The twelve styles of long boxing, almost the national boxing method, even the old people and children will compare their hands, this kind of rotten street boxing, to Zhang Yue's hands, but completely changed the taste, every move and style are full of might, under the infusion of internal strength, every punch is played with the sound of whirring.

This kind of wind sound is very calm, and the kind of scream emitted by Fan Ping's wind and rain palms in all directions is completely different, listening to the ears of the spectators, suddenly hallucinating, it seems that in the midst of the wind and rain in the sky, there is a majestic mountain, let the wind and rain beat, I do not move.

No matter how fast Fan Ping's body is and how fierce his palm is, Zhang Yue's fist always appears in the right place at the right time, obviously not moving fast, but it blocks Fan Ping's palm momentum without leaking.

At the beginning, seeing Zhang Yue use the twelve styles of the long fist to deal with him, Fan Ping's face became extremely ugly. believes that this kind of boxing method is a martial art for beginners to get started, and it is used in martial arts competitions, which is Zhang Yue's humiliation to himself.

However, with Zhang Yue's one move and one style, Fan Ping became more and more frightened, is this still the 12 styles of Changquan? Why is it so different from his own cognition, the ordinary boxing method is as unshakable as a mountain, and even in the defense, it still contains vigorous strength, it seems that this kind of power is latent and brewing, and once it breaks out, it will be earth-shattering.

Fan Ping suddenly remembered that he had listened to a lecture by a martial arts master in the Jidao Academy, when the master talked about boxing, he had mentioned that the twelve styles of Changquan were the most neutral and peaceful, and at the same time, they were also the boxing methods with the least flaws and the greatest potential.

At that time, Fan Ping still felt that it was not true, who would study the supporting internal strength exercises for such a big road goods as the Changquan Twelve Styles? People with this level, at least martial arts masters, it would not be better to have that time to study unique and unique skills, after all, there are too many people in the Changquan Club, and the routines have been thoroughly studied.

Now facing Zhang Yue, I know that I am a frog at the bottom of the well. I obviously know the routine of the long fist, but Zhang Yue can't crack it with a punch, it is precisely because the long fist is simple and straightforward, so there are almost no flaws at all, if you want to crack it, you can only break it with force and suppress it with stronger internal strength.

Thinking of this, Fan Ping snorted coldly and made up his mind.

Everyone is a junior martial artist, you are young, you became a martial artist later than me, your internal strength must not be as strong as yourself, I was afraid of your Chunchao Liuhe, but you don't use Chunchao palm technique, if you have to use any long fist, it's no wonder that I. As soon as he thought of this, Fan Ping shouted: "Be careful!"

The flying palms suddenly froze, as if the wind and rain had suddenly stopped, but under the temporary calm, there was an unprecedented storm.

There was a boom, as if a thunderclap sounded, and the people watching the battle couldn't help but cover their ears.

Fan Ping's palms were like a long dragon out of the water, rolling up a rolling column of qi and striking at Zhang Yue's chest.

The wind and rain of the eight directions will be in Zhongzhou!

The highest stunt of the Fan family's palm technique, the palm momentum is completely condensed, and it can instantly burst out with several times more attack power than usual!

Zhang Yue sighed, you really can't underestimate the heroes of the world, just come to a classmate of the Extreme Dao Academy, you can play this kind of stunt that is not inferior to the spring tide three stacks.

In the face of the surging attack, Zhang Yue swept with his left hand, struck vertically with his right hand, and broke the mountain style of the fifteen styles of the long fist!

The two figures parted at the touch of a button, and at the same time flew backwards, only then did the thunderous concussive sound wave spread.

It's okay that the others have practiced martial arts to some extent, but Manager Chen of that hotel is just an ordinary person, who was swept away by the shock wave and suddenly turned into a rolling gourd.

