At a distance of seven or eight meters, a fist pile can be broken with just one punch!
Let’s not talk about the distance. The wood of the boxing stake is extremely strong. Even if an ordinary person hits it by mistake, it will be impossible to break it in a few years, let alone the distance of seven or eight meters.
With just that one punch, Jiang Chen was sure that Master Zhang had mastered the Tiger Fist to an extremely advanced level.
That punch combines hardness and softness, which is an extremely profound state of boxing.
Within a few decades, it would be impossible to reach that state, but once the boxing technique reaches that state, rocks can be easily broken, and human bones can be easily shattered with just one punch.
"So strong!"
"Lao Zhang is getting stronger and stronger, and his boxing skills are getting better and better!"
"It is rumored that the elder's boxing technique is an ancient boxing technique. Although it is incomplete, its power cannot be underestimated after being practiced."
Many apprentices marveled that they were deeply shocked every time they saw the elders performing boxing techniques.
"Let's start with the "Evil Tiger Coming Out of the Cave" practice." Zhang Zhen looked at the apprentices' shock and surprise with satisfaction and continued to smoke dry cigarettes.
"Those who haven't practiced Mingyue a thousand times are not allowed to leave! Those who can't do it will not ask to come to him tomorrow."
"In his place, his rules are not rules."
"There are no shortcuts to practicing boxing. Only by being focused, down-to-earth and persevering can you gain something."
“When we started practicing Tiger Boxing, we soaked the body with medicine every day to nourish Qi and blood, so that practicing boxing would get twice the result with half the effort.
Zhang Zhen is famous for being strict, but he is also one of the most popular martial arts masters.
As the saying goes, a strict teacher will produce a good disciple, but there is some truth in that.
"That's money well spent!" Jiang Chen was full of expectations and began to recall Zhang Zhen's every move and practice boxing seriously.
After Jiang Chen's health increased, his own potential and understanding also increased a lot. At this moment, he closed his eyes and kept recalling all the subtle movements of Zhang Zhen in his mind.
He began to try slowly. Jiang Chen followed the opportunity in his mind and took a step forward with his left foot. Then he landed his right foot in front of his left foot and turned into a right lunge. He followed his body with two fists and punched from the chest around his head. The two fists were in contact with each other.
Wrong, lean forward and stretch out your fists.
That action was no different from Zhang Zhen's before, what was missing was Zhang Zhen's aura.
Jiang Chen was not in a hurry, he had plenty of time. After finishing the beating, Jiang Chen's body was sweating slightly.
"That Tiger Fist is so energy-consuming!" Jiang Chen was slightly surprised. Not long after he started practicing boxing, his body started to react.
Jiang Chen was overjoyed and practiced the drill several times in succession. All of this was seen by Zhang Zhen, who was smoking a dry cigarette, and his cloudy eyes showed slight surprise.
But then he didn't take it seriously. The kid seemed to have some talent, but he had too many thoughts on his mind and couldn't concentrate on practicing boxing. His future achievements would be limited.
Zhang Zhen shook his head and stopped paying attention to Jiang Chen. For him, the martial arts boxers were not where he made a living, and those apprentices were just apprentices, not real disciples.
They can practice Taoism, and Zhang Zhen's face is shining now. If he can't see the results, he has nothing to lose. Anyway, the monthly payment is fixed.
Jiang Chen practiced boxing alone, over and over again, and soon he began to sweat, and his body was wet with sweat.
As Zhang Zhen said, there are no shortcuts in practicing boxing, you just have to persevere.
"That brother, what do I call you?" While Jiang Chen was practicing boxing seriously, a tall man with a slightly pale face, Dongba hair and about the same age as Jiang Chen said.
"His name is Fang Zhu, you can call him Zhu Zhu." The young man has a tiger-like head and bright eyes.
"Jiang Chen!" Jiang Chen saw this and responded with a smile, but didn't pay much attention.
Fang Zhu was good at observing people's words. Seeing Jiang Chen's interest, he even whispered: "Is this your first time for Brother Jiang to practice martial arts? Brother, do you know that martial arts training requires the use of medicinal materials or elixirs, so as to minimize the damage to the body."
"He noticed that Brother Jiang's face was red and his ears were red, and he was sweating profusely. Is this a sign of excessive Qi and blood? I may need some medicinal materials to nourish Qi and blood."
Seeing the interest in Jiang Chen's eyes, Fang Zhu smiled again and said, "It just so happens that he knows a pharmacist from a herbal shop. Jiang Chen, please tell him if you need any medicinal materials."
"I can rest assured that this herbal medicine shop has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the shopkeeper is a pharmacist. The goods are genuine and fair."
"In that case, are there any medicinal materials that can nourish qi and blood?" Jiang Chen suddenly thought. Although he could use attribute points to improve his martial arts realm, his body had great disadvantages. Every time he improved his martial arts, his body felt
If you feel very hungry, that is a bad sign.
If you can nourish your qi and blood before adding some, then the damage to your body can be minimized.
"Of course I have. Centennial ginseng, deer antlers, tiger bones, etc. all have those effects, but he did not recommend my brother to take Zhuangshitang. The medicinal properties of that kind of decoction are more mild and will not cause discomfort to the body."
"Fei Ti Soup?" Jiang Chen's heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly had an idea.
"Brother Da Wen Zhi, do you sell the body strengthening soup? What's the price?" Jiang Chen decided to try the body strengthening soup mentioned by Fang Zhu, so that when he increases his eastern attributes, his body will not be too exhausted and he will be hungry.
Unbearable.
"The body-building soup made by the pharmacist is three times better than anything else in the world. Jiang Chen, if you need it, please let me know in advance. I can tell you the price."
"It's time to help brother Zhu Zhu!" Jiang Chen clasped his fists. He also wanted to try the effect of the body-building soup from Fang Zhu's mouth.
"Easy to say, easy to say!" Fang Zhu smiled and returned the gesture with his fists clasped.
"What are the two of us doing? We don't take the time to practice boxing!" Zhang Zhen noticed the leisurely look of the two of them and scolded them.
The two of them continued to practice boxing. The fierce tiger boxing focused on one word, fierce.
That coincided with Jiang Chen's idea. Without any distractions, he practiced again and again, and soon got into the state.
Every time he punches, he uses all his strength. His strength is already strong. Even if he has not mastered Tiger Fist, his power cannot be underestimated.
He started punching with the wrong black wooden stake. During that training session, he did not use Pure Yang Kung Fu in the whole process. In Jiang Chen's opinion, only by punching purely can one understand the true meaning of boxing.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
"..."
A dull and monotonous sound quietly sounded in the martial arts hall. In the entire square, not only Jiang Chen but the others were practicing boxing, kicking, palm, and sword skills. There were also many apprentices.
Time flew by like a red horse, and soon, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky red, and many apprentices packed their things and prepared to go home after soaking in the medicine.
There were several apprentices who were shaking their fists. Jiang Chen was one of them. His clothes were already wet with sweat and his face was red, but he gritted his teeth and continued.
"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven."
"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight."
"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."
"Two thousand." Jiang Chen said silently, he had already punched two thousand times!
"Click."
The wooden pile collapsed into a faint fist mark.
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