Zhang Hu exhaled and punched out!

Punching out of the tiger and tiger, there is a hidden evil wind, it is the first type of Tiangang boxing method "Seven Star Bucket Handle" -

Everyone was stunned, Zhang Hu was startled, Wuzen's figure shook slightly, but he smiled: "What a strong way! Look at Wuzen!" As he spoke, he punched the ground, and he hit it flatly, and he was just as strong as he slammed, but it was in the middle abdomen! Everyone was shocked again, and then saw Zhang Hu snort and took three steps back, bending over and hunching over his stomach as if he were big: "Okay, good, so strong!"

Talking sizzling, he snorted and gasped, and the beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead dropped by drop.

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other for a while.

"If you want it, you have to get it!" Zhang Hu gasped for a moment, and suddenly stood up and laughed: "Little monk, Fang Cai himself only used thirty percent of his strength, and he had the courage to take another punch!" Wu Chan stood up and looked very solemn: "Yes!" He said three percent, he is three percent, Wu Chan believes him, but Wu Chan is not afraid. Zhang Hu was lucky, and he punched ten percent of his strength, his body was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and his fist was like a heavy hammer falling, and he had the potential to open the stele and crack the stone!

There was a muffled sound of "flutter", a soft sound of "click", and then I saw that Wuchan took a step back, and said with admiration on his face: "Sure enough, it's so powerful!"

Zhang Hu touched his shoulder with his hand, his right arm hung down softly, and three words were clearly written on his face.

No. Can. Yes.

It is impossible to defeat completely, it is impossible to dislocate, how is it possible?

It must have been a dream.

The dream is vague, but the sound of color is heard.

What a bold look! What a hard work! Everyone applauded and praised the little monk for his true deeds!

It's over, it's over, but one and a half moves will be defeated, Zhang Hu stood in the middle of the field in a daze, bowing his head and only hating that there was no seam!

"Stand down! Zhao Long!"

The old man frowned and shouted, and immediately sent another fierce general!

Zhang Hu retreated, and Zhao Long went up.

Zhao Long is the person who holds the flag, described as fierce and capable, and the javelin is like a straight stand, and he is as majestic as a dragon!

The enemy changed horses, and the soldiers were generally happy.

Whoever comes is the same, for Wuzen, as long as there is a comparison.

The little monk didn't know, don't take it lightly, this person is the number one master under the command of the Yang Sect Master: "Tiangang Zhao Long, please-"

"Little monk has no Zen, please. ”

"Make a move!"

"Please make a move. ”

"You come first!"

"Donor, please. ”

Zhao Long frowned and said, "Little monk, you don't have to be polite!, Zhao will let you make three moves!" Wuchan said respectfully: "Yes." "Then he punched out, and he went straight to the middle. Zhao Long retreated and dodged, Wu Chan stepped up and punched, and in the blink of an eye, the three moves had passed, and Zhao Long was secretly shocked in his heart! These punches were plain and indifferent, and there was nothing surprising about them, but they made this little monk peaceful, and there was a hidden momentum! What a little monk, isn't this punch exactly?

Eighteen Arhats!

It is that no one in the martial arts knows it, no one in Buddhism knows it, the most basic introductory boxing method of Zen Buddhism, the eighteen Arhats. The more Wu Chan fights, the more energetic he becomes, punch after punch, punch after punch, dense and fast, fast and fierce, and there is a sound in his mouth for a while! Zhao Long calmly avoided more than a dozen moves, and raised his voice and smiled: "Not bad, little monk, you come to take the move!"

Tiangang palm method.

Tiangang, the handle of the Big Dipper, Taoism cites it as the god of the thirty-six stars in the Big Dipper. Thirty-six Tiangang of Shuibo Liangshan, plus seventy-two earthly demons, a total of 108 heroes, leading thousands of troops and horses, that is to dominate the green forest, rob the rich and help the poor, majestic spirit! That is far away, the constellation is the constellation, the legend is the legend, just talking about this Tiangang palm method, it is really extraordinary! This palm method is the master of Yang Laomen's collection of lifelong learning, the fusion of the strength of hundreds of schools, after more than a dozen cold and summer creations.

