(As usual, I updated to get an injection, and the two bags in my hand haven't been swollen yet, so I continue to go for injections, and I ask you for more support, and I see the situation break out when I get better, well, that's it...... Ask for a ticket protector...... ）

At night, Yang Qingyu did not leave Wang Cheng's room, she was not worried about Wang Cheng's injury, so she insisted on staying to take care of Wang Cheng, and watched Wang Cheng practice boxing until late at night, and then fell asleep with a sleeping tiger-style sleeping skill, she also slept quietly beside Wang Cheng.

Even if Wang Cheng's aura was like a tiger at this time, Yang Qingyu did not have the slightest abnormality, and still slept peacefully, just like the beauty and the beast in the oil painting in the West.

The night passed!

As soon as the sun rose in the morning, Yang Qingyu opened her eyes, her inner family cultivation gradually deepened, and now with Yang's Taiji as the foundation, she has almost practiced the inner family method of Daomen Taiji, which makes her more sensitive to the breath between heaven and earth.

The moment she opened her eyes, she immediately looked at Wang Cheng who was beside her.

I saw Wang Cheng lying on the bed, his eyes were still closed, and in the process of every breath, the whole body would rise and fall slightly, as if stretching the bones of the whole body, and occasionally there would be a slight sound of bone trembling, with the sound of breathing, giving people a very terrifying feeling, as if it was not a person lying here, but a tiger that was already extremely hungry, and would open its eyes at any time and devour the prey in front of it.

However, Yang Qingyu did not have the slightest worry or fear, and gently put two fingers on Wang Cheng's pulse to look at the pulse, and found that Wang Cheng's pulse was beating extremely strongly, heavier than usual, and every beating felt like beating a drum. And it works perfectly with breathing.

What a deep tiger-shaped fist.

Yang Qingyu knows. This sleeping skill is also a unique secret method in Wang Cheng's Tiger Nine Styles. There was a halo in his eyes, and he admired the wonder of many martial arts techniques in his heart.

Suddenly.

Wang Cheng opened his eyes at this time, and naturally with a terrifying power of choosing people to devour, his amber pupils looked coldly at Yang Qingyu in front of him.

Yang Qingyu's heart shook slightly, without the slightest abnormality, grabbed Wang Cheng's hand, and said in a low voice: "Are you awake?"

Wang Cheng's breathing changed, and the amber color in his pupils gradually dissipated. The body stretched out, and the bones of the whole body made a crisp sound like fried beans again, revealing a smile, and said, "I feel better, let's go, let's practice boxing." ”

Yang Qingyu nodded: "Okay!"

Both of them slept in their clothes, so it was very easy to get up at this time, and they just turned over and got off the bed and stood in the middle, washed their faces casually, and walked out together.

Outside. The sun has risen.

Wang Cheng's eyes were staring directly at the sun, and the tiger in his heart was crawling. Immediately, he practiced in the courtyard with the Tiger Nine-style pile method.

Yang Qingyu frowned slightly, and practiced Tai Chi very quietly on the side.

Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun also ran out of their rooms, yawned in a hurry, and hurriedly started practicing boxing. The two of them were very tired yesterday, and today it was a rare time to sleep in.

Huhuhu......

Wang Cheng's tiger today is to show it, I feel very comfortable all over my body, the tiger in my heart and myself almost have the slightest hindrance, doing exactly the same movements, moving at will in my heart, the tiger in my heart changes slightly, and the body almost does not need Wang Cheng to control zhì, and then there is a change.

Such a smooth feeling of the body moving at will, the mind moving with the heart, makes Wang Cheng unusually relaxed, the heart, mind, body, and the three are suddenly unusually transparent, this is the realm that all martial artists who practice boxing are pursuing, he is based on the Tiger Nine Styles, and the true meaning of the Tiger is itself, and finally touched this realm.

It's a pity that his right hand is still a little injured and can't exert his full strength, so there is not so much power between the tiger claw movements, just a slight wind, but at this time, he gave Yang Qingyu a real tiger breath, no longer a little like a tiger before, but a real tiger, no longer a person!

Tiger!

Wang Cheng's true intention to the tiger in his heart was finally completely controlled, and he practiced the Tiger Nine Styles as he wanted, which was extremely smooth, and the breathing, fist method, and pile method were all coordinated like flowing water, naturally!

WhewW......

Then, from time to time, a tiger roar will sound in the courtyard!

Knock knock knock......

I don't know how long it took.

The sun has climbed high into the sky.

Wang Cheng was still tossing and turning in the courtyard, immersed in the incomparably smooth true meaning of the tiger. Yang Qingyu, Liu Shicheng, and Zhang Shaoyun had finished their morning exercise and went to look for breakfast, leaving Wang Cheng alone in the courtyard.

