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Ancient and modern meaning: the art of the country, the art of self-cultivation, is the art of personal prosperity, the prosperity and stability of the country.

Guoshu is inclusive, including a number of independent items of traditional martial arts relics in the folk, including boxing routines drills, hand-to-hand and long and short equipment fighting projects, and the national wrestling that has complemented martial arts since ancient times, including archery, slingshots, shuttlecocks and strength tests that are closely related to traditional martial arts.

Guoshu is a national sports project with hand-to-hand and equipment fighting competition as the core, a national traditional sports project that focuses on both internal and external training, and a national sports system of human intangible cultural heritage, which is one of the treasures of mankind.

As similar to Chinese painting and traditional Chinese medicine, Guoshu is a dazzling pearl that has been passed down for thousands of years in the long history of mankind and condensed by the wisdom and painstaking efforts of the ancestors.

Nowadays, under the impact of the rapid development of modern technology, it is gradually declining.

Director Jin, who has a strong sense of historical mission and is dedicated to the revival of national arts, looked at Jia Yi, who was forced to retreat by Wu Zijian in the field, and his face flushed with excitement at this moment.

Director Jin's heart was full of joy, as if he had found Puyu. His eyebrows fluttered, with approval, and his eyes were hot and hot at Wu Zijian in the field.

Good seedlings!

is young, and he has a horizontal muscle.

He is indeed a martial arts wizard!

The onlookers who didn't know the truth were also addicted to it.

This live-action fight scene is much better than the MAX movie!

And several people who have seen Jia Yi's methods of indiscriminately killing the AMN boss, although they see that Wu Zijian has a slight upper hand at this moment, they still have a worried look, and they are pinching a cold sweat for Wu Zijian in their hearts.

Mortals, how can they fight the immortals?!

In the field, Jia Yi dodged and hit back, and shouted unwillingly:

"Despicable ants!

Wu Zijian was in the dark before, and he was bent on understanding the growth of his physical body after opening the Cloud Gate, and he didn't know that the blue jade in the outside world had devoured Jia Yi's octagonal gold medal.

Now that he is obsessed with Jia Yi's resentful thoughts, he understands this.

Although Wu Zijian was surprised by what the blue jade had done, it was difficult to hide the joy on his face.

He just hated that he couldn't immediately free his hand and applaud the azure magata.

Wu Zijian vigorously displayed his fists and feet, and blasted out at Jia Yi with one punch after another:

"Bang!"

"You say, who are the ants?"

"Bang!"

"You mean, who is being beaten in the face by this ant's fist!"

"Bang!"

"The ant's fist, hit in the face, it hurts!Does it not hurt?!"

"Bang!"

Although Wu Zijian will also be hit by Jia Yi, it is already too much stronger than before!

Before, Wu Zijian faced Jia Yi, and the most wins and losses were four or six, Wu Zijian was four, and Jia Yi was six.

Now, Wu Zijian and Jia Yi have fought to a draw, and they seem to be faintly suppressing Jia Yi.

Don't underestimate this increase, Wu Zijian has never cultivated immortals, nor has he received the help of the elixir, and his body is still a mortal fetus.

As a human being, Wu Zi's fitness fitness is infinitely close to the limit, and to take a step forward in this limit, the difficulty is comparable to the 0.1 seconds increased by a 100-meter runner in the sports meeting.

And Jia Yi is the body of an immortal, and he is a powerful Jindan, a thousand-year-old monster!

Wu Zijian used mortal fist techniques and mortal bodies to fight with immortals like this. If the immortal cultivators in the spirit realm saw it, their eyes could fall to the ground.

Jia Yi only used one arm across his chest as a counterpart.

His face was full of endless contempt, he snorted coldly, and smiled angrily at Wu Zijian:

"I don't know what to say, Hugh is so forgetful! Can you really suppress the old man?!"

Jia Yi had already regained his senses at this moment, and the cultivation that he had suppressed had been carefully and accurately improved by him.

In an instant, Jia Yi's shot was even more fierce and ferocious than before.

Wu Zijian suddenly felt that the pressure doubled!

Under the difficult demolition, Wu Zijian only felt that he was being attacked on all sides, and all he saw in his eyes was the shadow of his fists and feet, and he was powerless to fight back for a while.

But in his mind, he had no distractions, and his distracting thoughts were all gone, and he returned to emptiness and became ethereal.

And in my heart, I actually understood the brief story of the combat skills that I originally thought were pitfalling.

...... Strong flesh is a boat, the flesh is my skill, and the flesh is my soldier......

...... Break the ingenuity with force, and reduce the method with force......

...... My generation cultivates, why do you need combat skills......

...... Only comprehend in the bloody battle......

Wu Zijian's eyes gradually brightened, and he seemed to have a feeling in his heart.

Before, according to Director Jin's boxing formula, the thousand moves of boxing methods were displayed at this moment, and they were sharply mixed together in Wu Zijian's brain.

