Lin Yang hooked his hand again, "Fang Zhenbei, although your pounce was powerful and accurate in direction, you lost flexibility in the later stages. You used all your strength and had no way out. This is a taboo for warriors.
Unless one day you become steel and iron, you must leave room for beating people."
Fang Zhenbei's heart was shocked. He was already very smart in martial arts. After hearing this, his mind immediately became more active. He thought for a moment. He roared again and rushed towards Lin Yang, using the same move of hitting the tiger and flying thunder.
But this time, Fang Zhenbei's strength was weakened by three points. Lin Yang still dodged, but Fang Zhenbei immediately kicked sideways, tilted his body and punched Lin Yang on the right shoulder.
Lin Yang dwarfed, held his arm with his right hand and swung it. Fang Zhenbei's body was thrown up more than two meters high with a "whoosh". Fang Zhenbei's body straightened in mid-air, and his feet hit the ground with a "bang".
On the ground, he was steady and didn't even fall.
Lin Yang smiled and said: "Look, you can only punch, but you can't use force. If I had added a little more strength just now, you would have been thrown to pieces by me!"
Without saying a word, Fang Zhenbei rushed over again and punched all the twenty-four Fuhu Fist styles. Every time Lin Yang hit him, he would suffer a little bit. The strange thing was that Fang Zhenbei
The original anger had completely disappeared, and instead he became more and more excited as he fought, as if he was not the one who suffered the loss at all.
The teammates watching around couldn't sit still, "Captain! Come on, don't lose to him!" Their expressions were anxious and angry. If the team members lose, the reputation of the Wushu Association will plummet. Even a risk-taker
If outsiders can’t defeat them, who will come to learn from them?
Gu Feifei had a proud look on her face, humming a song, and rolled her eyes at several anxious team members from time to time, "You dare to fight my master, huh, you just don't know how to live or die! Master, beat him hard! Kick him."
Butt!" Several men rolled their eyes angrily.
"Drink!" Fang Zhenbei shouted loudly, and the punch really hit Lin Yang's back. But the fist hit it, and it felt soft and weak. He was startled, and Lin Yang dodged forward.
He immediately turned around, stared at Fang Zhenbei and said, "Your martial arts skills are already very good, and you also have understanding. Do you know what you lack?" Lin Yang stopped and the smile on his face disappeared.
Fang Zhenbei slumped slightly, looking dejected, "What I lack is energy, and I also lack a true warrior to be my master."
Lin Yang nodded, "The Fuhu Fist you perform should be coordinated with the movement of qi, but you have no idea. I want you to see the power of Fuhu Fist." Lin Yang said, suddenly rising into the air,
It's that move that subdues the tiger and flies like thunder.
Lin Yang's movements were as fast as lightning. He punched out with his right fist, and a loud "bang" sound was heard in the air, as if thunder was struck out of thin air. When the person landed, there was a muffled "bang" on the floor. Lin Yang punched out, and the wind was blowing.
Howling, the power is astonishing.
Fang Zhenbei's eyes were bright and frightening, and an image rang in his mind. Ten years ago, an eight or nine-year-old boy knelt in front of an old man with a white beard. The old man looked kind and caressed the boy's head.
"Zhenbei, our Fang family's Fuhu Fist was passed down from a great general in the late Ming Dynasty. My ancestor was one of his adjutants. Although he learned the form of Fuhu Fist, he did not learn its mental method.
This is the essence of Fuhu Fist. You should pay attention to it everywhere in the future. If you meet a real warrior, you must ask if there is a heart method of Fuhu Fist. You must find the heart method no matter what. Only in this way can Fuhu Fist be mastered.
Produce its true power!"
When Lin Yang moved his arms to shoot, the air he pumped out made a "pop" sound, as if it was hitting the water. Every time he punched out, there must be a sound of tiger and tiger wind. It seemed that a strong wind of unknown direction was blowing in the martial arts hall.
Everyone's clothes were flying.
After finishing the Fuhu Fist, Lin Yang asked Fang Zhenbei with a smile, "Is my boxing good?"
Fang Zhenbei nodded hurriedly, "Okay! It is the real Fuhu Fist, and it has the power of Fuhu!"
"Who is teaching my students here?" The sliding back door was opened by a "swipe", and a middle-aged man strode over. This man had a thin face, long eyes, and a medium height. He stared at Lin Yang with hostility.
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Lin Yang glanced at him and said with a smile: "Are you Fang Zhenbei's master? Tsk tsk, you really misled people. You gave a piece of good jade to a poor craftsman, wasting this rare good material and quality!"
The middle-aged man sneered "hehe", "I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue. Who are you? How dare you preach in front of me!"
Fang Zhenbei hurriedly said: "Teacher, this Teacher Lin is very skilled in martial arts. He..."
"Shut up!" the middle-aged man was furious, "Anyone can be a teacher?" Fang Zhenbei sighed softly and lowered his head in silence.
Lin Yang smiled faintly, "A martial artist's first priority is to nourish his energy. You are irritable and narrow-minded. Based on this, you can only be regarded as a third-rate martial artist. If you are teaching disciples of your level, what are you doing if you don't mislead others?"
As Lin Yang spoke, he began to walk slowly on the floor. He didn't walk fast, but with every step he took, the ground would vibrate slightly.
"boom……"
He left a long string of footprints behind him. Lin Yang's footprints were light, two centimeters long, and the same depth. Everyone opened their eyes wide. Lin Yang kept walking, and the vibrations on the ground became stronger and stronger. Later,
The whole room also vibrated rhythmically and "boom" and "boom" as Lin Yang walked around, and the sound became louder and louder.
The middle-aged teacher's face changed drastically, and he clasped his fists, "Teacher Lin, stop quickly, the house is going to collapse!"
Lin Yang still walked about as usual, leaving two circles of footprints on the floor. The middle-aged teacher's face changed several times, and he suddenly bowed his hands, "Teacher Lin, I have eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai, and I don't recognize the masters on the other side. You, sir, are too great!"
Lin Yang stopped and looked at his footprints, "The first thing to practice in boxing is to refine your Qi. Only by refining your Qi can you become a god. I will stay in Hong Kong for a few days." After saying this, he turned around and left. Gu Feifei was stunned and started to chase after him.
Go out and say, "Brother Master, wait for me!"
Fang Zhenbei, who had always lowered his head and said nothing, showed a look of extreme surprise on his face, clenched his hands into fists, and his eyes flashed with excitement. The middle-aged teacher stared at the footprints on the ground, "Who is he who is so young?
Awesome, awesome!"
Gu Feifei caught up and grabbed Lin Yang, saying angrily: "Master, hurry up and teach me kung fu. Feifei was so envious just now!"
Lin Yang smiled and said: "You have been playing around all day, how can you think of learning kung fu?"
Gu Feifei pouted, "We are all masters, so we rarely know how to take care of others!"
Lin Yang:......
Returning to the ancient house, Gu Feifei immediately pulled Lin Yang to the back garden. Mrs. Gu also followed curiously. He wanted to see how Lin Yang taught his daughter kung fu.
On the lawn, Gu Feifei stared at Lin Yang, "Master, what skills do you want to teach me?"
Lin Yang smiled and said: "I have a friend. I learned a set of Snow Palm from her and I will pass it on to you today."