At this time, a series of hurried knocks sounded on the door, interrupting Wang Cheng's fierce tiger true intentions.

Stopping the boxing technique, Wang Cheng exhaled a deep breath, stepped on the tiger step, came to the door, and heard a steady and long breathing sound at the door, he had a trace of calculation in his heart.

Chirping!

The courtyard door opens.

Wang Cheng saw that there was a bald monk standing here - Wu Chan!

"Amitabha. ”

Wu Chan was wearing a relaxed practice uniform, and it could be seen that he had just finished his morning exercise, and he folded his hands to Wang Cheng and said, "The donor has just finished the morning exercise?"

Wang Cheng nodded lightly and said, "Is there something wrong with the monk?"

Wu Chan was directly called a monk, smiled and said, "There is something I want to ask the donor for advice." ”

Wang Cheng's eyes flickered, the color of amber flickered and disappeared, and he waved his hand: "Okay, monk, please come in." ”

Wu Chan smiled and said: "Thank you to the donor, I heard my junior brother Wuxin say that the donor's medical skills are unparalleled in the world, as long as there is a breath, the donor can be cured, once saved him once on Hong Kong Island, the poor monk thanked the donor here for saving my brother's life!"

Wang Cheng shook his head and said with a smile: "It turns out that Monk Wuxin and Your Excellency are brothers, and sure enough, the teachers are from the same school, and the boxing techniques are very exquisite. As for the grace of saving lives, it was Yan zhòng, at that time, Wuxin was just suffering a little internal injury, and I came to the rescue, and I also received a payment, so you don't need to thank the monk. ”

Wu Chan's eyes flashed, he had long heard that Wang Cheng had a clear grievance, yes. If not, it's not. Now take a look. Sure enough, he immediately clasped his hands together and said: "The reward is the reward, and some things cannot be measured by money, since the donor doesn't want to mention it, then I won't talk about it." Yesterday I had seen the power of the donor's Tiger Fist, and even the Divine Dao Master couldn't take a single move, and I almost stayed up all night after I went back. It's really hard to bear the itchy hands, so I specially came to ask the donor for two tricks. ”

As he spoke, the breath of the monk Wuzen soared, and his eyes opened and closed with a terrifying light, like the majesty of the Arhat Venerable who had stood in Shaolin for an unknown number of years.

Wang Cheng laughed and said, "Monk, do you know that my right hand hurts my muscles and veins, and I can't exert my strength in a short period of time?"

Wu Chan folded his hands and said, "I know!"

"Then you still come to challenge me, do you know that the final of the martial arts competition will start soon, and there will be a battle between you and me?"

Wang Cheng's breath also soared, and his heart was full of excitement. The voice was like a tiger shouting.

Wu Chan's heart moved slightly, and he felt Wang Cheng's terrifying tiger true meaning. Immediately, he also shouted majestically: "I can't wait to fight with the donor, so I specially came to ask the donor Wusheng Mountain's Dumen Tiger Fist, please complete it!"

"Hehe, good!"

Wang Cheng smiled lightly, someone came to the door to ask for advice, he naturally would not refuse, and also wanted to try his fire at this time, so he immediately waved his hand, put his right hand behind his back, and shouted: "Okay, monk, you can make a move, I still only use one hand." ”

Monk Wuzen took a step back, also put his right hand behind his back, and said, "Naturally, I won't take advantage of the donor, I only use my left hand, donor, please." ”

"The person who comes is a guest, don't be long-winded, monk, let's shoot!"

A hint of appreciation flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes, and he scolded impatiently, just like the king of beasts was unwilling to entangle with ordinary beasts.

Wu Chan took a deep breath, his feet suddenly stepped on a strange step, and stepped forward, his left hand did not make a fist, but grabbed Wang Cheng with his palm, and his palm carried a slight sound of wind and thunder.

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed, his pace did not retreat, and he also stepped forward, directly hitting the hard, the tiger claw of his left hand poked out, and directly grabbed Wu Chan's palm.

Bang!

Wu Chan's palm flipped over, and it touched Wang Cheng's tiger claw very skillfully, and then he stuck to Wang Cheng's tiger claw, and even his fingers turned into a grappling hand, grabbing Wang Cheng's wrist vein.

Wang Cheng's heart was shocked, the tiger was restless, his wrist shook, he got out of his hand, and then bullied forward again, the tiger's claw condescendingly grabbed at his head, this move was not light, and there was a tiger roar!

Wu Chan's feet changed, and he hurriedly took a step back, and his palms were also hurriedly flipped, never leaving Wang Cheng's tiger claws, just like Wu Song always held the tiger's neck when he fought the tiger and did not let go.

Bang!

But.

Wang Cheng's tiger was too strong, and this move directly shook Wu Chan's palm numb, and the huge force exploded, making Wu Chan feel that he was not touching a hand, but a steel-like illusion.

