"Poor Dao Sun is different..."

The thin Quanzhen Taoist priest made a joke: "Poor Dao is now the junior disciple of the new head Sun Ming, and his cultivation is to fall on the back... Please give some advice from the Taoist friends of Longhu Mountain......"

Sun Wei's hands are full of calluses, and the thickness of the back of his hand is more than double the thickness of the back of ordinary people's hands. Even if you don't clench your palm into a fist, the whole palm is like a fist. Compared with Sun's different thin arms, it is completely disproportionate, which shows that he has worked hard.

"Longmen big smasher?"

Zhang Daokun frowned, his eyes fell on Sun Wei's hands, and nodded approvingly: "The kung fu in the hands of Daoyou should have more than twenty years of kung fu......

Sun is different, he is a master of national arts.

Different from the general fasting and chanting scriptures, Sun Wei is fascinated by national arts.

Like Songshan, Songshan has a Dharma Academy, a warrior monk, and a kung fu master. In every sect, there are not only great monks, but also martial arts and monks who practice martial arts. They are an important force in guarding the sect and the strongest weapon against foreign enemies.

With the progress of the times, Songshan relies on movies or publicity, and now many people go to Songshan to learn martial arts, and their fame is much stronger than that of Taoism.

Rao is like this, Quanzhen also has his own martial arts inheritance, and every generation of disciples has practitioners.

Hearing Zhang Daokun's praise, a smile appeared on Sun Wei's rare face. It not only makes people feel a little complacent, but also gives people a kind of humility: "Poor Dao has been cultivating the big wrestling hand for twenty-four years......"

"Twenty-four years!"

There are people around gasping for air, and the most important thing in practicing martial arts is one word - diligence.

Study hard and practice hard, practice three nine in winter, and practice three dogs in summer. Practice diligently, get up early and be greedy for darkness. Every martial arts practitioner, if they don't have this kind of perseverance, don't talk about martial arts achievements and become a generation of grandmasters.

Twenty-four years, practice diligently every day, how many twenty-four years can you live?

Sun Wei has insisted on 24 years, and this kind of perseverance is amazing.

Ordinary people, doing a thing, repeating it for a short time, can still persevere. If you do one thing over and over again for half a year, a year, ten years, or twenty years, and you have to endure great pain and hardship, who can persevere?

"Sun Daochang became a master of national arts, not to mention how the kung fu is in the end, but to say that this kind of persistence, this kind of perseverance, is also admirable..."

"Sun Daochang hasn't shown up much in the past two years, when Sun Daochang represented Quan Zhen, but he had fought in the ring. In the hands of Sun Daochang, few people can insist on three or two moves. ”

"A pair of hands that can open the monument and break stones, hit a person's body, and it won't break all the bones? Not to mention bear three or two tricks, even if you take a beat, I'm afraid you will have to go to the hospital......"

There was a lot of discussion among the people around, and most of them were disciples or heads of various sects.

Among them, there are some small sects, and there is no person like Sun who practices martial arts, and there is more envy in the glasses.

Zhang Daokun seemed to know Sun differently, and there was a little more respect on his face. However, this trace of respect was quickly hidden by him: "Poor Daoist Zhang Daokun, Heavenly Master Mansion Zhang Tianshi's ninth junior brother... There is no martial art like Daoyou in the poor way, and the poor way is just a free fighting practice... Poor Dao is all in one body. Whether it is hands and feet, or arms and legs, or elbows, or knees, they are all weapons of poor attack......"

"Oh?"

Sun Wei frowned again: "Martial arts must be single-minded, and every martial art is the crystallization of the wisdom of countless ancestors who have continuously inducted and integrated their ancestors. Guoshu is the essence of culture, and it is also the art of strengthening the body. Martial arts does not mean that you can defeat your opponent, but martial arts need to distinguish a winner or loser. Daoyou Zhengyi, don't you inherit martial arts, but you need to learn the fighting skills on TV?"

"It's just a technique to strengthen the body, and Poor Dao didn't think about relying on fighting to promote my name..."

Zhang Daokun's tone was soft, and there was no aggressiveness of Sun at all.

