then burst out!

“Huh?”

Jing Xiaolou's arm bounced up and was shocked.

The arm "huh" from top to bottom, landed on his chest, and opened it to block An Qisheng's punch.

Bang!

Jing Xiaolou's shoulders shook, and he took three steps in a row, and the corners of his mouth were slightly dry and fishy.

Click ~

In a collision, the wooden bridge under An Qisheng's feet suddenly broke and he could no longer bear his shock.

Caught off guard, he fell into the lake.

"You kid."

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the old man glanced at Jing Xiaolou and shook his head slightly:

"Even if this pavilion collapses, will you blame me?"

He was also a little surprised when An Qisheng burst out the last punch, but Jing Xiaolou had mastered the four-level power and had already transformed. With a shock under his feet, he could unload his power into the ground.

But he never let go of his power and took it upon himself.

"The pavilion is where the teacher sits for a long time. How dare the disciples lose half of it?"

Jing Xiaolou just smiled, shook his shoulders, rushed over to the wooden bridge, and reached down: "Brother An?"

Bang!

An Qisheng reached out and held his palm and crossed the wooden bridge.

"Brother Jing is superb in his kung fu, and I am no match for me."

An Qisheng's face was covered with lake water, and his body was soaked.

"Brother An has not yet entered the process of transformation. It is better to be able to achieve this level than I did at that time."

Jing Xiaolou shook his head slightly.

"Bajiquan, you have already obtained all kinds of three flavors. I was a little surprised by the last punch."

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the old man shook his head slightly:

"It's the accident that the bridge cracks makes your clothes wet."

“Huh?”

An Qisheng was about to say something, but suddenly he felt a warm current blowing, and then he felt a little hot.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he suddenly came to the boiler room for winter heating. The boiling hot stream made his eyes feel a little sour and his hair was a little brown.

An Qisheng was shocked and knew that the heat was emitted from the old man's body.

In his senses, Xue Zheng at this moment was like a big burning boiler, with flames rising up, as if he could boil the lake water!

It was like the Juechen Taoist who was evaporating the rain in the sky with heat before the Golden Palace of Wudang Mountain.

Seeing that the body temperature of the magic warrior could reach such an incredible level.

"Come and sit down."

The old man waved his hand slightly.

An Qisheng came to his senses and his clothes and hair had already dried up.

"Let's go, Brother An."

Jing Xiaolou, who had exited far away, walked over, patted An Qisheng on the shoulder, and walked towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

An Qisheng felt novel, but he was already used to it.

"It's almost extraordinary to reach this level of manpower."

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, An Qisheng sighed sincerely.

"extraordinary?"

Hearing this, the old man shook his head:

"Once upon a time, I thought so too. Later, I knew a lot and knew that extraordinary was a dead end."

"What do you mean by this sentence?"

An Qisheng was a little confused.

"From ancient times, there have been real people who have surpassed the ordinary and embarked on another unpredictable path."

I don't know what I remembered, the old man sighed:
Chapter completed!