In the past, Xiao Qiang would definitely scoff at Wu Wenchao's words, what is a real national art trick, could it be that the national art masters of the Wudang faction that Lao Tzu met before used not real national art tricks?

But now, Xiao Qiang no longer doubts Wu Wenchao, because Wu Wenchao is really strong, although he can't be compared with his senior brother Zhang Wenqing, but he is definitely much more powerful than himself, and after fighting in the past few days, he has also found some differences from some of Wu Wenchao's routines and tricks to defeat him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your tricks are more of fighting and killing skills in the army, and this kind of trick is combined with your current physical fitness and reaction speed, and the overall combat effectiveness is already very good. But when you meet a real national art master, you will suffer, because your tricks are not tricks at all, just some straight ways. Wu Wenchao looked at Xiao Qiang and said.

Xiao Qiang's heart sank, he didn't believe in any bullshit tricks before, and he once asked his senior brother, Zhang Wenqing told him that tricks are useless, when you meet a real master, tricks are dead, and people who are limited to tricks are equivalent to putting a trap on themselves, and they will always live in this trap and can't rush out.

Xiao Qiang is a person who never pays attention to tricks and routines, so he feels that what his senior brother said is very right, and he faintly heard a little bit of a feeling that there are no tricks to win.

But after getting along with Wu Wenchao for a long time recently, he realized that the tricks were not as useless as his senior brother said, at least Wu Wenchao's tricks were really effective, very tricky and sharp, so that he always had a feeling of being restrained everywhere in front of him and being led away.

"But you don't find that what I'm saying and the tricks I use are different from the tricks of other martial arts masters that you see on TV. Wu Wenchao looked at Xiao Qiang and said.

Xiao Qiang recalled slightly, as if he had been empowered, and he figured it out a lot at once, looked at Wu Wenchao and said, "Yes, you don't seem to have any tricks, but you are particular about every time you attack me." It's all the enemy's weakness and Achilles' heel area. ”

Wu Wenchao nodded: "Yes, this is the real national art." The root of the national art lies in the strong country and the strong species, but in fact, the national art is a killing technique, and the enemy is killed when you shoot, which is the real national art. The so-called martial arts masters you have seen before, their tricks can be sent and received freely, and they feel quite good, but in fact, in the real national arts, if you want to defeat the opponent, you can't achieve the effect of killing the enemy and hurting people without using the tricks completely, so there is no possibility of containing the tricks. ”

Wu Wenchao's interpretation of the national arts and the tricks of the national arts made Xiao Qiang suddenly feel like he had entered a new world, and he hurriedly pulled Wu Wenchao and said, "Squad leader, then will you teach me?"

Wu Wenchao glanced at Xiao Qiang, was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "I can teach you, but you are a cultivator of the inner family boxing, and your inner family heart method, which is the routine of health preservation and qi training in our national arts, is very good, and the routine I learn will definitely not be able to catch up with you, so I can only teach you some tricks." ”

Xiao Qiang was overjoyed when he heard this, he was actually extremely loyal to the Taoist mental method, thinking that the Taoist authentic mental method he cultivated was absolutely bullish, and he didn't need to learn other mental methods to practice qi at all, and now Wu Wenchao only taught him the tricks to kill the enemy, he was naturally ecstatic.

"Guoshu is divided into two kinds: inner boxing and outer boxing, in a real sense, national martial arts are not divided into inside and outside, but the inner boxing cultivators can't be called national martial arts cultivators at all, at most they are just health practitioners, but only outer boxing practitioners, if they can't practice their anger, it's in vain, at most they can only be regarded as inferior fighters, and they are framed in the circle of routines. Therefore, we call it the practice of foreign martial arts, which is used to exercise the body, correct the body shape, and enhance physical fitness, which belongs to the basic kung fu. ”

Xiao Qiang listened to it, the senior brother didn't tell him these things, he couldn't imagine that he could get these knowledge about the real national art from Wu Wenchao's mouth, he is now very interested in Wu Wenchao's national art, because only Wu Wenchao's national art will beat him almost without the ability to fight back, this is the real national art.

"Can foreign boxing be practiced with dark energy?" Xiao Qiang couldn't help but ask.

