"Look at the move!"

With a crisp chirp, a young girl's left hand swayed, and her right hand clenched into a fist.

This girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, her face is beautiful and refined, but there is a faint sassy and heroic spirit between her eyebrows, wearing a simple outfit of jinghai cloth, slim long legs, spine and shoulders, and her whole body is full of bodybuilding charm that ordinary women do not have.

Opposite the girl was a young man a year or two older, dressed in a short coat cut from home-woven coarse cloth, his skin a bronze color in the sunlight, his body was tall and well-proportioned, and his handsome face had a lazy smile. The whole person is like a spotted leopard strolling in the mountains and forests after eating and sleeping, and there is a faint sense of danger under the lazy appearance.

Seeing the girl punching, the man stopped in front of him with his left arm unhurriedly, blocking the opponent's fist. The right hand stretched out like a knife, silently sent out from the bottom of the elbow of the left arm, and cut diagonally downward to the girl's left ribs.

Seeing this, the girl immediately changed her momentum, withdrew her fist and spun around, and raised her left leg to point her toe to the opponent's knee. The man stepped on the seven stars and shifted his position, avoiding the girl's attack and then bullying himself, bending his arms and elbows, and hitting head-on.

This pair of men and women have studied martial arts under the Wumei Shitaimen for seven years, and now they have grown up Yu Tianlai and Yan Wing Chun. At this moment, they are using the same "Shaolin" boxing method that is widely spread on the rivers and lakes, but they have all played out their own understanding of this popular boxing method: one is to simplify the complex, simple and fierce, and the other is to turn clumsy into ingenuity, smart and soft. Their respective bodies are like rabbits rising and falling, and they have fought for more than 30 times in an instant, without winning or losing.

They were in a farm used by farmers outside Bauhinia Village to dry grain, and around the site stood sixty or seventy descendants between the ages of 15 and 20. At this moment, these people were staring at the two people fighting in the field for a moment, and their mouths couldn't stop admiring, and their faces were full of admiration.

Yan Wing Chun couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw that he couldn't fight for a long time. Although she went out of the same door with Yu Tianlai and got along day and night, she was becoming more and more confused about the details of this senior brother. Over the years, the two don't know how many times they have learned from each other, no matter how fast or slow their martial arts progress is, the senior brother can always maintain a level with himself just right, and it seems that this time it should be no exception.

She couldn't help but think of what her master Wumei Shitai had said to herself not long ago: "Tianlai has practiced the Shaolin Peerless "Yijin Sutra" by chance, and he is a talented martial arts wizard. ”

Yan Wing Chun is stubborn by nature and loves martial arts, although he has a strong relationship with his senior brother, he always has a reluctant thought in his heart, and secretly gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Even if my strength is not as good, can't I even force my senior brother to show his true strength?" In the past few days, she has finally perfected this boxing technique, and she has not yet mentioned it to her master and brother, so she is sure that if she shows it at this moment, she can catch the opponent off guard.

Yu Tianlai was really caught off guard, and was attacked by Yan Wing Chun's dense and fast, rigid and soft fist method and retreated again and again, and retreated and defended, until he took more than ten moves and retreated more than ten steps before re-stabilizing the defensive line. He waved his fist to parry and said with a smile: "It's amazing, junior sister, you have successfully developed this 'Wing Chun'!"

"Wing Chun? Is this the name that Senior Brother got for my boxing technique? Does it sound very good? For the sake of Senior Sister who has done her best, Senior Brother, you should also show some real kung fu!"

Yim Wing Chun said and laughed, his fists attacked like the wind, and his arms were so fast that they turned into a phantom in front of him, as straight as a thousand-armed Guanyin. The legs rose and fell silently, and the knees did not threaten Yu Tian to get off the plate.

Yu Tianlai only defended and did not attack, and his arms and legs were like giant shields on all sides, protecting the whole body from splashing water and impermeable. Hearing the deep resentment hidden in his sister's words, he chuckled and said, "Since my sister has this good intention, I will naturally accompany my brother." ”

The voice fell, and his boxing style also changed sharply, and at the same time turned defense into offense. It's just that the object of his attack is not Yim Wing Chun himself, but her moves. Whenever Yim Wing Chun makes a new move, his move will be launched like an unpredictable prophet, cutting off the opponent's attack route and preventing the opponent from abandoning the move.

The fists and feet of both of them were as fast and fierce as lightning strikes, and they exchanged more than 20 moves in an instant, and every time Yim Wing Chun brewed a new move, he was cut off by Yu Tianlai, and he couldn't help but feel more and more depressed. When the sullen breath in her heart accumulated to the peak, she suddenly let out a clear sound in her mouth, and the five fingers of her right hand were stretched together like a sword, and the internal strength penetrated through the fingertips through her arm, stabbing straight out towards Yu Tianlai's throat.

After subconsciously attacking this move, Yim Wing Chun realized that this was a killer trick in the boxing method he had created. She had experimented with the power of this trick, and the result was a round hole in the trunk of a hugging tree, and if it had struck a person, that person would have died or lived. Her punch method is only a preliminary research and creation, far from the state of sending and receiving from the heart, not to mention that this move is a sword out of the back, life and death judgment of the decisive killing move, since the attack, it is too late to withdraw the force, can only be full of panic and exclaimed: "Senior brother, don't take the move, quickly dodge!"

When he saw this move, the lazy look on Yu Tianlai's face finally retracted, a flash of essence flashed in his eyes, and he laughed loudly: "Senior sister, this move is really interesting!" As he spoke, his right palm was raised horizontally in front of his throat.

When Yim Wing Chun's fingertips were in Yu Tianlai's palm with incomparable sharp strength, he was surprised to find that the other party's palm gave birth to a thick and soft force, and he wrapped his fingertips like a ball of untouched cotton, dissolving the strength of his fingertips. But since this move was regarded as a killer trick by her, how could it be so simple? The strength of the two sides was only a slight touch, and the changes in her subsequent moves had evolved naturally and uncontrollably. Within an inch of space, she first bent her fingers to exert force with the second knuckle, then clenched her fist with the fist surface, and finally hooked her wrist with the back of her hand, plus the initial finger force, a total of four layers of force were superimposed before and after, and it slammed into Yu Tianlai's palm.

Yu Tianlai's expression remained unchanged, and his right palm in front of his throat did not retreat but advanced, and he actually took the initiative to meet Yan Wing Chun's killing move of inch-distance force and four-in-one. It was precisely because he did not retreat but advanced, so he touched the back of Yim Wing Chun's palm with his palm at the moment before Yim Wing Chun's strength fully exploded, and the thick and soft palm power poured out, first slightly curbing the opponent's offensive. Then his palm was slightly sunken downward, but it drained a little bit of Yim Wing Chun's finally burst of strength. Immediately, the palm of the palm bulged outward, and it emitted a majestic force.

A thunderous sound sounded in the ears of everyone watching from the sidelines. In their eyes, the two figures in the field were immediately separated, each taking six or seven steps back. Their steps were unusually heavy, and each step they took left a deep footprint on the hard ground that had been repeatedly crushed with stones.