Feng Mu and Zhuang Bufan's martial arts routines are diametrically opposed, Feng Mu's martial arts are mixed, while Zhuang Bufan's martial arts are pure.

The reason why there is such a disagreement is because Feng Mu has two internal skills with different attributes, and although these two internal skills have been fused in his body, they have not yet been completely mastered.

Zhuang Bufan is different, he has been practicing family internal skills under the guidance of his family since he was a child, and later met Wushuangzi, the unborn master, who did not teach him his own internal strength, but tailored a suitable cultivation method for him according to the characteristics of the internal skills he practiced.

Therefore, although Zhuang Bufan is well-read and knows many martial arts in secret books, they are all for his own martial arts, which is equivalent to all the delicacies, just for the staple rice.

But Feng Mu is different, whether it is the martial arts taught by the Five Teeth of the Forbidden Palace, or the innate Gang Qi taught to him by Bu Dongliu, or the Eight Desolation Flame Recipes that Master Lu asked him to cultivate, his life experience is Ling Tian's secret book, he knows a little bit, these martial arts are imprinted in his mind, there is no schizophrenia because of this, it is not easy, if you want to completely and systematically absorb and integrate them and create your own martial arts routines, it is really three feet frozen, not a day's cold, without years of research and exploration, it will not be able to play a good effect at all。

The two of them were evenly matched between you and me, Feng Mu's attack seemed to be fierce, like an invincible spear, but he couldn't help Zhuang Bufan.

Whenever Zhuang Bufan attacked Feng Mu, he would improvise, and in the face of Feng Mu's complicated moves, his moves were even simpler. Ordinary moves, in his use. But it has extraordinary significance, turning decay into magic. Although Feng Mu's attack is swift, and although his defense is passive, he is always in danger.

His martial arts are like a shield that is difficult to shake, and although Feng Mu's attack is like a storm, his defense is like an iron bucket.

"Your martial arts cultivation is the opposite of mine, and it is simply my natural nemesis. ”

After Feng Mu slapped it a few more times, Zhuang Bufan slapped back the same palm, and after the two intersected, they were bounced away for a few feet. A temporary confrontation was formed.

Both teenagers were a little tired, and in the winter, they were already sweating profusely, and light smoke rose from the top of their heads.

Feng Mu looked at Zhuang Bufan, who was sweating profusely but his face was still pale, and couldn't help but say like this, he was telling the truth, because he felt that the other party's martial arts were diametrically opposed to what he had learned.

But. After listening to his words, Zhuang Bufan shook his head and expressed different opinions, only to hear him say lightly: "What you said is not right. You need to know that the martial arts in the world have the same end, no matter how different the martial arts are, in the end. It will all be the same origin, back to basics. ”

Feng Mu didn't expect this guy to be able to say such a sentence. I can't help but admire it in my heart, this child's martial arts insights are also profound. If it weren't for picking people's teeth and wisdom, but from his unique comprehension, then this young man's martial arts talent would still be above him.

Thinking of this, Feng Mu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, he relied on two strong internal skills to fight a draw with the young man in front of him, if he only had one kind of internal strength, or if the internal strength was a little more superficial, then now he was afraid that he had been beaten down by Zhuang Bufan.

After thinking about it, Feng Mu decided not to think about these anymore, since it is rare to meet such an opponent of equal strength, it is natural to make good use of it, there must be a lot of merit in the opponent's martial arts, when fighting, you must pay more attention and learn from each other's strengths to make up for the shortcomings of your own martial arts.

"Attention, my palm 'Flat Ground Hit the Eighth King' is a ruthless trick that I won't use easily. ”

From the very beginning, the two of them tampered with the original name of the trick and replaced it with the name of the weird trick that ridiculed each other.

Hearing Feng Mu's words, Zhuang Bufan smiled indifferently and said, "Then I can only use the beggar gang's stunt 'Kicking the Leper Dog' to deal with you." ”

The more the two of them fought, the happier they became, but the two of them were not trivial, Feng Mu poured his two internal skills into his right palm, and then attacked with the domineering palm technique of "Nanshan Blocking Cow" taught by Ye Xiaozheng.

And Zhuang Bufan used the principle of "Fuyao Gong", and took Feng Mu's domineering palm power as an opportunity to soar, just as the so-called good wind relied on his strength to send me to the clouds.

Zhuang Bufan's move was the use of the mysterious method of borrowing strength, and the palm that Feng Mu hit had already been absorbed by him, and then he transformed it into his own attack and used it towards Feng Mu.

However, as the saying goes, four or two thousand pounds can only face opponents who are weaker than themselves, or opponents of the same level, facing opponents who are too domineering, the opponent will drop ten times, where will they give themselves a chance to rebound.

Zhuang Bufan couldn't completely absorb Feng Mu's attack, he could only transform half, so he also had to bear half of the attack, Feng Mu's move, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, it was difficult to breathe, and like a black cloud pressing down on the city, rolling in.

The two were hit by each other at the same time, and they couldn't help but fly upside down, and countless pits had appeared in the snow, and the two retreated more completely this time, directly crashing into the fence in the yard.

Feng Mu's mood was very good, the previous depression was swept away in the fight with Zhuang Bufan, and Zhuang Bufan was the same, originally because he was thinking about how to calculate, he was able to give himself a bad breath, but now because he was single-mindedly fighting with Feng Mu, he threw those scheming cities out of the clouds.

"Again, this time I'll use your martial arts against you. ”

Feng Mu said, deliberately imitating the martial arts used by Zhuang Bufan before, he had learned seventy percent of the similarities, but only his appearance, not his spirit.

Zhuang Bufan laughed and said: "Haha, learn from me, painting a tiger is not an anti-dog, since this is the case, I will use your tricks to convince you of losing." ”

As he spoke, Feng Mu also laughed at the tricky and strange tricks that Feng Mu used before, and the two quickly fought together again.

I only heard the sound of "bang" and kept remembering that the thatched house finally could not withstand the attack of the two teenagers and collapsed.

Ignoring the collapsed house, the two were a little tired, but still fighting with interest.

And An Miaoxin, who was fetching water by the river with the white ape, picked up a good-looking stone by the river, and she felt that there should be more such stones, so she patiently searched for it.

After a long time, she found another one and held the stone in her hand, but she was a little embarrassed, she originally wanted to give one of them to the silly boy Feng Mu, but when she thought that there was a deep Zhuang Bufan in the city, she couldn't help frowning, and now she was in trouble.

After thinking about it, she still commanded the big white ape to carry the water and walked back, where would she have thought that the thatched house had been demolished by the two little ancestors...... (To be continued.) )