Wang Zhiyi asked with some curiosity. He had studied martial arts all his life and majored in boxing. He thought that there were only a handful of people in the world who could compare with him in boxing skills. However, he couldn't see Su Yin's starting moves at this time.
I understand, but I have never seen it before, but it feels very extraordinary.
"Tai Chi Cloud Hands."
Su Yin lowered his eyes and said calmly.
"Master Su must be an expert in Sanshou boxing, and I would like to ask for some advice today."
Wang Zhiyi's loyalty sank into his Dantian, and he took the initiative to take action.
Although Emperor Liao ordered him to lose to Su Ziyin, he could naturally ask for advice first and then pretend to lose to her.
In just a few steps, Wang Zhiyi's figure appeared in front of Su Yin like a wisp of blue smoke at an astonishing speed.
A punch was thrown out in a cool and unrestrained manner, and it went straight to the door in front of Su Yin. Before the punch came, a strong wind hit his face, like a wall of air formed out of thin air, and a strong breath hit him in the face.
For a moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. If an ordinary person faced such a punch, they would probably just watch and wait for the fist to hit them.
Su Yin was not in a hurry, squinting his eyes slightly, opening and closing his hands, moving his feet forward and back, and the wall of air spread strangely to both sides, as if he had encountered a slippery loach, and there was no use at all.
Strength.
But Wang Zhiyi's light but powerful punch fell into the air in one fell swoop.
Wang Zhiyi was shocked. He thought about countless possibilities to block it, but he never thought that Su Yin would break his punch like this.
The wall of energy he formed by using his energy had no effect on Su Yin at all.
This was the first time he encountered such a weird thing. Since then, he has been cultivating Buqi and Gang. It was the first time that someone solved it so easily.
Su Yin's movements did not stop. She rounded her hands, made a Tai Chi yin and yang, crossed her palms, and pushed forward suddenly.
An even weirder scene appeared. The air balls that passed by Su Yin suddenly gathered in her hands, gathered into a ball again like real objects, pushed out, and slammed into Wang Zhiyi.
The energy was raging, and Wang Zhiyi's robe was constantly fluttering under the strong wind, flying up and down. Under the impact of the air mass, the whole person suddenly took seven or eight steps back before he stabilized his figure.
"How is that possible!"
Wang Zhiyi looked at Su Yin in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost. It was clear that the energy he released actually hit him, as if he was attacking himself.
It was simply too weird and unbelievable, how did that Su Ziyin do it!
If everyone can do this, then why bother meditating day and night and working hard to practice Qigong? What you have cultivated can be used by others, why don't you practice it yourself?
At the age of three, Wang Zhiyi followed his master to learn martial arts, practiced internal qigong, and practiced diligently. It took him 40 years to achieve his current achievements. His abilities come entirely from accumulation.
But Su Ziyin just shook it casually a few times, snatched away the cloth Qi Chenggang that he had worked so hard to cultivate, and used it for his own use, injuring him instead.
I have never heard of such a weird thing before.
"What kind of martial arts do you have?"
Wang Zhiyi looked at Su Yin in shock, his eyes solemn, and he finally became serious. If he couldn't find out the truth about Su Ziyin, let alone give in to Su Ziyin, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to win her even if he tried his best.