In the face of this move, Li Changsheng dared to take it hard, he was born with a congenital deficiency, and his strength was much worse than that of ordinary people, not to mention a boxer like Yan Zhendong who cultivated a strong and fierce road, immediately, I saw Li Changsheng's body on the side, avoiding this punch, waving his hands, forming a horn momentum, slashing in mid-air, and grabbing Yan Zhendong's wrist.

"Grabber?" Yan Zhendong also had a vicious eye, and when he saw Li Changsheng's starting style, he knew that he was cultivating a grappler, and sneered when he saw this, "Use a grappler to deal with me, you are asking for your own death." ”

Speaker, Yan Zhendong does not dodge or dodge, his tricks are as usual, he almost sent his wrist to Li Changsheng's hand, seeing this, Li Changsheng felt wrong, but he couldn't care so much, grabbed Yan Zhendong's wrist, turned it hard, and wanted to use his skill, break his muscles and bones, and take him down.

No, as soon as he exerted his strength, he only felt that he was buckled on the iron plate, unable to move at all, and was suddenly taken aback, and saw Yan Zhendong, who was holding his wrist, laughed fiercely, shouted, his arms shook, Li Changsheng's palm trembled, Yan Zhendong's wrist came out of his hand, and a punch hit him in the chest.

While listening to the click, Li Changsheng only felt a sharp pain coming, three ribs had been broken, the whole person flew out upside down, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and when he saw that he was about to reach the ground, he saw a figure swish, leaping out of the inner room, holding his hands on his back, and with a soft force, he unloaded the strength on Li Changsheng's body and helped him sit on the chair.

"Ahem, ahem. Li Changsheng coughed rapidly, his face was pale, and the blood on his lips was even more dazzling, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm embarrassed." ”

"Okay, don't talk, you hurt your lungs, first pant evenly. Huang Feihong stretched out his hand to put his finger on his pulse, felt his pulse, couldn't help frowning, looked at Yan Zhendong and said, "Master Yan, the rivers and lakes are fighting, you don't need such a heavy hand, right?"

"Hmph, the rivers and lakes are fighting, whether it is life or death, I have just left my hand, otherwise, he has not entered the dark energy, and the punch just now can kill him. Yan Zhendong snorted coldly when he heard this, and he didn't think that he was too heavy.

"Dark energy, what kind of dark energy?" Li Changsheng, who had known what kind of character Yan Zhendong was, didn't bother whether he was too heavy, but was very interested in this new term.

When Huang Feihong heard this, he glanced at Li Changsheng and said: "Originally, you haven't been practicing martial arts for a long time, I don't plan to tell you so soon, since you ask now, I'll tell you, we martial artists practice martial arts, generally speaking, boxing strength is divided into three types, bright strength, dark strength, and chemical strength." The bright strength is the strength of the muscles and bones, which is the strength of a person's muscles and bones, qi and blood, and muscles, and the dark strength is the internal strength, which is the internal strength that you stand on the pile and take steps, cultivate the internal breath, and cultivate the internal strength. “

"Generally speaking, martial artists practice martial arts, they are constantly developing their own muscles and bones, qi and blood, muscle strength, which is what we call bright energy, and dark energy, that is, internal breath energy, you have also cultivated internal breath, but cultivating internal breath, and internal breath energy, are two different things, only when the bright energy is cultivated to a certain point, can you attract internal breath energy and apply it to your own martial arts, which is what we call dark energy. “

"As for Hua Jin, there are not many people who know about the teacher, over the years, there are very few people who can reach the dark strength, and those who can get a first glimpse of the Hua Jin are a generation of grandmasters, Master Yan has no loopholes in an iron cloth shirt, from the outside in, it can be seen that he is already a master of the dark energy, no matter how clever your grappling hand is, it can't withstand his strength, and there is nothing to be ashamed of losing. Huang Feihong said with relief.

"Okay, okay, you want to teach your disciples, and then talk about it when the fight is over, Huang Feihong, let me come and learn and understand, you are so powerful. On the other side, seeing that Huang Feihong was talking endlessly, Yan Zhendong couldn't help it, and with a loud shout, the whole person rushed up, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and a vicious wind rushed to his face.

Seeing this, Huang Feihong's eyes condensed, and he did not show weakness, and stepped forward, don't look at Huang Feihong as if he was a literati, but as a martial arts master in Foshan, how could the kung fu under his hands be weak? Compared with Yan Zhendong's fierceness, he is not lagging behind at all.

I saw that both of them were martial arts masters, and once they made a move, they were far from being comparable to Li Changsheng, Gu Tieniu, and Hong Huayang.

Yan Zhendong has a violent personality, and his boxing skills are the same as himself, one move and one style, tiger and tiger, with bursts of sound of breaking the air, plus he cultivates iron cloth shirts, his whole body is like an iron plate, he only attacks but does not defend when he fights, and his boxing skills are fierce and domineering, like quicksand rolling waves, and where he passes, the flowers and trees in the courtyard are all affected.

In contrast, Huang Feihong's punches are rigid and soft, his body is soft and sharp, sometimes like a hungry tiger pounced, sometimes like a white crane spreading its wings, sometimes precise and fickle, sometimes wide opening and closing, and the tricks are unpredictable. Small hit big, to the horizontal to overcome the straight, to the weak to borrow strong, tiger claws such as fierce insects to pounce on the beast, crane wings for the volley of water, vast such as a five-clawed golden dragon, pan such as the old monk into the set, fist, palm, claw, leg work, grappling techniques, alternate attack, all kinds of tricks at hand, subtlety, like a stroke of genius.

Since the grappling hand has gone further, and even in terms of the grappling hand alone, Huang Feihong is not as good as him, Li Changsheng thinks that kung fu has entered the house, and now when he sees Huang Feihong's weight-lifting and light-weighted moves, he knows that Huang Feihong is not inferior to himself, but his boxing skills are used elsewhere.

Tiger and crane double shape, and the size of the grappling hand is actually the same, but in the complex changes, but I don't know how many times more difficult, if Huang Feihong specializes in grappling, Li Changsheng believes that today's attainments must be much more than himself.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng didn't even dare to blink his eyes, carefully watching the two of them come and go, even ignoring the dull pain in his chest, he stretched out his hand from time to time to practice on the side, and in a short period of time, Li Changsheng had a new understanding of the grappling hand.

After the two fought hundreds of moves, after all, Huang Feihong was still a step ahead, grabbed a flaw in Yan Zhendong, made a shadowless foot, kicked out more than a dozen feet in an instant, and landed on Yan Zhendong's head, even if he cultivated the iron cloth shirt and was kicked so many times, he was dizzy, stumbled, and fell to the ground.