Looking at the dozens of iron rings on Zhao Zhiling's wrist, Huo Yunting's brows furrowed slightly.

Isn't this a little bit of a contempt for yourself?

As a large category, Hong Fist has countless branches, and Iron Wire Fist is one of them.

Hong Quan focuses on the bridge hand, and to put it bluntly, it is the strength training of the arm. And Iron Fist attaches more importance to this.

The iron ring at this wrist is specially used for practice, not for fighting.

Now that Zhao Zhiling is handcuffed to fight him, he can't understand it.

"Hum~"

Zama stepped, his arms stretched out and pushed forward suddenly, and the hoops collided and hissed.

Dingjin Bridge, homeopathic tiger roar, dragon chant punch.

Then he rushed forward, bent sideways, and punched out his fists.

One punch goes straight to the front door, and one punch goes straight to the crotch.

The tiger and crane double-line fist, and the arhat hits the bell.

Just by looking at this hand, you can know that this person is not practicing showmanship.

Huo Yunting perked up, and blocked up and down with his arms to bounce the two punches away.

As soon as the four arms touched, Huo Yunting sensed that something was wrong.

The strength of these two fists is not great, and they all rely on the weight and hardness of the iron ring to resist him, and Zhao Zhiling's own qi and blood power seems to be less.

His arms were shaken open, and Zhao Zhiling flipped sideways with the force of the rebound, and an iron arm was swept down from top to bottom.

Rising waves toss.

This punch was terrible, Huo Yunting opened his left hand and poked straight at the elbow socket of the iron arm to open it.

However, it was followed by another equally rounded iron arm.

Just when the four arms touched, the iron ring on one arm weighed two or three pounds, to say the least.

It's not good to hit your body with such a hard weight.

Lifting the leg and kicking, the suddenly raised instep was hitting the iron ring, and there was a buzz on the field for a while.

"Not only are the punches high, but the legs are also so strong?"

Lin Keming gasped as he watched.

If you are an outsider, you will only learn one kung fu in your life. If you can practice to a transparent state and realize a little essence, you can be called a master.

But how much more will this Huo Yunting have?

Others are greedy and can't chew too much, but looking at this kid's posture, although he is also greedy, others can digest it.

After this fight, Huo Yunting also noticed that Zhao Zhiling was far from being as full of blood as he seemed on the surface.

Old.

No wonder you have to put on these two iron rings, if you don't have the bonus of these two iron rings, I'm afraid the strength is insufficient.

Zhao Zhiling was also shocked, he didn't expect this kid to be so skilled.

With a flick of his arms, the ring roared, and the chain of single irrigation hammers smashed down again.

Without waiting for him to get close, Huo Yunting jumped in two stages with a flick leg, and the two insteps accurately hit the elbow socket to unload the force.

Taking advantage of the invisible parry of his hands and feet, he stepped forward and clenched his fist against his chest.

"Huh?"

Why not fight? If you don't hit me, you fight!

Zhao Zhiling was stunned for a moment, and then his two fists rushed straight into the opponent's chest, and Huo Yunting also exerted his strength at the same time.

"Jump!"

"Bang"

Two sounds, one large and one small. Huo Yunting and Zhao Zhiling retreated one after another.

It's just that Zhao Zhiling took a few steps back and stopped his strength, but Huo Yunting retreated eight or nine steps before he barely stood firm.

Zhao Zhiling, who watched it, was stunned.

He knows best how much strength he has left in his fists, and it is the limit to make this kid retreat two or three steps, where is it so powerful?

But then I realized that this kid was saving face for himself.

He is the president of the Hongquan Association, and he has thousands of disciples, and there are countless pairs of eyes watching, which makes him lose face, and it is not good for anyone.

When he came back to his senses, he was shocked by the internal force of the punch just now.

A breath of cold air was inhaled into the lobes of his lungs, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "What a strong internal strength!" ”

This kid has regained his strength, and the punch he hit is not as strong as the three percent of the blows he just resisted me.