Tiangang Tiangang complements each other!

On the palm of the stars, there are a total of 36 styles, take the road of fierce and fierce, and there is also a change of ingenuity implied in it, which can be described as a stunt in the town gate! No coincidence, the little monk makes it is the eighteen Arhats, and look at the Arhats who are high and who is low, who is weak and who is strong!

In the blink of an eye, dozens of hands were fought, and a set of eighteen Arhats without Zen turned over and over, and they were still a hundred times the spirit, and one move after another, and it was difficult to gain the upper hand! Zhao Long became more and more frightened the more he fought, and he only felt a faint pain in the strength of his forearms, and he didn't feel a slight sense of anxiety in his heart! Suddenly, he saw a style of "Arhat Raising a Bowl" with both fists sent to the middle palace straight in, Zhao Long shouted, closed his chest and stretched his abdomen, and his right foot popped up: "Medium!"

It is precisely the "Kui Xing Kick Fight", which has both offense and defense and takes the left rib directly! The move of no Zen remains unchanged, the two fists are flat and flat, and the fierce and decisive are absolutely indomitable! Zhao Long secretly said that it was not good, and he was in a dilemma for a while, and when he was slightly distracted, he "pounced" twice, and punched the left and right sides of his chest! At this moment, his right foot swept into the left rib of Wuzen, and it was also a "bang"! Zhao Long suffocated his chest, retracted his legs and flew back, and finally avoided ninety percent of his strength, and his chest pain was not hindered for a while.

Who wins, who loses?

Everyone was at a loss and silent for a while.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Long smiled: "Good kung fu, I lost." He nodded slightly, turned around and left. Wu Chan shook his head again and again, and shouted: "No! No, don't go, come and fight Wu Chan again!" Zhao Long didn't look back, Zhao Long was convinced, Zhao Long was defeated neatly, and he recognized it simply, so he lost and was also a bright and upright hero! ”

Old Master Yang didn't say anything, just patted his shoulder and smiled, looking at Wuzen and said with a smile: "What a little monk! Okay, good, the old man will come to meet you for a while!" "The elite can't take down a small soldier of the other party, or a young general? Still, a general! Come and come, the truth is known, if you want to capture this heroic little monk, you have to see the old man talk about the youthful madness! The old master of the Yang family slowly stepped forward, looked at the monk with a smile, and his eyes were soft and kind: "Little monk, you have done a good job in this set of eighteen Arhats!"

The monk Wuzen was praised, and he was so beautiful that he patted his bald head and smirked: "Yes, yes, hehe, hehe." The little monk was naïve, and the more Yang Tiangang looked at it, the happier he became, and he was even more kind for a while: "Little monk, your boxing method has not yet been cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, and now it is not as good as Uncle Yang's mine." Wu Chan was stunned, and then said respectfully: "Yes!" He said that no Zen can be compared, no Zen is incomparable, Wu Chan believes in everyone: "Uncle Yang." ”

The little monk is honest and obedient, and the old man is a lot older, so why bother with a child? Moreover, the two sides are already fighting for will, and there is no deep hatred or hatred, so what if they win this battle? Yang Tiangang smiled and bowed his head, and he had the intention of stopping for a while. Turning around, the voice of low discussion began, how is Tiangangmen, how is the old hero, how is the defeat of a few battles, how is the retreat, especially the tengu and the one, two, three, and four screamed the most, crossed their waists and glared at everyone, and shouted loudly at everyone, talking nonsense, no matter how dare to preach, you can no longer say it! Intimidation is only temporary, how can you block the mouth of the people in the world?

Fame, fame, Yang Tiangang sighed secretly and said with a smile: "Little monk, come, Uncle Yang will give you a few tricks." ”

Fame, fame, fame, helpless.

When the red said in the sky, the sky light poured out, and he punched it without Zen, and it was bright and bright, as majestic as a fierce saying! Yang Tiangang gently opened it with one palm, and the clouds were light and the wind was light, just like the sky. Suddenly, an old man and a young man are in one place, the big red jacket and bald head are shining, the purple brocade robe and white hair are fluttering, dazzling and dizzying, countless eager eyes rise and fall, and the Dao Dao fist wind and fist shadow will pluck the heartstrings again-

The little soldier is a blockbuster, turning into a young general, this time against the veteran, who will win this one?

