In the ring.

Seeing that the fat man is getting smoother and smoother, he is at ease and leisurely.

Lin Lin stared at his eyebrows, strode forward, put his right palm into a fist, raised it, and punched out, like a landslide and a tsunami.

The fat man was startled, and his attention shifted from footwork to fists.

The fist, in a flash, disappeared.

The fat man stepped on the butterfly step of the Dacheng realm, and suddenly retreated, but the heavy punch suddenly came out of his chest.

Hide, it's already impossible.

It's too late to counterattack with a sword.

In a hurry, the fat man's sword crossed his chest and pushed it over with both hands.

With a bang, the heavy punch hit the sword body, and he couldn't imagine how terrifying the power was, and the fat man with strange power was completely invincible, and he directly left his feet off the ground, leaned back, and flew out upside down.

Lin Lin caught up with him in a flash, and his domineering heavy punches turned into two, and two turned into four, and the sky was full of fist shadows.

"Collapse Mountain Fist, this is Jin Ye's Collapse Mountain Fist!"

Under the ring, Lan Xin shouted excitedly.

The Avalanche Fist was learned by the principal from a certain ancient martial arts family, and Jin Ziyan inherited it and taught it to the various class teachers in the sophomore year, so Lin Lin would.

Avalanche Mountain Boxing is a high-level ancient martial arts, offensive like fire, violent and domineering, known as a punch can shatter mountains and rivers, famous in the world.

Jin Ziyan protects people's shortcomings, especially Bai Chen, who is the enemy of the whole people, and in the past two years, he has used it to cry many junior and senior male classmates who provoked or tried to beat Bai Chen.

Hmph, otherwise, how did you come to be a Jin Ye bandit?

Anyway, this Avalanche Mountain Fist is very famous, and it is more widely known than Chu Xiong's colorful swordsmanship and Bai Chen's Shangqing sword technique.

Facing the shadow of the fist in the sky, the fat man was in the air, and the butterfly steps under his feet, floating, and floating.

As a result, without floating past Lin Lin, the shadow of the fist in the sky was still following him, getting closer and closer.

The fat man inherits the original memory of the dragon scorpion and the four-clawed blue dragon, his mind is full of profound martial intent, intentional and unstyled, the two are combined, and there is a familiar process of integration, after all, it is not as exquisite as Lin Lin's tempered after decades.

There is no way, the fat man can only sword dance a wide range of killing moves.

Under the chaotic sword style, the tips of the heavy sword are lined up, corresponding to the fist shadows that are difficult to distinguish between virtual and real.

Whew......

The fist shadows disappeared one by one.

The last sword pierced into the phantom, and the fat man secretly screamed badly, and the heavy sword in his hand was swimming, and it was reversed from under the elbow to behind him - the sword style.

"Ding!"

The wandering big sword blocked the heavy punch in time, and an unimaginable force penetrated the sword, and the fat man snorted and fell to the ground, sliding backwards, and the sword hit the steel ground of the ring, rubbing a dazzling spark.

Sparks and lightning all the way to the edge of the ring, the fat man finally stopped castration.

"Almost, it fell, Collapse Mountain Fist, so fierce!"

The fat man raised his head, the thief stared at Lin Lin's hands who were chasing after him, shouted, and swung his sword to counterattack.

In the ring, the fists covered the four fields, the sword danced all over the sky, and the roar did not stop.

Below, everyone watched the battle without blinking, wanting to get a glimpse of the mystery.

When the fat man hit the hearty, he threw away the heavy sword with enthusiasm, and when he raised his fist, it was like a landslide like a tsunami.

People are more than people, and they are all waste!

Compare the goods, it's all scum!

That pig was sent down by God to fight everyone.

Above, Lin Lin fluttered like a flocculent, showing the essence of butterfly steps to the fullest.

The fat man is a meat ball rolling around, that is, he is more sensitive, that scene is ...... Quite spicy eyes.

Then, the Avalanche Fist against the Avalanche Fist, and they couldn't stop fighting each other.

Beacon fires burned every corner of the ring.

Another 5 minutes passed, and Lin Lin saw that the fat man was becoming more and more proficient in butterfly steps and mountain collapse boxing, and the more he jumped, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but see the joy of hunting.

Overjoyed, she picked up the heavy sword on the ground, held it with both hands, and struck a diagonal line under her feet, and suddenly slammed into her body.

The heavy sword was raised, turning into a thousand stormy waves.

"Ah......h

The fat man's eyes were round, and his fists were imprinted into the sword wave one after the other, hitting the sword body, unable to be defeated, and he rolled a few times in a row, and fell directly into the ring.

"Mentor, you are playing tricks, you said that the butterfly step is good, why do you even use the seven-star step?"

The fat man slapped his ass and stood up in loud protest.

"Is there a problem?" Lin Lin asked with a smile.

"I didn't ...... No problem, it's just that the last sword technique you used, the Collapse Mountain Fist?" the fat man looked surprised.

