Ma Hai was moved in his heart and shouted out, because he remembered that his fake monk master once told him that according to legend, there is a martial art in the world called Zhanyi Eighteen Falls, which is similar to the Golden Bell Jar.
It's just that Jin Zhongzhao uses his body to withstand the opponent's blow, while Zhanyi Shibaluo has practiced his inner martial arts to the extreme, using the contraction of his body muscles to neutralize the enemy's offensive.
Ma Hai once asked his master which of the two skills was better, but the fake monk was too lazy to pay attention to him and kicked him out of the room, leaving him to understand it on his own.
Later, after many inquiries, Ma Hai found out that the Golden Bell Shield was not at the same level as Zhanyi Shibashuo.
If a person who is 18 years old is described as a strong adult, then a person who practices Golden Bell Shield can only be regarded as a three-year-old child at most.
At the moment, Qin Feng's body didn't move at all, but the palm that made Ma Hai use three successes turned into useless power. This reminded Ma Hai of his master's words about Zhan Yi's eighteen falls.
"Is your clothes still wet? I don't know how to do that."
Hearing Ma Hai's shout, Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh. Although he had heard of this name, it was in martial arts novels. This kind of kung fu might theoretically exist, but Qin Feng had never seen it before.
Qin Feng looked at Ma Hai and said: "Brother Ma, there are two more moves. Let's continue. As long as you can push me to move, then I will lose this fight..."
"Okay, Brother Wu, I'm going to use 80% of my strength this time, so be careful.
Ma Hai took a deep breath and let out a loud shout. His right palm seemed to suddenly become larger, and he pushed it to the location where he hit just now like lightning.
"Well done!"
Qin Feng also shouted. Without moving his feet, he moved his right shoulder towards Ma Hai's right palm. But at the moment when the shoulder and palm came into contact, Qin Feng's shoulder suddenly shrank again.
At the same time, he turned his body sideways.
"not good!"
At the moment when the shoulders and palms came into contact, Ma Hai's palms returned that slippery feeling. This time, his strength was too strong, and his body couldn't help but rush past Qin Feng.
"This...what kind of kung fu is this?"
After taking two steps forward, Ma Hai's expression became a little dull. He had never thought that there was someone in this world who could receive his two palms without moving.
Although Qin Feng used the force-relieving technique and did not follow up his attack, Ma Hai already understood in his heart that his own kung fu was not at the same level as his opponent's.
"Brother Ma, there is one more move, use all your strength!"
Qin Feng turned around and said with a smile on his face: "If this palm can't knock me down anymore, it will be my turn to attack Brother Ma..."
"Okay, then I'll use my strongest move!"
Ma Hai was so aroused by Qin Feng that he suddenly became eager to win. He hugged his Dantian with both hands and took a slow breath to adjust himself to the best condition.
"Ho!"
A shout suddenly came out of Ma Hai's mouth. Before, his palms had only become wider. After this shout, Ma Hai's forearms seemed to have swelled up, making them a whole lot thicker than before.
After knowing that Qin Feng was a real expert, Ma Hai also let go. His body was slightly shorter, but this palm hit Qin Feng's chest and abdomen Dantian.
The vital point of the Dantian is a place that all martial arts practitioners must protect. Ma Hai believed that as long as the opponent was not out of his mind, he would definitely take a few steps back to let go of his move, and then he would be able to find a way to get off.
"Huh? Why aren't you hiding?" But when Ma Hai's palm came into contact with Qin Feng's chest and abdominal muscles, he found that Qin Feng still didn't move his feet and looked at him with a smile on his face.
"Open it for me!"
Ma Hai was on the verge of an arrow at this time, and even he could not control the strength of the iron sand palm. When he felt that it had touched Qin Feng's skin, Ma Hai was ready to spit out the palm power.
Hitting someone with your fist and hitting someone with your palm have different forces.
When a fist hits a person, the force is often already released, but the palm of the hand must hit it firmly before the powerful force can be spit out through the palm of the hand.
Of course, this only refers to external Kung Fu. If it is used by an internal master, it means that the palm is so powerful, just like Baguazhang. A seemingly light palm can easily hit someone seriously and cause him to vomit blood.
"how so?"
But just when Ma Hai was about to exert his strength, Qin Feng's skin suddenly shrank back, making Ma Hai feel empty and his strength was suddenly blocked. He almost felt uncomfortable.
Vomiting blood.
Ma Hai is also a man who has experienced hundreds of battles. He knew that this move made him old, and he immediately wanted to close his hands and retreat and admit defeat. However, when he pulled his hand away, Qin Feng's chest and abdomen seemed to have a sticky force.
He couldn't take his hand back.
Ma Hai was so surprised that he exerted force on his waist and abdomen and took a step back. However, when he exerted force backwards, the sticky force he felt in his palm suddenly turned into elastic force.
