Chapter 162: The Lumberjack

"Oh?" Meng Zuo smiled slightly, "Then senior brother, why do you think that I am just greedy for speed, but in fact I am nothing?"

Wen Xuan glanced at Meng Zuo coldly, and didn't pay a word.

Cold violence!

Come with me?

He didn't pay attention to Meng Zuo, and Meng Zuo didn't pay attention to him.

"Wen Ming, you said that you can do it, then come all over again and give me a comparison. Kong Wen smiled, hiding his embarrassment.

"Good. Meng Zuo nodded, and didn't talk nonsense, immediately walked to a tree, squatted into a horse step, and then crossed his hands to his chest, and shouted, "First style, oblique!"

Since some people look down on him and look down on him, then he has to show them whether he Meng Zuo has the strength to do so.

The fist hit the stump directly, and with a bang, a small hole was punched out of the stump!

"This!" Before Kong Wen could make a surprised sound, Meng Zuo lunged and crossed his elbow again, and slammed to the right!

Boom!

Another hole!

"This is the second form, cross elbows!" Wen Zhi put down the practice brick under his hand, and looked at Meng Zuo's movements, his voice trembling a little in surprise.

He knew the elbow, and he had done it before, but the first time he did it, he couldn't even move steadily, let alone attack, and Meng Zuo was able to break the wood in just one night.

One night, practice to a small success?

This is God, right?

Wen Zhi looked at the practice brick in his hand, and suddenly felt that the practice was not fragrant.

Is this still a fart?

Just let him practice for four years, and then go directly to the martial arts conference to win the championship?

While he was shocked, Meng Zuo continued to practice.

"Third Style!

Meng Zuo clamped the tree in his left armpit, and the tree circumference was almost the arm span of an adult, and Meng Zuo clamped it......

Click!

The tree actually broke in response!

Only then did Meng Zuo notice that this tree was different from the tree next to his cabin, this tree was too small and too brittle.

"This ......," Meng Zuo was puzzled, "I didn't mean to. ”

"You. Kong Wen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Hahaha! hahahaha......"

"Teacher?" Meng Zuo asked tentatively, not understanding why Kongwen was smiling like this.

"It's okay, you continue, you continue!" Kongwen's smile narrowed slightly, but his eyes couldn't hide his happiness.

"The teacher hadn't laughed like that in a long time. Wen Zhi leaned over to Zhixin and said, "What's more, the teacher has been in a good mood these days, and generally speaking, every time he arrives at the martial arts conference, he will be worried." ”

"Hmm. Zhixin's expression was glazed, but his eyes were surprised.

He didn't expect this new junior brother to be so powerful.

"Alas, wood!" Wen Zhi shook his head and continued to focus on Meng Zuo.

"Yes!" Meng Zuo over there received the instructions, so naturally he didn't restrain his fists and feet, found another slightly thicker tree, and continued to practice.

"Fourth Style!

Meng Zuo raised his knees, and his knees slammed into the trunk of the tree, compared to the big tree, Meng Zuo's knees looked like eggs hitting stones, and everyone couldn't help but cover their eyes or blink.

Bang!

Another big pit!

"It's much more than just a small success!"

Wen Zhi suddenly discovered that it was not that Meng Zuo's strength was only Xiaocheng, but that there was only wood here, which limited his play.

The Luohan short is divided into several classes: breaking wood, breaking gold, and achieving great success.

Wen Zhi dared to conclude that even if Meng Zuo's strength did not reach the level of breaking gold, it would definitely far surpass that of breaking wood.

This guy is as easy to hit wood as poking window paper.

Wen Xuan's eyes were also much more solemn, although he could also do it to this extent, although everyone present could do it to the level of Meng Zuo, and even did it better than Meng Zuo, but ......

How long have they been practicing?

Meng Zuo, I've only practiced for one day!

To be exact, only one night.

"I don't believe it, you practiced every move in one night to the point of breaking wood. Wen Xuan muttered viciously, the voice was not loud, but Meng Zuo could hear it.

"Oh?" Meng Zuo didn't speak, just smiled slightly.

Don't believe it, do you?

Not convinced, right?

I'll let you see the gap between you and me today!

"Drink! Fifth Style! Lift your legs and knock your knees!"

"This style is not simple, also known as Wu Song uncuffed, focusing on leg strength and skill. The technique is the most complex of the first five styles, but it also hurts the most. Kongwen analyzed, his eyes locked on Meng Zuo's body, motionless.

Meng Zuo rushed up with a shout, his knees lifted and released, and a loud bang rushed out!

The bark of the tree suddenly scattered in all directions, and the entire trunk of the tree was cut off by Meng Zuo.

Broken wood?

It's definitely not just broken wood!

Wen Zhi's eyes were about to fall, and although Zhixin on the side was still stunned, the look in it had already revealed the shock in his heart.

Too strong! Too strong!

Who can withstand this?

