Li Dazhuang and Wushuang each stood on either side of the tree, pounding the trunk together.

After only half an hour of hammering, Li Dazhuang felt bored, and his two fists had already lost a layer of skin, revealing bloody white bones. He shook his aching hands and sat down on a nearby stone.

Wushuang saw him stop, a little puzzled, stopped hammering the tree, and asked him, "Why don't you fight?"

"It's boring to practice this trick all the time. Li Dazhuang picked up the clothes he had just thrown on the ground, wiped the blood on the back of his hand with a big grin, and threw it aside. "And my master said that martial arts is to be proficient in the essence of each boxing technique, and to integrate them, so that you can see the moves, and make a move that makes people unpredictable your way. ”

"What your master said is not right. My master said that martial arts are not much more expensive. Wushuang retorted to him, and with all his strength, he hung down on the tree with a fist, making a dull roar: "You see, if you can practice a move to this extent, you can hope to become a real top master." ”

"But if you only practice one move, it's easy to find out the way when you fight with people. Once people know about your trick, they will definitely be on guard next time. ”

"What's that? A true master is someone who knows what you're going to do and still be able to defeat him. Wushuang is full of confidence: "Even if the other party has seen it countless times, he still can't prevent it." This is the absolute suppression of strength! This is the real master!"

"There is no such reason. No matter how stupid someone is, they've seen it so many times and already know what to do with you. Your master must have lied to you. Li Dazhuang adheres to Ouyang Qi's educational thoughts.

"Nonsense! My master won't lie to me!" Wushuang was very angry, walked up to Li Dazhuang with a hot wind, and said angrily: "If your master really teaches well, then why can't you beat me?"

"I'm younger than you! When I grow up to your age, I will definitely be better than you!" Li Dazhuang did not flinch, no one could say bad things about Ouyang Qi, even if he was beaten, it was impossible to give in: "To be honest, I absolutely don't believe that your master will only practice this trick all his life!"

Wushuang was hesitating to beat Li Dazhuang, but in the end, he landed his fist on the stone under Li Dazhuang's buttocks, hammered the stone to pieces, and Li Dazhuang's butt fell to the ground.

Wushuang finished punching, and his anger calmed down, "My master has a fierce skill, and all kinds of tricks in his hands are super killer moves that can withstand thousands of troops!"

"It's going to blow. I don't believe he can be better than my master!" Li Dazhuang disagreed: "If your master is really that powerful, then why does he only teach you this trick?"

"My master said that I was not born to learn too subtle moves, and even if I did, I would not be able to do it well, so he just taught me only one move. This move is called Wushuang. When I practice this move to the fullest, no matter how many moves the opponent has, no matter how subtle the moves, they will not be able to match my punch. Wushuang replied honestly, he began to practice boxing at the age of twelve, swinging thousands of times a day, and for more than twenty years, he didn't know how many millions of times he practiced this punch.

"Look. Your master only said that you are suitable to practice this move, not all martial artists can only practice one move. ”

"But my master also said that the avenue is the same, and all martial arts in the world are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable. As long as the speed is fast enough and the fist is hard enough, you can be invincible. "Wushuang punches hard, and the fist is loud" I only practice this method to become a master, which is much simpler than other people's methods of practicing many moves to become a master, so it is also much faster. So I will reach the state of invincibility sooner than others. ”

"Then you keep practicing, keep taking your shortcuts. Li Dazhuang patted the soil on his buttocks.

"So what are you going to do? Don't you get stronger with me?"

Li Dazhuang looked at Wushuang, who warmly invited him to be his companion to cultivate, and sighed: "In the past, I used to fight with my master to hone my actual combat experience, and I can only hammer a tree with you." ”

"I can fight you too. Don't worry, I'll control my strength and I won't hurt you. "Wushuang finally had a companion, and he was really reluctant to let him go.

"Forget it, there's only one trick you can do back and forth. I can't improve my strength at all when I train against you. Li Dazhuang shook his head and turned around to leave.

"Slow!" Wushuang suddenly shouted, the tiger body jumped, and landed in front of Li Dazhuang, and his feet stepped on the ground and made a muffled sound: "What a big talk! If you can't even break my mere move, what else can you talk about improving your strength?"

After hearing this, Li Dazhuang's eyes suddenly flashed: "Hey! What you said makes sense, if you can't even break your repeated moves, won't I have to lose or win when I fight with enemies who know more tricks?"

"Ha! That's what you're talking about!" Wushuang laughed and hammered it with a fist: "Wushuang!"

The sharp fist wind rushed in, Li Dazhuang felt a slight tingling in his face, and he also practiced the path of taking a strong and fierce vein, so his subconscious shot was a move to top the elbow.

"You've already used this trick!" Wushuang was full of confidence, and the two tricks collided, Li Dazhuang was knocked out, retreated seven or eight steps in a row, and sat on the ground again. "I use Wushuang because I only practiced Wushuang, why are you stupider than me, last time I used the top elbow, this time I also use the top elbow. Are you bragging?"

I don't even know how to refute this sentence, could it be that the stupid uncle usually pretends to be a stupid person? In fact, he is a wise and foolish person? Li Dazhuang's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether he was ashamed or beaten. He got up again, this time he was not in the mood to pat the dirt on his buttocks, but put on a posture of Bajiquan, observed Wushuang through the flat palm, and tried hard to think about which move to use against the stupid uncle's Wushuang.

Wushuang saw that Li Dazhuang finally treated himself with a solemn face, showing a satisfied smile, and he suddenly roared: "Be careful, Wushuang is here again!"

"Tie Shan!" Li Dazhuang stretched out his left arm and threw it out, and at the same time his body cooperated with the pace of his feet and hit out on his right shoulder! This move was enough to make the opponent's body fly out upside down, but if Wushuang, who had practiced for more than 20 years, could be broken by such a move, then he would have practiced it for more than 20 years in vain.

Li Dazhuang really grasped the opportunity, and his left arm accurately hit Wushuang's right wrist, but he failed to miss his right fist, but his left arm felt pain in the bone because of hitting the wrist like pig iron. Failed to get rid of this punch, then the next offensive was meaningless, his forward body could not retract, his chest hit the impartial Wushuang right fist, screamed in pain, fell backwards, lay on the ground, closed his eyes and fainted.

Wushuang saw that he had slipped Li Dazhuang to the chest and held his breath, so he hurriedly ran over, slapped his face left and right, and kept calling his name, trying to wake him up, but Li Dazhuang was completely unconscious, no matter how Wushuang tossed, he just couldn't open his eyes, and even his breathing was extremely weak.

Wushuang panicked, folded his hands and pressed Li Dazhuang's chest again, muttering vigorously in his mouth, pressing for twenty minutes, and still didn't see Li Dazhuang wake up. Wushuang sat next to Li Dazhuang with a buttocks, and said in his heart that he might be in trouble.

Suddenly I remembered that there was another trick that didn't work. Wushuang came to Li Dazhuang again, looked at his pale, roughness no less than his own big face, licked his lips, try this last time, if artificial respiration will not live him, then he has no choice at all. If Li Dazhuang's master wanted to pay for his own life, he would have to let others do it.

Thinking of this, Wushuang cleared his throat, spit out two mouthfuls of phlegm, then took a few deep breaths, pinched Li Dazhuang's nose, endured nausea and slowly lowered his body, and leaned over to Li Dazhuang's mouth.