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Streetscape park.
Nie Niannian looked at the person next to him and said suspiciously, "Why did you bring me here? You guys must have held your breath."
"Nian'er, I'm so sad that you think so. Our friendship can be learned from time to time. I didn't expect that in your heart, we are actually such people. If God gave me a wall, I would definitely crash into it..."
The voice of the rough young man stopped suddenly, because Nie Niannian raised one hand and pointed to a blue-gray wall not far away. It was an antique room. On the wall, there were crooked stone characters carved by some naughty kid. :Public restroom.
call out!
Suddenly, without any warning, a wisp of strong wind hit his face. Nie Niannian was shocked, but he had no time to react. The speed was too fast, like an arrow. He only turned around one thought, and his nerve reaction speed could not keep up.
Snapped!
A ball of white flowers exploded on his face, causing slight pain on half of his face. Immediately afterwards, three figures emerged from the ginkgo forest dozens of meters away, laughing wildly and wantonly. They were not just the other three ugly figures. , and then look at a pair of exquisite hand crossbows in the hands of one of them. Needless to say, the one who just took action was this research expert who is good at craftsmanship!
My temperament!
Nie Niannian's face darkened and he clenched his fists. He wiped his face and looked at the thing in his hand. He was startled. This is... cream?
"Dear Nian'er, happy birthday!"
"Third company commander, twenty-one-year-old little fresh meat, how are you? Are you surprised or surprised?"
One of them pulled off a piece of brown-gray cloth that was integrated with the bark, revealing a large cake that was more than one meter high and had twenty-one layers.
Birthday?
Nie Niannian was stunned. Well, it seems, indeed, it really seems to be my birthday. I have been thinking about something these past two days, and even my mother is very worried about it. I don’t remember my son’s birthday, but of course I I will not admit that I am relieved now. As spiritual compensation for so many years, I will reluctantly, tolerantly and generously accept your apology and your thoughts.
Implement the line unswervingly, all for the sake of temperament!
So, let’s not worry about the unfriendliness just now and write it down in the notebook first.
eat cake!
"Hey, what are you..."
Looking at the two old-looking porcelain bottles that one of them, a slightly fatter man, took out from his arms and the vague writing on the bottle caps, Nie Niannian's throat moved up and down and he said: "You are not timid. If you dare to steal the old Maotai that your father has kept for more than 20 years, you won’t be afraid to go back and have your skin peeled off.”
"I dare to take down the emperor even if I am willing to be killed!" This is a face-saving project, the slightly fat Shou said with a pinch on his neck.
At this age, there is always some senseless persistence. This is an age that does not bow its head.
Half an hour later, after three rounds of drinking, all five of us were tipsy.
"Nian'er, you've been sitting at home lately and haven't been able to practice boxing. Your kid's Eight-step Bengquan was really amazing last time."
"I seem to hear the sound of reading. Don't you hate literature and history the most? Why are there so many chickens and geese? Are you learning the names of dishes?"
"Hey, are you going to talk about cross talk at the New Year's party? It's an ancient art..."
At first, although Nie Niannian's face was cold, he was still quite content in his heart, but soon it changed. His face was getting darker and darker, but the four losers didn't realize it at all. Someone put his shoulder on his shoulder and said with drunken eyes: "Why does your face seem to be darker every year, and you still change your face? That is also an ancient art! The versatile third company commander, you are an idol!"
Damn it!
Nie Niannian shook off the rough hand and said coldly: "The four of you, come together!"
"Wow! Do you want to compete in Nian'er? He's actually going to fight one against four. Brothers, stand shoulder to shoulder and challenge him!"
"Yes, fight him, let's fight him to death together!"
Four drunken men came forward together and surrounded Nie Niannian. Normally, Nie Niannian would beat two of them at most at a time, but he would lose more than he won. Even if he showed off his power a few days ago and defeated Zhou Cheng, The four of them didn't think that he could defeat one against four. You must know that one plus one among the few of them who are familiar with each other and have a tacit understanding must be greater than two, let alone four of them. As long as they don't break the secondary limit barrier, they can be promoted to Martial arts masters, the four of them join forces and will never give in to anyone.
Soon, a faint white mist rose from the five people. They competed in martial arts. The five people all became serious. The energy and blood pushed the alcohol out of the body, in exchange for a clearer mind.
…
One kilometer away from Street View Park.
