Chapter VIII Concessions

Wang An raised his hand and touched his chin.

That Yang Zan looked at least one hundred and sixty or seventy pounds, and knocked him flying with one punch, this strength is indeed not small.

Tai Chi Jin is really extraordinary!

Then Yang Xianhua spent another half an hour explaining their Tai Chi steps.

Light, coherent and slow.

Wang An also saw that the word "harmony" could already be seen in Yang Xianhua's Taijiquan, and he was on a level higher than Yang Zan.

After Yang Xianhua's practice, everyone began to practice boxing, and Wang An wanted to ask a few questions, but the curator turned around and left the martial arts hall after answering a phone call.

He seemed to be busy, and this was the first time Wang An had seen the curator in these days.

When he asked Yang Zan for advice, he was mostly still that kind of ambiguous statement, which was all rhetoric on some boxing books, and Wang An could even memorize it.

The point is that what he said in some places is still wrong, there is no way, Wang An can only figure it out by himself, and then correct it through the prompts.

In this way, time flies, after continuous hard work, in less than a month, in the Tai Chi Martial Arts Hall, none of these students are Wang An's opponents.

Whether it's a fixed step or a live step,

It's like everyone is learning, there is such a student, in addition to listening carefully and thinking carefully in class, he will continue to strengthen practice after class.

The other students let themselves go after class, and the former naturally made rapid progress.

What's more, Wang An now has a strong theoretical knowledge, whether it is the ancient boxing books he got from the Internet, or the books related to Taijiquan that he bought at night, they all provide him with a very rich Taijiquan theory.

If you understand the truth and carry out targeted exercises in combination with the actual situation, the effect is naturally excellent, and the entry is naturally extremely fast.

Later, Wang An began to ask Yang Zan, a disciple of the Taijiquan gym, for more practical techniques.

There are even students who take the initiative to ask Wang An for Tai Chi teaching, and he does not hide his secrets, and he can answer questions and answer doubts, just like Li Juewen taught himself that day.

In fact, the process of teaching itself will also be strengthened.

Looking at people is like looking in the mirror, there are good places to learn, and seeing the mistakes of others, you can avoid them.

"You taught Liu Chong the techniques of Tai Chi. Tai Chi experience +5. ”

"You taught Gu Lichuan the skills of Tai Chi, and the Tai Chi experience is +3."

As the people who asked Wang An for advice became more and more in love, this made Yang Zan, who was in charge of teaching boxing, very surprised, and a little unable to sit still.

He specially proposed to give it a try with Wang An, saying that it was to test his Tai Chi practice level.

As soon as he got started, Wang An felt the difference between the other party and the students, and his strength was mellow and continuous, with a bit of endless taste like flowing water.

The force can be increased in an instant, and it can be violently rushed, but it can be retracted in a very short time, and it can be retracted and released freely.

Wang An was not in a hurry, so he quietly drew a circle.

Not only the arms are circled, but the weight is dull, hanging on the other party, the inner cavity is surging, and the muscles and bones are fluctuating in circles.

The waves of the sea, the great rivers, wave after wave, relax and conduct, sink and flow,

It is like a plumb sinker, and it is like a stream of mercury.

The two of them went from one hand to two hands, from fixed-step pushers to live-step pushers,

Yang Zan was more and more surprised.

"Good guy, has this guy only been practicing for less than two months? How do you feel like a veteran who has been practicing for several years! ”

"After practicing Tai Chi for so many years, and with so many people watching here, I may not be ashamed."

Yang Zan suddenly hooked with one hand and wanted to hook Wang An's arm aside, and the other palm popped out, wanting to knock Wang An down.

It is the famous Tai Chi single whip.

But he didn't expect Wang An to stand still with his feet, kick the soles of his feet lightly, his spine rubbed, and pop out vigorously, his arm shook, and instantly bounced away the palm that hooked him.

Then a one-handed fight and a progressive punch.

Progress moves and thrashes!

Pedaling, Yang Zan retreated for a walk, his face flushed, stunned, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

"Impossible, how could I lose?"

"Just now it was progress and moving blocks, this strength can't be wrong, it's Tai Chi strength, when did this kid learn it?!"

"Careless, it must be me!"

The trainees who were watching the battle from the sidelines were also stunned.

"I'll go, isn't it, he can actually win Teacher Yang."

"This kid is amazing!"

Wang An was also stunned, he didn't expect that he could actually use this trick to win Yang Zan.

Yang Zan was silent, his mind was a little messy, he had taught Tai Chi for so many years, and for the first time he was won by a student.

Wang An was still standing in place and was stunned, but he was realizing the feeling just now, the strength, just now, he felt that the strength in his body was smoothed out all of a sudden.

From the soles of the feet through the legs to the spine and arms, it goes out all at once, and it is very smooth.

"You just won Yang Zan in the Tai Chi pusher, and you realized the strength of Tai Chi."

Tai Chi XP +80.

"Awesome!" Some of the students couldn't help but admire.

"One more time!"

Wang An, who came back to his senses, looked at Yang Zan with an unnatural expression, and hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.

"Concession."

After all, he is a teacher who teaches Tai Chi, and the play just now made the other party very faceless.

"Come on, let's try again." Yang Zan tried hard to squeeze out a little smile and made a gesture of pushing hands.

This time, he was ready to show twelve points of spirit, ready to let these people see their own skills and regain face.

Unexpectedly, Wang An hurriedly waved his hand and returned to the ranks of students.

He doesn't want to feel uncomfortable, and if he pushes his hand again, if he is lucky enough to win, then Yang Zan Ke will not be able to get off the stage at all, and he doesn't want to lose.

Who wants to lose?

"Alas, if you go to practice with him again, I think you can still win him." A guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes came to Wang An and whispered.

This guy's name is Li Xinzhu, and he has been coming to the martial arts gym to learn boxing for nearly a month, two days later than Wang An, and he often practices pushing hands with Wang An on weekdays.

"Isn't it a big deal for you to watch the excitement? I think you can try it too. Wang An said with a smile.

"I can't, he's going to be even uglier when I go up." Li Xinzhu shook his head.

"Well, what do you mean?"

"Literally." Li Xinzhu said with a smile.

"I'm optimistic about you, your talent is almost comparable to mine." He grinned and patted Wang An on the shoulder.

"Your teeth are a little big, don't you leak when you brag?"

"Huh?!"

Wang An stopped talking to him, and continued to feel the strength just now.

Yang Zan in front saw that Wang An should not fight, and after saying two more words, he arranged for everyone to practice on their own, and then turned around and left, his face was not very good-looking.

"Be careful, you have made Yang Zan lose face, and he may retaliate against you." Seeing Yang Zan leaving, Li Xinzhu on the side reminded Wang An.