Meng Ke looked at Pavilion Master Zhao expectantly.

"Okay, then let you see the Xingyi Fist as a teacher, you can see it clearly......"

"Thank you, Master!"

Meng Ke's eyes immediately widened, he held his breath and began to watch quietly.

Zhao De also stopped talking nonsense and began to practice the starting style of Xingyi Fist.

Different from the boxing techniques of later generations, Master Zhao's Xingyi boxing is not so ornamental, but some moves are a bit ugly.

But according to Meng Ke's half-year martial arts practice, the moves are all fierce and fierce killing moves, once they hit people, they will inevitably make the enemy hurt their muscles and bones, or even kill them directly.

After a set of Xingyi boxing exercises, Meng Ke watched it with relish.

"Master......"

Seeing Zhao De stop the drill, Meng Ke was a little reluctant to withdraw his gaze.

"Want to learn?"

Zhao De looked at Meng Ke's appearance and asked with a smile.

"Yes!" Meng Ke nodded.

"Hmph, how can it be so easy? Practicing boxing is the most taboo and greedy, first stand with your brothers and lay the foundation! ”

Master Zhao grimaced, reprimanded, turned around and walked out of the room.

"Yes!"

After receiving the old hunting king's warning, Meng Ke did not show the slightest dissatisfaction, and responded respectfully.

Zhao De saw that the child was so obedient, so he gave up the idea of continuing to reprimand.

This kid seems ordinary, but he is calm, maybe he can bring himself a lot of surprises.

On the martial arts training field, the practice of boxing, the standing pile of the standing pile, and the zama step of the zama step.

And the yellow-faced senior brother before was practicing boxing with a short and stocky man at the moment.

Although the man was a head shorter, he had a strong physique, dark skin, and at first glance, he knew that he was born as a coolie.

The yellow-faced man's kung fu didn't show much, but his face was relaxed, and he could intercept the black man's fist just right every time.

This is enough to show that the kung fu of the yellow-faced man is higher than that of the black man.

"Little junior brother, why don't you hurry up and join the ranks when you come? Senior Brother Xu, you go and teach him to stand on the pile! ”

The yellow-faced man punched out, and after the black man dodged in a flash, he said to Meng Ke on the side.

Senior Brother Xu came out in response, he was a strong man with five big and three thick, tall and mighty, and he looked quite temperamental.

"Second Senior Brother, don't worry, leave it to me!"

Senior Brother Xu grinned and walked to Meng Ke's side: "Little junior brother, my name is Xu Gong." Come, let's stand on the stake first! ”

"My name is Zhang Yantu, and I have Senior Brother Lao Xu."

Meng Ke saluted respectfully, and then followed Senior Brother Xu to stand in the middle of the field.

Xingyi Quan Foundation Pile Gong - Three-Body Pose!

As the most important and basic part of boxing, pile gong can be practiced for a lifetime.

Most of the famous boxing methods will have a set, which belongs to the inner spirit of their own boxing method, Wing Chun small thoughts, Tai Chi Chan old frame......

The general characteristic is that it is easy to learn and difficult to master.

As the most basic routine of Xingyi Boxing, almost everyone can do it, but there are very few people who can practice the essence.

This teaching is a day.

When the museum was about to close, Zhao De came out and showed his face.

"Wait, everyone! Today, you have a new junior and junior to join the martial arts hall......"

Master Zhao babbled for a long time, quite a bit of the demeanor of a later leader.

"Finally, let me ask you, what is Kung Fu?"

Zhao De looked at everyone and asked in a flat tone.

"It's over, Master is going to start again."

Beside Meng Ke, Senior Brother Xu shook his head and sighed.

"What?"

Listening to Zhao De's words, Meng Ke always felt a little familiar.

"This is a special performance by Master for a new junior disciple like you, enjoy it."

Senior Brother Zhao kindly reminded him, and then slowly retreated to the back of the team, and took care of himself.

The next moment, Zhao De asked and answered himself.

"Kung Fu is honed by time!"

He was calm and relaxed, and walked slowly to the wooden stake, and he didn't see how he was prepared, and in an instant, his punch hit the wooden stake straight like the wind.

Just listen to a muffled sound!

The wooden stake was smashed by him with a punch, and the sawdust flew up, but Zhao De was still calm, and slowly put away his fist behind his back.

"This punch, decades of kung fu!"

"Can you stop it?"

"Unstoppable! Unstoppable! ”

The few disciples standing at the front shook their heads very cooperatively, directly ignoring Zhao De's fist that had just turned red.

Zhao De took a deep breath and stood with his hands clutched, with his own bearing.

Meng Ke looked at this familiar scene and was directly dumbfounded.

Is this the norm in this day and age? ’

How good would it be if Master Zhao's surname was Huo? That is the generation of grandmasters who are truly famous for future generations.

"That's it! From now on, this courtyard will be up to you for the time being. ”

Zhou Mansion, in a side room, Steward Li took Meng Ke, who looked exhausted, to look at the house.

Outside the room, Brother Xun was holding a short-haired Xiaoru in his arms and probing his brain at the door.

"Big young master, let's go, Runtu has practiced boxing for a day, and he has no strength to fight with you."

Steward Li walked out, patted Brother Xun'er's little head and said.

"Okay. I'll come back to you tomorrow! ”

"Go, go, go!"

Brother Xun waved his arms reluctantly, and then left the side room with Ru in his arms.

The moment the door closed, Meng Ke, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of light appeared.

A tired and exhausted face was swept away.

Just kidding, how can a man with a plug-in be knocked down by exhaustion?

Diligence is good medicine!

Whenever he is exhausted, this passive skill is triggered, giving Meng Ke a Stamina of 0.01-0.1.

The cycle goes on and on, Meng Ke will only be tireless and stronger.

Then the music, the dance!

Tonight all night long, just to practice boxing.

Meng Ke seemed to have found the feeling of sprinting for the college entrance examination in 100 days again.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and slowly replayed the picture of Master Zhao practicing Xingyi Quan during the day.

Splitting, collapsing, drilling, cannon, horizontal.

Dragons, tigers, monkeys, horses, dragons, chickens, harriers, swallows, snakes, ducks, eagles, bears.

Five elements, twelve shapes.

This sitting is an hour.

An hour later, Meng Ke slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, there is an extra line of words on the system panel:

[Skill: Xingyi Fist: Remnant (Uninitiated): 2/100]

He stood up and pulled open the shelf in the same way as Zhao De.

Slump your waist, shrink your shoulders, and buckle your chest.

Start punching.

Xingyi boxing pays attention to rampage, momentum like a bamboo.

Meng Ke has just advanced, and what he needs is to work steadily and steadily, not overnight.

Split Fist, Cannon Fist, Dragon Fist, this is the only three-style fist he remembers completely, most of the others are incomplete.

So he only played these three forms.

It doesn't matter if you don't have the breathing method and the luck method, first familiarize yourself with the moves, and then he has his own plans.

After punching ten times, his proficiency increased by 10 points, and his punches and feet gradually became more flexible, and the whole person seemed to be in better condition.

He clenched his fists and began to stand on his stake.

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