Wang Dashun Zhenren has been thinking about how to heal him since he learned that Qian Quan broke Igarashi Yuki's arm at the risk of injury after injury on injury in order to fulfill his wish.

Let's not talk about the dragon spirit and tiger fierce wine, it was originally a backup.

He now wants to refine a more efficient method of self-recuperation and recovery for Qian Quan's injuries.

"Wudang Small Cycle Gong" has this effect, but this set of Jinggong requires accumulated cultivation to slowly take effect.

Its promotion and repair of people is systematic, holistic, fast, and urgent.

Unless Qian Quan can practice this set of kung fu to perfection at once.

But how is that possible, I have practiced for decades before I can barely practice kung fu at home, and I still dare not say the word perfection.

Therefore, he spent several days condensing and refining all the healing methods and techniques he had mastered, cutting down the complicated and simplifying, and formed a set of simple and suitable new methods of "pranayama and qi induction".

Paired with "Small Circulation Gong", insisting on practicing every day can greatly improve the recovery time.

Maybe in just a year and a half, Qian Quan will be able to stand in front of the world again.

With this mood, Wang Zhenren and Zhang Xianger came to Haishi University to visit Qian Quan.

However......

When he took the pulse of Qian Quan, there was a feeling that he had witnessed a miracle.

Qian Quan's pulse is neither sinking nor buoying, neither big nor small, the rhythm is slow, fluent and strong, how can there be any signs of injury?

Looking at his complexion again, he is full of energy, full of energy, his eyes are warm and crystalline, why is there any sign of lingering internal injuries?

"Didn't the real person make a mistake, I really recovered?" Qian Quan himself wants to confirm it from a professional point of view.

"In terms of pulse, there is indeed no major problem, how do you feel?" Wang Zhenren began to doubt his medical skills.

"Feeling...... It's good, refreshed, and you can continue to beat little Japan. ”

"Really, you?"

Zhang Xianger put aside and endured it for a long time, he desperately hoped that Qian Quan could be restored as soon as possible, but-

He saw with his own eyes that Igarashi Yuki used the strength of nursing to tap that finger on his chest, how long has it been, you say that you are healed?

"If you don't believe me, we've done it?" Qian Quan said with a smile.

"That's exactly what I wanted!" Zhang Xianger was anxious to verify the truth in Qian Quan's words, and immediately agreed, "However, I won't fight with you, try a wave of pushers, and you can see the difference." ”

"Yes." Qian Quan agreed.

As the two spoke, they immediately set up a formation, slowly stretched out their right hands, and put them together as if they were touching.

"It's coming." Zhang Xianger reminded.

The voice fell, and began to exert force.

Then he found that the strength of his push forward was empty, and it could not be used in the hands of Qian Quan at all, like a mud cow entering the sea.

Immediately afterward, he noticed a soft energy that brought his arm down, and when he was ready to exert his strength, the other party pushed his arm to the side and took his arm away again.

After only two rounds of secret competition, Qian Quan has already held the initiative in his hands.

The problem is that they are playing Tai Chi pushers, which is their main talent.

Even if he was worried about Qian Quan's injury at the beginning and took the initiative to remind him, it shouldn't be this trend.

Under the frustration, Zhang Xianger's competitive spirit was stimulated, his body turned slightly, the center moved downward, and his arm suddenly strengthened, fighting with strength and money power.

Qian Quan's arm stopped, neither losing nor topping, neither loose nor tight, and stalemate with him.

Zhang Xianger turned passivity into initiative and began to attack, but as long as he entered, Qian Quan maintained a relative balance with the same frequency and strength, and did not compete with him head-on.

As a result, he never found a point of power, as if he was fighting a tumbler who could move.

Zhang Xianger moved his horse and changed his body.

Qian Quan followed the movement and changed his body.

still maintains the same strength, amplitude and frequency as Zhang Xianger.

