Hit and fight.

Standing in the fairly spacious bluestone courtyard, Zeng Yihao closed his eyes and recalled Zeng Yihao's memories of this set of "King Kong Tiger Fist", and soon shook his head secretly.

King Kong Fuhu Fist has a total of fifteen moves, the predecessor has learned all the moves, but it is just learned, I memorized the moves, and I copied the tricks, but I didn't understand the fist intent at all, it was completely a show.

"Vajra should refer to the four protectors of Buddhism, Vajra, and the tiger refers to the king of the mountains and forests. King Kong Fuhu, pay attention to the courage and diligence, a force to reduce ten will, to be sharp and fierce to break ten thousand laws, there are quite high requirements for physical strength, and there are also extremely high requirements for willpower and fist strength. In the past, that kid's body was strong, but his surname was Gnein, and he was tolerant in case of trouble, how could he give full play to his fist intent?"

Zeng Yihao's mind soon came up with the relief of the Heavenly King Lux on a stone door in the underground palace of the famous Famen Temple that he had been to in his previous life.

At that time, he had already cultivated qigong and was more sensitive to changes in airflow, so he clearly felt that Wang Lishi's relief body seemed to exude an invisible and strange mysterious aura that day.

King Kong is proud, domineering, solemn and merciless, and strong and not to be blasphemed. And the tiger, the king of beasts in the mountains and forests, is not only as moving as the wind, but also lying like a king, and would rather die in battle than bow his head.

To be able to subdue the tiger, how majestic and domineering does it have to be?

"The momentum must be strong, the action must be fast, and the speed must be fierce!"

You are a dragon, and in front of King Kong, you have to coil like a little snake!

Seeing that his son chose a place in the courtyard and stood firmly, he closed his eyes and remained motionless, Zeng Qingwu raised his eyebrows, and was already displeased: "Hao'er, you won't forget, right?"

But Zeng Yihao is immersed in his own understanding, memories and self-hypnosis, ignoring his father's questioning.

Zeng Qingwu frowned, and was about to speak again, when he suddenly felt that the aura around his son's body seemed to have undergone subtle changes, although he was still standing quietly in place, his sturdy but still immature body had slowly exuded a faint, but indeed existing, stiff momentum!

"Impossible, right? Did I read it wrong?" Zeng Qingwu blinked subconsciously, and then continued to look at his son, but Zeng Yihao, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were sharp and deep, and his whole body began to move.

Splitting the mountain...... Vajra Pounding Pestle...... Nothing...... Straight to the Huangquan .......

As his son's figure suddenly rose, the kind of cold and rigid momentum that he exuded just now seemed to disappear, and Zeng Qingwu was relieved: "I'll just say, how can he do this step all at once? I was one of the best in the family back then, and it was rare to meet in a hundred years, but I only realized the superficial fist intent at the age of seventeen!"

After being relieved, Zeng Qingwu stared carefully, and soon nodded slightly, and his eyes showed approval again: "Although Hao'er is not high, her foundation is good, and her actions are all in place, but she is still a little stiff and dull when she changes her moves." ”

It's just that when Zeng Yihao quickly finished a set of "King Kong Fuhu Fist", Zeng Qingwu was about to shout, but he saw his son continue to practice, and the previous jerky and dull movements have gradually become mellow and comfortable with the change of body shape, although the speed has slowed down a little, but there is a faint strong momentum than the previous time.

"Huh? This ...... Is this fist intent?" Zeng Qingwu's eyes froze, and he thought that he had seen it wrong, so he stared at his son's every move carefully, and soon his eyes brightened, surprised and delighted.

Each set of punches has its own essence. To practice boxing is to practice this essence called boxing intent, and to use it in a timely manner to injure the enemy. And to practice boxing intent, you must first practice boxing, which is the momentum of punching.

The fist is also divided into five levels, such as the first glimpse, the entry, the small success, the big success, and the consummation, according to the strength of the fusion. Under normal circumstances, Xuantu can initially practice the boxing of the training at the age of ten, become a small person at the age of fifteen, and complete it at the age of twenty, and then comprehend his own fist intent. Zeng Qingwu realized the superficial fist intent when he was seventeen years old, and he was already a very rare genius, not to mention that Zeng Yihao was only fourteen years old now!

Zeng Qingwu has always regretted that in the past ten years, no matter how he demonstrates, his son has not been able to practice boxing, but he didn't expect that after some life and death, with some adventures, his son actually comprehended the boxing intent all of a sudden!

Although this strong fist intent is still in its infancy, after all, the son has successfully touched the door.

"Sure enough, Hao'er's surname has changed, and this boxing technique has also improved!" Zeng Qingwu was suddenly very relieved, and he didn't stop, and continued to watch, wondering how far his son could beat this set of punches.

Zeng Yihao is practicing the moves step by step at the moment, so that his soul can be familiar with the changes in the body and the sensations of various parts, and carefully experience the flow and influence of Xuan Qi in various parts of the body with the changes in moves and emotions.

The first and second times are just to familiarize themselves with the body and moves, and to be familiar with the operation lines and techniques of Xuan Qi in the body, and the third time is to further integrate and play.

When the third time began, Zeng Yihao began to imagine that Tang Haitao was standing in front of him, who had torn his face with himself, and was about to put himself to death, and a tragic and angry emotion suddenly slowly filled his entire chest.

