Chapter 88 Practice Park

There was a slight commotion in the team, and then a young man with slightly yellow hair and some casual frivolity between his eyebrows stood up, his expression was slightly restrained, and he said, "Coach, it's me." ”

The coach nodded, "Good, one of you is late, and the other is laughing in the team in defiance of discipline." Both of them started because of one thing, so the two of you can have a fight, the winner returns to the team, and the loser goes to the penalty pile. ”

Mu Chen raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes. Although it doesn't matter if you don't stand on this penalty pile, it's better not to stand on it.

And the frivolous young man showed a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes. Unexpectedly, just one more sentence, he was picked up by the coach and slipped out, and there was also the danger of standing on the penalty pile, so he was naturally reluctant.

"Alright, let's get started!" the coach took in the expressions of the two, smiled slightly, and then shouted.

Mu Chen and the young man fought against each other, hugging each other's fists.

"Mu Ren Jiu, I've given a lesson!"

"Fang Hui!"

The two saluted each other, and the rest of the class also showed a posture of watching a good show. Those who can enter the elite class are not weak. And those who can enter the elite class of the East Academy are all good players who can fight, so it must be a wonderful showdown.

Call!

After hugging each other's fists to sign up, Mu Chen couldn't hold back for a long time, and took a step forward and used his arm as a wheel, like a sharp side knife, and smashed towards Fang Hui brutally. Violence is very!

"Split the palm!" The coach on the side saw Mu Chen's hand, and his eyes lit up slightly.

When Fang Hui saw Mu Chen's swift blow, he suddenly chose not to touch it hard, retreated three points with one foot, shifted his center of gravity back slightly, and then stretched out his hands to make a fist, and pushed it forward flat, as if there was a grinding plate on his chest.

"Rolling Stone Fist. ”

Bang Bang Bang!

As soon as the two came into contact, there were repeated explosions in the air, but it was like Mu Chen was crazy, and his hands were like wheels slashing out repeatedly, like two big windmills, constantly rotating and cutting Fang Hui's fist. In just a few breaths, the two of them didn't know how many times they had faced each other, they could only see Mu Chen approaching step by step, while Fang Hui was retreating step by step. Which is better and which is inferior, you can see it at a glance.

There was an uproar outside the field, but I didn't expect that the contact between the two sides would be about to end. On the one hand, he admired Mu Chen's ferocity, but on the other hand, he secretly wondered in his heart what if he faced this Mu Chen's fists and feet.

Since the last exchange transfusion acclimatization period has passed. Mu Chen had already cultivated the secret method of changing the marrow for ten days, although he had not yet reached the realm of ninety-nine eighty-one days. But it's also a real marrow changer.

And this yellow-haired Fang Hui seems to be just a martial artist who has refined bones, and he hasn't even started to practice the blood exchange method, how can he be Mu Chen's opponent?

This Fang Hui also seemed to know that his defeat was decided, a resolute flash flashed in his eyes, and then his fist changed, his hands were hooked, turning into snake hands, like two poisonous snakes, biting towards Chen Shuo's ribs, and he actually wanted to break through Mu Chen's fierce pursuit and death, and staged a desperate counterattack!

But how could Mu Chen let him get his wish? As soon as his left hand was raised and his right hand was pressed, he directly swung away the hands of this Fang Hui, revealing the empty door, and then Mu Chen closed his hands and hit this Fang Hui's chest, knocking him back a few steps, and closing his momentum.

Wins and losses, divided.

Fang Hui pressed his chest and walked back. Mu Chen didn't make a dead hand just now, he just repelled it, otherwise if he hit it with all his strength, he would at least break a few of his ribs.

It's just that looking at Fang Hui's appearance doesn't seem to appreciate it. Thinking that he was about to stand for an hour, his face turned slightly pale, and he glanced at Mu Chen fiercely.

"The two of them, Mu Renjiu used a first-class playing style, splitting and hanging palms. And Fang Hui used a second-rate boxing method, Rolling Stone Fist, and then transformed into Xingyi Snake Fist, which he didn't seem to have mastered yet - although Xingyi Fist is a top-level boxing method, but a single form can only be called a first-class boxing technique. What's more, Fang Hui's painting of the tiger is not an anti-dog, it is not a snake but a soft reed grass, and it was directly opened by the wooden man Jiudang and gave him a blow to Dingding. ”

The coach walked in front of the group, but first explained their direct battle just now.

"Mu Renjiu's splitting palm is obviously deeply immersed, and his own temperament is also very consistent with the big opening of the splitting palm, and the sharp rise and fall are very consistent. Mu Ren Jiu, the four-way set of fists that split the palm, how many ways have you comprehended now?"

Mu Chen was shocked, he didn't expect this coach to be so familiar with splitting palms, but he said modestly: "I just realized the second way Qinglong." ”

The coach nodded, then turned his head to look at Fang Hui again, "How much do you understand the Rolling Stone Fist?"

Fang Hui's face showed a hint of astringency: "Sixty percent." ”

The coach was expressionless. "A set of second-rate boxing techniques, only to comprehend sixty percent. Don't say anything else, it's your choice if you want to learn Xingyi. But when you are fighting, it is simply stupid to take out the Xingyi Snake Fist that you have comprehended that you owe a single point to the enemy!"

"Rolling stone boxing, pay attention to an endless, one ring after another, interlocking, a punch is stronger than a punch, take the meaning of the boulder rolling. Crushed all the way, like a bamboo. But you were shocked by Mu Renjiu's momentum at the first time, and retreated all the way, the Rolling Stone Fist became an inverted Stone Fist, just ask your stone to roll towards you, who do you want to hit?"

"Moreover, after the last battle, you saw that you were invincible, and you wanted to fight back with the half-pure and unfamiliar Xingyi Snake Fist, but in fact, it only accelerated your defeat!"

"If you can play steadily, steady your footwork, and advance step by step, maybe you can still compete with Mu Ren Jiu, and you can hold on for a while at worst. But you are stupid enough to take out the snake fist you have just mastered, and you are just killing yourself. ”

The coach turned his head and said loudly to all the students in the elite class: "This time there are three highlights in this competition! The second is that the wooden people chased and beat hard, making it difficult for Fang Hui to move forward. Third, it was Fang Hui's stupid change of tricks to speed up his defeat. ”

The coach dissected all the details of this battle word by word, and then asked, "Do you understand this battle?"

"Understood!"

"What do you see?" the coach shouted again.

"Be the first to take the lead!" "Don't change your tactics in the middle of the way!" "Chase and fight!" "Don't be ugly!" There was a noise below.

The coach turned his head and looked at Fang Hui: "Do you understand?"

"The student got it!"

"Let's stand on the stake! Mu Ren Jiu, return to the team!"

"Yes!"

Fang Hui glanced at Mu Chen resentfully, and then ran to the side but stood on the penalty pile, while the latter made a promise and walked to Fang Hui's position just now and stood down.

"Ahem, alright. Before the lecture started today, these two students had already taught us a lesson. The coach smiled slightly, his eyes seemed to glance at Mu Chen, "There may be some students who still don't know my name, my name is Park Wenjie, the bronze medal coach of Jianming Martial Arts Academy, and I will be in charge of your practical classes in the next semester." ”

"You can call me, Coach Park, or Practice Park. ”