"Zhang Daochang is also a celebrity, having won several fight belts, few opponents, and was able to survive the first round in the ring and survive his attacks. ”

"Fighting is closer to actual combat, and it gets rid of fancy showmanship. Every move and style is to try to knock the opponent down. But every move and style of the national art is the essence, and it is diligent and hard-working, more transferable, and the basic skills are even more solid..."

"I really don't know, two people play against each other, who can win in the end?"

There were not only monks of various sects around, but also some villagers from Lizhuang Village or nearby villages. They were even more excited in their hearts: "This is a cultivator fighting, I wonder if they will summon flying swords, can they go high and high?

In the villagers of Lizhuang Village or nearby villages, they have the impression that although the cultivators of the island in the middle of the lake rarely make a move, Zhang Daoran is like a fairy, able to soar through the clouds. The disciples of the island in the middle of the lake are also very powerful. Naturally, they thought that all cultivators were people with great strength.

"Tsk... Just looking at that Sun Dao Chang, he is very thin, but his palms are really amazing... Twenty-four years of diligent cultivation should be very powerful..."

"If you start a live broadcast, you will definitely be able to attract countless fans. Didn't you see the live broadcast on the Internet, kicking the bent steel pipe with your legs, kicking the broken stones? Sun Daochang's kung fu with both hands should not be worse than their Internet celebrities..."

"Actually, I'm more optimistic about Zhang Daokun, after all, there are a lot of impractical moves in national arts, even if you are very familiar with martial arts, but when you fight, others will not wait for you to open the shelf, and every move will accompany you to practice... Free fighting, I heard it's very powerful, just watch TV, those ring fights will know..."

The surrounding villagers were talking, and their voices were very small and unassuming. It's obvious that they're just going to have a lively look.

"It's useless to talk too much, Sun Daoyou... Please..."

"Zhang Daoyou... Please ......"

The people around kept retreating, and the bell rang to enclose an open space with a radius of forty or fifty square meters.

Zhang Daokun stepped aside, and Sun Wei also took a few steps back in the opposite direction.

Sun Wei opened a posture: "There are no eyes in the fists and feet, there are always accidental injuries, Zhang Daoyou will be considerate when the time comes..."

has a lot of confidence in himself, Sun Wei has obviously told Zhang Daokun, you do your best, I can do it, you can rest assured... But I don't know, I'm going to hurt you by mistake... When the time comes, I really hurt you by mistake, so please don't be angry.

Zhang Daokun smiled dumbly, hugged his hands to protect his head, stepped forward, and kept getting closer to Sun Wei.

Sun Wei restrained the complicated emotions in his eyes, and Zhang Daokun also became serious.

"With..."

Just when the two of them were about to approach and there was still a meter between the two sides, Sun Wei suddenly rushed forward, and his palm pushed forward like a divine palm, and at the same time burst into a shout.

The cultivation of national arts, the first momentum, every move is a style, do your best, and the momentum is fully open. The so-called, punches do not hit people, and the momentum is overwhelming. Sun Wei took this way, this roar, the people around who were not prepared, were really taken aback.

Zhang Daokun easily dodged, and kicked out at the same time, like an afterimage, the speed was so fast that it was staggering.

"Bang..."

The clear voice was transmitted to everyone's ears, and everyone clearly saw that Zhang Daokun's leg kicked Zhongsun's neck firmly.

Sun Wei rolled his eyes and fell straight to the ground, unresponsive.

"Senior brother!"

Sun Haiming hurriedly stepped forward and pinched Sun Zhong's people.

And the people around, at this time, came back to their senses from Sun Haiming's exclamation just now. Fang lowered his eyelids, and saw Sun Wei who fell to the ground, gasped for air without discomfort, looked at Zhang Daokun, and felt surprised without discomfort.

I thought that the two sides would come and go, and there was no one who fought in front of the ancient formation, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Unexpectedly, Sun Wei was so useless, and he was knocked out in just one round......

"That's the end of it?

The surrounding villagers all complained in their hearts: "This seems... It's no different from fighting with us..."