Li Lao's expression was sometimes solemn, sometimes puzzled, and finally said casually: "The killing fist was already very perfect when it was created, and there is nothing to change, you kid won't just mess around with a few moves, right?" ”

In order to create this kung fu, the whole army gathered more than 30 masters of national arts, studied it for several months, and finally deleted, deleted, reduced, and constantly experimented to kill boxing.

These more than 30 people are all masters, and their subordinates have countless lives.

After all, how can there be a simple person who can be active on the battlefield, if he is not ruthless, he will die long ago.

When the enemy meets, it is generally necessary to divide life and death within a few seconds, either you die or I die, and if this goes on for a long time, those who can survive are ruthless and masters.

Not to mention these masters of national arts, every time they go to the battlefield, they have to take down more than a dozen heads, and when they fight with a big knife, a pair of iron fists are invincible.

There were more than 30 of them, almost covering the mainstream sects at that time, and some were even the masters of one sect.

If it weren't for a military order, it would be difficult to gather so many people together, and in peacetime, no one would hand over all their family's tricks.

But in that war-torn era, everyone didn't think much about it, the order arrived, and the execution was.

More than 30 people stayed in a courtyard, discussed and discussed every day, and it took half a year to complete this set of killing boxing.

Ding Xiu is good, it's only been a few days, and he dares to say that he has added a trick to the original foundation, and the young man is not afraid to flash his tongue when he says big things.

But it's understandable to think about it, it's probably just a random trick.

Who wouldn't do this, the old lady of the park can do it.

"Old squad leader, no." Zhang Wei explained: "This move of Xiu Gejia is very powerful, which completely fits the style and essence of killing boxing, and our captain is full of praise. ”

"Such an evil sect, call to take a look?"

Zhang Wei set his eyes on Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu got up, clenched his fists and arched his hands: "There is something to do today, next time, don't disturb the seniors." ”

He came here to find someone to fight, the old man has no apprentice, he can't pull a seventy-eighty person to make a move, and it's not interesting to win.

Especially when he heard that the killing fist was not created by one person, he had no intention of staying.

Since you can't fight, it's no fun to stay any longer.

I just feel a little regretful, I regret that I was born in the wrong era, and I can't go into battle with those predecessors to kill the enemy.

"Ahh Zhang Wei was stunned.

He didn't understand why Ding Xiu was suddenly leaving.

"Gone, Lao Zhang."

Ding Xiu said a word, smiled and handed out a business card to the old man: "This is my phone number, if Old Li encounters any trouble in the future, you can come to me at any time." ”

"Huh." Li Mancang smiled, holding the business card between his fingers, and said meaningfully: "Then thank you." ”

Now he is even more sure that Ding Xiu's so-called creation of a move is completely.

I guess I'm afraid of revealing the stuffing, so I have to run.

After the two left, Li Mancang came to the eaves of the courtyard, lay on the recliner, touched the business card given by Ding Xiu in his hand, and threw it away.

"Smack!"

In the next second, the business card flew out and stuck deep into a small tree a few meters away, almost breaking the branch the thickness of the little thumb.

At the mouth of the alley, Zhang Wei lit a fire after getting into the car, and said to Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, why don't you stay longer, Li Lao is actually quite powerful." ”

Ding Xiu looked ahead, his eyes were deep: "He can't do it, he can't fight." ”

Zhang Wei couldn't cry or laugh: "You really want to fight with people, at such an old age, you are not afraid of playing well." ”

"But if it's just an ordinary exchange, it shouldn't be a big deal, Li Lao is a senior, and he has also practiced the eight poles, with his guidance, it is good for you, why did you say you left, it was not easy to find someone."

Ding Xiu shook his head slowly: "It's just that ordinary exchanges are not interesting, and he is not my opponent when he really moves, so he is too lazy to fight." ”

Zhang Wei looked sideways: "No, although Old Li is old, he will explode with all his strength, Brother Xiu, you may not be able to take him down in a short period of time, you have also seen the water tank in the yard, the old man's family is old, and his skills may not be old." ”

They all came down from the battlefield, Zhang Wei knew how terrifying this kind of person was, full of firepower, and he would have to divide life and death if he did it.

Because he has tried it with Ding Xiu, he knows more or less the details of Ding Xiu, and he is indeed powerful, so he has nothing to say.

But if you want to take down Li Lao in a short time, it is estimated that it will be enough, and if you are unlucky, you will overturn in the gutter.

Ding Xiu sighed and said: "You don't understand, if he wants to win, I have to work hard, just his body, a few more times, even if he wins, it will be a serious illness." ”

Only when the spirit and spirit are united can we play hard, and every blow is a consumption of the body.