"Gu Wu has never been an immutable dead thing. Collapse Mountain Fist, why can't it be a sword technique?"

Lin Lin walked down the small steps of the ring and walked down the ring leisurely, with a serious face, and she couldn't say the kindness at the moment.

"Thank you for your teachings!"

The fat man bowed deeply, stretched out his hand respectfully, and took the big sword.

Without waiting for him to release the sword, Chu Xiong grabbed the heavy sword of the same type from the weapon rack first, walked to the ring and said: "There are 3 styles of colorful swordsmanship, I will simply pass it on to you." ”

"Ah, is that good?" the fat man was overjoyed, and hesitated a little.

"Our Chu family's colorful swordsmanship is given by others, which is more free than what we learned from our teacher, and we can teach it independently without the consent of our master. ”

Chu Xiong walked into the ring and explained directly: "Colorful is the meaning of many and messy, and the colorful swordsmanship is taken from a hundred schools, and the meaning is not heavy. After my mother obtained it, she practiced hard for half her life, and then passed it on to me, but unfortunately her understanding was limited, and she was limited to the original form of the scoop, which was difficult to derive and perfect, so that the seven styles looked very different and incoherent. This is a great responsibility in your hands. ”

"Good!" the fat man is not modest, he bows uprightly, even if he is worshipping the teacher.

"The first four styles are the stacking wave style, the falling sword style, the swimming sword style, and the chaotic sword style, you have already learned, and now, I will teach you the next three styles - through the mountain, the sea, and the chaos!"

"Brother Xiong, just teaching can't do it, you have to have a murderous spirit in your heart. ”

"No need to be reminded, I wanted to beat you up, I really wanted to!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

"Piercing the mountain!"

Chu Xiong shouted, the heavy sword suddenly spit out, his wrist did not move, but the air was stirred by the whistling, and even the broad sword body appeared to rotate.

The fat man's qi soared, his pupils dilated, this mountain-piercing trajectory was amazing, much more mysterious than the previous four styles, and even the sympathetic qi machine could only vaguely capture a trace of martial intent.

Through the experiment just now, the fat man has discovered the trick.

Martial intent is extracted from heaven and earth, it is a thing condensed by the essence and spirit, and its external form cannot be seen or touched, but it is somewhat similar to the manifestation of qi.

That is, the eyes are on fire, the crotch is murderous, and the spirit is highly concentrated, and then the martial intent naturally overflows.

Moreover, if you want to sympathize, you must not only raise your qi, but also be shrouded in the opponent's martial intent.

That is to say, there is no use in watching the battle, if you want to steal the teacher, you must face to face, maybe, you have to be cheap, so that the other party is angry, and the martial intent accelerates out, so as to feel more clearly, so that the vague martial intent in your mind can be realized.

Embodying the martial intent into the move, the two are combined, that is, the essence of the ancient martial arts - to the meaning of the form!

In the ring, Chu Xiong made five or six sword piercing styles, and the fat man mastered this extremely profound move of martial intent.

The next style, Dinghai style, just one word - shoot!

The power of the mountains and seas is fixed by the mountains and seas, and the power is fierce, and you are not negotiable.

Dinghai-style martial arts are more subtle, and the fat man has gone through 7 sympathies, and he has made it, and it is still the same as the previous styles, which is plausible.

Martial intent, can only be understood but not spoken, the same move, each person comprehends the same martial intent, it is normal.

The last form - the chaos pose!

Chu Xiong danced in a coquettish manner, and the heavy sword turned into a sweep and swept thousands of troops down.

The fat man jumped back slightly, easily dodged, and said with a sluggish face: "Brother Xiong, are you serious?"

"This trick is too difficult, I haven't practiced it, and my mother hasn't practiced it, so ...... Hehe, do you feel the martial intent?" Chu Xiong said in embarrassment, his face full of anticipation.

"You haven't practiced martial arts, I feel like a ball. ”

The fat man wanted to give up the middle finger, but he felt that he had just learned from others, and he was a little disrespectful, so he gave up.

Chu Xiong leaned up, hooked his shoulders and back, and said in a ghostly voice: "Bai Chen's Shangqing sword technique is very powerful, you can find a way to learn that and improve the colorful swordsmanship, and you can't be sure to level the chaos." ”

"Really?" the fat man asked rhetorically.

"What my mother said will not be false. Chu Xiong nodded heavily.

"Together, you mother and son didn't hold it back. The fat man rolled his eyes.

The Chu family, Chu Xiong's mother is in charge, and she is recruiting a son-in-law, so Chu Xiong follows his mother's surname, opens his mouth, and closes his mother.

"Which of us is with whom, what is mine is yours, yours, look back and be in a good mood, just teach me by the way." "Chu Xiong is a martial idiot, when he talks about this kind of thing, he doesn't even want to have a face.

The fat man finally couldn't hold back and raised his middle finger fiercely.