Fan Ping and Zhang Yue landed at the same time, and Zhang Yue arched his hand: "Brother Fan's mastery is amazing, admire and admire." ”

Fan Ping's face flashed blue, and after a while, he said, "You're not bad." ”

"Then I'll take my leave first, and we'll see you at the academy another day. ”

"Good. ”

Zhang Yue pulled Li Mingxue, Wang He and the others followed, and left the rooftop.

Fan Ping walked away casually, and Chang always had sharp eyes and saw that where Fan Ping was standing just now, the hard cement floor was trampled and cracked, and two shallow footprints appeared. He was startled, and turned his head to look at Zhang Yue's position just now, the ground was extremely flat.

In the competition just now, Fan Ping actually lost half of the game!

In fact, if it weren't for Zhang Yue's spare hand and the internal strength of an intermediate martial artist, Fan Ping would have lost half a little, and it would have been possible to be shocked to death on the spot.

Mr. Chang naturally won't hype up his discovery, and he made up his mind to find out Zhang Yue's identity immediately when he went back, such a character, even if he can't make friends, he must not offend in the future.

After leaving the hotel, Li Mingxue's classmates looked at Zhang Yue again, and their eyes had completely changed.

A few boys were okay, but those female classmates almost rushed up to Zhang Yue to ask for an autograph just like they met an idol.

Zhang Yue hurriedly pulled Li Mingxue to say goodbye on the grounds that he wanted to live in the world of two.

It was already dark, and the two of them held hands and wandered around the bustling streets, like an ordinary little couple.

Zhang Yue suddenly remembered the life when he eloped with Ming Xue in his dream, it seemed that the two of them were often like this, shopping together hand in arm, and later had a child, and there was a little more in the middle. Later, there were many children, holding one in his arms and one in his hands.

Under the light yellow street lamp, Zhang Yue suddenly couldn't distinguish between dream and reality, and suspected that he was still in a dream.

I don't know how far I walked, passing by a small noodle restaurant, a fragrance wafted to the street, and Zhang Yue's stomach suddenly growled.

Li Mingxue couldn't help laughing, Zhang Yue pulled her straight to the noodle restaurant and asked for two large rows of noodles with ingredients.

Eating the strong noodles and the sauce-flavored pork ribs, accompanied by a small plate of garlic cloves, Zhang Yue sighed: "It's still comfortable to eat in this kind of place." ”

"yes, I didn't eat enough just now. Li Mingxue also said honestly, she eats a lot, but she can't stop taking one bite at a time.

After eating, then shopping, tasting special snacks, shopping for interesting gadgets in the stalls, enjoying the night view of the riverside, until more than ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yue sent Li Mingxue back to school, and found a hotel outside to settle down.

Li Mingxue returned to the dormitory, her roommates had already turned off the lights and went to sleep, and she went back to her bed in the dark.

I was startled when I stretched out my hand, the quilt had been spread out, and there was a person lying round inside!

"Who?" asked the man in the nest, waking up.

Li Mingxue heard the voice and asked, "Lifang, why are you sleeping with me?"

"Mingxue, I drank a little too much, I didn't have the strength to climb to the top bunk, and I thought you wouldn't come back tonight. ”

"Why don't I come back at night?" Li Mingxue suddenly reacted after speaking, her face suddenly turned red, and she reached out and patted her roommate: "What do you want, so dirty." ”

"Hee-hee. Liu Lifang turned over and got up and made room for Li Mingxue, "What kind of dirt is this, they are all adults, normal things." She climbed halfway up to the top bunk, suddenly stopped, and bit her ear with Li Mingxue.

"Mingxue, you shouldn't come back, your boyfriend is so good, you have to find a way to hold him firmly, don't let him fly." ”

After listening to her roommate's words, Li Mingxue lay on the bed, tossing and turning for a while.

Indeed, as Lifang said, Zhang Yue is so good that he feels overwhelmed. He and him are like people from two worlds, although they are already trying to catch up, but this gap is not only not narrowing, but getting bigger and bigger. She is not afraid of Zhang Yue's change of heart, she is only afraid of this invisible distance, which will slowly separate the two people.