Zhao Zheng squatted in the faint morning light like mist, with a look of waiting, shook his hand, and threw six sandbags to his feet. Without these six catties, his body became more calm, almost immovable. Zamagong is a mental method that focuses on the lower plate, and the feet are attached to the ground, which is like giving birth to tree roots, which is extremely difficult to shake.

"You kid take it easy, I won't keep my hands." Song Kuaizui smiled and walked forward, and when he was halfway there, he suddenly increased his speed, rushed in front of Zhao Zheng with an arrow step, and put his palms on Zhao Zheng's chest, and actually tried to hit Zhao Zheng by surprise.

Zhao Zheng's hard work for so many days was really not in vain, despite the sudden attack of the other party, his formation was still not chaotic, and at the moment when his palms fell on his body, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body was shaken, and he was stunned that he was not pushed out half a step.

"Hah!" Song Kuaizui slapped his palms on Zhao Zheng's body, and quickly increased his strength and pushed forward.

Zhao Zheng's body shook three times, and his face turned red all of a sudden. Zhao Zheng saw that Song Kuaizui couldn't push himself, so he was overjoyed, and began to use his body to push his palms back, intending to push Song Kuaizui back. If you can push Song Kuaizui in turn, then it will be a lot of fun.

Song Kuaizui pressed his feet on the ground, his heels slightly sunk into the ground, his hands pushed forward, and continued to increase his strength, and within a few seconds, he used seventy or eighty percent of his strength. Song Kuaizui was secretly surprised, and sighed in his heart: "It's really a hell of a life, this kid has only been practicing Zama Gong for a few months, and he is so stable." I've been practicing for a few years to reach this level, could it be that this kid is a martial arts wizard? ”

Zhao Zheng felt more and more strained, his muscles were tense, and he trembled, feeling that as long as he was a little relieved, he would be pushed to the ground. He was afraid of being discouraged, he didn't dare to breathe, the blood on his face became heavier and heavier, and tendons even bulged out on his neck. In fact, if he dares to use the method of breathing during the exercises, it will help him to improve his strength and maintain his stamina. But he has only just learned martial arts, and his understanding of martial arts is still lacking, so he doesn't know this.

Song Kuaizui continued to exert strength, and he had already used ten percent of his strength, but he still couldn't push Zhao Zheng down, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he cried bitterly in his heart: "Oops, terrible, if I can't even push such a child, this face will be lost, and they have to laugh at me to death." ”

Neither of them is a master of the inner family, the internal force in the body is thin, this competition is completely pure strength, there is no skill at all, but if it is replaced by two internal masters, the internal force of the two sides will fight back and forth in the body, and the competition is much more complicated, and it is also more jīngcai.

Zhao Zheng and Song Kuaizui were in a stalemate for a full minute, although their strength was basically comparable, but Song Kuaizui was able to breathe zìyóu and had a long stamina, while Zhao Zheng always held that breath and quickly fell behind. The oxygen in Zhao Zheng's body was gradually depleted, and his five organs ached faintly.

Zhao Zhengke didn't want to be injured for a few sandbags, and he didn't want Song Kuaizui to lose face, so he chose to give up. With the help of Song Kuaizui's palm, he took a few steps backwards, loosening the tight strings in the process, taking a few big breaths, and the cháo red on his face gradually faded.

Song Kuaizui took two steps forward, then stopped and withdrew his palms. He wiped the beads of sweat and said secretly in his heart: "Huh, it's so dangerous, it's so dangerous, this kid has made progress in a few months, and it seems that he will surpass me in a few days." Well, you can't test his next plate in the future, so as not to be embarrassed. ”

"Brother Song, you are still more powerful." Zhao Zheng gasped and laughed. Although he lost the competition, he was still very happy in his heart, just a few months ago, his strength was far weaker than Song Kuaizui, but now he can fight with Song Kuaizui. It seems that it will only be long before he can surpass Song Kuaizui and win in terms of strength!

Song Kuaizui re-examined Zhao Zheng with a new vision, he taught Zhao Zheng single-handedly, so the improvement of Zhao Zheng's strength touched him greatly. He felt that Zhao Zheng should be a martial arts wizard, and his achievements after rì must be not small. Although Zhao Zheng is just an ordinary shopkeeper now, he can foresee that in the near future, Zhao Zheng will definitely fly higher and farther like an eagle spreading its wings.

Song Kuaizui showed a rare serious expression, and praised it greatly: "Xiao Zhao, you have made great progress these days, it seems that your roots are very good, you are a good seedling for practicing martial arts, you must continue to insist on cultivation in the future, in the long run, you will definitely have a good future." ”

"Then I'll borrow your good words." Zhao Zheng smiled faintly without revealing anything.

Song Kuaizui is actually very right, Zhao Zheng's ability to grow rapidly is largely related to his roots. Because Zhao Zheng added 4 congenital xìng points to the root bone, the root bone in the body has improved a lot, exceeding the level of ordinary people, and the cultivation is twice the result with half the effort.