From a distance, the two of them don't look like they're pushing hands, but like they're dancing a very new dance.

The more Zhang Xianger pushed, the more frightened he became, firstly, he was surprised that Qian Quan's state really didn't look like he was injured;

The second is to be surprised that the other party's feeling and mastery of strength has been wonderful, and subtle changes cannot escape

His perception.

Therefore, no matter how hard he exerts and retracts, he can always keep up.

Judging from this alone, I have fallen behind.

At this moment, an old, rough, wrinkled big hand silently pressed the hands of the two people, pressed and squeezed and flicked, and pushed Zhang Xianger away.

The old Taoist priest Wang Dashun personally tried his hand on money power.

Qian Quan squatted slightly, his feet were firmly planted on the horse, and he no longer performed footwork, turning into a real tumbler.

The old Taoist priest smiled naturally, his hands and Qian Quan's hands were staggered, like a hug, you come and go.

The bodies of the two people swayed around like two strong grasses swaying in the wind.

No one can push anyone down, and no one can suppress anyone.

Zhang Xianger was stunned.

What grade do you have with Qian Quan, and you dare to be as good as your master in the same way as your master?

Wang Dashun and Qian Quan pushed and shoved for a long time, but no one could win anyone.

"Hahaha, Qian Quan Xiaoyou, how about we tie?"

The old Taoist priest was in a very good mood and laughed heartily.

"That's exactly what I mean." Money power.

The two of them stopped.

"Tell me, how did all this happen?" The old Taoist priest asked curiously.

"I drink tea every day, practice non-stop, and communicate with my father when I encounter difficulties.

Unexpectedly, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in my mind today, and it seemed that a nameless breath poured out from somewhere in my body, running through my body, and the soreness and tiredness on my body were swept away.

"I just feel that my breathing is brisk, and my whole body is at ease, and the problem of my injury is solved."

"The scientific name is 'innate qi'." The old Taoist priest listened to Qian Quan's narration, his eyes shining, "I now understand why you are so young, but you have practiced kung fu to such a perfect level."

"This kind of talent and understanding, even I have seen no more than two in my life."

"Master, is it me who you are talking about?" Zhang Xianger asked with a needle.

"No, it's not."

"Understood." Zhang Xianger was lost.

"Since Qian Quan Xiaoyou, you have recovered, and I won't stay here for long, so I will return to Wudang." The old Taoist priest said simply.

"It's all here, let's have a meal and then leave." Qian Quan said busily.

"No need, it's best to be light and simple when interacting with people, and if it's not necessary, don't add trouble."

The old Taoist priest's tone was free and easy, and he said that he would leave, and he didn't mention the carefully prepared healing strategy.

Zhang Xianger remembered something, and asked Qian Quan before leaving: "The second brother, the Sino-Japanese martial arts competition?" ”

"I'll participate." Money power.

"Well," Zhang Xianger bowed his head happily, "give them a little more shock of Chinese martial arts." ”

Qian Quan smiled and waved.

"What do you think?"

On the way to the station by car, Wang Dashun asked Zhang Xianger.

"Money power?"

"Hmm."

Zhang Xianger pondered for a moment and said, "It's not bad." ”

Wang Dashun smiled slightly and said, "The teacher just lied." ”

"What?"

"I said that he has such a talent, I have seen no more than two in my life, in fact, it is a play on words, I have lived for more than a hundred years, like his kind of demon, I have never seen a second one!"

"Huh?" Zhang Xianger was shocked by the master's foul language.

""Wudang Small Cycle Gong" was practiced in less than two months, even if you have the skills of Wing Chun, it is too contrary to common sense.

"I'll tell you the truth, the reason why I want to go back to Wudang as soon as possible is not because the friendship between any gentlemen is as light as water, but because being with him hurts my self-esteem too much!

"It's both exciting and exciting, but also hurts my self-esteem."

"Master......" Zhang Xianger sighed lightly, "I understand your feelings." ”

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