At a distance of seven or eight meters, you can smash the boxing pile with just one punch!

Not to mention the distance, all the wood of the fist pile is extremely strong, even if ordinary people hit it, it is impossible to break it in a few years, not to mention that it is seven or eight meters away.

With this punch, Jiang Chen was sure that this master's Tiger Fist would definitely be cultivated to an extremely high and profound realm.

This punch is both rigid and soft, and it is an extremely profound realm of boxing.

In a few decades, you can't touch this realm at all, but once you reach this realm, you can easily smash rocks, and you can easily shatter human bones with just one punch.

"It's so strong!"

"Mr. Zhang is getting stronger, and his boxing skills are getting better and better!"

"It is rumored that the elder's boxing method is an ancient boxing technique, although it is only incomplete, but after practice, the power should not be underestimated."

Many apprentices were amazed, and every time they saw the elder perform his fist technique, they could feel a deep shock.

"You start with the "evil tiger out of the hole". Zhang Zhen looked at the shock and surprise of the apprentices with satisfaction, and continued to smoke dry cigarettes.

"Those who haven't practiced a thousand times today are not allowed to leave! If you can't do it, don't come to me tomorrow. ”

"In my place, my rules are rules."

"There is no shortcut to practicing boxing, only by having no distractions, being down-to-earth, and persevering, can we gain something."

"When you start practicing Tiger Boxing, you have to soak your body in medicinal solution every day to nourish your qi and blood, so that practicing boxing will get twice the result with half the effort.

Zhang Zhen is notoriously harsh, but he is also one of the most popular martial arts masters.

As the saying goes, strict teachers produce high apprentices, and there is a certain truth in this.

"It's worth it!" Jiang Chen was full of expectations and began to recall Zhang Zhen's every move and practice boxing seriously.

After Jiang Chen's health increased, his own potential comprehension also improved a lot, and as soon as he closed his eyes at this moment, he kept recalling all the subtle movements of Zhang Zhen in his mind.

He began to try slowly, Jiang Chen followed the memory in his mind, took a step forward with his left foot, and then landed with his right foot in front of his left foot and turned into a right lunge, and the two fists followed the body from the chest to the head, the two fists were facing each other, and the body was leaning forward and reaching out with both fists.

This action is no different from the previous Zhang Zhen, what is missing is the momentum on Zhang Zhen's body.

Jiang Chen is not in a hurry, he has time, and after beating again, Jiang Chen's body sweats slightly.

"This Tiger Fist is so physically draining!" Jiang Chen was slightly surprised, not long after he started practicing boxing, his body reacted.

Jiang Chen was overjoyed in his heart, and rehearsed several times in succession. All this was seen in the eyes of Zhang Zhen, who was smoking dry cigarettes, and his cloudy eyes showed slight surprise.

But then he didn't care, that kid seemed to have a bit of talent, but he had too many thoughts, and he couldn't practice boxing without distractions, and his future achievements were limited.

Zhang Zhen shook his head, and stopped paying attention to Jiang Chen, for him, the martial arts master was just a place for him to make a living, and these apprentices were just apprentices, not real disciples.

They can practice the doorway, Zhang Zhen also has a glow on his face, if he can't see the results, he has nothing to lose, anyway, the monthly money is fixed.

Jiang Chen practiced boxing alone, over and over again, and soon his body began to sweat, and his body was wet with sweat.

As Zhang Zhen said, there is no shortcut to practicing boxing, you can only rely on your own persistence.

"What do you call this brother?" Just when Jiang Chen was practicing boxing seriously, a tall man, with a slightly pale face and a fluffy chin, who was about the same age as Jiang Chen, spoke.

"My name is Fang Zhu, you can call me Zhu Zi." The young man has a tiger head and a tiger brain, and his eyes are very bright.

"Jiang Chen!" Seeing this, Jiang Chen smiled in response, but didn't pay much attention to it.

Fang Zhu was good at observing words and feelings, and seeing that Jiang Chen was full of interest, he hurriedly whispered: "Is Brother Jiang practicing martial arts for the first time?" Brothers can know that martial arts training needs to be combined with medicinal herbs or pills, so as to minimize the wear and tear on the body. ”

"I see Brother Jiang's face red and red ears, sweat dripping, this is a sign of qi and blood deficit, you may need medicinal herbs to nourish qi and blood."

Seeing the interest in Jiang Chen's eyes, Fang Zhu smiled again and said, "It just so happens that I know a pharmacist from a herb shop, Jiang Chen, if you need medicinal materials, you can tell me." ”

"Don't worry, the medicinal herb shop has been inherited for a hundred years, and the shopkeeper is a pharmacist, absolutely genuine, and the child is not deceived."

"In that case, what medicinal herbs are there to nourish qi and blood." Jiang Chen's heart moved, although he could use attribute points to improve his martial arts realm, but this had great drawbacks to his body, and every time he improved his martial arts, his body felt very hungry, which was a bad signal.

If you can nourish your qi and blood before adding points, the loss of your body can be minimized.

"Of course, hundred-year-old ginseng, deer antlers, tiger bones, etc. all have these effects, but I still recommend that you take Zhuangsheng Soup, which is more mild and will not cause discomfort to the body."

"Zhuangju soup?" Jiang Chen's heart moved, and he suddenly had an idea.

"Dare to ask Brother Zhuzi, can you sell this strong body soup, what is the price?" Jiang Chen definitely tried the strong body soup in Fang Zhu's mouth, so that the next time he added points, his body would not be lost too much and cause hunger.

"The effect of the strong body soup refined by the pharmacist is three points stronger than that on the market, Jiang Chen, if you need it, you can say hello in advance, the price is easy to say."

"When the time comes, there will be Brother Lao Zhuzi!" Jiang Chen hugged his fists, he also wanted to try the effect of the strong body soup in the mouth of this square pillar.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Fang Zhu smiled and returned the salute with his fists in return.

"What are you two doing, don't you hurry up and practice boxing!" Zhang Zhen noticed the leisurely appearance of the two and scolded.

The two hurriedly continued to practice boxing, and this tiger boxing is about one word, fierce.

This coincided with Jiang Chen's thoughts, he had no distractions, and soon entered the state.

Every time he swung his fist, he poured out the strength of his whole body with all his strength, his strength was already strong, even if he didn't practice Tiger Fist, his power should not be underestimated.

He began to punch at the black stake, this time he practiced boxing, he did not run pure yang gong throughout the whole process, in Jiang Chen's opinion, only pure punching, can understand the true meaning of boxing.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

“……”

The dull and monotonous sound quietly sounded in the martial arts hall, but there were not only Jiang Chen in the entire square, but there were also many apprentices who practiced boxing, leg skills, palm skills, and knife skills.

Time passed like a white horse, and soon, the afterglow of the setting sun stained the corners of the sky red, and many apprentices packed up their things and prepared to go home after soaking the potion liquid.

There were only a few apprentices, still swinging their fists, Jiang Chen was one of them, his clothes had already been wet with sweat, and his face was pale, but he was still gritting his teeth and continuing.

"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven."

"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight."

"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."

"Two thousand." Jiang Chen thought silently in his heart, he had already swung his fist two thousand times!

"Click."

The stake caved into a faint fist print.