When people get older, not only will their spirits malfunction, but their physical functions will also decline, and the so-called health and refining of qi will only delay this process.

Li Lao is old, and when he fights with himself, he can't win at all without strength, once he uses his strength, it consumes a lot of his body, and fighting a few more times will only forcibly squeeze the body's functions.

At his age, a fight is no more traumatic than an operation.

Ding Xiu was unwilling to do such a lack of morality.

As for Zhang Wei's guidance, he didn't take it to heart, it wasn't that he was conceited, in the Bajiquan area, the person who could guide him was probably not born yet.

"Alas, I'm afraid of being young." After sighing, Zhang Wei rolled his eyes and said: "Elder Li is not your opponent, why don't you teach me the eight poles, when I learn, I will fight with you, at my age, it should not be a problem to fight with you for ten or eight years." ”

Ding Xiu smiled: "You don't think about my kung fu for a day or two." ”

When he usually fights, he is learning Zhang Wei's fighting style, and Zhang Wei is not learning from him.

It's just that martial arts are not as good as modern fighting, and it is basically impossible to learn art by stealing teachers.

There is no one to guide you, and if you practice by yourself, you can train people to waste.

Even if you can practice a form of characters, you can't get started without God, and those mantras are passed down from generation to generation.

Driving the car, Zhang Wei was not a little embarrassed: "Harm, don't you want to make you play more comfortably, how about it, do you want to think about it?" ”

"Of course, if you are a master, I understand if it is inconvenient."

Ding Xiu touched his chin and said, "There is no taboo, our door is passed on to this generation, and I can teach whoever I want." ”

"If you really want to learn, I'll teach you, I have a crash course here, and I just want to use you for experiments."

Zhang Wei's eyes lit up: "This relationship is good, even if you try, don't treat me as a person." ”

It's really a bit difficult for him to start with Zama and learn step by step.

As far as he knows, those who practice martial arts, who are not three or five years of horse steps at the beginning, and then forge their bodies, practice moves, and dismantle moves, and a set of ten or eight years are considered fast.

It would be a fool not to practice a crash course.

"Alright, let's go straight back to the yard."

In the courtyard, Ding Xiu changed his clothes and began to teach Zhang Wei kung fu.

The same, first Zama step.

However, the Zama steps he taught were different from those taught by ordinary martial artists, and while teaching, he kept explaining.

"The meaning of the horse step is to be stable, a training for leg strength, in fact, it is more to let you understand your muscles and make your limbs coordinated."

"Riding a horse knows, zama step, is to be like riding a horse, five fingers grasp the ground, calf strength is tight, all the way to the thighs, waist, the spine is straight, and the fists are clenched...... How do you feel now? ”

"I want to punch it out."

"That's right, that's it, but it's not the time to punch yet, you have rich experience in martial arts, good physical fitness, and your own understanding of fighting, and you still have a chance to practice the strength of Baji as quickly as possible."

"Follow my tutorial slowly, it will also be good for your lumbar spine, you should treat it as a recuperation."

From this day on, every morning, noon and evening, Zhang Wei walked in the courtyard for an hour, and Ding Xiu taught him a set of Bajiquan practice methods.

In his spare time, Zhang Wei practiced in the courtyard.

After a week, there are already a few rudiments of Bajiquan.

After thoroughly familiarizing himself with the practice, Ding Xiu did not teach the fighting method, but taught killing boxing.

After practicing Baji and then practicing killing boxing, Zhang Wei seems to have a different feeling, his punches are smoother, and his understanding of some moves is more thorough.

The constant switching between killing boxing and Bajiquan practice has brought Zhang Wei's kung fu to a new level.

Seeing this, Ding Xiu began to teach the fighting style of Bajiquan, but it was not complete, but a few fragmented moves, which coincided with the Baji moves in Killing Boxing.

With the master Ding Xiu here, Zhang Wei's killing punch has advanced by leaps and bounds.

That's right, for Zhang Wei, the biggest improvement is not Bajiquan, but killing boxing.

He has just started Bajiquan, and he can't talk about being proficient, but he has practiced for many years before killing boxing, just because he doesn't understand the strength and the essence of Bajiquan, and his understanding of this kung fu has been stuck on the surface of the moves.

Now with Ding Xiu helping to shape up, constantly explaining Bajiquan, and teaching him how to fight, all of a sudden, he broke out.

was originally a master in the army, but now it belongs to the accumulation of thick and thin, and the progress is naturally rapid.

"Hah!"

On this day, in the courtyard, Ding Xiu fought with Zhang Wei again, his nose snorted lightly, Zhang Wei's feet stepped down heavily, and his fist suddenly blasted out.