Wu Wenchao said: "Of course you can, dark energy is the most basic thing. ”

Xiao Qiang almost fell to the ground, Nima, dark energy is just the most basic thing, is there a mistake, is it so exaggerated?

saw Wu Wenchao say seriously: "Dark energy, to put it bluntly, is a skill, a kind of strength." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Qiang suddenly frowned, shook his head slowly, and said, "How can inch strength and ingenuity be compared to dark energy." ”

Wu Wenchao smiled when he heard this, he suddenly sank down and dismounted, the thick avalanche on the ground cracked, and after he stabilized his body, his right hand suddenly swept out towards Xiao Qiang.

In the void, a crackling sound followed, and Wu Wenchao's hand was like an iron rod quickly sweeping through the void, full of power.

Xiao Qiang was horrified, and instinctively fell backwards, avoiding Wu Wenchao's blow.

In fact, Wu Wenchao didn't mean to attack Xiao Qiang, his hand stopped, and said to Xiao Qiang: "How about this power?"

Xiao Qiang didn't know why, but he still praised sincerely: "Domineering and fierce." ”

"So what?"

Wu Wenchao said, got up and walked to the big tree with a thick bowl on the side, his right hand was placed next to the trunk, and the arm above the wrist did not move at all, but the whole palm suddenly came to life, and the five fingers suddenly bounced and twitched, and slapped on the tree.

"Smack!"

"Click!!"

First, there was a crisp sound of the trunk being pumped, followed by a cracking sound, and the tree broke off from the part where Wu Wenchao's five fingers were drawn, and fell directly.

Xiao Qiang gasped, Nima, how strong is this?

No, it's not wrist strength, it's the instantaneous twitching speed of five fingers and the explosive power contained in it.

"Is this inch, skill, or dark?" asked Wu Wenchao to Xiao Qiang.

Xiao Qiang was stunned, why the hell can't tell him, it's dark energy, right?

It seems that Wu Wenchao is using skill, and even more inch, which belongs to the kind of ingenious force that suddenly erupts to the volley of the trunk.

I really can't tell what kind of strength this is, but Xiao Qiang still feels that what he said is right, dark energy must be different from inch strength and ingenuity, at least, dark energy includes ingenuity and inch strength, but it is higher than the two, it is definitely more awesome.

But now, he can't explain it at all, so he can only keep it in his heart.

"In the final analysis, the real national art is to practice qi, and only by casting the body through practicing the law and then practicing the qi can you become a real master of the national arts. ”

Wu Wenchao said to Xiao Qiang: "But practicing qi is not about practicing internal force as mentioned in martial arts novels, but it means that every time you practice, you must hold your qi, keep your qi, and people live a breath. Every attack is a release of power, so you can only achieve the best attack effect if you completely concentrate your power in your punches and kicks and do not let them radiate from other pores and other parts of your body. ”

As he spoke, Wu Wenchao put his hand in front of Xiao Qiang's eyes: "Do you see something?"

Xiao Qiang saw a hand full of liquid from Wu Wenchao's hand, and the entire palm was even more emitting residual heat, even in this cold weather.

"This is the effect of the burst of concentrated forces. In that move just now, all the strength of my whole body was in the palm of this hand, so it was easy to break the tree, but the pores of my whole body were closed, and the power did not leak out, which is to hold the qi. Wu Wenchao said.

Xiao Qiang didn't understand it very well, he hadn't really learned national art at all, but what Wu Wenchao said was very reasonable, so he used his heart and asked, "Then where do I start learning?"

"You have to learn from the basics, practice boxing, and when you learn how to practice, I will teach you how to fight. Wu Wenchao said.

"How long will it take, I'm twenty-five years old now, can it be effective?" Xiao Qiang thought of the boxing on TV that he was afraid of being less strong, and the general martial arts were practiced since childhood, so he was a little worried.

"Ten days, I'll give you ten days, if you can't practice the Fa well in ten days, it means that you are not suitable to practice my tricks. ”

Wu Wenchao said, and began to tell Xiao Qiang in detail how to take a horse step, how to control the qi and how to keep the qi, in the end, there is only one point, that is, you are constantly practicing boxing, constantly consuming physical energy, but those physical abilities are not consumed, and the heat generated by the body must be kept in the body, this is the practice of national arts.

Xiao Qiang plunged headlong into a new world, he was very attentive and worked hard, coupled with Wu Wenchao's guidance, he comprehended the essentials in less than a week, practiced the qi, and guarded it, on the eighth day, Wu Wenchao had already begun to explain to him the true way of playing the national arts.