Chapter 276: The Big Stick Sweeps, and the Force Drops Ten Meetings!

Both of them are using words, looking for flaws in each other's hearts.

"Fight, fight. Hundreds of boats fight to cross the river, and go straight to the other side. ”

"How could the people on the boat abandon the other shore because of the monkeys on both sides of the shore?"

This young supreme master boat Yue Yitao, his face was calm at this time, and he swept away the rich and high-ranking officials on both sides, without the slightest look in his eyes, and he was extremely cold.

"I understand, the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed over the Ten Thousand Mountains. ”

Han Yi nodded and smiled gently.

"Yes, martial arts is a boat, you have to sail lightly, getting married, having children, smoking, and drinking are all burdens on the ship, and you have to give it up, only martial arts!"

Funakoshi Yitao's face suddenly bloomed with a glass-like color, as if a rainbow of colorful light appeared on his body, circling and circulating, which was charming.

"It's really a genius, it's my honor to be able to see the path of martial arts so clearly, and to be able to fight with you. ”

Han Yi's eyes flashed, and his fighting intent rose like a cloud, enveloping him, and for a moment the people in the audience didn't seem to be able to see Han Yi's face clearly, only the boat on the opposite side was more than a wave, and there was a golden light in his eyes, as if piercing the clouds, and Han Yi could see it clearly.

He saw Han Yi's body with three tops, three buckles, three circles, three hugs, three hangs, three poisons, three songs, and three stiffnesses, and many essentials of the basic skills of the body fit together like heaven and earth, as if the basic skills of all martial arts schools could be seen in Han Yi's three-body pose, and it seemed to be just an ordinary three-body posture of Xingyiquan.

"The head should be collared, the buttocks should be sitting, yin and yang contend, yin and yang are born together, it is really a complete and complete posture. This style of play reminds me of when Xiaoao Jianghu Zhongfeng Qingyang explained the moves to Ling Hu Chong, he didn't have any moves, because the other party had moves, attacking his flaws, and there was no realm of winning moves!"

Funakoshi Yitao's eyes flashed with admiration, and those who didn't know thought that he was a pure Chinese, and Huaguo's TV series were more proficient than Han Yi.

Funakoshi Yitao said, pulling out the stance, it was an authentic horse step.

Han Yi stared at the boat Yue Yitao, seeing that his horse steps were pure, and when he initially stood up, he first ran over the ring with his foot, then lifted his foot, supported the ring with his heels, and then stepped on the ring with his toes, this action was like a horse digging the ground and was about to run.

"Good step!"

Han Yi was amazed, and saw the five fingers under the feet of Funakoshi Yitao leaving a mark like a plum blossom on the ring, "It turned out to be a plum blossom pile!"

The plum blossom pile is one of the most basic basic skills in the Shaolin Temple, which is known for practicing the body and agile footwork. The practice method is also relatively strict.

At the beginning of the practice, do not need to go on the pile, draw a plum blossom on the ground with lime and white powder, draw a total of five, each flower is two feet to three feet away, each flower has five circles as petals, in each plum blossom designate one as a virtual pile, and at the same time set a code.

When you start practicing like this, stand on a solid pile in the middle, stop one foot immediately, focus on your toes, make an independent frame of the golden rooster, and set the way of jumping.

Moreover, it is necessary for the teacher to shout beside him, and to drink as he pleases to make the practitioner beat, and at the same time, to let the practitioner avoid jumping on the virtual pile.

When jumping the pile, the toes must jump to the center of the plum circle, starting from the first plum blossom, four solid piles jumping, and then gradually increasing the number of plum blossoms.

There was a master in Shaolin Temple, and he jumped all the plum blossom piles in one breath.

But seeing that the boat was moving as soon as the waves moved, and the five-petal plum blossom appeared under his feet, Han Yi knew that this person's pile work was not under him.

Purine!

The opening bell rang suddenly.

"Come on!

Han Yi's eyes exploded, and he was as dazzling as thunder and lightning.

In an instant, Han Yi arched his hands, pushed his front foot, pedaled his back foot, and punched forward with his fists.

As soon as the strength was blown, the arena immediately cracked, and the huge anti-shock force came up, and the whole body made a roar, and the power of the anti-shock was like a spring wave, from the legs to the waist, the waist to the straddle, in the arms, elbows and wrists, and finally to the hands.

Volley out!

Buzzing!

Crack the thunder!

The shape is twelve shapes, and the tiger is a fist.

Under a split, the five fingers were slightly warped, as if the talons of an eagle torn in the air were clawed, and the wind howled, and the strong wind was wanton.

Out of the tiger pounce, start to catch the eagle.

Han Yi's hand was magnificent, his whole body was drumming, and the whole person stood up, and it seemed to have risen a lot.

He immediately used a trick to deal with Li Xianyu, and his body seemed to be multiplied, and he had a demonic feeling.

Martial artists usually look quiet and peaceful, giving people a temperament that is warm and jade-like, but when they move, they are like crazy, as if they are possessed by demons.

Han Yi's tiger-shaped splitting fist directly made everyone hold their breath, and everyone's hearts were raised.

Funakoshi Yitao had a different feeling, Han Yi blasted out a tiger-shaped split fist at the moment the bell rang, and instantly rushed, Funakoshi Yitao only felt that there was a vast and broad fist intent pressing, and the fist power was incomparable, which reminded him of the first time he practiced boxing under the waterfall when he was ten years old, and the rumbling fist intent made him feel a suffocating pressure.

Such a power made Funakoshi Yitao surprised.

However, after all, he is the top young master in Japan, and his kung fu strength is completely derived from actual combat, and his mind is as indestructible as a rock.

At the moment of his surprise, his pores exploded, and the blood began to rush, and in an instant it gathered on his hand, which was suddenly extremely hard, black and swollen, thick and hard, black and blue, like a mace.

His arm bombarded Han Yi's tiger-shaped splitting fist like an iron rod, and the sound of wind and thunder sounded at the same time, and it slashed out fiercely in the crackling sound, smashing into the side of Han Yi's splitting fist.

Bang!

Funakoshi Yitao stopped Han Yi's offensive at once, but he also took a step back.

Han Yi's strength is not inferior to him.

"Okay! The tiger-shaped splitting fist is really the strongest and strongest!"

However, once Funakoshi Yitao's style of play unfolded, it continued endlessly, and when he retreated, he shrank up like a spring, and when he compressed, he tightened the strength of his whole body, and popped out violently.

The hard arm swept out at once, but his feet were like plum blossoms, twisting and turning out of unknown footwork, twisting and twisting with the ring, as if it had taken root.

The stick is swept and the force is reduced by ten!

This is the fighting style of cannon hammering, just like the hammering method of Li Rang's Three Emperors cannon hammering fist, which is extremely similar to her twelve-way cannon method.

Han Yi naturally didn't wait for the hammering method of letting Funayue Yitao hit, boomed twice, stomped on the ground, and made the sound of stepping through the ring, his body exploded with the sound, one hand in front and one behind, one hand as a gun mount, one hand to fire cannon strength, and one cannon fist.

Xingyi fist, serial cannon.