Pictogram boxing, the meaning is varied, one of its fingers imitates the predation of animals, hunting action, the so-called "pictogram and take the meaning", monkey boxing, tiger boxing, praying mantis boxing, snake boxing and so on belong to this category.

The second is to imitate the form of a drunkard, wake up and not sleep, and fight in shaking, such as drunken fists, drunken swords, drunken sticks, and so on.

However, the pictogram boxing mentioned by Xue Zheng is the essence of his life's martial arts, which is a supreme masculine and rigid boxing method made by integrating the people and many boxing techniques in the army.

It means that the elephant with the greatest strength on land is that he thinks that his fist is the first fierce.

In fact, in today's martial arts world, it is also recognized that pictogram boxing is the first fierce.

"Yes."

Jing Xiaolou replied, stood up, walked to the edge of the Huxin Pavilion without hurry, and said from afar:

"It's inconvenient for one person to play boxing, why don't you and me fight one or two?"

"Huh?"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered, and his fist turned around, stepping out of ten meters in one step, raising his arm and punching, straight as a gun:

"I'm about to see Brother Jing's tricks!"

"Good!"

Seeing An Qisheng's fist like a gun, Jing Xiaolou's eyes lit up, his body shape was different, and he threw out with one arm raised!

Stepping out, Jing Xiaolou's momentum was vigorous, and with a flick of his arms, he fell from above, like a whip and a hammer, and smashed towards An Qisheng!

Rumble!

An Qisheng's heart flickered, and he seemed to see an old elephant hissing in the sky, stepping and shaking his nose!

On land, elephant power is the first.

Jing Xiaolou's hands-on strength was vigorous, it was really like an old elephant galloping, flicking his nose and striking, and before the fist arrived, the air flow had already blown An Qisheng's hair.

Bang!

An Qisheng's fist changed, and his arm was raised, like a big gun.

Bang!

The fists collided, making a dull crashing sound.

It seemed to be blown by a tenth-level wind, and An Qisheng's exposed skin was trembling wildly.

Under this punch, it was really like being thrown by an elephant's nose.

Bang!

An Qisheng's muscles and bones shook, and his feet 'clicked' on the bridge deck of the small bridge, and his strength was vented.

The kung fu of the eight poles stomping is not only in the force, but also in the unloading.

"Good!"

A punch did not repel An Qisheng, Jing Xiaolou couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration, and at the same time, his arm shook, and he threw his arm out.

Syllable!

Straight as a long whip, the strength bursts vigorously at the end.

Jing Xiaolou pulled out his arm, as if he had burst the air, and exhaled the air flow blowing An Qisheng's clothes and hunting.

"This is the Xuemen Pictogram?"

An Qisheng's chest was tight, his strength was vigorous, and his arms were pushed forward to meet him again.

Bang bang bang~

The strong wind was agitated, and the two of them collided more than ten times on the edge of the Huxin Pavilion with hard and fast fighting, and the sound of fist and palm collision was as rapid and low as a drumbeat.

"This Baji Boxing is really extraordinary."

Jing Xiaolou became more and more surprised, and admired in his heart.

Elephants are the strongest animals on land, and no ferocious beast can resist its great strength.

The pictogram boxing takes the elephant, the fist road is fierce, the punch is like the old elephant shaking the nose, pay attention to a swaying freely, the chain is continuous, the hands are like a whip like a hammer, and the strength is superimposed layer by layer.

Since he learned boxing, he has rarely encountered such a hard-to-face opponent.

The more An Qisheng fought, the more frightened he became, he felt that Jing Xiaolou had room for it, and he didn't go all out.

The strength of the shot was similar to his, but more than ten punches collided, and his arms were numb, and the cracked tiger's mouth yesterday was shaken open.

"If it goes on like this, three punches at most, I'm going to be beaten on my back!"

An Qisheng gritted his teeth, and his mind flowed.

Boom!

Another punch collision.

