Wang Anfeng's fist kung fu has never fallen.

At the beginning of his martial arts is the Shaolin Temple of Shaolin Changquan, and then specialized in the cultivation of the Prajna palm, several years of diligent cultivation, in this fist palm attainments gradually tend to be profound, but from the Bo created the Tianlei boxing and ordinary boxing method is different.

This martial art is hardly considered a boxing technique.

Although there are also moves to break moves, the core concept is to punch the martial artist's refined thunder energy into the opponent's internal organs, gradually accumulate, and finally burst out the thunder energy of three punches, five punches, and even ten punches in one breath, from the inside out, destroying the opponent's defense.

The reason why this fist method is called the heavenly thunder is that it is taken from the legal principle that the heavenly thunder is vast, has been gaining momentum for a long time, and explodes in an instant.

In the February Festival, everything is shocked, the earthquake is thunder, and it is said that it is the stinging insects that are frightened and run away.

In the Bronze Man Alley, Wang Anfeng took up his feet and used the footwork he learned from Xue Qinshuang to bully himself, controlling the opponent's muscles and veins with his palm, and his right hand first withdrew his abdomen.

His eyes opened slightly, and there was a faint flash of thunder in his black pupils.

With a low drink in his mouth, a series of heavy punches smashed directly into the opponent's chest without any fancy sound.

The strength level of this opponent is more than three percent weaker than what Wang Anfeng originally dealt with.

Otherwise, he didn't use his internal force at this time, and he couldn't control his body at all, and a series of more than a dozen heavy punches smashed directly between the chest and abdomen of the man in yellow, and the thunder in his body was hearty, and all of them penetrated into it, and at the same time as the last punch was hit, Wang Anfeng withdrew and retreated.

The man in yellow almost subconsciously grabbed his hands and grabbed Wang Anfeng's arms.

It obviously has a lot of attainments in boxing, and his arms are swinging out, like two yellow snakes, faintly with a viscous feeling, but the movements in his hands have just begun, and he is stiff, losing his original law, but a little twisted and stiff, naturally he failed to do what he wanted, and did not catch Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng stepped back to five steps away from him and took a deep breath.

The palm of the right hand hangs low, between the five fingers, the last wisp of thunder flashes, and then when the opponent attacks and kills, the left hand rises sharply, the five fingers are opened, and the wrist of his right hand is grabbed.

At the same time, his left foot stepped forward, and his right fist took advantage of the momentum to smash out, neither light nor heavy, and landed right on his waist.

Although Mr. Win and the ancient Taoist people did not allow him to use his original martial arts, he just didn't need to use the strength of the moves, the experience was still there, and the instinct was still there.

The yellow-clothed man's body stiffened for a moment.

Wang Anfeng could almost hear the sound of muffled thunder, only between the man's chest and abdomen.

He was already extremely experienced in combat, so naturally he couldn't let go of this great opportunity, and the five fingers of his palm were opened, grabbing the opponent's neck, and his strength was slightly exhaled, shattering his throat bone. The originally vivid warrior instantly shattered, pouring out from Wang Anfeng's five fingers like fine sand.

A loud voice echoed in the Bronze Man Alley.

"Challenge the ...... of success"

Wang Anfeng's spirit relaxed, he exhaled a long breath, straightened up, and faintly noticed a little tiredness, although the results just now looked good, but the thunder energy in his body had been exhausted, and what he got was just a chance to win.

And an opponent of this level, in the past, under Wang Anfeng's palm, could not support thirty rounds at all, and the consumption would not be as great as it is now.

"In the final analysis, the level of Gang Lei Jin's cultivation is too low......

Wang Anfeng looked at his right hand, and his five fingers were slightly closed.

If the thunder power he unleashed just now was strong enough, then even a martial artist would definitely not be able to withstand the consequences of this tyrannical natural force exploding in his internal organs, and he would be seriously injured on the spot, instead of just being paralyzed by the blow and unable to move.

He came to the Bronze Man Alley this time, just to practice the Thunder Dao martial arts, at this time the Gang Thunder Energy in the body has been exhausted, and there is no benefit to staying any longer, so he simply turned around and left the Bronze Man Alley, and just walked out, but saw Yuan Ci standing outside the Bronze Man Alley, looking calm, it seems that he has been waiting for a long time.

Wang Anfeng was slightly startled in his heart, took two steps, and saluted forward.

Yuan Ci nodded, and then motioned for Wang Anfeng to follow him, and the two walked side by side for a while, and the monk spoke slowly, saying:

"How's it going?"

Wang Anfeng thought for a while and said:

"I can probably deal with an ordinary seven-rank martial artist."

"If the opponent is a little stronger, it will be difficult to say, if I can get close and hit the thunder into his body, I should be able to take it, but it is difficult in this process."

Yuan Ci bowed his head and smiled without saying a word.

After a while, Wang Anfeng said again:

"Master, if you are in the palm of your hand, can you contain foreign energy?"

"If you can use the palm of the Buddha to fight the enemy, and contain the thunder energy in it, you should be able to add a lot of changes."

There is another reason.

The core of the Heavenly Thunder Fist taught by Libo lies in the control changes of Lei Jin, and there is no peculiarity in terms of moves, let alone on a par with Prajna Palm.

Yuan Ci shouted a Buddha horn, stopped, looked at Wang Anfeng and said gently:

"Why not?"