An old man wearing a white cloth coat and black white-soled cloth shoes, not very tall, with neatly combed short white hair, moved his nose, and his eyes lit up: "Twenty-seven years old Moutai, there are still people these days. I can't stand it for so many years, well, in the park..."
The old man took a step forward, seemingly taking a leisurely stroll. A figure was still under the streetlight, and a figure had already entered the street view park.
"Huh? This is..."
The old man stood under a thick ginkgo tree, making no sound. Even the five people in the sparring session didn't notice it. It was as if he didn't exist, and there was no breath flowing out.
In the middle of several ginkgo trees, the air was turbulent. Four figures surrounded a figure in the center. They cooperated tacitly. Their bodies were like the wind, and their strikes were sharp and decisive.
"It has the temperament of the military and the tactics of the academy..."
The old man looked thoughtful, and then frowned slightly, looking at the besieged figure in the center. Compared to the storm of the other four people, the young man standing in the center didn't seem to be moving very fast. , but every time in the flash of lightning, he avoided the moves of several people, punching forward with a fist, like a top, drawing circles one after another, the punch did not stop, it was almost continuous, even Just like ocean waves, each wave is higher than the last. The power of the fists is constantly superimposed, and the explosion in the air becomes sharper. At first, the four people who were besieging dared to fight hard, but later they avoided its sharp edge and did not dare to use it directly. .
This seems to be... Babu Bengquan?
The old man vaguely remembered that this boxing technique seemed to be created by an ordinary teacher who was at the level of a martial artist, close to a great martial artist. Because the boxing technique was strong and powerful, although there were many shortcomings, it was very powerful. It has been widely circulated in the academy in the past two years. .
However, in the hands of this young man, everything changed beyond recognition. It seemed that the change was not very big. In fact, the whole boxing technique seemed to have undergone a completely new change. The punches were surging, continuous, and powerful. Obviously, it was not from In the hands of this young man, his boxing skills are still very raw, and some of the essence is just beginning to emerge. Even if it is an old man who compares himself, he may not be able to do it better. Even some of its connotations, every time he understands a little bit, he will understand. I couldn't help but shine in front of my eyes. The idea of modifying this eight-step collapse fist was so wild and unconstrained, he was definitely a good guy.
Although he could not see the complete boxing technique, the old man could be sure that what he saw before him was enough to support this young man to break the limits of the human body five times, condense his mind, and become a martial arts master.
Sure enough, the battle situation soon changed.
Wow!
Nie Niannian practiced the eight-step Bengquan, and gradually reached a state of forgetfulness. Later, he almost forgot that there were four opponents around him. The waves of his boxing skills were higher and higher, and fell into the ears of the four people who were besieging him, as if they were listening. With the sound of waves surging, he stepped forward, leaving a three-inch deep footprint with each step. His punches continued, even getting faster and faster, moving around and around without any suffocation, as if there was no end, without any sign of weakness. elephant.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
When the four besieging figures moved again, they felt Nie Niannian standing in the center stretch out four hands at the same time, and his four fists fell like hammers, like big waves hitting the air, and as fast as arrows, the four people They couldn't avoid it at all. They were bounced up by the blow and flew seven or eight meters away. Then they landed like gourds rolling on the ground. They were all dirty and muddy, and they were in a miserable state.
"Holy crap! Nian'er, this is not the Eight-step Bengquan, it's just the Eight-arm Bengquan!"
"It's continuous, like waves one after another. How to attack and break it, except for brute force, there is no solution!"
"Third Company Commander, you are so fierce and elegant. I'm drunk." This is the only girl among the four losers. She has a delicate appearance and is youthful and beautiful. At this time, she is acting in an exaggerated and intoxicated manner, as if she had been punched. Blinded.
Nie Niannian closed his fists and stood up, still feeling a little unfinished. If the four of them could hold on for another moment and a half, he believed that his understanding of boxing techniques would be improved to a higher level.
But now I am very satisfied. Today I really want to have face and temperament. I really suit this style. I have to keep going. The corner of Nie Niannian's mouth twitched imperceptibly. Well, while being cold, I also have to be close to the people. Don't let the masses feel cold.
"Young man, who taught you the Eight-step Bengquan?"
Suddenly, an old but energetic voice sounded not far away. (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu! Please give me monthly votes and recommended votes.)
