"Have you ever practiced horse walking?" asked Yan Junhong.

"Have practiced! Are we better than this?" Han Feixue was eager to try, she would definitely not lose if she was better than this!

It's so scary, if you fight with her, your little arms and legs will be broken in two by him!

Yan Junhong couldn't help but look at her twice when he heard this. "I almost believed it!"

"What do you mean?" said Hanfei Xue.

"Oh, nothing. Yan Junhong shook his head. "Just compare with me, compare with my little henchman, I'll make you even more desperate!" he said, pointing at Pujia.

"She?" said Han Feixue in disbelief. "She's not in elementary school yet. ”

"Forget it, brother, let's not bully her. Pu Jia didn't look down on her either.

"What are you talking about, little brat, don't cry your nose with your little arms and legs, I'll let you do it for three or five minutes!" Han Feixue said disdainfully.

As soon as they said that, the living room was still very spacious, and the two of them tried it out next to it.

"I feel that today's young people look down on Ma Bu Gong and are unwilling to spend this time refining qi and refining the body, you must know how it is possible for a tall building to rise from the ground? No matter how profound and powerful the martial arts are, they are also practiced step by step from the basic pile Gong, and your idol Hua Ruxue can have her current achievements, do you know how much time and effort she has spent on the basic pile Gong? When I was a child, I spent more than 20 hours a day, eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet...... cough, it's also a horse step!" Yan Junhong looked at the two people facing each other and taught patiently.

"Cut! How do you know?" Han Feixue scoffed, it was hard to imagine that her idol was serious in Zamabu.

"Sister Hua Ruxue said it herself!" said Pu Jia.

"I believe it!"

"Ouch, you're still not convinced!Good, you've managed to pique my interest!" Yan Junhong almost ordered. "Pu Jia, punch!"

Sou~~

The arms are synchronized, the punches are carried by the wind, and the strength is not weak.

Han Feixue's eyes also caught a glimpse of the other party's lower plate was very stable, almost not moving.

Why is it so powerful?

Did you shoot yourself in the foot?

I was annoyed for a while.

"Five fingers straight!" Yan Junhong said again.

Do it!

"I thought it was so powerful, I couldn't even take a steady step!" Yan Junhong said without giving face. "You can see clearly, the tea leaves in it shake a little, and we will lose!"

Yan Junhong said, his five fingers opened his claws, and grabbed a cup of tea on the table.

His palm hung directly above the teacup, and the teacup was firmly grasped, and his hand did not touch the teacup, and the teacup seemed to be held by an invisible force, and it rose steadily.

Yan Junhong walked over slowly, and put the teacup on the back of Pu Jia's little hand.

Han Feixue was dumbfounded, the teacup was put up steadily, but it didn't move at all, and the tea leaves floating in it did not shake at all!

The liquid and the teacup inside the instructions are absolutely still!

This little broken child's horse steps do not move at all!

"Yo, your horse steps are very distinctive!" Yan Junhong glanced at her. "This staggered, as if it had fallen with a gust of wind!"

Yan Junhong said, blowing lightly on her and smiling.

"I want you to take care of it!" said Han Feixue angrily.

At this time, I already felt a heart-piercing pain in my feet, and my joints were also very uncomfortable.

Bite the bullet and keep going!

At this time, Yan Junhong continued to carry the tea, one cup was placed in Pu Jia's other hand, and another cup was placed on top of his head.

Motionless!

Han Feixue only felt uncomfortable looking at it.

"Yo, why are you still sweating, is it hot?

Yan Junhong found that she was already standing a little trembling, and there was sweat condensing on her forehead.

Han Feixue doesn't want to talk now, this guy is too annoying!

Hum!!

What's even more annoying is -

"Stand firm!" Yan Junhong suddenly half-squatted again, and sat on Pujia's lap!

To prove that he really sat down, his feet were completely off the ground and slightly coiled.

I'm so desperate, I don't know if I should say it!

At this time, the three cups of water carried by Pu Jia were still not moving, and the whole person was not moving!

Han Feixue naturally understands that in such a posture, one of the opponent's legs is heavier, and it is more difficult to maintain stability!

And his face was already blue, and his body couldn't stop shaking lightly.

Although Yan Junhong is also very weird.

After all, Pu Jia's small body, the space between the straight hands and legs is too small, Yan Junhong can only sit sideways, and the whole person is almost shrunk in this piece!

He also wanted not to disturb Pu Jia, except for her legs, the other parts were not touched at all!

"South fist and north leg. This has been said since ancient times, but I disagree!"

"In martial arts, leg skills are the foundation, no matter which school of martial arts, the first thing is to practice legs, and the common ones are to sit on the pile first. ”

"However, since ancient times, the three major internal martial arts boxing, Tai Chi, Bagua, and Xingyi, all belong to the Northern School, and even Shaolin belongs to the North. They'll have to start with horses, too!"

"Horse step stake is actually the process of tempering the will and grinding into the set, you can't even tie a horse step, what moves to play later, what power skills to learn, you can also put on a show, punching is the same as massage. If your current level can also be admitted to Beicheng, Beicheng will inevitably be too cheap!"

"Just now, I casually asked you if you had practiced horse walking, and you said that I believed it, and you knew that it was the opposite. Your back is very soft, your legs and feet are very loose, and your bones and muscles are difficult to exert force! It's not all because of the characteristics of women, you have a very poor foundation!"

“……”

Yan Junhong saw that the other party's figure was crumbling, his whole face was pale, and his face was full of sweat the size of beans rolling down, so he couldn't help but stop talking.

Luo Zixiu couldn't help but feel uncomfortable watching from the side, she pursed her lips vigorously, and a pair of beautiful women burst into tears.

"If it's too hard, give up!" his voice flowed from the sky into his head. "You're already very good!"

Han Feixue only felt that it was dark in front of her, and she was about to faint, and the next moment a dark force from the other party slapped into her body, as if the farmland that had been dry for a long time ushered in the gushing water irrigation.

Yan Junhong lifted her up casually again, lost all her strength and was thrown to the side of the sofa, Han Feixue fell steadily, and her strength was controlled to the point where she could send and receive freely.

Even Hua Ruxue can't compare to this, unless she holds a sword.

Han Feixue was slowly surging with a burst of emotion, but in the next second, she heard Yan Junhong say again. "Pujia is very powerful!"

This bastard!!

I don't need you to comfort me!

After comforting me, you have to praise others, big bastard!