Song Kuaizui looked at the heroic Zhao Zheng, the more he looked at it, the more pleasing he felt, and suddenly remembered something in his heart, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Your physique has been cultivated well, can you learn two-handed kung fu moves from others?" ”

"I really wanted to learn, but no one taught me." Zhao Zheng smiled bitterly.

"No one taught you, I taught you, it just so happened that your Zama Gong was also taught by me, I sent the Buddha to the West, and the good things were done to the end, and even the fist and foot kung fu were also taught to you."

Zhao Zheng hesitated, wondering if the other party wanted to be his master, Song Kuaizui's strength was too low, and it was estimated that he couldn't teach him for long, so he was a little hesitant. The ancients paid great attention to etiquette, the master is like a father, worshipping the master is like having an extra father, and kowtowing to the New Year is indispensable for the New Year's holidays. He is a modern person's thinking, and he is very resistant to this kind of etiquette, so he tries not to apprentice, even if he apprentices, he has to find someone with high enough martial arts and good enough character.

"I said I was going to teach you martial arts, why didn't you squeak?" Song Kuaizui looked at Zhao Zheng strangely.

"Uh, nothing!" Zhao Zheng came back to his senses suddenly, and said with a smile, "As soon as I heard that you were going to teach me martial arts, I was so happy that I couldn't speak, you are so good to me, I really don't know how to thank you." ”

"Thank you for something, as long as you really become a martial arts master in the future, don't forget that the first martial arts I taught you will be fine."

"You mean to let me worship you as a teacher?"

"What kind of bullshit teacher," Song Kuaizui smiled dumbly, waved his hand and said, "I have a few catties and taels myself, I know in my own heart, if outsiders know that even my little kung fu dares to use it to accept apprentices, and I can't make people laugh off their big teeth?" You can rest assured, I teach you not to ask for anything in return, purely for fun. ”

"Fun?" This time it was Zhao Zheng's turn to laugh dumbly.

"Hehe, of course, there are many kinds of fun in the world, and teaching others martial arts is also one of the fun. What's more, you are a martial arts wizard, if I teach you to be a martial arts master, this will have a lot of face. ”

"Well, if I really achieve something in the future, I will definitely not forget the grace of your teaching." Zhao Zhengzheng said that he didn't want to apprentice, but he wrote down this kindness, and if it is developed in the future, he will definitely give a lot of money to repay this kindness.

"Hehe, since you say so, then I will point to you to help me turn over the salted fish in the future." Song Kuaizui smiled, pulled out the stance, his legs slightly outward, his hands were open, one high and one low in front of him, "Come on, come on, I'll teach you a set of martial arts that I'm best at, you open your eyes and take a closer look, I'll show you first." ”

Zhao Zheng nodded, stood aside intently, without distractions, and watched intently.

Song Kuaizui said that he would practice, his eyes widened, his eyebrows were upside down, and his expression became serious. He stepped forward with one foot, grabbed forward with his left hand, and then flipped outward with force, with this action, the body rotated, the movement was as smooth as water, and the natural transition was to the second move, which was another hand to reach out, and it was another action to break things. The faster he practiced, the more he stepped out, his hands made one move after another, although the moves were not strong and calm, but it can be seen that he won by skill, focusing on grabbing the enemy's body and hitting the enemy hard through "breaking", "locking" and "buckle" and other techniques.

Zhao Zheng's eyes lit up, just a few days ago, there was a guest who was drunk and lost his words and said some obscene things to the shopkeeper, which made the shopkeeper very unhappy. Song Kuaizui was close and taught the guest a few lessons, which seemed to be the kung fu used at that time.

When Song Kuaizui grabbed the guest's finger with only two movements and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, Song Kuaizui used a little force, and the guest cried in pain and begged for mercy again and again, if Song Kuaizui was willing, he could break the guest's finger on the spot.

Although Zhao Zheng has no foundation in martial arts, after all, he has played martial arts games for several years, watched the flower posture for several years, cultivated a certain eyesight, and can see the general category of martial arts with his moves. He looked at it for a while, and immediately saw that what Song Kuaizui practiced was a kind of kung fu such as grappling, which should be one of the "small grappling hands", "big grappling hands", "eighteen dipping clothes", "splitting tendons and wrong bones" and "eight flipping hands", but he couldn't see what it was.

The set of grappling kung fu practiced by Song Kuaizui was simply concise, with only thirty-six moves, and he practiced quickly, and the practice was completed in a few minutes. After finishing the last move, he withdrew his palms, pressed his hands down, and the breath in his body sank into the dantian. He stood still, looked at Zhao Zheng, and asked with a slightly panting smile: "Boy, test your eyesight, can you see what kind of kung fu this is?" Is it a fist, a kick, or something else? ”;