"Wang Honglin!"
An Qisheng recognized the old man sitting quietly drinking tea under the old tree at a glance.
The small courtyard, old trees, bluestone slabs, and old people sitting quietly form a quiet and harmonious picture.
In a daze, An Qisheng really thought that he was in the small courtyard three hundred years ago.
It’s not time travel, but it’s almost the same!
Phew~
There seemed to be a breeze blowing through the old tree, and when the leaves rustled, the old man suddenly moved.
Raising one arm forward broke the extremely harmonious aura in the courtyard, as if the entire courtyard was shaken!
boom!
First the punch comes out, then the thunder explodes!
In an instant, the old man went from being extremely still to extremely moving. The violent wind blew up as he raised his fists and kicked his feet. The wind from his fists carried a trail of dust around him. The old trees in the courtyard seemed to be hit by a storm, scattering leaves like rain.
Bajiquan is known as "shaking your arms and hitting the sky and knocking you down, stomping your feet to shake the nine continents". Its meaning is wide open and wide, and it is unparalleled in its ferocity!
But An Qisheng has never seen such a violent Bajiquan!
The old man's seemingly thin body contained power that shocked An Qisheng.
The old man used the eight-pole frame that he was most familiar with, letting him know what it meant to reach the top!
"This is Bajiquan."
An Qisheng suddenly felt admiration in his heart.
With a thought in his mind, in an extremely wonderful gesture, he followed the bridge transformed by words, submerged into the scroll of three hundred years ago, and entered the old man's body!
Bang bang bang~
Hua Hua Hua~
The heart beats like a drum and the blood flows like a river.
As soon as he entered Wang Honglin's body, an extremely powerful feeling arose from the bottom of An Qisheng's heart.
This is far beyond the feeling of entering the body of the little Taoist priest before.
He could feel that every inch of muscle and bone in this body contained almost explosive power.
This is simply not like a body that an old man in his 60s can have!
At this moment, it was like switching from a tricycle on legs to the world's top supercar, no, it was much more exaggerated than that!
"This, this is Baodan?!"
An Qisheng didn't even care about sensing the old man's domineering Bajiquan, and was attracted by another discovery.
In his feeling, the old man's power was very violent, yet very harmonious.
When still, the essence is restrained without leakage, all the sharp edges are restrained, and the movement, sitting, and lying are harmonious. When moving, it is like a volcano erupting, thunder and punishment, fierce and chaotic.
It was very similar to the description of the alchemy realm he had seen in the classics.
An Qisheng was surprised and happy that Wang Honglin actually used Bajiquan, an external martial art, to hold pills!
You know, even in Daxuan three hundred years later, Dan is still a strong person, enough to serve as an instructor in the army, or to be in charge of a special team.
According to Daxuan's records, there are almost no people who use foreign boxing techniques to hold elixirs.
"Baodan is perfect and perfect. Maybe it's the cure for my strange disease?"
As blessed as his soul, An Qisheng suddenly thought of something.
Regardless of boxing or medical skills, Daxuan three hundred years later is far better than three hundred years ago. Even if Gu Changfeng is still considered the best boxer in three hundred years, it is hard to tell how much of it is sentiment.
For a terminal disease that cannot be cured three hundred years later, there was definitely no cure three hundred years ago!
For a moment, An Qisheng suddenly became enlightened, and the deeds about Gu Changfeng emerged one by one.
Gu Changfeng, who learned boxing at the age of eleven and achieved great success at the age of seventeen, was unrivaled in the world. At the age of ten, he was already the best boxer in the world. According to legend, he could form an army by himself.
He once traveled to the East to assassinate Emperor Fuso.
He even wandered outside the Golden Eagle White House for three days, which shocked the then Golden Eagle president so much that he could not sleep at night and was in panic all day long.
Regardless of whether future generations are bragging or discrediting, his deeds may be true or false, but no one doubts that his martial arts talent is the best in the world.
If Gu Changfeng's disease is really similar to his, then instead of believing in the doctors at that time, it is better to believe that he recovered without medicine after taking the pill!
"If that's true."
An Qisheng calmed down and began to understand the old man's boxing method.
With this feeling, An Qisheng seemed to have seen a new world.
Wang Honglin's body strength has been integrated into one, and the inner and outer three are integrated into each move. As soon as his feet shake, his strength rises from the ground and travels around his shins, knees, waist, arms, elbows, wrists, palms, and fingers. .
Its power comes from the fingertips, and its punches are like thunder, but at the same time, its shins, knees, waist, arms, elbows, wrists, and palms can all explode with fierce force.
In fact, with the Dan Realm's control over the power, even the ear can hit someone to death!
"call!"
In the small courtyard, the old man suddenly withdrew his fist, and the transition from extreme movement to extreme stillness took only an instant.
Only the dust from the leaves flying around and the endless waves of fist wind showed that the previous scene was true.
And An Qisheng, who was fully feeling the changes in the old man's strength, had a deeper feeling.
One moment his fists were like thunder, and the next moment he was as quiet as cypresses.
The circulation of qi and blood around the old man's body, changes in strength, and even the beating of his heart all settled down at this moment.
Just like the opportunity of mid-winter, the vitality of the earth is hidden, not leaking at all, and round as pills.
"The secret of the alchemy realm lies not only in the release, but also in the recovery. In fact, the recovery is even more important than the release."
An Qisheng became enlightened and wished he could go out and do a boxing set to vent his anger.
"Mr. Wang's boxing skills are indeed unparalleled! His boxing skills are like this, but I don't know how good his marksmanship will be."
At this time, a calm and appreciative voice sounded outside the small courtyard.
Wang Honglin, who was standing with his hands behind his hands, seemed to have known about it for a long time. He just raised his eyelids and said: "If you want to establish the Central Martial Arts Gym, it is your business. I will not participate, Baji, nor will it be spread to outsiders."
"Today's Daxuan is experiencing changes that have not happened in thousands of years. Bandits are rampant inside, warlords are occupying one area, and foreign powers are watching outside. Although we are warriors, we cannot be immune to ourselves."
Outside the small courtyard, the visitor's voice was calm and there was a hidden hint of gold in it:
"Between you and me as warriors, we still speak with our fists and feet. If I am not talented enough, I can beat the old gentleman in one and a half moves. I would also like to ask the old gentleman to follow me to the Magic City and sit in the Central Martial Arts Hall."
"It seems that the set of boxing techniques I demonstrated did not make you give up."
In the courtyard, Wang Honglin's eyes were half-closed, and his breath was as heavy as the sea, and like a volcano about to erupt:
"I heard that Shi Yi learned boxing and became a master in six years. He has been invincible since his debut. I would like to learn from him."
Learn boxing in eleven years and achieve success in six years?
This person is Gu Changfeng!
An Qisheng, who was listening quietly to the conversation between the two, couldn't help but feel shocked. Did these two great masters actually fight each other three hundred years ago?
"It's a pity that the old gentleman is sixty years old. Although he has locked up his energy and blood with the realm of holding pills, he is not as good as he was in his prime."
After a long sigh, the door of the small courtyard was slowly pushed open.
Under the flowing sunlight, the young man slowly raised his head and looked:
"Let me see the old gentleman's Liuhe gun!"