Suddenly!

Wu Zijian, who was passively beaten, suddenly closed his eyes under Jia Yi's stormy fists and feet?

"Bang!"

Director Jin's heart trembled and he was shocked.

Wu Zijian closed his eyes, was hit in the lower abdomen by Jia Yi's palm, his body was thrown away, and after falling to the ground, blood sprayed wildly!

Before, when Wu Zijian was knocked out by Jia Yi and vomited blood, he intuitively had gold stars in his eyes and screamed in pain.

And this time, Wu Zijian was like a wood-plastic stone sculpture, except for blood spurting out of his mouth, he actually closed his eyes, and looked light and calm.

In the front row, people who didn't know the truth looked at each other in shock, and the blood they spat out was ...... It seems, really?

Not filming?!

Director Jin was anxious, looking at Wu Zijian after falling to the ground in panic, he still got up slowly, stood in place with his eyes closed, like an old monk in a settled place.

The female policeman pressed her hands to her waist and was about to pull out her gun to support Wu Zijian, when she was suddenly stopped by several people beside her and around her.

After these people approached the policewoman, they whispered something in her ear.

The male policeman was on the sidelines, and only faintly heard '...... Angering the ''Immortals'......'...... The ending" and "...... have been decided" and other words are just a few words.

The eyes of the female policeman moved as Jia Yi walked towards Wu Zijian's figure in the field, and she listened to the stories of these people who had seen the tragic death of AMN's boss before, and her expression gradually changed from hesitation to shock.

Jia Yihe had been so persecuted and insulted by mortals, he was full of evil fire, approached Wu Zijian, who was in meditation with his eyes closed, raised his foot and kicked out of Wu Zijian's chest, and scolded gloomily:

"Despicable ants, dare to insult me! Mole ants are ants after all, and they are delusional to escape from the sky? Old man steps on you like this, do you hurt! Or does it not hurt?!

Director Jin shouted urgently in his heart: Hurry back! Hurry back! At this time, you are still closing your eyes and not moving, do you want to wait for death!!

And Wu Zijian didn't seem to feel it at all, Jia Yi's sharp fists and feet from the outside world.

He was sleepwalking in the middle of the field, his shoulders stumbling, his body pulling east and west, swaying, and moving in unison. Only occasionally stretches out his hand, as if he is a conditioned reflex to block one or two.

After a short time, Wu Zijian had a blue nose and swollen face, and blood continued to flow from his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears.

With Wu Zijian, he was knocked down by Jia Yi again and again, and stumbled up again and again, and his whole body began to become blurred with flesh and blood.

Jia Yi's fists and feet were close to him, and Wu Zijian's face occasionally showed pain, but he still closed his eyes and didn't wake up.

The male and female policemen, Professor Hao, the five or six drivers before, including Lin Quan, who had just woken up and saw such a scene in the field, looked at a loss, and even, including Zhao Min, who had a holiday with Wu Zijian, all couldn't bear to look at him directly.

"After the old man crushes your bones and scatters ashes, he will remove all the lowly ants in this city from the skin and bones, extract the soul, suppress the depths of the cage, and suffer forever from the soul refining, and will not be able to live beyond the catastrophe, so as to solve the hatred in his heart!"

Jia Yi didn't use any spells, his fists and feet didn't stop, hitting Wu Zi's fitness everywhere, venting wantonly. Wu Zijian was already covered with bruises all over his body, and his body was incomplete.

People looked at each other.

Whether it's filming or not, it seems to be ...... It's too cruel.

Suddenly, Wu Zijian only felt that the world was turned upside down in his mind.

Thousands of moves, at this moment, fusion condensed into a hundred moves!

Wu Zijian's momentum changed abruptly.

was making up his mind to rush out of the crowd and save Wu Zijian, the martial arts wizard, Curator Jin, who was slowly putting down his left foot that he had raised.

Wu Zijian was still drunk, and his body was swaying. But Director Jin suddenly realized that Wu Zijian seemed to be different from before.

Although he was still covered in blood and embarrassed. But Director Jin felt that Wu Zijian's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be slightly different from before, but he couldn't say what was different from before.

Jia Yi's eyes are so old and spicy, he can sense that Wu Zijian is strange at the moment. But he was disdainful in his heart: a mere mortal, humble as an ant, even if he had an epiphany, it was the epiphany of the ants and fireflies, and he couldn't get on the stage.

At this moment, many boxing formulas are presented and interpreted in turn like pictures in Wu Zijian's mind.

Suddenly, there was another shock in Wu Zijian's mind:

...... Comprehend in the bloody battle......

100 moves are refined into 10 moves!

In the field, Wu Zijian was in tatters, his body was covered with blood, and his momentum changed again!

Epiphany?

The change in Wu Zijian's momentum this time can be clearly seen even by Director Jin.

Trained police officers like men and women are aware of this.

