The Sims of the Realms

Chapter 17 Kung Fu, one horizontal and one vertical

The moon is hazy.

On the street, a figure shuttled quickly.

There is always an unknown fire in Lin Weiran's heart, and he will be unhappy if he doesn't vent it. This is his blood as a warrior.

People who practice martial arts are full of vigor.

When encountering injustice, people often kill people violently.

That's why there is a saying that chivalry uses martial arts to violate the ban.

But now, Lin Weiran doesn't care about these at all, and if he can't vent his anger, it will accumulate in his heart, and there will be obstacles in the way of martial arts.

He practiced martial arts.

What is a national art, only killing, not performing!
Wang Cheng walked with seven or eight people unhurriedly. The mission failed, and he was somewhat upset. Suddenly, the hairs on his body exploded.

Intuition told him there was danger.

"Wait, someone is behind!"

The young man next to Wang Cheng immediately looked back, "There is no one, Boss, did you feel wrong..."

Before the words fell, Wang Cheng's ears moved slightly.

"Friend, you followed us all the way alone, do you still want to go home with me for dinner?" Wang Cheng said loudly.

Lin Weiran had no choice but to come out.

Seeing that there were indeed people following, several young people were about to rush over carrying sticks, but were stopped by Wang Cheng's hand.

He looked at Lin Weiran with some familiarity.

"You are Lin Yiqi's son," Wang Cheng was surprised, "If I remember correctly, you pierced the hole in your house door, and you want to take revenge after me?"

Lin Weiran did not deny it.

"There is resentment for resentment, and there is revenge for revenge."

"Are you still taking revenge? Hahahaha!"

Several young people couldn't help laughing.

"Boss, just leave this trivial matter to us." The young man nicknamed Mazi beside Wang Cheng volunteered.

"You? He punched through the door. Do you think you are harder than the door?" Wang Cheng looked at him and said jokingly.

Without waiting for a reply, Wang Cheng said to himself: "Punch through the door with a good force, otherwise Lin Yiqi and the others would be dead."

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Weiran again

"Randao has his rules, according to the rules, we can't do anything to you, it won't hurt your family, but it will be easy if you come after us.

There are some problems I can't solve and I have to take a step back and solve the people who caused the problems, boy, the water in the Landau is deep, and you are still too young. "

"Who do you think you are? The water is deep and you are too young. Why don't you call yourself Pan Changjiang? Let's see the real chapter without talking too much."

"Young people, don't be too arrogant!"

Wang Cheng rushed half a step before he finished speaking, and punched brazenly.

Seeing this, Lin Weiran propped up his elbows to block, using both hands and feet, and was about to kick, when Wang Cheng changed his move, it turned out to be Liangyi elbow.

"Bajiquan!"

Among the many types of boxing, Taijiquan and Bajiquan are the most famous. There is Taiji in literature to secure the world, and Baji in martial arts to determine the universe.

Bajiquan is Zhiyang Zhigang. It is known as punching Bajiquan. Bajiquan means extremely far.

Bajiquan is good at using elbows, and Liangyi elbow is famous. There is a saying in boxing scriptures: the fist is light, the palm is heavy, and the elbow is deadly.

Elbow strike is the way of Bajiquan.

Lin Weiran's hands are like knives, and he clamps sheep and horses under his crotch. He takes two and a half steps, and his walking distance does not exceed four street bricks. He fights and talks and laughs freely in the narrow alleys.

"What a kid, but she actually practices Wing Chun. This kind of woman is so weak that she can only be beaten in front of Bajiquan."

A trace of sarcasm flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes.

Although he talks a lot, his boxing skills are good, his moves are simple and concise, fierce and crisp, and his skill of shaking his feet and exerting strength must be ten years old.

At this moment, Wang Cheng stomped forward, and his body slammed like a mountain, with a fast and fierce speed.

The ground trembled from his shock.

"Iron Mountain!"

Tieshan is unstoppable like a bear hitting a tree.

Lin Weiran hadn't figured out Wang Cheng's strength yet, and he didn't dare to resist this ultimate move. He turned sideways and kept facing Wang Cheng.

This is the centerline theory of Wing Chun.

Between two points, the straight line is the shortest, and masters fight each other, earning every inch. The center line theory of Wing Chun boxing is quite scientific in Lin Weiran's opinion.

Not only that, Wing Chun also has a characteristic, the time of defense is also the best time to attack.

The transition between offense and defense is in an instant.

The signature of Wing Chun boxing, the Japanese word Punch!
The Japanese punch is recognized as the fastest punch!
Lin Weiran's fists fell like a violent storm, Wang Cheng put his hands on his chest, and suddenly, he leaned forward and opened and closed.

The top of the fan was raised and punched vigorously, like a tiger climbing a mountain, and after receiving a wave of Japanese punches from Lin Weiran, Wang Cheng also became angry.

Bajiquan's ultimate move is rolling in!

The tiger climbs the mountain hard!He slapped Lin Weiran brazenly, and went straight to the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head. The Baihui acupoint is the intersection of the line connecting the two ears and the midline of the top of the human head.

If the Baihui acupoint is hit, life and death are up to the sky.

Lin Weiran raised his elbows to the top of his head, and Wangcheng's attacks continued continuously. First, the tiger climbed the mountain with all his strength, and then the King of Hades poured water three times, and shot the cannon from the ground.

"So strong! So fierce! Good boxing!"

Lin Weiran's eyes were bright, and he said three good words in a row. Wing Chun pays attention to the first attack, and the external performance is often a master who forbears and does not say anything.

It is difficult to play such a fierce momentum.

At this moment, seeing the unparalleled strength of Bajiquan, Lin Weiran even had an urge to switch to Bajiquan.

"Master may kill me..."

Lin Weiran didn't dare to be distracted any longer. In the battle between masters, the outcome is often in an instant, and the inseparable fight with Wang Cheng shows that the two are of equal strength.

"The boss can't take this kid down for a while, so fuck him!" the young man nicknamed Mazi gave an order.

Seven or eight people rushed forward.

"You bastards! Who told you to come!" Wang Cheng's forehead was bulging, and he yelled at everyone.

This is a duel of martial arts, which is related to the dignity of a warrior. Even if he wins Lin Weiran in the end, he will still be stigmatized as an invincible victor.

"Boss, kill him, who knows what happened, the times are advancing, and the thinking must also be improved. Only by unscrupulous means can great things be achieved."

Mazi rushed the fastest.

Lin Weiran glanced at him.

Makes sense, makes sense.

"But after all, I only used half of my strength. In terms of moves, we are evenly matched, but it is not difficult for me to kill him."

Lin Weiran's fist strength exceeds [-] kilograms.

What is this concept?tyrannical!

Ordinary people would be injured if scratched, and would die if touched. Lin Weiran punched like a dragon, hitting Wang Cheng's body with muffled sounds.

"That's great! How could the gap be so big?" Wang Cheng's face changed, and the originally anxious situation changed drastically in an instant.

Lin Weiran's figure was ups and downs, and his fists were blowing. Suddenly Lin Weiran turned around, and a mark was inserted straight into Wang Cheng's eyes.

Bloody.

"Tears" flowed from Wang Cheng's eyes.

Why do his eyes often contain "tears"?
Because of kung fu, two characters, one horizontal and one vertical.

Win, stand, lose, lie down.

Lin Weiran waved his hand like a whip and knocked Wangcheng several meters away. This moment happened in the blink of an eye, and Mazi and others hadn't even touched the corner of Lin Weiran's clothes.

"You guys don't talk about martial arts!"

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(End of this chapter)