Hu Qingchun opened his mouth and was speechless, not knowing what to say.

I said big brother, self-confidence is a good thing. But is it really okay to be confident like this?

The founder of boxing does not have a deep understanding of his own boxing method, but you, the first time you saw the iron arm fist, you dared to say such a big thing?

The two glanced at each other, and suddenly became less confident in Yang Yonghui's guidance in their hearts.

In fact, it is not surprising that at Yang Yonghui's age, he may have risen like a rocket in the martial arts realm by chance, reaching a height that ordinary people cannot reach. But when it comes to instructing others to cultivate, what is needed is a vast reserve of knowledge and rich personal experience. And both of these things require a lot of time to precipitate.

Being young, that's a disadvantage.

Yang Yonghui looked at the expressions on the faces of the two, and without much guesswork, he could roughly know what they thought.

"You don't believe me?"

"No, instructor, of course we believe you!" Hu Qingchun's tone sounded a little weak.

"Huh. Yang Yonghui smiled and did not argue.

This matter is still based on facts.

"Lao Hu, come, fight the iron arm fist just now. This time, you slow down a little bit and do what I say. ”

Hu Qingchun was suspicious, but he still re-established his posture according to what he said.

The first move, starting style: straight to the point!

All the martial arts in the martial arts world are connected one move at a time. Those who practice follow the order of the moves, from beginning to end, and the more times they practice, they will naturally become proficient and fluent, and they will run freely.

When it comes to playing against people, one move at a time, according to the actual situation, flexible application.

Hu Qingchun is not an enemy now, but a drill, so the order of the two moves is exactly the same, just like when he usually practiced alone.

But just halfway through the starting ceremony, Yang Yonghui next to him suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

"What?" Hu Qingchun kept his posture still, looking ignorant.

Yang Yonghui commanded: "Here you lower your left hand a little bit, then lower a little bit, yes! That's it, don't move! Then your right hand pushes it out a little bit...... Well, that's right, and don't lift your right foot, put it down, and be down-to-earth to be able to exert your strength......"

With Yang Yonghui's instructions, Hu Qingchun was like a doll with a thread, constantly changing positions with his hands and feet, and the whole person felt extremely awkward.

"Okay, that's it, you continue!" Finally, Yang Yonghui nodded in satisfaction.

"Uh~ Instructor Yang, how should I continue?" Hu Qingchun said embarrassedly.

Originally, there was a punch in the left hand, but now it has become diagonally downward, do I continue to move forward according to the original, or do I want to hit the ground downward?

The right hand was originally retracted, filling the gap left by the left hand punch and avoiding being taken advantage of by the enemy. But it was changed by Yang Yonghui to push it out, is it to continue to push out or to go back to protect the left rib?

And the feet, too.

The whole "straight to the point" has been changed by you, and I can't go back to the original, how can you tell me to continue?

"Oh, okay. Next, you ...... like this" Yang Yonghui scratched his head, and then explained casually.

How to swing the left hand, how to cooperate with the right hand, how to move the feet, how to exert force on the waist, etc.

It took a lot of effort to get to the point with the first move, and Hu Qingchun felt as if he had returned to the time when he first came into contact with martial arts.

"Well, that's the first move. Next, don't hit your original second move, but take the seventh move. ”

Yang Yonghui clapped his hands with satisfaction.

He only saw Hu Qingchun performing martial arts, and he didn't know the name of the move, so he had to replace it with numbers.

Meng Songshi, who was looking at the side in confusion, frowned directly.

Even the order of the moves is disrupted, what is this playing?

The person concerned, Hu Qingchun, didn't have the heart to think about this, he was busy following Yang Yonghui's instructions, and kept changing his hand and foot posture.

When Zhao Weilong brought the food back from the canteen with a thermos flask, Hu Qingchun finally finished a set of "iron arm fist * change".

"Brother Meng, what are they doing here?"

Meng Songshi frowned: "Instructor Yang is instructing Lao Hu to practice Iron Arm Boxing. ”

"Is this an 'Iron Arm Fist'? Why doesn't it look like it?" Zhao Weilong wondered.

They are all members of the same group, and they have seen each other's martial arts a lot, and they will inevitably learn from each other, and their understanding is not comparable to ordinary outsiders.

The corners of Meng Songshi's mouth twitched and stopped talking.

Don't talk about you, even if it's Lao Hu, I guess I don't recognize this set of boxing methods now.

This made Instructor Yang change......

"How about it, do you remember what I just said?" Yang Yonghui asked.

"Remember, maybe not all. Hu Qingchun couldn't complain, and was trying to recall and remember in his mind.

"Okay, you call it again and let me see. ”

Hu Qingchun nodded: "Okay." ”

He stood still for a moment, his face solemn, his mind constantly combing through his memories.

Then, the starting stance: get straight to the point!

Zhao Weilong watched from the side, his eyes widening and widening.

"This, this is the Iron Arm Fist?"

It can be seen that the unrecognizable iron arm fist that has been changed, Hu Qingchun is still a little jerky to use.

But the framework is still there after all, but some small details have been changed by Yang Yonghui, Hu Qingchun recalls while fighting, and Yang Yonghui is not reminding him on the side, it didn't take long for him to finally complete this set of boxing techniques.

"Huh?"

After the last action, Hu Qingchun was surprised in his heart, and he only felt a pleasant feeling, surging from the soles of his feet, then penetrating his whole body, and finally rushing straight to his brain.

It's a pity that this feeling is fleeting, and before he can savor it, it has disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on?"

Yang Yonghui opened his mouth and ordered: "Old Hu, you play this set of iron arm fists again from beginning to end, and you have mastered the moves." ”

Hu Qingchun nodded a little excitedly, didn't say much, and immediately started the stance.

Again!

This time, there is no need for Yang Yonghui to remind him again, Hu Qingchun seems to have suddenly opened his mind, and the details of various moves are extremely in place.

Just like the instinct of people to walk, when one foot is taken, the body is slightly tilted forward, and the other foot will follow in time, all movements are natural and do not need to be deliberately controlled.

Hu Qing also feels this way at the moment.

It seems that this set of iron arm fists, which has been practiced countless times and has long been familiar with the chest, should have been the way it is now. A punch was thrown, and the actions behind him instinctively followed, and he didn't need to bother to command at all, he just felt that his whole body was dripping with joy, and every pore was cheering happily, as if he had eaten ginseng fruit.

The more he played, the faster he moved, and the more proficient he became.

In the blink of an eye, Hu Qingchun practiced a new set of iron arm fists three times.

(End of chapter)