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Hu Yu laughed triumphantly and left, going to the arena to continue practicing boxing.

Zheng Xia looked at Yang Baoshu helplessly, and shook his head: "This is the true meaning of Spirit Monkey Fist?"

Zheng Xia helped him cover his forehead, and there was a crack in his forehead.

Yang Baoshu covered his nose to prevent the blood from continuing to flow, and said angrily: "I didn't practice home, but the way is right, didn't you see how many moves I blocked him?"

"I don't think it's working. Zheng Xia said: "I can't beat him at all." ”

"If I continue to practice, I will definitely be able to beat him and take revenge!" Yang Baoshu said hatefully.

Zheng Xia said: "Where did you get the true meaning of the Spirit Monkey Fist?"

"A master taught. Yang Baoshu said.

Zheng Xia laughed.

Yang Baoshu said: "What, you don't believe it?"

"Believe it, I believe it. Zheng Xia nodded hurriedly: "Go and sit over there for a while, wash up, and apply ointment to you, otherwise your mother will beat you again when you go home!"

Yang Baoshu received a lot of punches, which will not be obvious yet, and will be bruised and swollen after a while.

"Alas......" Yang Baoshu sighed helplessly.

He came home in the evening, and the bruises were not completely gone.

Seeing his more miserable appearance, Zhou scolded for a while: "Okay, right? This is the spirit monkey you are talking about? I think it's a dead monkey!"

"Mother, I haven't practiced well. If you practice for a few more days, you will definitely be able to take revenge!" Yang Baoshu said busily.

"It's a fart!"

"I played better today than before. That's why he angered the surnamed Hu, so he was so ruthless. Yang Baoshu hurriedly said: "There is definitely progress, and he will definitely surpass him!"

"Really?" Zhou was skeptical.

"Mother, I'm going to practice at home for a few days!" Yang Baoshu said: "Retreat and practice hard!"

“...... Well, if you practice for a few more days, you can't beat the surnamed Hu, you are not allowed to practice like this again!" Zhou snorted.

"Okay!" Yang Baoshu hurriedly agreed.

He didn't leave the house for the next few days, and he kept practicing boxing, and when he was tired of practicing, he meditated and breathed. Restore strength.

Sometimes I would secretly take a ladder to look next door, and see Chu Li sitting cross-legged on the stone table, motionless, feeling that he was becoming more and more mysterious, he must be a master, practicing internal skills.

It's a pity that his internal strength is only the basic mental method of the lowest disciples of the Feihong Gang, and the fighting has no effect, and it is still good to use it to restore physical strength.

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Five days later, in the early morning, Feihong helped the martial arts training ground. Yang Baoshu and Hu Yu stood face to face, and Zheng Xia stood aside.

Yang Baoshu was tall and sturdy, Hu Yu was short, thin and dark, and the difference between the two was half a head.

"Have you practiced in retreat?" Hu Yu said with a smile: "Okay." If you have ambition, I want to see how capable you are!"

"The surname is Hu, see if I don't beat you to death!" Yang Baoshu snorted.

He was confident. I feel that the spirit monkey boxing is getting better and better, and the taste is deeper. More powerful.

"Look at the fist, you!" Hu Yuwei laughed and pounced.

Yang Baoshu jumped flexibly. Dodged the black, small, heavy fists.

"Ouch, come again!" Hu Yuwei chased after him with a smile.

Yang Baoshu walked east and west, as agile as a monkey, dodging Hu Yu's fist, and passed more than 20 moves in a blink of an eye.

Hu Yu chased after him and shouted, "Come on, Baoshu, why don't you come and beat me to death?

Yang Baoshu still dodged vigorously and swam.

He couldn't run even if he wanted to, but now he has made great progress, and the Spirit Monkey Fist has been practiced and his body is more flexible.

"Baoshu, you don't call it Spirit Monkey Boxing, it's called Mourning Dog Boxing, run away vigorously!" Hu Yu chased and beat while laughing: "Your Mourning Dog Boxing is indeed very powerful, and it can be used to escape!"

"Looking for a fight!" Yang Baoshu shouted and jumped out.

"Bang!" Hu Yu was caught off guard, and his thin black face was punched.

"Yang Baoshu!" Hu Yu was furious, and his black and small fists smashed frantically, falling like stones.

Yang Baoshu dodged a few moves, but he couldn't dodge anymore, and suddenly received a lot of punches on his face.

Zheng Xia hurriedly came over and grabbed Hu Yu, and also took two punches from Hu Yu.

Hu Yu touched his face angrily and snorted: "This time for Zheng Xia's sake, spare your life!"

Yang Baoshu covered his nose and glared at him angrily: "I'll beat you to death next time!"

"You-!" Hu Yu was so angry that he was about to swing his fist.

Zheng Xia hurriedly blocked in front of Yang Baoshu: "Hu Yu, don't go too far!"

Hu Yu glared at Yang Baoshu hatefully: "I'll clean you up next time!"

Zheng Xia smeared some ointment on his face, and said, "Baoshu, are you really practicing this Spirit Monkey Fist right?"

"Didn't you notice that I punched him?" Yang Baoshu said excitedly: "Is there any progress?...... Hehe, it feels good to beat him up!"

"This ......" Zheng Xia thought for a while: "Hu Yu is right, your fist technique is quite effective for escaping!"

Yang Baoshu glared at him.

He felt that Mr. Chu's guidance was right, and the Spirit Monkey Fist should be practiced like this.

It's not that you don't practice right, it's that you don't practice well enough!

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In the evening, he walked back a little reluctantly, and when he got to the street, his steps became slower and slower, Zheng Xia's ointment was good, his uncle was the owner of Ruijin Tang incense, and he stole his uncle's ointment.

But no matter how good the ointment is, it can't completely eliminate the bruises on the face.

When I go home, I can't escape my mother's beating!

His eyes lit up, and he saw Chu Li, who was carrying a basket of fruits, his white robe fluttering, and he came slowly.

"Sir!" Yang Baoshu hurriedly clenched his fists.

Chu Li glanced at him, didn't speak, and continued to walk slowly, as if he didn't know him.

Yang Baoshu is used to it, and he knows that he won't take care of himself outside.

So he sped up his pace and went home, naturally a beating was indispensable, and Zhou strictly ordered him not to practice anymore, and to practice again according to the original practice.

Yang Baoshu couldn't resist his mother, so he could only practice honestly, and the more he practiced, the more awkward he became.

However, as soon as he left home and went to the Feihong Gang martial arts training ground, he still followed his own ideas and was agile.

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The twilight was heavy and the sky was dark.

Chu Li was practicing his sword.

Yang Baoshu set up a ladder to climb the wall again, took a plate of dumplings in his hand, pulled up the ladder with a smile and came here, landed lightly, sent the dumplings to the stone table, and handed the chopsticks: "Sir, taste how it tastes." ”

Chu Li put down his sword and took the chopsticks: "Didn't your mother make it for me to eat?"

"Hey, my mother is a knife-mouthed tofu heart, saying that you are a big man, I'm afraid you can't cook. Yang Baoshu said with a smile: "Sir, thank you for your advice, I am much better now." ”

"Hmm. Chu Li concentrated on eating dumplings.

"Sir, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing?"

"What do you think?"

"It must be very profound. ”

"It's just an ordinary health preservation technique. ”

Yang Baoshu nodded and agreed with this statement.

It's really not like a murderous swordsmanship, it's more like playing to strengthen the body, his sword is so heavy, such a practice method does have a wonderful effect on strengthening the body.

Chu Li finished eating the dumplings slowly, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief: "Okay, I'll take a look at you and practice the Spirit Monkey Boxing." ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )