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Street view park.
Nie Niannian looked at Shou Chu next to him and said suspiciously: "Why did you bring me here? You guys must not have held it in well."
"Nian'er, I'm so sad that you think so. Our friendship can be learned from time to time. I didn't expect that in your heart, we are actually such people. If God gave me a wall, I would definitely crash into it and die..."
The voice of the rough young man stopped suddenly, because Nie Niannian raised one hand and pointed to a blue-grey wall not far away. It was an antique room. On the wall, there were crooked stone characters carved by some naughty kid.
:Public restroom.
call out!
Suddenly, without any warning, a wisp of strong wind hit his face. Nie Niannian was shocked, but he had no time to react. The speed was too fast, like an arrow. He only turned around a thought, and his nerve reaction speed could not keep up.
Snapped!
A ball of white flowers exploded on his face, causing half of his face to slightly hurt. Then, three figures emerged from the ginkgo forest dozens of meters away, laughing wildly and wantonly. They were not just the other three rough and tough figures.
, and then look at a pair of exquisite hand crossbows in the hands of one of them. Needless to say, the one who just took action was this research expert who is good at craftsmanship!
My temperament!
Nie Niannian's face turned dark and he clenched his fists. He wiped his face and looked at the thing in his hand. He was startled. This is... cream?
"Dear Nian'er, happy birthday!"
"Third company commander, twenty-one-year-old little fresh meat, how are you? Are you surprised or surprised?"
One of them pulled off a piece of brown-gray cloth that was integrated with the bark, revealing a large cake that was more than one meter high and had twenty-one layers.
Birthday?
Nie Niannian was stunned. Well, it seems, indeed, it seems that it is really my birthday. I have been thinking about something these past two days, and even my mother is very worried about it. I don’t remember my son’s birthday, but of course I
I will not admit that I am relieved now. As spiritual compensation for so many years, I will reluctantly, tolerantly and generously accept your apology and thoughts.
Implement the line unswervingly, all for the sake of temperament!
So, let’s not worry about the unfriendliness just now and write it down in the notebook first.
eat cake!
"Hey, what are you..."
Looking at the two old-looking porcelain bottles that one of them, a slightly fatter man, took out from his arms and the vague writing on the bottle caps, Nie Niannian's throat moved up and down and he said: "You are very courageous.
If you dare to steal the old Maotai that your father has kept for more than 20 years, you won't be afraid to go back and have your skin peeled off."
"I dare to pull down the emperor even if I am willing to be killed!" This is a face-saving project, the slightly fat Shouchu said with a smile on his neck.
At this age, there is always some pointless persistence. This is an age where you don’t bow your head.
Half an hour later, after three rounds of drinking, all five of us were tipsy.
"Nian'er, you've been sitting at home lately and haven't been able to practice boxing. Your kid's Eight-step Bengquan was really amazing last time."
"I seem to hear the sound of reading. Don't you hate literature and history the most? Why are there so many chickens and geese? Are you learning the names of dishes?"
"Hey, are you going to talk about cross talk at the New Year's party? That's an ancient art..."
At first, although Nie Niannian's face was cold, he was still quite content in his heart, but soon it changed. His face was getting darker and darker, but the four losers didn't realize it at all.
Someone put his shoulder on his shoulder and said with drunken eyes: "How come your face seems to be getting darker every year, and you still change your face? That is also an ancient art! The versatile third company commander, you are an idol!"
Damn it!
Nie Niannian shook off the rough hand and said coldly: "The four of you, come together!"
"Wow! Do you want to compete in Nian'er? He actually wants to fight against him one against four. Brothers, stand shoulder to shoulder and challenge him!"
"Yes, fight him, let's fight him to death together!"
Four drunken men came forward together and surrounded Nie Niannian. Normally, Nie Niannian would beat two of them at most at a time, but he would lose more than he won. Even if he showed off his power a few days ago and defeated Zhou Cheng,
The four of them didn't think that he could defeat one against four. You must know that one plus one among the few of them who are familiar with each other and have a tacit understanding must be greater than two, let alone four of them. As long as they do not break the secondary limit barrier, they will be promoted to
Martial artists, the four of them join forces and will never give in to anyone.
Soon, a faint white mist rose from the bodies of the five people. They competed in martial arts. The five people became serious. They used Qi and blood to push the alcohol out of the body, in exchange for a clearer mind.
