"The so-called three-in-one boxing, is the fist and the will, the mind and the heart, the heart and the force, although the strength of the simple human body is strong, but after all, it is limited, in this case, only by borrowing force, in order to exert a stronger force.

So the question is, whose power to borrow? The answer is the power of the earth.

When you step on the ground with your feet, you are already qualified to borrow strength, and even when you walk and run, you are borrowing strength.

So the first step is to transmit the power of the earth. ”

In the courtyard, Nan Ting was teaching Su Heng how to use his strength, and while talking, let Dacheng be a template.

"Come, show Su boy how to borrow strength."

Nan Ting's words fell, Dacheng took a deep breath, his left foot was neutral, his right foot withdrew slightly, and then he slammed on the ground, and a reverse force suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, and then his legs were like whip handles, giving his body an initial strength.

Immediately, his waist twisted, which was equivalent to throwing out that force, and after the transformation of his waist, it became significantly larger.

Then, the tendons on his back flicked, like a full bowstring loosening, transferring layers of power to his arms.

One punch!

Those who have thrown the whip know that when the force penetrates the whip slightly, whether it is speed or strength, it will be used to the maximum, so that the sound of the sonic boom can be extracted.

At this moment, Dacheng's punch has the same effect.

"Drink!"

With this punch, Dacheng obviously took out all his strength, and there was a faint muffled sound on the surface of the fist, leaving an afterimage in the air, and at the same time bringing up a strong wind and scattering around.

However, after this punch, Dacheng immediately gasped for breath, and sweat broke out on his face and body.

Obviously, even for him, this punch almost hollowed out his body.

But the power is undoubtedly huge.

It's just that the process is a little slower.

This is also a demonstration to Su Heng, plus his realm is limited, so it can only be so.

Otherwise, if you change to Nan Ting, you can hit the strongest blow with every move.

"Yes, it's just a little too tender, if the masters compete, your speed would have been killed a long time ago."

Nan Ting nodded lightly on the side and commented.

"Su boy, you come and try."

Su Heng closed his eyes and began to recall the actions he had just made, recalling every charm and every subtlety of his before he suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw that his right foot also stepped the ground, and then his body twisted into a rope and punched out.

The power of this punch was even much stronger than Dacheng, but Su Heng didn't have the slightest joy, but frowned, looking like he couldn't figure it out.

Because at that moment just now, his body obviously didn't keep up with his consciousness, resulting in a slow beat.

So don't look at the power of that punch, but in fact, it was still from his body itself, and he didn't borrow any strength from the earth.

"Stupid, is that so?"

Nan Ting scolded him with his head and face, as if he had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

Although Su Heng's strength startled him, so what? Still unqualified.

"Borrowing, mainly to borrow, not to your own strength, the same punch, you can use your strength to hit five times, but with your own strength alone, at most three times, and those two times are the key to the master's competition."

Nan Ting looked at Su Heng, looking like rotten wood that could not be carved.

Su Heng nodded, he didn't get angry because Nan Ting's tone was not good, or he lost his temper and turned his head before leaving.

He is not a child, so he can't afford to say a few heavy words.

What's more, strict teachers produce high apprentices.

Even if his real strength is higher than Nan Ting at the moment, he is still in the beginner stage in terms of boxing, especially borrowing strength.

Immediately, Su Heng put on a posture again and punched again.

This time, he was obviously a lot slower, but I don't know why, every time he punched, his body felt extremely awkward, and he unconsciously adjusted his posture, resulting in a punch, still only his own strength.

Even because of the borrowing force, he let his own punch not hit the state.

"Stupid, is that how you beat you?"

Su Heng frowned, and punched again, but he didn't expect that a punch would be worse than a punch.

Even the frame of his triad could not be maintained.

"I've never seen someone as stupid as you in my life, not as good as Dacheng."

Nan Ting continued to hit Su Heng on the side.

And Dacheng, looking at his nose and nose from the sidelines, looked like he hadn't heard anything.

However, it took him six full years from the beginning of his studies to the time he overcame his physical instincts to complete this punch.

Therefore, in his opinion, Nan Ting's request for Su Heng to learn it after watching it once is simply delusional, and it is impossible at all.

Even he felt that the stronger the strength of the body, the more accustomed he was, the more difficult it was to correct it, after all, he had already formed an instinct, just like a person who was suddenly frightened in an unconscious situation, he would tremble, and he would instinctively put it away if he accidentally pierced his hand when he sewed clothes, that is the instinct of the body, how can it be changed if it is changed?

"No, you're dumber than a pig."

This kung fu, Su Heng punched several more times, and the words in Nan Ting's mouth naturally became more and more ugly.

However, Su Heng looked unmoved, as if what Nan Ting said was not him.

"Forget it, even if you don't do it until next year, you won't be able to learn, I'll punch a few times next, you watch carefully."

Nan Ting seems to have been addicted to it enough, and vented all the grievances in his heart.

When Su Heng heard this, he immediately stopped and stood aside.

I saw Nan Ting walk to the middle of the courtyard and take off his shirt, revealing a figure that is not exaggerated.

"Look at it."

After Nan Ting finished speaking, his face suddenly became serious, and he did not stand still like Dacheng, but gently raised his foot and took a step.

When his feet fell, they were like a fallen leaf, light and fluttering, without a trace of strength.

But the moment his feet stepped on the ground, his legs shook obviously, and then his waist twisted slightly.

In Su Heng's feelings, it was as if a wave of heat rose from the ground, was triggered by Nan Ting, and then merged into his body, in his back, the big tendons connecting his arms flicked out, and his right hand hit like lightning, leaving an afterimage in mid-air.

A leaf lifted by the heat was just three feet from his fist.

But the moment his fist was still, the leaf silently turned into powder.

"Did you see it clearly? This is called borrowing. ”

Nan Ting was obviously very satisfied with his masterpiece, with his hands behind his back, looking at Su Heng with a high-ranking look, as if he was waiting to be worshipped.

"Can I do it again?"

Su Heng said with a frown.

(Chapter 4!) ）