An Qisheng's chest suddenly rose and fell, as if an air current exploded in his throat, and he let out a low shout.

Cracking sound!

There seemed to be a series of firecrackers in An Qisheng's body, and his face, hands, and all the exposed skin instantly turned red.

Bang!

There was a loud bang at Anqisheng's feet, and the wooden bridge cracked, and the cobweb-like cracks spread inch by inch like spreading concentric circles under his feet.

Stomp your feet, and the strength rolls up.

The fist that was pressed under Jing Xiaolou suddenly shook, like the tip of the gun beating violently when the big gun shook, and shook Jing Xiaolou's arm.

Immediately, a punch probed forward and went through his chest!

It was An Qisheng who converted the shot he learned from Wang Honglin into a boxing technique, and this time he broke out!

"Huh?"

Jing Xiaolou's arm bounced up, and he was shocked.

The arm 'exhaled' from top to bottom, landed on his chest, and opened up, blocking An Qisheng's punch.

Bang!

Jing Xiaolou's shoulders shook, and he took three steps back, the corners of his mouth were slightly dry and sweet.

Click~

After a collision, the wooden bridge under Anqisheng's feet broke and could no longer withstand his shock.

Caught off guard, he fell into the lake.

"You kid."

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the old man glanced at Jing Xiaolou and shook his head slightly:

"It's the gazebo that collapsed, will you be blamed?"

He was also a little surprised by An Qisheng's final punch, but Jing Xiaolou's four strengths had already been mastered, and he had already melted, and he could unload his strength into the ground with a shock under his feet.

But he never let go of his strength, and he endured it for life.

"The pavilion is a place where the teacher sits for a long time, how dare the disciple lose half a point?"

Jing Xiaolou just smiled, shook his shoulders, swept over the wooden bridge, and stretched out his hand down: "Brother An? ”

Syllable!

An Qisheng reached out and grabbed his palm, and crossed the wooden bridge.

"Brother Jing's kung fu is superb, I am not an opponent."

An Qisheng wiped the lake water on his face, and his body was soaked.

"Brother An has not yet entered the country, and he can do this to this point, which is better than I was at that time."

Jing Xiaolou shook his head slightly.

"Bajiquan, you have all kinds of three flavors, and the last punch, the old man was a little surprised."

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the old man shook his head slightly:

"It's the unfortunate chance that this bridge cracked, and it made your clothes wet."

"Huh?"

An Qisheng was about to say something, when he suddenly felt a warm current blowing, and then he felt a little hot.

As soon as the old man's words fell, it was as if he had suddenly come to the boiler room for winter heating, and his eyes were a little sour and his hair was a little burnt yellow.

An Qisheng's heart was shocked, and he knew that the heat was emanating from the old man's body.

In his induction, Xue Zheng at this moment was like a raging boiler, with flames rising, as if it could boil the lake water!

It's like the dustless Taoist in front of the Golden Temple of Wudang Mountain, who is full of rain and evaporation of heat.

Seeing that the body temperature of the divine warrior could reach such an incredible level.

"Come and sit."

The old man waved his hand slightly.

An Qisheng came back to his senses, and his clothes and hair had already been dried.

"Let's go, Brother An."

Jing Xiaolou, who had withdrawn far away, walked over, patted An Qisheng's shoulder, and walked towards the Huxin Pavilion.

An Qisheng felt novel, but he had long been used to it.

"The level of manpower is almost extraordinary."

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, An Qisheng sighed sincerely.

"Extraordinary?"

Hearing this, the old man shook his head:

"Once upon a time, I thought so too, and later I knew more, and I knew that transcendence is a dead end."

"What do you mean by that?"

An Qisheng was a little puzzled.

"Throughout the ages, there have been people who have transcended the mundane and embarked on another unpredictable path."

I don't know what I remembered, the old man sighed:

"Lao Tzu, Shakya, Guigu, Peng Zu, Chen Tuan....... Unfortunately, they all died. ”