"Not bad, not bad." Wang An nodded, very content.

His first blow was the Tai Chi Spiral Power Technique, which he had already practiced quite proficiently, while the Zhi Jin had just mastered it and had not been repeatedly exercised, so it was good to be able to hit such a force.

In fact, this straightforward mana technique is also mentioned in Taijiquan, but he has not yet mastered the trick before that.

At this time, Li Xinzhu, who was practicing boxing, stopped, took a breath, wiped his sweat, drank a sip of water, and walked over when he saw Wang An in the corner.

"What do you think?" As he spoke, Li Xinzhu glanced at the number of the fist strength testing machine and was stunned for a moment.

"W-what's going on?"

"What's going on, numbers, you can't be illiterate, can you?"

"Nonsense, can I not know the number, I'm asking where this number came from, you typed it?"

"What do you say, how are you practicing?"

"Well, it's not bad, I think what you said is very reasonable, at first I practiced a hundred times a day, and then slowly increased it, and after three days, it was added to three hundred, and I practiced for another three days, and I played a set of punches over and over again, which is really enough!

Later, I gritted my teeth and persevered, feeling that the place that was not smooth suddenly became much smoother, and then I added it to five hundred. I'm playing a thousand times a day now.

The 3,000 times you said, it's hard, no, how are you going to fight it, with your feet or with your fists? Li Xinzhu pointed to the numbers on the fist strength testing machine.

"I can see that you are practicing seriously." Wang An diverted the topic.

"That's natural, or will you accompany me for two tricks?"

"Okay, come on!" Wang An was thinking about finding a sandbag to try this straight power technique, but he didn't expect this live target to be sent by himself.

Li Xinzhu put on a boxing fight, and then began to attack, punching fast and rushing, violent, typical hard punching and hard advance, as if a tiger was out of the cage.

Wang An is still a Tai Chi cloud hand, the method of unloading, Ren Li Xinzhu's fist is like a strong wind, he is light and light, and the opponent's attacks are easily taken and unloaded.

"It's this disgusting Tai Chi unloading again, can you change the way you play?" Li Xinzhu really can't do that with this Taijiquan.

"You just let go of the fight and use me like a sandbag for movement." Wang An said with a smile.

Li Xinzhu then punched, constantly attacking Wang An, that is, the collapse of the fist.

"Don't worry, you're too fast, first be steady and accurate!"

After practicing for a while, Li Xinzhu was out of breath.

"Stop, rest for a while." Hitting someone is more tiring than if he was boxing alone.

"You punch me again."

"Why?" Li Xinzhu was stunned.

"I'll try your strength."

After hearing this, Li Xinzhu set up his fist, "Be careful." ”

A punch collapsed, Wang An raised his hand to catch it, and at the same time that the fist fell on his palm, his arm retreated, and the force of the impact was transmitted down his arm and down his back, and he was unloaded into the ground along his thigh.

"You're still not right."

"What's wrong, will you still be straight?"

"Straight, straight, rushing, rigid, like a gun, the force rises from the feet, goes up over the waist, and then comes out through the arms, not a single force in a certain part, but an overall force."

Wang An said and punched, and he could hear a "whew".

"Are you really straight?" Li Xinzhu on the side was stunned when he saw this.

"Understand."

"You, how could you?"

"You taught me Xingyi Fist."

"I know this, but I haven't figured out this technique yet! Let's not talk about that, you can wait for a while. After Li Xinzhu finished speaking, he ran to the side and picked up a protective gear.

"Here, you punch, I'll feel it." He patted the protective gear.

"Okay, stand firm."

"Come on, no problem." Li Xinzhu spread his legs apart, made a lunge, and leaned forward.

Wang An stepped out in one step, breaking his fist and straightening up.

With a bang, Li Xinzhu's feet left the ground, and the person flew out upside down, banged on a sandbag, sat on the ground with a butt, and the person was stunned all of a sudden.

Wang An hurriedly stepped forward and held on to the swaying sandbag.

"Are you alright?"

Li Xinzhu was still in a state of enlightenment, and just now he felt a momentum rushing at once, as if he had been stabbed by a stake, and he was knocked away at once.

"You, have you really practiced straight?"

Well, Wang An nodded.

"How did you practice?"

"It's just practice, practice." Wang An said ambiguously.

"Then why didn't I practice it?"

"Maybe you haven't practiced enough, you haven't thought enough, and the time is not right."

"When the time is not right, practicing boxing is still mysterious."

Wang An pulled him up and made him stand up, then raised his hand to point out a dozen positions on him, drew a line, starting from the legs, along the waist to the back, and then over the shoulders to the arms.

"This is probably the route of the straight force, remember?"

"Remembered." Li Xinzhu nodded.

"You continue to practice, I'll go first." Wang An patted him on the shoulder, turned around and prepared to leave.

Just when he walked to the door, he saw a person rushing in in a hurry, this person Wang An had met in the Zhao Doctor's Hospital, and he was Li Xinzhu's senior brother.

He hurried in and glanced at it.

"Hsinchu, hurry up and change your clothes and go out with me." He shouted at Li Xinzhu, who was practicing boxing, and then called the name of another person, and the three of them left in a hurry, seemingly in a hurry.

Wang An didn't care, he walked out of the martial arts hall, pedaled his bicycle, and when he left, he saw a group of people coming to the banner and walking by, and saw a person's name on the banner - Yang Xianhua.

"Yo, what's going on, that's the one who's in trouble again?" Wang An turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Taiji Martial Arts Hall.

"A good martial arts hall doesn't have to be managed, it's a mess, hey!"

Wang An pedaled the car away, turned the corner and didn't go far to see a group of people surrounding a teenage girl, the girl was pushing a bicycle in a panic, and an old man was lying on the ground.

"What's the matter with you, kid, you don't have long eyes when you ride a bike? Look at the old man. ”

"What's the phone number of your parents, call them quickly."

The adults surrounding the children all looked fierce and vicious.

"I, I didn't mean to." The kid was visibly frightened.

"If you don't mean to, you can't do it!"

There were still people nearby watching the excitement, but no one helped.

Wang An glanced at the old man calling on the ground, and knew that there was a good chance that it was porcelain.

"The way of this world!" He thought for a moment, put his bike aside, and walked over to squeeze through the crowd gathered outside.

"Who, what squeeze?"

Wang An squeezed to the center and saw the old man lying on the ground, screaming on the ground, and one of his shoes flew off.