This elastic force was not very strong, but it exerted a force of four or two and ten kilograms, causing Ma Hai to "kick and kick" back seven or eight steps before he stopped.
After standing still, Ma Hai felt the blood surging in his chest and abdomen, a trace of flush appeared on his face, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, and he swallowed it hard.
"I...I lost, Wu...Brother Wu's kung fu is so amazing..."
As soon as Ma Hai opened his mouth, a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. Under the illumination of countless bright lights in this underground place, almost everyone could see clearly.
"Brother Ma, are you okay?"
Qin saw the blood on Ma Hai's mouth, and Qin Feng rushed to his back with a quick step, his right hand became a palm, and he slapped Ma Hai hard on the back.
"Uh..." Ma Hai made a hiccuping sound, but the annoyance in his chest and abdomen dissipated instantly.
"Brother Ma, I'm really sorry. Your palm was too strong. I couldn't control the strength..."
Qin Feng looked at Ma Hai apologetically. He had no intention of hurting Ma Hai, but the force of Ma Hai's palm was really strong. If Qin Feng didn't counterattack that force, I'm afraid he would
There will also be some damage.
"Brother Wu, I don't blame you. It's my fault that I'm not good at studying!"
Ma Hai laughed bitterly when he heard this, shook his head, and said: "I always thought that I was so capable, but in fact I am just a frog in a well. I don't know how big the world is. Brother Wu, you have taught me a lesson."
…”
In Ma Hai's previous understanding, Hongmen was equivalent to martial arts. Among Hongmen, his kung fu was ranked second. Ma Hai believed that in the martial arts world, his martial arts was still one of the best.
But after talking with Qin Feng today, he truly understood that the world of Daqing was as vast as the abyss of the deep sea, far beyond his imagination.
Qin Feng could not move but he was injured by the shock. Ma Hai had never dared to think of this kind of skill before, and he was still a little baffled until now.
"What happened? Could it be that this person named Wu knows magic?"
Seeing this scene happening in the stadium, the onlookers were also stunned. They were even more confused than Ma Hai - Qin Feng seemed to be motionless, why did Ma Hai bounce back like an electric shock?
Woolen cloth?
Of course, there were still a few people who figured it out, such as Bai Zhentian and Peng Shanchen, both of whom had shocked looks on their faces.
Especially Bai Zhentian, he had already gone to Gaoli to estimate Qin Feng's skills, but he didn't expect that Qin Feng was much more powerful than he thought.
"Brother Ma, your martial arts skills have been practiced to the extreme. However, martial arts practitioners should pay attention to a combination of strength and softness. If you can understand this softness, then your kung fu will be further improved."
Qin Feng had a good sense of Ma Hai, so he gave him some advice. If Ma Hai had enough understanding, he might be able to break through the shackles of external kung fu and become a grandmaster in the future.
"Hardness and softness at the same time? Hardness and softness at the same time..."
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Ma Hai showed a pensive look on his face. After a while, Ma Hai suddenly shouted: "I understand, when exerting force, you must be firm but soft, so that you can control it freely..."
…”
Ma Hai's understanding of martial arts is indeed good. With a little push from Qin Feng, he understood. His face suddenly became filled with ecstasy. He turned around and walked out, shouting: "Brother Wu is my benefactor, Ma. In the future, anyone who talks to Brother Wu will
To go against me is to go against someone like me..."
Seeing Ma Hai walking out without caring, Peng Shanchen quickly shouted: "Hey, Ma Hai, what are you doing here? The meeting isn't over yet?"
"Master, I have to go out and try to figure it out. I'm afraid I'll forget it soon..."
Without even looking back, Ma Hai pulled over a torture hall disciple who was guarding the entrance of the elevator and asked him to open the elevator and take him to the ground.
"This bastard is already over forty years old, why does he still have such a bad temper?"
Peng Shanchen scolded Ma Hai angrily, and when he turned to look at Qin Feng, his face was already full of smiles, "Brother Wu, don't be offended. Ma Hai has such a temper. I will admit defeat to you on his behalf..."
"
The reason why Peng Shanchen scolded Ma Hai was because he still owed Qin Feng three palms and ran out regardless, which made Peng Shanchen, Ma Hai's immediate boss, feel very embarrassed.
"Hall Master Peng, Brother Ma is a sweetheart, how can I blame him?"
Qin Feng smiled when he heard this, lightly dusted some wrinkled clothes on his chest with his hands, looked around the field, and said loudly: "If there are any brothers who are unhappy with sitting in this consultant's position, you can come up and give me advice.
Brothers..."
Although Qin Feng's voice was not loud when he spoke, there was an air of scorn in his eyes that made everyone dare not look directly at Qin Feng and lowered their heads.
PS: Two chapters are nearly 8,000 words, please support me with monthly votes and recommendation votes!!!