He recalled the vajra relief aura he had felt in front of the stone gate of the underground palace in his previous life, and his speed increased rapidly, and the punches and kicks he punched gradually gave birth to a faint sound of bursting air due to the circulation of Xuan Qi in various parts of his body, and the hideous Tang Haitao in front of him quickly turned into a real fierce tiger.

"I'll fight! fight!

"Want to bite, hit!"

"Want to kick it!"

"I want to pounce!

It doesn't matter if you are a tiger or a cat, you can be convinced!

At first glance, the Xuan Qi, which was still relatively sluggish at the beginning, quickly became smooth in the relevant meridians and surged forward like a great river as the anger in the chest cavity erupted, stirring up the strong arms, Zeng Yihao could even faintly hear the raging blood roaring in the veins!

"Bang!" punched out, and the granite stone pier that Zeng Qingwu put in the yard in front of him to hone his son's ** was suddenly punched out by Zeng Yihao's faint fist, and two obvious cracks appeared on the edge of the fist.

"So fierce?!" Zeng Yihao was stunned.

In the past, Zeng Yihao could at most knock out a little surface debris of this granite, and the skin of the fist was not damaged. After Zeng Yihao crossed over, although the refining body was a little successful, he had measured his strength on the force tester in Tongbaofang, and knew that it was far beyond his peers, but the force tester was just a cold machine after all, and at this moment, he really saw the power of his punch.

If this punch hits a person's head, wouldn't it explode all at once?

"Okay! This slap is wonderful!" Zeng Qingwu on the side saw this, his eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, but because of his father's face, he did not praise it.

King Kong Fuhu Fist is to have a brave anger, the son may be inexperienced in changing moves and responding to battles, and the use of skills is also poor, but this fist intent is very consistent.

"Ha! We can be regarded as a good fighter now!" Zeng Yihao was stunned for a while, his spirits were greatly lifted, and he took advantage of his momentum to fight from the beginning again.

The first trick...... Second trick...... The third trick .......

It's just that Zeng Yihao only hit the fourth move, and the already smooth and thick Xuan Qi in his body suddenly had a feeling of emptiness and floating, and when he hit the eighth move, the blood was still boiling, and he was full of fighting spirit, but the relevant meridians in his body had begun to faint in pain, and he couldn't do it.

Zeng Yihao frowned, and then continued to play the ninth move, and the right arm he swung out suddenly slammed, tearing and exploding, the pores of his whole body twitched at this moment, and the muscles spasmed uncontrollably and strongly, and the Xuan Qi that had been transported to the shoulder blade retracted, and the five fingers that had been hit could no longer be brought together into a fist.

Zeng Yihao was shocked, and quickly stopped punching and instinctively withdrew his right hand to take a closer look.

"Do you think you can't fight anymore?" Zeng Qingwu's voice sounded behind him in time.

Zeng Yihao nodded hurriedly. His body has clearly been greatly strengthened in the third level of the Tongbaofang test, and it can be compared to the body of the Xuanshi level, how can this happen?

Zeng Qingwu smiled without worry: "Do you know that when my father was already in the middle stage of Xuanshi's cultivation, when he refined the "Tianshu Hundred Refining Gong" to the fifth level of Xiaocheng, how many moves could he beat this set of punches?"

How do I know this, I'm not a fortune teller! Zeng Yihao secretly slandered himself in his heart, but seeing that Zeng Qingwu was in a very good mood, he deliberately flattered: "The thirteenth move?"

"How can it be so powerful!" Zeng Qingwu smiled: "If I can make the thirteenth move, I won't be injured." After a pause, Zeng Qingwu looked at him gently: "At that time, I only beat this set of punches to the ninth move!"

That look and tone are clearly full of praise for Zeng Yihao.

"Huh?" Zeng Yihao was stunned.

When my father cultivated in the middle of the Xuanshi, he practiced to the fifth level of "Tianshu Hundred Exercises", and it stands to reason that he should be much stronger than a fifth-order Xuantu who is younger than himself, but he actually only beat the "King Kong Fuhu Fist" with fist intent to the ninth move, only one more move than himself?

Suddenly, Zeng Yihao's frustration and discouragement just now were swept away.

Seeing that his son had regained his self-confidence, Zeng Qingwu put his hands behind his back, his eyes were full of relief: "Hao'er, your Xuan Qi cultivation is too weak, so it will have an impact when you integrate your fist intent into boxing, and you will feel empty and powerless when you make the fourth move." And although your ** is slightly stronger, you can resist the blow of the ten successful martial artists of the Great Perfection of Xuanshi, but you are not a real Xuanshi after all, and it is not easy to play the eighth move. ”

"I really didn't expect that you would be able to comprehend the essence of this fist so quickly! Very good, this King Kong Tiger Fist is about courage and bravery. As for the moves, they are not very important, and you don't have to pay attention to the angles of their punches!"

Zeng Yihao suddenly pouted in his heart, secretly thinking that if he hadn't changed his soul, the surname of the previous owner would be able to tolerate and avoid in case of trouble, I am afraid that he would not be able to comprehend the essence of this fist for the rest of his life.

However, there is one point, Zeng Qingwu is not wrong, this set of punches should be brave and diligent, violent as thunder, and never give up if the enemy in front of him is subdued.

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