Zhao Zhiling looked at him with palpitations, he was still so strong at a young age!

Now he kind of recognized Huo Yunting's name of martial arts. Such a talent was small in ancient times, and it had to be a legend of celebrities through the ages.

Huo Yunting put away his fists and got up, glanced around, and grinned, "Who else?" ”

The crowd was silent for a few seconds, and then quickly exploded.

"I'll go! What's the situation? Master Zhao lost? ”

"Wouldn't it? Isn't it a tie between the two? ”

"What do you mean by a strong internal strength? This guy named Huo Yunting can also do qigong? ”

"Wow, he can't be some kind of qigong master, right?"

Listening to the disturbing discussions around him, Zhao Zhiling shook his head slightly.

How can qigong, a fake and empty thing, be compared with internal strength.

The fist is afraid of being less strong. He lost the contest.

But this internal strength is not the light work of those liars who talk about what to defend things with qi.

Like Tai Chi's silk winding strength, Bruce Lee's inch fist, this is a kind of internal force.

If you are more specific, it is like a tensed spring, and the moment it pops open, the force must be the greatest.

If you can train that internal strength to this point, even in your heyday, I am afraid that it will be difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Remove the iron ring and put on his coat, "Little brother, dare to ask how old you are this year?" ”

“20。”

Only 20 years old?

“…… Hehehe, when I fought with my little brother today, I just felt that my sixty years of life were in vain. ”

Good guys, they are all 60 years old?

At this time, Huo Yunting was in awe.

At the age of sixty, he thought he was forty or fifty years old when he looked at his appearance, and it was not an exaggeration for him to call him an uncle.

I'd rather compete with a young man than with my skills, so it can be seen that he is also an old stubborn.

"Master Zhao, your kung fu, kid admires."

Zhao Zhiling waved his hand and asked what he was most concerned about.

"The starting hand is a collapse fist, those two blocks are Baguazhang, poking my elbow socket and a little bit of a foot poke, and the two consecutive kicks of the legs are like Tan Leg's kung fu, and the last one is hard to be a Jeet Kune Do - how much kung fu do you know?"

How much effort will it take? This has to be elaborated, but the sea is gone.

Some of the kung fu has been carried forward by later generations, and countless small branches have appeared.

There are also those who have attained enlightenment and take the essence of it and integrate it into their weapons.

Just like the eighth-level boxing, although it is a boxing method, there are also equipment.

For example, the big six-fold knife, the slippery big pole, the walker stick, the mandarin duck and the goose wing boring......

I don't know if what Master Zhao asked is a general approximation, and it still needs to be divided in detail.

Huo Yunting thought about it for a while and said, "I will do everything a little bit." ”

Good guys, that's crazy!

Someone poked Dong Zhihua sitting on the box, "Brother Dong, why don't you go up and try it?" Don't you know kung fu too? ”

Dong Zhihua's face darkened, and he couldn't wait to pick up a stick and poke this person's buttocks.

Who is Zhao Zhiling?

It's not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person in Hongquan, right?

How many rounds have people gone through under this Huo Yunting?

What is called a layman to see the liveliness, an insider to see the doorway.

In the eyes of this group of people who have never practiced martial arts, the two of them are even more open, and even Huo Yunting is even inferior.

But he, Dong Zhihua, is not.

He himself is the most famous Peking Opera short martial artist in modern times, although he cannot be said to have practiced real kung fu, but he can definitely get a glimpse of the door.

Huo Yunting's punch was clearly on his chest, but he didn't punch, and he was still waiting for Mr. Zhao's counterattack, which was obviously to save face for him.

Master Hongquan can't beat him, he is a Peking Opera martial artist, and he is more of a performance than a fight, so it's not asking for hardship when he goes up.

"Go to the side, one of the four little dragons in Xiangjiang hasn't spoken yet, what am I going to do."