July Flowing Fire.

On the martial arts arena, I saw a sturdy young man with a height of 1.9 meters and a weight of at least 180 pounds.

Under the scorching sun, holding a nine-foot-long iron gun, he practiced the basic skills of marksmanship.

Stop, take, pierce!

One board and one eye, meticulous, the young man's demeanor is extremely serious, and every time he stabs out, he is engrossed and unreserved!

The young man was shirtless, and his skin was bronzed, like brass, reflecting a dark brown glow in the sun.

The young man did not wear a pigtail like other Qing dynasty people, but a hairstyle less than five millimeters long.

People who don't know will probably think that this young man is a monk in some temple.

This sturdy young man is none other than Yu Ke.

At this time, Yu Ke's body was covered with sweat, and the dripping sweat even wet his pants.

He bent down into a horse step, like standing on the ground, and every time he stabbed a big gun, the horse step would naturally evolve into a lunge.

The strength of Yu Ke's body seemed to be twisted into a rope, and this force was incredibly huge, rising from the ground and reaching the head of the gun.

With each stabbing blow, Yu Ke retains three points of strength, but even so, the spear head still turns into an afterimage quickly when it stabs out, and at the same time emits a low popping sound.

His blood was surging all over his body, constantly refining every inch of flesh and muscles on his body.

Every time he shoots, every pore on Yu Ke's body will gush out a lot of sweat mixed with waste in his body.

The spear in his hand weighed fifty pounds, but this weight was almost non-existent to Yu Ke.

Four years ago, when Yu Ke mastered the method of forging bones, he already had the power of a thousand catties.

All the apprentices in the Huo Family Martial Arts Hall, including the two senior brothers who had started forging bones early, were no longer his opponents.

Today, four years later, Yu Ke can even lift the nearly half-ton granite pier in the yard with one hand.

Even Horndy, who has grown up dirty, doesn't dare to say that he can beat him 100%.

Of course, if it was Horndi ten years ago, it would be easy to defeat Yu Ke.

But now that Horndy is nearly half a hundred years old, his qi and blood have begun to decline, and his strength is much worse than when he was young.

Relying on his divine power, Yu Ke has been able to hold on for dozens of rounds under the hands of Horndi, who has become a good man.

To be honest, Yu Ke couldn't figure out how he trained his strength compared to that of an ancient warrior.

He just practiced boxing and martial arts step by step every day to temper his body.

Practicing martial arts in the morning, studying medicine in the afternoon, and practicing the method of nourishing qi in the evening, the daily medicinal diet is indispensable.

Seven years as a day.

Naturally, he has this divine power.

Maybe it's just like this almost unforgettable brain, his golden finger, right?

Seven years have passed. Yu Ke is also seventeen years old.

But judging from his appearance alone, it is estimated that no one will regard him as a seventeen-year-old boy.

It's not that Yu Ke looks ugly, or how old he is.

It's because Yu Ke is so strong, comparable to Yujiro's kind.

Just going to that station can scare a child into nightmares for three days in a row.

Ordinary poor people stood before him, only to his chest.

Yu Ke stared at the tip of the spear with blazing eyes, and suddenly the spear was retracted, the muzzle of the gun was flipped, and he played a set of marksmanship on the martial arts field.

Overlord Gun!

Although the name of this set of marksmanship is domineering, it is not an esoteric marksmanship, and it has nothing to do with the overlord who killed himself in Wujiang, it is just a set of ordinary weapons and kung fu.

In addition to the basic essentials of marksmanship, blocking, taking, and piercing, there are also some basic moves such as collapse, pointing, piercing, splitting, circle, picking, and dialing, which are not systematic.

In addition, it is the old-fashioned marksmanship routine of the nine styles: Jiaolong goes to sea, pulls out mountains and rivers, returns to the horse pistol, and so on.

These routines are applied to fists, swords, or other weapons, and may have been used in other weapons.

But even the worst street exercises, as long as they are practiced to the depths of the essence, they can also have extraordinary power.

Yu Ke exhaled a breath of turbidity, put down the big gun, calmed down his qi and blood, and walked to the corner of the courtyard martial arts arena.

In the corner of the courtyard there was a large vat of clean water, which had been drawn from the well this morning.

Picking up the water ladle and pouring several large scoops of sweet water in a row, I finally quenched my thirst.

Yu Ke took a towel from the shelf on the side, put it on his shoulder, lifted the barrel and walked to the backyard.

When passing by the martial arts arena in the front yard, several gym apprentices saw him and immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Senior Brother Yu."

Yu Ke nodded in response, and kept coming to the well in the backyard, throwing the wooden bucket into the well, bringing up a bucket of cool well water, and pouring it head-on.

"Happy."

Wipe his body clean with a towel, Yu Ke put on a burlap coat and walked to the front yard.

It was close to noon, and most of the apprentices had already left the gym, and only a few or three were still practicing.

"Master."

Compared with seven years ago, Horndy has a lot more gray hair and a lot of weight in his body, but he is still very energetic.

In fact, it stands to reason that people who practice martial arts, especially those who practice internal martial arts, should live longer than ordinary people.

Horndy is not yet old enough to know the destiny of heaven, and he should not have gray hair.

But Horndy is not only an internal boxer, but also a gym owner who opened a gym and accepted apprentices and became well-known in Tianjin.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

Over the years, almost every month, there have been Jianghu guests and Jianglong who come to the door to kick the gym.

As the owner of one of the nineteen gyms in Jinmen, no matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, he has to deal with it.

No, the boxing gym sign will be smashed!

Among these opponents, some of them are only second- and third-rate boxers in the realm of forging bones, and some of them are boxing masters who have understood their internal strength and cultivated their visceral realm.

People have misses, horses have stumbled.

For those who practice martial arts, winning or losing is a common thing.

After all these years of fighting people, it is naturally impossible for Horndy not to have suffered any injuries.

External injuries are good to treat, but internal injuries are difficult to heal. These internal injuries accumulated, and over time, Horndi's body naturally got worse and worse.

Although he was injured in the ring, Horndy couldn't leak the bottom.

Just like Ding Lianshan's sentence in "The Grandmaster":

There are people in one door who are faces, and there are people who are insiders. The face can't be a little dusty, and if it bleeds, the inside has to be collected. If you can't take it, it's a major event to destroy the faction and destroy the door.

Huojia Boxing Gym is not as good as Tongbei, Xingyi, and Bagua.

There are only two or three true heirs in a generation, and there is no difference between face and son.

So Horndi is both a face and a lining, and he can't lose.

Once lost, the signboard of the Huo Family Boxing Gym will be smashed.

"Kezhi," Horndy looked faint and handed over a piece of red paper. "A boxer from the southern Hongjiaquan just came and handed over a battle post."

"Three days later, the entrance of the vegetable market was swinging, and there was a lot of noise. This is a dragon crossing the river. ”

Yu Ke opened the post and sneered: "Is this a soft persimmon pinching of our Huo family's fist?" ”

"Master, I'll come, it just so happens that I have only been forging my bones for the past two days, and I need to loosen my muscles and bones."