What a strong tiger-shaped fist, such a domineering inner refining method!

Wu Chan only felt Wang Cheng's strength at this time, before he heard that the Wusheng Mountain family refining was the first in the world, he didn't believe it at all, and felt that his Shaolin refining method was the first in the world. But at this time, when he touched Wang Cheng's arm, he knew that the other party's physical strength was definitely above him!

Moreover, the cultivation and comprehension of the Tiger Shape Fist is also beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In this way, the purpose of Wu Chan is difficult to achieve, and he immediately hurriedly retreated again, not daring to collide with Wang Cheng, but stepping on the delicate steps under his feet, one hand sneak attack Wang Cheng from time to time, every time he shot, it was as if he had seen the gap between Wang Cheng's breathing and body changes of the tiger, so that Wang Cheng had a feeling of being unguardable, and he was almost succeeded by Wu Chan several times.

The difficult fist technique seems to be specially restrained by his tiger-shaped fist, which makes him feel suppressed and has nowhere to start.

This is what Wang Cheng thinks in his heart, he doesn't know much about Shaolin martial arts, but he also has some understanding of this boxing method in his heart, and immediately suddenly made a move to force a hard confrontation with Wu Chan, and took a step back from the opponent with an absolutely strong inner family cultivation, and said in a deep voice: "Monk, are you here to ask me to practice boxing as a target?"

Wu Chan's face was suddenly flushed, as if someone had broken the shyness of a little girl who had broken his careful thoughts, he smiled and said in a low voice: "Hehe, Wang Cheng, we are just fighting, you see that I use the same hand as you, and I have never hit you, I was beaten by you and ran around, how can you be my target? I am your target and almost the same." ”

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed with an amber cold color, and he said lightly: "Don't take me for a fool, your fist is Shaolin Fuhu Boxing, right? I think you want to use my Tiger Shape Fist as the object to hone your Fuhu Boxing, right?"

Wu Chan smiled, did not speak, and was noncommittal.

Wang Cheng continued: "I heard my master say that Shaolin has two fist techniques that specialize in breaking all the pictographic boxing techniques in the world, that is, subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, right?"

Wu Chan clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Changhe Dao is long and knowledgeable, and the poor monk admires it." ”

The image of this monk in Wang Cheng's heart instantly turned into a very thick-skinned ruffian, and he immediately waved his hand and said: "Sure enough, I want to use the tiger fist of my martial saint mountain to hone your Shaolin Fuhu fist, I think the monk has made a mistake, you can go." ”

Wu Chan had a trace of reason in his heart, so his momentum was much weaker, and he immediately didn't say anything to Wang Cheng, folded his hands, and said: "Okay, thank you for the teaching, the poor monk will say goodbye, and see you in the ring." ”

After speaking, the monk turned around and walked towards the door.

Wang Cheng looked at the back of the monk and shouted in a deep voice: "Monk, when the time comes, I will not show mercy to my subordinates in the ring." ”

The pace of the monk Wuzen stagnated, and he did not look back, and said sternly: "Okay, the poor monk will also go all out." ”

This goes all out, and Wu Chan is to show Wang Cheng that when the time comes, he will not use only one hand in the ring.

Wang Cheng nodded and said, "Go slowly." ”

The figure of the monk Wuzen disappeared at the door in the blink of an eye, and this monk was also like Wang Cheng, who integrated boxing into his life.

In such a state, Wang Cheng saw it for the first time in others.

At the same time, he was also secretly vigilant in his heart.

Shaolin's two boxing methods, the dragon boxing method and the tiger boxing method, look at the name is to subdue the dragon and the tiger, restrain all the animals and beasts in the world, no one has ever used pictographic boxing in Shaolin these two boxing methods to take advantage.

It's just that the heat of this Wuzen monk's Fuhu fist is obviously still very shallow, so he found an opportunity to come to Wang Cheng here to hone his boxing skills with Wang Cheng's tiger-shaped fist.

This monk is also a good abacus, use Wang Cheng to practice boxing, and when the time comes, he will comprehend the essence of Fuhu Boxing, and then defeat Wang Cheng!

Wang Cheng looked at the door, smiled confidently, and said in a low voice: "Fu Hu Fist, it may not be able to subdue the tiger in my heart." ”

As soon as the Wuchan monk left, Yang Qingyu came back with Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun, each holding a large plate of food, all kinds of meat.

Wang Cheng hadn't eaten much last night, and his stomach was already empty at this time, and when he saw the food, his eyes immediately lit up, and he grabbed a piece of beef in Yang Qingyu's hand and ate it.

"Wang Cheng, your master Changhe Dao is here!"

Yang Qingyu whispered to Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the door, and sure enough, he felt a heavy breath like a mountain, who is this not his master Changhe Taoist......?