"Little Monk, Little Monk!" cheered and exclaimed, and everyone finally couldn't help shouting and cheering: "Little Monk! Little Monk!" It's not that the reputation of the old hero is ruined, and people's hearts are always on the weak side. For a moment, Wuzen had already fallen into the downwind, defending more and attacking less for a while, and seeing that it was precarious! Yang Tiangang was originally calm and relaxed, advancing and retreating freely, but at this moment, he frowned again. If a person drinks water, he knows whether he is warm or cold. The little monk's boxing method is ordinary, and the boxing path is also expected, but it is a strict gateway in defeat, and the old hero Yang seems to have the upper hand, but he can't take advantage of it, and he can't take it!

Eighteen Arhats, the little monk makes it very good.

It's even better than it looks!

After fighting for a while, Wu Chan was still fierce and fierce, hitting one after another, ordinary eighteen arhats, eighteen arhats over and over again, back and forth was only eighteen arhats! The attack was like a bold sword, punctuality was solid, and it was obvious that there were flaws everywhere, and it was difficult to perform the work! However, a set of ordinary boxing methods, is it difficult to give him flowers? Yang Tiangang was surprised and surprised in his heart, and he had already used seven successful powers to make his palm, just to see how long the little monk could last!

The same is the eighteen Arhats, the same is the Tiangang palm method, the young general is just fighting with that Zhao Long, the veteran palm [***] is more than one step higher, at this time the veteran out of the horse how can the young general not let much? Strange! Yang Lao Men Master was surprised and surprised, and at the moment the palm was like the wind and attacked again and again, just to explore this little monk who had seen his eyes away.

Can't detect, high and low, can't detect, strong is strong!

This set of eighteen Arhat little monks has come to be extremely familiar and flowing, and the moves are spontaneous, and it is clear that they have tended to the realm of harmony and wishfulness! Fang is Fang Cai, now is the present, Fang Cai Wuzen monk was hit by Zhang Hu's two palms Zhao Long's legs, and at this time, Yang Tiangang couldn't even add a finger to his body under the door! What an eighteen Arhats! What a little monk without Zen! He was like this at a young age, but he didn't know that he was: "Little monk, where is your teacher?"

Yang Tiangang calmly took out his palm, opened his mouth and asked with a smile, but he didn't know that the little monk knew that he was suffering, and he only saw that the palm shadow around his body was like a mountain and the offensive was like a tide. At this time, it is different from that time, Wu Zen really does not dare to hold up, no Zen's hard work only resists hard force, and no Zen knows that if a blow is made, he is only afraid that he will be defeated immediately, because Master Lingshi said that the King Kong without Zen is only a small success, and the realm of Dacheng is still 108,000 miles away!

"That's it!" Yang Tiangang is already in his hands to win, and he is ready to send a winning blow when he urges his palm power at the moment!

"Nanshan Zen. ”

A shrill and thin voice suddenly emerged from the crowd, fluttering and lingering in the ears. Yang Tiangang was shocked, and his heartstrings shook violently for a while: "Nanshan! Zen Buddhism! It turns out that he is-" The thought turned, and he hesitated again: "The little monk is a famous teacher, and the big monk is also from Zen Buddhism, monk, monk, it is not good that he is dressed in white, not good! There is also a famous old monk there who is famous all over the world, and it is said that his temper is stinky, hard, and extremely protective, and I am afraid that the matter today is ......."

The old man Yang was in a state of confusion, and he lunged and kneeled with both hands, and a style of "Arhat sitting on a deer" was sent to him! The old master of Yang suddenly realized that it was too late to block and dodge for a while, so he had to take a step back. Unexpectedly, as soon as the little monk sat down, he bounced up, only to hear the sound of "Tong", like a little calf without Zen, and put his head on his stomach! Yang Lao Hero staggered back a few steps, and sat down on the ground with a buttocks: "Iron Head Gong!";