Surely an epiphany!

It must be the legendary morning bell and dusk drum, and there is nothing wrong with the unavoidable epiphany!!

Director Jin had mixed feelings.

Although it is an epiphany, but there is no more consciousness, even if the epiphany is successful, I am afraid, it is too late.

Jia Yi's feet were like thunder, and he was about to kick Wu Zijian's neck who had just fallen to the ground and was about to get up.

Suddenly, Wu Zijian suddenly opened his eyes from his meditation, and there seemed to be a flash of red essence in his eyes.

At this moment, all the boxing moves, like a hundred rivers entering the sea, were actually integrated in Wu Zijian's mind

All in one!

Wu Zijian's momentum is even better!

The dust in the ruins around him seemed to be stagnant, forming a circle, and then it was pushed outward by the invisible momentum, raised and scattered.

As a matter of course, the Cloud Gate Exercise mantra involuntarily ran wildly on Wu Zijian's right arm.

Although Yuan Yiyi felt something, she looked surprised as if she wanted to look up, but she didn't think that because of the self-explosion of the natal magic weapon, she had already hurt the roots, and she couldn't even look up.

Suddenly!

The red light on Wu Zijian's entire right arm flashed, and a punch hit Jia Yizheng at the joint of his right leg!

"Click!"

A piercing sound of bones shattering came from Jia Yi's leg.

Everyone was shocked, looking at the changes in the field, they were all stunned for a while.

Director Jin, a handful of insiders of the male and female policemen swallowed their saliva and showed excitement on their faces.

Jia Yi's right leg was suddenly hit hard, and due to inertia, he swung backwards. However, because of the suddenness of the incident, his body leaned forward slightly, and he had the potential to fall towards Wu Zijian.

Wu Zijian's right arm is red!

Half-kneeling on the ground, from the bottom to the top, Wu Zijian's fist was like a cannon, and it blasted straight towards Jia Yi's chest that was about to fall forward!

Jia Yi's reaction was not slow, but as before, he only used one arm across his chest to resist.

"Boom!-Smack!"

Jia Yi had an expression of disbelief, and suddenly, he was blasted out dozens of meters away by Wu Zijian's punch.

dragged a long trail of blood on the ground, and Jia Yi lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"Good !!"

The crowd burst into cheers!

Although most of the people didn't know why, they saw Wu Zijian turn the situation around, and at this moment the slender figure was standing on his own in the field, and their hearts were inexplicably happy and excited, and they wanted to shout and cheer for it!

A few people, such as Director Jin, who had seen AMN's tragic death, and those who had crossed paths with male and female policemen, Lin Quan and Wu Zijian, were also relieved to see this, and were driven by the warm atmosphere around them, and they even had tears in their eyes and cheered at Wu Zijian with a smile.

I won!

Yuan Yiyi finally raised her head with difficulty in the bursts of cheers, and when she saw the situation in the field clearly, she gasped in her heart!

How can it be......

Jia Yi's short and stiff beard was stained with dark red blood, his face was shocked, and he asked Wu Zijian, who was condescending, standing in front of him, looking at himself.

"What kind of spell is this?!"

"It's ......"

At this moment, Wu Zijian completely woke up from the ethereal epiphany, and was about to answer out loud, but he stopped again.

There are no spells and no combat skills in the variety.

Wu Zijian was slightly stunned by Jia Yi's question.

This move is similar to the combat skill of cannon fist, but Wu Zijian had an epiphany, and it has not yet been named.

This move is used in the eight anti-heaven exercises in the cloud gate method, its power is fierce, the momentum is strong, like the cannon of the mountain......

As...... Just call this move an eight-gun fist?

Wu Zijian looked up and saw Jia Yi, who had been bullying and coercing him, his face was full of shock at the moment, spitting blood, and he was embarrassed.

Thinking of Jia Yi and Yuan Yiyi's attitude towards mortals before, Wu Zijian's heart was uneasy for a while.

...... This type of cannon fist, tracing back to its roots, is the brainchild of the fusion of the wisdom of the human ancestors and martial arts, and comes from the mortals who are despised in the eyes of immortal cultivators such as Jia Yi and Yuan Yiyi......

The sages of mankind once said:

Those who pretend to be benevolent with strength are hegemonic, and there must be big countries. The king who is benevolent with virtue does not wait for the big - the soup is seventy miles, and the king of Wen is one hundred miles.

Those who convince people with their strength are not convinced, and they are not convinced; those who are persuaded by virtue are convinced by the center!

Thinking of this, Wu Zijian's heart moved.

He looked solemn, looked at Jia Yi in shock, and said aloud:

"This is not the magic of an immortal cultivator! This style is the fusion of all the national techniques created by my mortals. The name of this style is to convince people with virtue !!"

"Let me ask you again, can this set of mortal martial arts wisdom be suppressed by you?!"

"This style, convince people with virtue, do you obey or not?!"