"It's just that you have to do it yourself."

………………………………………

According to Hongluoyu, this is Wang Anfeng finding something to do for himself.

The most powerful and important thing in the world's martial arts is not the appearance of the moves, but the changes in internal strength hidden under a punch and a kick, or fierce, or feminine, all mixed together, to become this wonderful martial arts moves.

Even if it is a palm, the real core part is also the use of internal qi mixed with palm strength, if it is simply only based on the subtlety of the moves, the level of the whole set of martial arts will fall by more than half, from the first palm of Buddhism Zen Buddhism, into a set of exquisite palm martial arts.

And what Wang Anfeng plans to do now is to try to dismantle the original palm power technique that is matched by the palm and replace it with that set of Heavenly Thunder Fist.

"In the future, it's just called Heavenly Thunder."

Hongluo Yu floated in the air, bored to watch Wang Anfeng ponder the palm technique, Wang Anfeng's expression was very solemn, but the movements in his hands were not coherent at all, like a layman, a little stiff.

Raise your hand and step down, fluttering down with a palm, inconspicuous.

But then there was a thunderous sound like autumn thunder.

Hongluoyu shrunk his neck.

This kind of deceptive palm technique reminded him of some unpleasant memories, and he looked at Wang Anfeng like a beginner, disassembling that set of palm techniques one by one, and then tried to soften the thunder of the Heavenly Thunder Fist into it, and smashed his mouth.

He felt that this palm technique had a Shaolin flavor.

"So, it's better to see your mother and then look at your face with a thunderous palm......"

"Shaolin, thief bald, thief bald ass."

Hong Luoyu muttered in a low voice.

Wang Anfeng, who was practicing his palms below, didn't notice it, he was still engrossed in the martial arts under his hands, his right palm was split upwards, and the strength was contained, and after breaking the air, it was a dull thunder.

The Gang Lei Jin who had picked it up again was very happy to cultivate, as if he had been cultivating for a long time, and there was an extremely familiar feeling, and his progress was rising.

Wang Anfeng thought about it, but couldn't find any reason, he could only think that his cultivation had crossed the dragon gate and become the third grade, and it would be much easier to re-practice this set of thunder Dao kung fu prepared by Libo.

After all, this martial art was created by Libo himself for himself, and it is only natural that he can practice smoothly.

In short, a good thing.

In the third year of Daqin Dayuan, the twenty-first lunar month.

It snowed heavily.

Under Zhou Gang's almost tearful gaze, Wang Anfeng, who had lived in the inn for more than ten days, finally had enough of the baked cakes here and left.

When he came, he followed the Qingyang caravan, and he didn't even have a burden on his body, and he only carried a dead branch in his hand. Originally, he was still carrying a dead branch in the yard and throwing his sword twice, but in the past two days, he has been too lazy to touch the dead branch, and he has just locked himself in the door all day, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

Before leaving, Zhou Gang was quite enthusiastic and sent Wang Anfeng out of the inn directly. When he arrived at the door of the inn, the honest innkeeper also opened his mouth and said:

"My lord, it's snowing heavily today, why don't you stay longer?"

Wang Anfeng carried the withered branches, raised his eyes to look at the endless goose feather snow, looked at Zhou Gang with a smile, and said:

"Since you've been so graciously invited, it wouldn't hurt me to stay a few more days."

Zhou Gang's scalp was numb, he opened his mouth, and he couldn't speak, just laughed dryly.

Wang Anfeng didn't continue to be embarrassed, raised his eyes to look at the heavy snow, sighed, picked up the dead branch in his hand, and threw it on the ground, directly submerging into the snow, making a soft sound.

Zhou Gang's gaze subconsciously slid down the dead branch, and when he lifted it up again, there was no Wang Anfeng's figure in front of him, but a large area of northern snow went against the trend, as if swept by the wind, a little green shirt flew, like an eagle, rising to the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Gang stood in place, and the dry and cold Shuo Xue slapped on his face, like a knife.

His heart suddenly became colic, and he could slap a pig's big hand on his heart, but he still felt that he couldn't breathe.

He almost wanted to cry.

He originally thought that this master was a master who had just entered the seventh grade.

But in front of him, it is obvious that this person is half a head taller than he thought, and according to that age, it is not surprising that he will become a high-ranking third-grade master in the future.

But you actually let go of such a big pie?

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Zhou Gang raised his hand and slapped himself heavily, crying and mourning.

to make you greedy.

Call you stupid!

Such a big golden thigh, but I didn't even get a leg hair.

Zhou Gang walked inside in despair, not even remembering what the second little guy said, pushed open the house where Wang Anfeng lived, raised his eyes and glanced at it, and then his body stiffened for a moment.

"This, this is ......"

There was a splash on the wall, but only half of the scriptures were written.

It's really a big, big snow.

Almost wanting to envelop the entire world and the entire rivers and lakes, the four sides of the world are white, and they look much cleaner.

Wang Anfeng walked in the air, thousands of miles away.

Because the speed is a little fast, the black hair is flying and dancing behind the back, and it has been driving for several hours without stopping, the sky has gradually sunken, but the snow still has not stopped, looking at it in front of you, it is boundless, the mountains are winding like snakes, and in the distance, you can see the red dust lights, and the stars are lit.

Wang Anfeng exhaled a breath of white air.

"Forget the Immortal County, you're back......"

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