The power of this punch was beyond his imagination, as if it could break the heavens and the earth, and it could do anything.

"Bang!"

Ding Xiu didn't dodge or dodge, but crossed his hands in front of his chest and took the punch head-on.

One punch that knocked him back two steps.

"Whew!" After being punched, Ding Xiu exhaled deeply and shook his arm, which was a little numb and tingling.

On the other side, after a punch was punched, Zhang Wei almost couldn't stand steadily, just like that, after a shudder, he couldn't do it.

It's not just physical exhaustion, it's more mental exhaustion.

"Is this the strength?" Zhang Wei was delighted: "If only I could keep doing this......"

He finally fought it, and the power was indeed extraordinary, so strong.

If this state can continue, he thinks that even Tyson will be beaten to death by him.

It's too fierce, the power of one punch has multiplied several times, a few more punches, who can stop this?

"You want to eat." Ding Xiu interrupted Zhang Wei's fantasy: "Look at your palm." ”

Zhang Wei turned his hand open, his rough palm was wet, and his hands were full of sweat.

Ding Xiu said: "Different kung fu has different ways to practice strength, but it is recognized that if you want to play strength, you must unite your spirit and spirit. ”

"You haven't found the trick now, it's just an accidental combination of spirit and spirit to hit this blow, if you want to enter the house, when you can play hard, you can play hard."

"But according to my inference, in terms of your physical and mental state, even if you are familiar with it, you can only fight three or four times at most in a short period of time."

Zhang Wei's situation is special, he is a retired special soldier, his fighting skills are great, he understands the body structure, and his physical fitness is also strong.

In order to let him be able to play the strength of Baji Boxing, Ding Xiu first let him take a horse step, cooperate with Baji's boxing and practice, and after he became familiar with it, he taught him the most suitable way to fight hard.

Relying on the previous foundation and foundation, as well as Ding Xiu's sparring who can make unscrupulous moves, in a short period of time, Zhang Wei really did it.

Ding Xiu's approach is actually a trick.

It's a bit like cramming teaching, he asks students to memorize what they want to test in the exam, and he also specializes in big questions.

can play hard for the first time, in addition to Ding Xiu's targeted cramming education and Zhang Wei's good foundation, the most important thing is that Ding Xiu fights with him every day.

Kung fu is not practiced, it is played.

Only by constantly fighting with people can we improve our kung fu.

Ding Xiu's kung fu is strong, and he learns from him, Zhang Wei doesn't have to keep his hands, every time he uses all his strength and fights without scruples, over time, his skills will naturally rise quickly, and it is a matter of time before he fights.

But then again, don't look at Zhang Wei's killing boxing, the power is turned upside down, but if he is not allowed to fight this set of punches, only using the fighting method of sanda, his attack power is actually the same.

"Only three or four times?" Zhang Wei smacked his tongue.

Three or four times, if he hit Tyson, it is estimated that it is a bit choking, and the timing is not good, or if he is dodged, it is estimated that he will still hit the street mostly.

Ding Xiu said lightly: "It's a lot, this is already the limit of ordinary martial arts practitioners, and further up, it is not something that ordinary people can achieve." ”

Tyson once said that martial arts is not only about the body, the physical strength accounts for only 15 percent, and the mental strength accounts for 85 percent.

The average person may be a little confused when they hear this.

But for those who are proficient in martial arts, the proportion of mental power in combat is indeed not small.

For those who practice martial arts, especially those who are vigorous, they have a deeper understanding of this sentence.

The unity of spirit and spirit can play hard, and the biggest consumption is not the strength of the body, but the spirit.

Three or four times in a short period of time is not the limit of people, it is the limit of people's spirit, and if there are more, we will overdraft the spirit.

Once the spirit is overdrawn, people will be sluggish, usually inattentive, easy to drowsy, in a daze, which is still good if you can't get up, and the impact on kung fu is greater.

The limbs are controlled by the brain, and if there is a problem with the brain, the coordination and aggression of the body will be greatly reduced.

"And how many times can you hit?" Zhang Wei asked his doubts, he wanted to know how big the gap between himself and Ding Xiu was.

"I don't know."

There were only three words to answer him.

Ding Xiu really didn't know how many shots he could play, because he hadn't tried it, and no one was worth his full shot.

The last time I went all out, it was when I was fighting against the Tartars on the border of the Ming Dynasty, between life and death, I can't remember how many times I used it, and in the end, I didn't bother to move my fingers, my eyes were closed, and then I woke up to this world.

Directly choked to death.

Exhausted and killed.

(End of chapter)