When Zhou Xiaoyu came over in a decent martial arts uniform, his voice became even more noisy, and everyone was waiting for him to deliver food.

It's a pity that there are too few people, and Sanyuan is just a joke, otherwise Brother Hua hasn't made a move for many years, and it must be very exciting to play.

Zhou Xiaoyu has never been used to having so many people watching, and he still has to fight under such conditions, which feels very inappropriate.

When he arrived in front of him, Du Bing patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, remember what I told you earlier." ”

Ren Yihua looked at Du Bing's expressions and words, and was basically sure: Don't say too much, if she can't see clearly when she is in Yingjiang Tower, at least she is already helping Zhou Xiaoyu very publicly. So the current situation is much more difficult for me, with Boss Du's explanation, Du Bing's intervention, and the pressure of Sanyuan on the other side...

Noticing Du Bing's demeanor towards this kid, Sanyuan faintly felt a sense of jealousy, and thought, to paraphrase this group of Chinese Yankees, another flower grows on cow?

"Give me something, be careful."

Du Bing saw that Zhou Xiaoyu brought over the folded old clothes with a gun and threw them on the floor casually, and there seemed to be the sound of hard objects hitting the ground inside?

Zhou Xiaoyu wanted to say that there was Jiaqi's mobile phone inside, but it was a little late.

Ren Yihua was a little impatient to wait, and moved a slightly faster pace to the middle of the field.

Wow –

The crowd scattered and spread out in circles outside the line.

Ren Yihua took a heavy step, flipped his fist, and stretched out half of his fist slightly on the yang side. This starting style is slightly similar to Miyamoto's karate, with the neck shrunk, the shoulders slightly raised, and the waist bowed, so that there is a bit of Western boxing.

"Yiquan...

After Zhou Xiaoyu saw Brother Hua's starting gesture appear, he did not immediately enter the venue to "return the gift", but just stood in a daze.

Du Bing said a little embarrassed: "What kind of punch do you care about him, enter the arena!" ”

Zhou Xiaoyu thought about it, but he still twisted his head a little stubbornly, and still stood motionless.

Grandpa once said that this way of boxing is mainly applicable, and boxing is a good boxing, but it was once very heavily criticized and was called hooligan boxing by some people in the circle. In the 40s, the North Peacetime was rampant, and Dacheng Boxing (Yiquan) was accused by many people of being pro-Japanese. With the support of the Japanese, it was able to develop a lot. Later during the Cultural Revolution, the situation was similar.

"Zhou Xiaoyu?" No matter how good Ren Yihua's temper was, he frowned and reminded him.

Zhou Xiaoyu said after hearing this: "Grandpa said a lot about Dachengquan, no matter what the real situation is. It is true that its two ascents were during two national catastrophes. I don't compete with you. ”

Ren Yihua finally blushed.

"You're so daring!"

Du Bing stepped forward and pushed his head with a palm and said: "The fist is a good fist, and there is no doubt that Mr. Wang Qianzhai is a master." You use legends to set up reality, and some people criticize punches, and you let the donkey kick in the head? ”

Zhou Xiaoyu was made very untempered by the boss, and when he thought about it, someone killed someone with a knife, it was a person who was killing people, and it didn't seem entirely fair to call it a "murder weapon" by putting the account on the head of the knife.

Thinking about it, Zhou Xiaoyu walked into the field.

Du Bing said again: "Apologize to Brother Hua." ”

"You're welcome!"

Ren Yihua shook his head and refused. At this time, it seems that Ren Yihua has been provoked.

Ren Yihua is humble and steady, even if he is unhappy, he may make a heavier move, but he will not really embarrass Zhou Xiaoyu.

What worries Du Bing is that after a short time together, she feels that Zhou Xiaoyu is sometimes very stubborn, and at this time, looking at his eyes and the fist of his starting hand, Du Bing can be sure that this little fish has completely forgotten the "true meaning" of this martial fight.

He wants to fight really, just like the last time he beat Haodong, he wants to defeat Yiquan, not Hua Ge.

Zhou Xiaoyu is not an aggressive guy, but he is never afraid of things, and he is young and emotional. This time, he really won't be a "little fish", not only fighting with Brother Hua, but also a contest between two boxing concepts and rules!

The posture slowly opened up, and Zhou Xiaoyu was wearing a decent martial arts uniform at this time, and his appearance was very different from before. He seemed to be loose and out of shape, but on his body, the feeling of depression before the tiger came out of the mountain had already permeated all around.

This is the meaning of meaning. Haw Par Meaning.

The suppression of the tiger seemed to make the onlookers feel it, so that everyone who was already outside the line unconsciously took a slight step back, which faintly strengthened everyone's expectations for this martial fight.

"Let's go." Du Bing's voice kicked off.

The previous atmosphere foreshadowing made people feel that this beginning was the beginning of that thunderous blow, and the big war would start at the first time, but the actual situation was not.

Zhou Xiaoyu's body leaned forward slightly, his back and shoulders contracted, and he always maintained the chilling tiger intent, giving people the feeling of rushing forward at any time, but he never moved.

Ren Yihua felt the full pressure, Zhou Xiaoyu did not move, and he did not move.

The battle of masters with similar strength may be like a storm, but it may also be just a confrontation, always maintaining the state of the mountain rain and the wind full of buildings, until one side admits defeat and does not strike a blow.

There are examples of this kind of war in the mouth of grandpa.

Wang Kenai said: "Fight, what are you doing in a daze." Brother Hua, put him down! ”

Except for a few of Brother Hua's subordinates who looked at each other with the help of this voice, no one paid attention to her.

Sanyuan was just looking for an opportunity to squint at Du Bing's beauty.

And Miyamoto seemed to have blended in, watching quietly, unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaoyu, who seemed to be inexperienced, had reached this point.

Invisible oppression, momentum of opposition, this is "sympathetic".

This kind of fighting is most likely to appear in the fight of the inner fist. Neijiaquan pays attention to "emptiness". Empty by yourself, so that the other party's potential into the body, so that the induction occurs, the inner family is to pay attention to the induction judgment, also called listening.

This was originally inconsistent with Zhou Xiaoyu's foreign purpose. But as grandpa said, after all, it is a human being, and if it is a human being, it will have some induction. His own tiger and leopard have appeared, but he can't pull the other party's next step, which is the gap in strength. It's like the other party's container, enough to fill yourself, and there's still left.

Aunt Sun said that if you say hello, you will leave the fight.

Although Yiquan combines a lot of practicality from outside, it has always been the foundation of the inner Xingyi, just because of some "criticism", it has never been recognized by Xingyimen, and it cannot be called Xingyiquan, but Yiquan. But in the end, it is the concept of the house that dominates. So far away, Ren Yihua was "leaving" at this time, so he didn't move.

The strangeness of this martial arts fight made Ren Yihua feel very weird, and he faintly felt that the rules were a little distorted and out of control.

Zhou Xiaoyu has a strong understanding, and he knows the gap between him and Ren Yihua. Kong Yu's specious concept was introduced, hoping to find a "new rule" in martial arts, and at the very least, it would become a rule confrontation, and he could not be under the rules of the other party.

But this move can't last long, competing for listening and sympathy, regardless of the number of families or cultivation, Zhou Xiaoyu has a big gap. His momentum tended to ease from cold, as if he was absorbed by Ren Yihua, an all-encompassing container.