Yan Shikuan watched helplessly as his punch was about to hit Jiang Ye's chest. Jiang Ye could not avoid it no matter what, so he decisively withdrew a lot of his strength.
For a person like him who is full of martial virtues, making friends with martial arts has always been a matter of time and effort.
After all, Jiang Ye has no deep grudge against his Yan family. Even if his grandson suffered a loss at the hands of Jiang Ye and his son was teased by Jiang Ye, the character of the old martial artist Yan Shikuan is there after all, and all he wants is to teach Jiang Ye a lesson.
He didn't intend to hurt Jiang Ye too badly.
"boom!"
Just as he regained his strength, the punch had already hit.
What Yan Shikuan never expected was that when the punch hit Jiang Ye, he would be bounced back with a huge force.
Damn it! What is this?
Before I could figure it out, my body had already flown more than ten meters away.
When his feet landed on the ground, they stumbled and Yan Shikuan almost fell off his butt.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Looking at Jiang Ye standing there like a normal person, Yan Shikuan's inner shock was beyond words.
He punched hard, and nothing happened to his opponent, but he felt like he had been hit by a truck.
I obviously didn't see him take action, why...
etc!
Suddenly, Yan Shikuan understood, and his eyes sparkled.
It is a kind of martial arts similar to Tai Chi, which uses strength to fight. It is so clever!
Suppressing the mouthful of old blood that almost spit out from his throat, Yan Shikuan was secretly afraid.
Fortunately, I had a compassionate heart and withdrew a lot of strength at the critical moment. Otherwise, if I really punched out with all my strength and was counterattacked, my old bones would probably be blamed here today.
When the five sons of the Yan family saw their old father hit a punch, everyone was overjoyed, but when they saw the result was like this, they couldn't help but look at each other.
It shouldn't be. How come Jiang Ye was fine, but his father flew out and looked like he had just undergone hemorrhoid surgery?
"Brother Jiang is so good at martial arts. May I ask what kind of move this is? Yan has traveled all over the country and has seen the leaders of various sects, but the martial arts used by Brother Jiang are really unheard of."
Yan Shikuan did not attack Jiang Ye again and said with a fist.
"Is this a move? This move is called Qilin Zhen. It was taught to me by my master."
Jiang Ye Road.
"Qilin Zhen, what a Qilin Zhen. Famous teachers produce great disciples. Brother Jiang is the disciple who created such a master of martial arts. No wonder he has such abilities at such a young age..."
Yan Shikuan sighed, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Master, don't you want to fight again?"
Jiang Ye asked.
"No fight, no fight. You have such superb martial arts skills. Even if your martial arts skills are lower than mine, I am no match for you. There is no need to continue fighting."
Yan Shikuan waved his hand, somewhat uninterested.
"If I don't fight, I won't fight anymore, but you are wrong about one thing."
Jiang Ye stretched out a finger and shook it.
"My martial arts attainments are not any lower than yours. The reason why I suppressed my strength to a level similar to yours just now is because I also wanted to see what the so-called Yan Family Boxing has to offer.
Place."
Yan Shikuan raised his eyebrows.
"Oh? So, Brother Jiang still has some reservations about me? Then I really want to thank you. I just don't know what level Brother Jiang's real strength is?"
His words were not meant to flatter Jiang Ye, but a sincere request for advice.
Because he felt from the bottom of his heart that Jiang Ye was not pretending to be cool. He felt that Jiang Ye was unfathomable.
"My true strength?"
The corner of Jiang Ye's mouth raised slightly, and he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the air.
"Hoo ho ho!"
The strong wind roared, and the true energy swept across. In a moment, a spherical cyclone appeared in Jiang Ye's palm.