If Xu Xian could still move, he would definitely laugh out loud at the man. He was drunk and still had a frail body, and with that pale face that showed he was suffering from tuberculosis at a glance, how could he be the perfect match for Brother Wei?
enemy?
With this thought in his mind, Xu Xian wanted to shout for him and teach him how to deal with the sick man in three strokes, five by five, and divide by two. It would be great if he could also take care of the dominatrix who had hurt his face.
but.
But what happened next made Xu Xian shocked. Why did this young brother Wei throw out a beautiful punch? The sick man did not even try to hide, but even kicked Wei Changpan on the right shoulder. Could it be that Xu Xian was drunk with meat and wine?
The sweat medicine administered by Zhongxia made the eyes blurred, so that even people could see wrongly?
Wei Changpan was kicked to the wall casually by the man. He bit his lip and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. However, his body was not slow. He kicked his legs on the wall and used a mountain cannon to attack him.
The man's upper abdomen was blocked by a downward movement, and then a palm that was far stronger than a mountain cannon made him take eight or nine steps back before he could stabilize his body.
There is no set formula for a man who is described as withered, so Wei Changpan, who was taught by Qian Erye to identify the superficial school, could not see any clues about it, let alone deal with it. If it weren't for the fact that men often only have one move in their hands that can be done at the slightest point.
Come in, don't wait for the tricks to be used and then give up.
Three floors? Four floors? Five floors? Going up any further, Wei Changpan didn't dare to think about it. Neither Qian Erye nor Zhang Wu had ever mentioned the situation to him, saying that it was because of the cultivation of seedlings.
So, even though martial arts has twelve floors, he only knows the first four floors.
No matter what level of martial arts he is, he is completely different from him. Just like when my grandpa tried his hand with him, he used several moves and dozens of moves, all of which were as invisible as a mud cow entering the sea. He used all his strength.
After exhaustion, Grandpa Shi will come up and point out where the previous moves were deficient.
Then there was the fight on a snowy night in Qishan County. With just a flick of the wind, Wei Changpan flew out like a kite with a broken string. That was the difference between a weak rat and rabbit and a tiger and wolf. It was a world of difference.
When he tried his hand with his master, it was a sect examination, so all he had to do was use his full strength. Even though they were fighting in Qishan County, Wei Changpan knew that Qian Erye and Zhang Wu were nearby, so he threw that sacrificial punch.
Only when there is a critical line between life and death can a martial artist's fighting power be fully demonstrated.
The pale-faced man with tuberculosis curled up his lips. He never thought that this child was still a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. The power of his punches was increased by 20%. Since he didn't hide his secrets before, does that mean he has improved in the battle?
It's a pity that there is no such thing as improving one's energy by several levels at once.
The man used the palm of his hand as a knife to slash at an angle. Wei Changpan had just passed halfway through the move when he turned his other arm to block it. He just wanted to survive the attack, so he used both arms to make forward moves, one punch and one palm.
Pihu and Pihu are all powerful moves in the Zhang family's spear and boxing style.
After beating him for a long time, it still hasn't touched the man's clothes. These two moves should have left some marks on him.
Xu Xian watched intently, these two moves were perfect countermeasures. A direct punch from the mountain was a man's vital point, and it was necessary to attack the enemy. If the man didn't stop the move, he would be waiting for a serious blow on the crotch.
fist.
Tsk tsk tsk, that taste...
However, the scene that Xu Xian expected of the man covering his crotch and crying out in pain did not happen. Wei Changpan's punch passed through that man's crotch, and the palm of Pi Hu also missed.
The sword of his palm was unavoidable and struck Wei Changpan at the base of his neck.
The force of this blow was so great that the sound of breaking wind could be heard clearly.
Xu Xian, who studied under an old martial arts master in Yuyin County, was once regarded as a disciple who was expected to be better than his masters. He had reached the second-level martial arts level at the age of 18, and he hoped to climb up to the second- and fourth-level martial arts in his lifetime. Realm is not a difficult thing.
In the eyes of the old martial artist who had never been to Jiangzhou, the fourth-story martial artist was a first-class master. In his early years, he had only touched the threshold. Now he is just a dying three-story outsider master.
The difference between martial arts and internal martial arts is huge.
The twelve floors of the towering martial arts, Iron Skin, Yi Jin, and Iron Bones are all about tempering the body's muscles and bones. Only when it reaches the fourth floor, can the martial artist's body be able to produce that breath.
Before the fourth-floor realm, a martial artist could only rely on his physical strength to fight against enemies. When his strength was exhausted, he could only die.
However, when the breath comes out, the martial artist will have the ability to breathe. The so-called intergeneration of Qi and Qi is almost endless, which is a very high method of breathing.
Xu Xian once thought carefully about his future in martial arts. There was an old martial artist on the third floor who could only give guidance on when to climb the stairs. However, the old martial artist was a semi-monk in the sect of martial arts. The sect of martial arts relied solely on his unique method of tempering the body, or maybe The punches are so powerful that he has the upper hand against the enemy in the first three floors. However, after the martial artist's body has that kind of spirit, when the external martial artist wants to rely on his physical strength to face the enemy, he has to weigh whether his own brute force can match it. Number of people ventilating and.