…
One kilometer away from Street View Park.
An old man wearing a white cloth coat and black white-soled cloth shoes. He was not very tall and had short white hair neatly combed. His nose moved and his eyes lit up: "Twenty-seven years old Moutai, there are still people these days."
I can't stand it for so many years, well, in the park..."
The old man took a step forward, seemingly strolling leisurely. A figure was still under the streetlight, and a figure had already entered the street view park.
"Huh? This is..."
The old man stood under a thick ginkgo tree, making no sound. Even the five people in the sparring session didn't notice it. It was as if he didn't exist, and there was no breath flowing out.
In the middle of several ginkgo trees, the air was turbulent. Four figures surrounded one figure in the center. They cooperated tacitly. Their bodies were like the wind, and their strikes were sharp and decisive.
"It has the temperament of the military and the tactics of the academy..."
The old man looked thoughtful, and then frowned slightly, looking at the besieged figure in the center. Compared to the storm of the other four people, the young man standing in the center didn't seem to be moving very fast.
, but every time in the flash of lightning, he avoided the moves of several people, piercing forward with a fist, like a top, drawing circles one after another, the punch did not stop, it was almost continuous, even
Just like ocean waves, each wave is higher than the last. The power of the fists is constantly superimposed, and the explosion in the air becomes sharper. At first, the four people who surrounded them dared to fight hard, but later they avoided its sharp edge and did not dare to use it directly.
.
This seems to be...the Eight-step Bengquan?
The old man vaguely remembered that this boxing technique seemed to be created by an ordinary teacher who was at the level of a martial artist, close to a great martial artist. Because the boxing technique was strong and powerful, although there were many shortcomings, it was very powerful, and it had been widely circulated in the academy in the past two years.
.
However, in the hands of this young man, it was completely different. It seemed that the change was not very big. In fact, the whole boxing technique seemed to have undergone a radical change. The fists were surging, continuous, and powerful. Obviously, it was not from
In the hands of this young man, his boxing skills are still very raw, and some of the essence is just beginning to emerge. Even if it is an old man, he may not be able to do it better. Even some of its connotations, he understands every time he understands them.
I can't help but shine in front of my eyes. The idea of modifying this eight-step collapse fist is so unconstrained that he is definitely a good guy.
Although he could not see the complete boxing technique, the old man could be sure that what he saw before him was enough to support this young man to break the limits of the human body five times, condense his mind, and become a martial arts master.
Sure enough, the battle situation soon changed.
Wow!
Nie Niannian practiced the eight-step Bengquan, and gradually reached a state of selflessness. Later, he almost forgot that there were four opponents around him.
With the sound of waves surging, he stepped forward, leaving a three-inch deep footprint with each step. His punches continued, even faster and faster, and he moved around without any hindrance, as if there was no end, without any sign of weakness.
elephant.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
When the four besieged figures moved again, they felt Nie Niannian standing in the center stretch out four hands at the same time, and his four fists fell like hammers, like big waves hitting the air, and as fast as arrows.
They couldn't avoid it at all, and they were hit so hard that they bounced up and flew seven or eight meters away. Then they landed like gourds rolling on the ground. They were all dirty and muddy, and they were in a miserable state.
"Damn it! Nian'er, this is not an eight-step collapse fist, it's just an eight-arm collapse fist!"
"It's continuous, like waves one after another. How to attack and break it, except for brute force, there is no solution!"
"Third Company Commander, you are so fierce and elegant. I am drunk." This is the only girl among the four losers. She has a delicate appearance and is young and beautiful. She is acting in an exaggerated and intoxicated manner, as if she has been punched.
Blinded.
Nie Niannian closed his fists and stood up, still feeling a little unfinished. If the four of them could survive another moment and a half, he believed that his understanding of boxing techniques would be able to reach a higher level.
But now I am very satisfied. Today I really want to have face and temperament. I am really suitable for this style. I have to keep going. Nie Niannian twitched the corner of his mouth inaudibly. Well, I must be cold and at the same time be close to the people.
Don't let the masses feel cold.
"Young man, who taught you the Eight-step Bengquan?"
Suddenly, an old but energetic voice sounded not far away. (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu! Please vote for me and recommend me.)