Adjust it at any time according to the needs of the battle. The only purpose is to defeat the enemy and win.
This is the concept she learned. It is not a fancy move at all, nor is it a complicated and beautiful move. It is all for the purpose of actual combat.
Especially the set of three moves and two moves that Wan Qinghou taught her. They said they were three moves and two moves, but in fact they just taught her several methods.
Analyze the enemy's situation, and then make corresponding counterattacks based on the enemy's actions. Each of the three moves and two moves has more than a dozen changes.
But in the final analysis, it is not about specific moves, but about allowing her to consider some changes as much as possible and react according to the enemy's attack.
In this way, you will not be constrained by the moves, but follow your heart!
Do whatever you want, this is what Yang Mufeng said about her.
No matter what moves she makes, she can resist them as she pleases and then counterattack. Everything is so natural and smooth, making it pleasing to the eye.
Shen Mingzhu fought with him for half an hour and had basically figured out Yang Mu Feng's tricks. She smiled and said: "Yang Mu Feng, you have to use your trick, otherwise you will not be my opponent at all."
Yang Mufeng's face was gloomy, and the downpour also caused him a lot of trouble.
His eyes were filled with rain from time to time, and he often couldn't see clearly the figure of the woman opposite him. Sometimes he relied on his rich experience to fight against the enemy.
If it hadn't been for myself, if it had been someone else, I'm afraid I would have been at a disadvantage long ago.
He sneered, "Girl, don't be too pushy."
As he spoke, he let out a long roar, and suddenly he stood up high, like a wild goose soaring into the sky, flapping his wings and flying high.
Although he does not have the ultimate Qing Gong technique, if his internal strength reaches a certain level, he can still assist in the achievement of Qing Gong.
However, Shen Mingzhu did not compete with him in Qinggong, but stopped quietly. She did not catch up immediately because she judged that Yang Mufeng would not escape, and if the other one caught up, she would be controlled by others.
This was obviously a trap set by Yang Mufeng, who pretended to escape and asked her to chase him.
And when she chased him, she must have been lower than him at the beginning. At that time, he was condescending and could easily fight back, but she had no time to react.
Humph, she won’t be fooled!
She refused to be fooled, and Yang Mufeng was a little disappointed. This girl was indeed not something to be taken lightly.
Who is she?
If she is so powerful, wouldn't it be even more powerful if she gets older in a few years?
If she is the third young master's enemy, then he must destroy her, otherwise the Yun family will be in danger.
When Yang Mufeng thought of this, he immediately changed his moves, abandoning all the Falling Flower Palm and other boxing techniques, and directly changed to his own bone-refining claw.
As soon as the Bone Refining Claw came out, the surrounding aura changed. Everyone present felt as if it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the clear thunderstorm in midsummer had turned into the feeling of dripping water turning into ice in winter.
Some people couldn't help but shuddered.
This kind of cold is not the kind of biting wind, but a kind of chill that makes people feel cold from the inside out.
It was as if a chill was emanating from his bones and instantly invaded his limbs.
Everyone in Yang Mufeng's group knew immediately that he had used a trick.
They all knew that he had a special skill, but they had never seen it before. Even if the third young master wanted to see it, Yang Mufeng declined.
Yang Mufeng's trick was a sure hit, and everyone who saw it died.
Several companions were ecstatic, they were saved! The enemy was in trouble!