Xu Xian once thought carefully about his future in martial arts. There was an old martial artist on the third floor who could only give guidance on when to climb the stairs. However, the old martial artist was a semi-monk in the sect of martial arts. The sect of martial arts relied solely on his unique method of tempering the body, or maybe The punches are so powerful that he has the upper hand against the enemy in the first three floors. However, after the martial artist's body has that kind of spirit, when the external martial artist wants to rely on his physical strength to face the enemy, he has to weigh whether his own brute force can match it. Number of people ventilating and.
There are those who have reached the pinnacle of external martial arts training. The old martial arts master told Xu Xian, and they enjoy such a great reputation in the sixteen states of Dayao. However, if you don't have extraordinary talent and give up the journey of breathing, you will be lame. aisle.
Xu Xian was highly regarded by the old martial arts master, and several of his fellow disciples actually praised him. Xu Xian was a little arrogant, thinking that the fourth floor of martial arts was just a matter of picking up things. Pan Heng spent some time in Wuhang City and watched a few performances of the fourth floor. I think this is how the literary competition between Lou Wufu happened.
But the fight between the tuberculosis ghost and Wei Changpan completely overturned all his previous thoughts. The latter's skills were far superior to his, but in front of the tuberculosis ghost, he was as powerless as a cat teasing a mouse.
Is this the fourth floor? It’s not what he thought...
At this time, Xu Xian was not even sure about the level of the third floor. Before he came to Wuhang City, he tried his hand with his master once, and he was lucky enough to win one and a half moves. He was so complacent that he thought he was invincible at the level of the second floor. ...Now that I think about it, it’s really ridiculous.
Wei Changpan received the knife blow at the base of his neck. His body was limp and about to fall, but he managed to hold on. However, the number of men in front of him sometimes changed into two, sometimes three, and his figure became even more unstable.
He shook his head and his vision became slightly clearer. In front of him was another fist magnified a thousand times, hitting him right in the face.
No matter which storyteller talks about the fighting scene, he always
It was a person who was swaying with swords, lights, swords, shadows and moves, but he never mentioned how embarrassing it was to be punched in the face.
What an understatement.
The first thing that touched the knuckles of the fist was the tip of the nose. He had no power to fight back and was in a state of disarray. It retreated to the facial bones before it eased a little. However, he still used all his strength to resolve the punch, and the cost was
His nose was bleeding like a stream, and he flew away upside down.
"Damn you, you're almost done playing. I just gave these thugs some medicine earlier. If they wake up a little later, they'll have to make a lot of noise. Why don't you take care of this kid too?" Sun Sanniang said, still taking her time.
The man shouted, "Keep playing, don't get under my bed tonight!"
The joking words between the couple struck Wei Changpan's ears, but they were like a thunderous explosion.
The haggard man smiled, looking more and more like the sick man Xu Xian said. He smiled and started coughing. He finally stopped coughing and then asked Wei Changpan again:
"The second floor is... or... the third floor."
The man's tone was determined, as if he knew that improving the level of martial arts was as common as eating and drinking without seeing it personally, and it was not worth mentioning.
There was only a piece of paper separated from the third floor of martial arts. After the man's training, the last acupuncture point was successfully opened and he was able to go up to the next floor.
But whether it was the deliberate hiding of secrets in the previous response or the current attempt to suppress it by climbing up the stairs, it seemed that the man had already seen through it, but he never said it.
Five floors or six floors?
Wei Changpan smiled bitterly in his heart.
Going up, it's still five or six floors up. If you really fight him, it's not just a matter of one move. What's the difference?
After he figured this out, he no longer cowered. He took out the cannon from the bottom of the box, and turned his other hand to hold the dagger that could blow hair instantly.
The soaring cannon is a life-saving move taught by Qian Erye. Wei Changpan is the most proficient in the five moves of splitting, drilling, collapsing, cannon, and horizontal. With daily practice, compared with many third- and fourth-rate secret killing moves, he is not as ruthless as others.
, the rest are worse than anything else.
Zhang Wu was originally a warrior on the battlefield, and his boxing skills were naturally not very fancy. He was capable of heavy blows, and his soaring cannon was broken when he was fighting in the battle formation. Zhang Wu used many tricks when dealing with the enemy with his bare hands, so he put in a lot of effort, and his boxing skills were also very good.
It can be said to be the most profound.
Xu Xian, who had no hope for Wei Changpan before, saw his punch that was somewhat impressive, and had some hope of "win" in his heart, so he was no longer anxious to think about how to beg for mercy from the dominatrix.
However, the hope that Xu Xian had just raised was instantly extinguished by cold water. The sick man's first attack since his confrontation with Wei Changpan was actually the sky-high cannon he used. His feelings were learned and sold now? Can he compare to them?
Authentic people?
Well, it's true.
Wei Changpan's sky cannon hit the man's right shoulder, and the latter only swayed slightly, while the sky cannon fired by the man hit his left shoulder. It flew out diagonally and hit the long table filled with leftovers.
Fold it, and the bowl and chopsticks will fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.
"My bowl! My table! Li Qing, you bastard, I told you to save some of the rice, but if you don't, you'll die for me!" Sun Sanniang howled and went up to grab the man's ear, "You can't even think about messing with me this month.
Bed!"
The man coughed twice and then laughed sarcastically: "My wife said so, my wife said so."