However, Monzo clearly had no intention of ending.

"Sixth Style!"

"Seventh Style!

"Eighth Style!

Through!

Knock! Knock!

......

One move after another, one move after another, coherent and skillful, and the power was huge, even if it was a less intense grappling skill, Meng Zuo also forcibly sandwiched a seal on the trunk.

The pine tree was beaten back and forth, as if it were about to crumble.

"Eleventh Pose!

Finally, Kongwen heard the words.

"It's finally here, I'm going to take a good look. ”

Kongwen only arranged for Meng Zuo to practice ten moves, this is the eleventh, and it is also a reborn move.

The first ten moves of Luohan's short fight are all basic boxing, as long as you are given enough time, you can learn it by everyone, but when it comes to this eleventh style, it is very different.

The eleventh style, stacking elbows, this move, combines the second type of elbow and the third type of corset and the seventh type of hand-holding three styles of martial arts, which are integrated together, and both hands can be used together to play this style.

If you let ordinary people learn by themselves, even if they are allowed to study for a year or two, they may not be able to learn completely.

All in all, this trick is not easy to fight.

If this formula is played, it can show that Meng Zuo is indeed a genius who is unique in ten thousand, not by tricks.

The eyes of everyone present were all fixed on Meng Zuo.

I saw that Meng Zuo's eyes were firm and his eyes were burning, and he had now entered the state of practicing, silently reciting the eleventh posture and movement key in his heart.

"Lunge to the right fist, hold the left fist around the waist, place the left palm on the outside of the right elbow, push the left palm forward along the right arm, retract the right fist to the waist, and raise the right knee at the same time, the foot is facing down, the right foot falls forward into a horse step, the right arm bends the elbow down and smashes it above the right leg, and the left hand meets the right elbow.

If it is a technical blow, I punch him straight right and block with his left arm, and I push my left palm forward along the outside of my right arm, or my right fist back to my waist, bend my right leg and lift it, grab his left wrist with my left hand and pull it back, so that he leans forward, his right foot falls to the ground between his legs, trips his left leg, and bends his right arm and elbows down to smash his head. ”

"Hah!"

Meng Zuo let out a loud shout, and his movements followed, and his right arm bent his elbow and smashed towards the tree!

Bang!

Click!

Boom!

This big tree, which can only be embraced by two people, is finally overwhelmed and broken!

"Again...... Broken again?"

In the quiet morning, except for the sound of everyone's breathing, there was only this sentence from Wenzhi with a trill.

Incredible, this is a night of practice?

However, all this is not over yet.

"The Twelfth!

Step up with your left foot, your toes facing outward, bend your elbow with your left hand in front of your chest and clench your fist, hold your right fist around your waist, turn your body 90 degrees to the left, lift your right leg straight, hook your toes, hang your right foot back into a lunge, hug your waist with your left hand, and press your right fist into a palm from top to bottom to the front of your abdomen. I hit the left fist in the upper plate, I put on the left fist, flashed to the right side, grabbed his wrist with my left hand, raised my right foot to the front of his body, supported him with my right hand to shoot, and pushed his left leg to the right back with my right leg, and at the same time brought back with my left hand, and pressed his elbow joint with my right palm, so that he fell to the ground.

Kong Wen also silently remembered these actions, and compared them with Meng Zuo's actions one by one.

See eye to eye!

It turned out to be exactly the same!

Kongwen thought that no matter how bad it was, Meng Zuo would make some mistakes in some small details, but he actually made every step of the book tightly, without any difference, it was simply a live-action template for Luohan Short.

"Thirteenth Style!

"Fourteenth Style!

......

At that time, a short and thin guy in a suit staggered into the backyard practice platform.

"I'm so happy to be a common man today......"

Qingchong slept quite well today, there was always a junior brother named Wen Ming who praised him in the past two days, he was in a good mood and slept well.

He is now practicing the Luohan skit, and has practiced to the last six styles.

"Today, I will be able to finish practicing the last six styles, hehe, when the time comes, it shouldn't be a problem to enter the top 100 in the martial arts conference. ”

Qing Chong's mouth was wide open, and when he thought that he was going to make a qualitative leap today, he was so happy that he didn't want it.

"Master, I'll ......"

His voice was drowned out by a loud bang, and he turned his eyes to look over.

Meng Zuo sweated, staring at a tree.

"What is he doing?" Qing Chong was stunned for a moment.

"Thirty-sixth style, Arhat turns over!"

This word Qingchong is extremely familiar, isn't this the 36th style of Luohan short fight that he is practicing?

Meng Zuo, will you?

Didn't he just study for a day?

He looked around again, and there were two or three broken trees.

What's the situation?

Has this backyard been demolished?

Next, he was amazed to see the unbelievable.

Meng Zuo turned over suddenly, his hand clawed, and grabbed at the tree from the bottom up.

Bang!

Click!

Tree, down!

This is practice, this is a lumberjack, right?

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