Xiangtong boxing has many meanings. One finger imitates the predatory and hunting movements of animals. The so-called "pictographically derived meaning", monkey boxing, tiger boxing, mantis boxing, snake boxing, etc. all fall into this category.
The second is to imitate the form of a drunkard, to wake up and stay asleep, and to fight while shaking, such as drunken boxing, drunken sword, drunken stick and so on.
But what Xue Zheng said about Xiangxingquan is the essence of his lifelong martial arts. It is a very yang and strong boxing method that integrates many boxing techniques in the folk and military.
He took the name of the most powerful elephant on land because he believed that his boxing technique was the most powerful.
In fact, in today's martial arts community, Xiangxiang Quan is also recognized as the number one in strength.
"yes."
Jing Xiaolou answered, stood up, walked to the edge of the lake pavilion unhurriedly, and spoke from a distance:
"It's inconvenient for one person to perform boxing. How about you and I fighting each other?"
"Um?"
An Qisheng's eyes turned, and his fist turned accordingly. He took a step ten meters away, raised his arm and punched, and it went straight like a spear:
"I'm about to see Brother Jing's clever move!"
"good!"
Seeing An Qisheng punch like a spear, Jing Xiaolou's eyes lit up, his body shape changed, he raised one arm and threw it out!
With one step forward, Jing Xiaolou's momentum surged. He swung his arms and fell from the top, hitting An Qisheng like a whip or a hammer!
boom!
An Qisheng's mind flashed, and he seemed to see an old elephant neighing in the sky, stepping forward and flicking its nose!
On land, elephant power ranks first.
Jing Xiaolou's move was full of force, just like an old elephant galloping, flicking its nose and striking. Before the fist hit, the air flow had already blown An Qisheng's hair.
boom!
An Qisheng changed his fist path and raised his arm like a big gun.
boom!
The fists collided, making a dull collision sound.
An Qisheng's exposed skin was shaking wildly, as if being blown by a ten-level strong wind.
With this punch, it was like being kicked by an elephant.
boom!
An Qisheng's muscles and bones were shaken, and the bridge deck cracked with a "click" under his feet, releasing his strength.
Baji's stomping skills are not only about exerting force, but also about releasing force.
"good!"
Even though one punch failed to knock An Qisheng away, Jing Xiaolou couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration, and at the same time, he shook his arms and threw them out.
Snapped!
It is as straight as a long whip, and the force explodes at the end.
Jing Xiaolou pulled out his arm, as if the air had been blown away. The air blew through An Qisheng's clothes.
"Is this Xuemen Xiangxingquan?"
An Qisheng's chest felt tight, and with great strength, he thrust his arms forward to meet him again.
Bang bang bang~
The strong wind stirred up, and the two of them collided head-on with each other, hitting each other quickly, and they collided at the edge of the lake pavilion more than ten times. The sound of fists clashing was as fast and low as drum beats.
"This Bajiquan is really extraordinary."
The more Jing Xiaolou fought, the more surprised he became, and he was filled with admiration in his heart.
The elephant is the strongest animal on land, and no ferocious beast can withstand its power.
The pictographic boxing refers to an elephant. The punching path is fierce, and the punches are like an old elephant shaking its trunk. It pays attention to the free and continuous chain, and the hands are like whips and hammers, and the strength is layered on top of each other.
Ever since he learned boxing, he has rarely encountered such a head-to-head opponent.
The more An Qisheng fought, the more frightened he became. He felt that Jing Xiaolou had left some room and did not attack with all his strength.
The force of the attack was almost different from his, but the collision of more than ten punches made his arms numb and the tiger's mouth that had been cracked yesterday was opened.
"If you continue like this, I'll be punched three times at most and I'll be beaten to the point of losing my breath!"
An Qisheng gritted his teeth and his mind wandered.
Bang!
Another fist collision.
An Qisheng's chest suddenly rose and fell, as if air was exploding in his throat, and he let out a deep cry.
Crackling!
There seemed to be a series of firecrackers going off in An Qisheng's body, and his face, hands, and all exposed skin instantly turned red.
boom!
There was a loud noise under An Qisheng's feet, the wooden bridge cracked, and spiderweb-like cracks spread like spreading concentric circles under his feet.
Stomping his feet, his energy surged.
The fist that was pressed down by Jing Xiaolou suddenly shook, just like the tip of a big gun beating violently when it shook, it shook Jing Xiaolou's arm.
Immediately, he punched forward and penetrated the chest!
Astonishingly, it was An Qisheng who converted the spear he learned from Wang Honglin into a boxing technique, and it exploded!
"Huh?"
Jing Xiaolou's arms bounced up and he was shocked.
His arms came down from top to bottom, fell on his chest, and opened up to block An Qisheng's punch.
boom!
Jing Xiaolou shook his shoulders and took three steps back, his mouth slightly dry and sweet.
Click~
After a collision, the wooden bridge under An Qisheng's feet broke and could no longer bear the shock of his feet.
Caught off guard, he fell into the lake.
"You kid."
In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the old man glanced at Jing Xiaolou and shook his head slightly:
"Even if the pavilion collapsed, would you still be blamed?"
He was also a little surprised by An Qisheng's last punch, but Jing Xiaolou had already mastered the four levels of strength and had already transformed. With a shake of his feet, he could release his strength and fall to the ground.
However, he never gave up his strength and endured it all his life.
"The pavilion is a place where the teacher sits for a long time. How dare the disciples lose even half of it?"
Jing Xiaolou just smiled, shook his shoulders, walked over to the wooden bridge, and reached down: "Brother An?"
Snapped!
An Qisheng reached out to hold his hand and climbed onto the wooden bridge.
"Brother Jing's kung fu is superb, I am no match."
An Qisheng wiped the lake water on his face, and his body was soaked.
"Brother An has not yet become a human being. To be able to do this is to be stronger than me at that time."
Jing Xiaolou shook his head slightly.
"Bajiquan, you have acquired various three flavors. I was a little surprised by the last punch."
In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the old man shook his head slightly:
"It's just an accident that the bridge cracked and made your clothes wet."
"Huh?"
An Qisheng was about to say something when he suddenly felt a warm current blowing over him, and then he felt a little hot.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, it was as if he had suddenly arrived in a boiler room for heating in winter. The rolling hot air made his eyes feel sore and his hair was a little burnt.
An Qisheng was shocked, knowing that the heat was radiating from the old man's body.
In his perception, Xue Zheng at this moment was like a blazing cauldron, with flames rising as if it could boil the lake water!
Just like the Taoist Juechen in front of the Golden Palace of Wudang Mountain, whose heat evaporated and filled the sky with rain.
Seeing that the body temperature of the divine warrior can reach such an incredible level.
"Come and sit."
The old man waved his hand slightly.
An Qisheng came to his senses and found that his clothes and hair had already been dried.
"Let's go, Brother An."
Jing Xiaolou, who had retreated far away, came over, patted An Qisheng on the shoulder, and walked towards the Huxin Pavilion.
An Qisheng found it novel, but he was already used to it.
"To reach this level of human power is almost extraordinary."
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, An Qisheng sighed sincerely.
"extraordinary?"
After hearing this, the old man shook his head:
"Once upon a time, I thought so too. Later, when I learned more about it, I realized that transcendence is a dead end."
"What do you mean by this?"
An Qisheng was a little confused.
"Throughout the ages, there have been people who truly transcended the ordinary and embarked on another unpredictable path."
Not knowing what he thought of, the old man sighed:
"I, Sakyamuni, Gui Gu, Peng Zu, Chen Tuan...it's a pity that they are all dead."
