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Chapter 373
Mr. Li's expression was sometimes dignified, sometimes puzzled, and finally said casually: "The Killing Fist was already perfect when it was created, and there is no way to change it. You kid didn't use a few tricks in a mess, did you?"

In order to create this kung fu, the whole army called up more than 30 masters of martial arts, studied it for several months, and finally deleted, deleted, and constantly experimented to achieve the killing punch.

These more than 30 people are all masters, and their subordinates have lost countless lives.

After all, there are no simple people who can be active on the battlefield. If they were not ruthless, they would have died long ago.

When the enemy meets, life and death are usually separated within a few seconds, either you die or I die. If things go on like this, only the ruthless and the masters can survive.

Not to mention these martial arts masters, every time they go to the battlefield, they have to take a dozen heads. In hand-to-hand combat, a big knife and a pair of iron fists are invincible.

More than 30 of them almost covered the mainstream sects at that time, and some were even masters of one sect.

If it weren't for a military order, it would be extremely difficult to gather so many people together. In peacetime, no one would hand over all the unique skills of their own family.

But in that war-torn era, everyone didn't think much about it. When the order arrived, it was executed.

More than 30 people stayed in one courtyard, discussing and exchanging ideas every day, and it took half a year to complete this set of killing punches.

Fortunately, Ding Xiu, in just a few days, he dared to say that he had added a new trick to the original, and young people were not afraid of flashing their tongues when they talked big.

But it's understandable if you think about it, it's probably just a random trick.

Who can do this, the old lady in the park can do it.

"Old squad leader, no." Zhang Wei explained: "Xiu Gejia's move is very powerful, and it completely fits the style and essence of Killing Fist. Our captain is full of praise."

"It's so evil, call and take a look?"

Zhang Wei cast his eyes on Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu got up, clasped his fists and cupped his hands: "I still have something to do today, next time, don't bother senior."

He came here to find someone to fight with. The old man has no apprentices, so it is impossible for him to drag a person in his seventies and eighties to fight, and it would be meaningless to win.

Especially when he heard that Killing Fist was not created by one person, he had no intention of staying any longer.

Since you can't fight, there's no point in staying any longer.

I just feel a little regretful, regretting that I was born in the wrong age, so I couldn't fight against those seniors.

"Ah." Zhang Wei was dumbfounded.

He didn't understand why Ding Xiu was leaving suddenly.

"Leave Lao Zhang."

Ding Xiu said something, and handed out a business card to the old man with a smile: "This is my phone number. If Mr. Li encounters any trouble in the future, you can call me at any time."

"Oh." Li Mancang smiled, holding the business card between his fingers, and said meaningfully: "Thank you very much."

Now he is even more sure that Ding Xiu's so-called creation of a move is completely nonsense.

Probably because he was afraid of being exposed, so he ran away.

After the two left, Li Mancang came to the eaves of the yard, lay on the recliner, touched the business card given by Ding Xiu, and threw it away.

"Snapped!"

In the next second, the business card flew out and stuck deeply in a small tree a few meters away, almost breaking the branch as thick as a little finger.

At the entrance of the alley, Zhang Wei got into the car and turned on the ignition, and said to Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, why don't you stay longer, Mr. Li is actually quite powerful."

Ding Xiu looked ahead with deep eyes: "He can't, he can't fight anymore."

Zhang Wei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You really want to fight against others. At such an age, you are not afraid to play good or bad."

"But if it's just an ordinary sparring, it shouldn't be a big deal. Mr. Li is a senior, and he has also practiced Baji. It is good for you to have his advice. Why do you think you left? It was hard to find someone."

Ding Xiu shook his head slowly: "It's just that ordinary sparring is boring, and he is not my opponent in real combat, so I am too lazy to fight."

Zhang Wei looked sideways: "No way, although Mr. Li is old, but he exploded with all his strength, you may not be able to take him down in a short time, brother Xiu. You also saw the water tank in the yard. The old man's family is old, and his skills may not be old. "

They all came down from the battlefield. Zhang Wei knew how terrifying this kind of people were.

Because he had competed with Ding Xiu, he more or less knew Ding Xiu's background, he was really good, so there was nothing to say.

But if you want to take down Mr. Li in a short period of time, it may be difficult, and if you are not lucky, you will capsize in the gutter.

Ding Xiu sighed and said, "You don't understand. If he wants to win, I have to use all his strength. With his body, if he does it a few more times, even if he wins, he will suffer a serious illness."

Only when the spirit, energy and spirit are united can one strike vigorously, and every blow is a consumption of the body.

As people get older, not only their spirits will be weak, but their physical functions will also decline. The so-called health and energy refining can only delay this process.

Mr. Li is getting old, and if he fights against himself, he can't win without using force. Once he uses force, it will consume a lot of his body. If he fights a few more times, it will only forcefully squeeze his body's functions.

At his age, a fight is no more traumatic than an operation.

Ding Xiu was unwilling to do such immoral things.

As for Zhang Wei's advice, he didn't take it to heart, it's not because he was conceited, in Bajiquan, someone who can give him advice probably hasn't been born yet.

"Oh, I'm afraid of being young and strong." After sighing, Zhang Wei rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Li is not your opponent, why don't you teach me Baji, and when I learn it, I will fight with you." , at my age, it shouldn't be a big problem to play with you for ten or eight years."

Ding Xiu laughed: "You miss my kung fu for a day or two, don't you?"

When he usually fights, he is learning Zhang Wei's fighting style, so why isn't Zhang Wei learning from him.

It's just that passing on martial arts is no better than modern fighting, and it's basically impossible to rely on stealing a teacher to learn skills.

There is no one to point out, if you practice by yourself, you can make people useless.

Even if you can practice a shape and character, you can't get started without a god, and those formulas are passed down from generation to generation.

Driving the car, Zhang Wei didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Hey, didn't I want you to drive more comfortably? How about it? Do you want to think about it?"

"Of course, I understand if it's inconvenient for you if you are a master."

Ding Xiu stroked his chin and said, "There is no taboo. I am the only one who has passed down our school to this generation. I can teach whoever I want."

"If you really want to learn, I'll teach you. I have a crash course here, and I just use you as an experiment."

Zhang Wei's eyes lit up: "This relationship is good, just try it, don't treat me like a human being."

It is really difficult for him to start from Zama step and learn step by step.

As far as he knew, those who practiced martial arts, who didn't use the horse stance for three to five years at the beginning, later exercised, practiced moves, and dismantled moves. After ten or eight years, it was considered fast after a set of moves.

It is a fool not to have a crash course.

"Okay, let's go straight back to the yard."

In the courtyard, Ding Xiu changed into a suit of clothes and began to teach Zhang Wei Kung Fu.

In the same way, take the horse step first.

However, the zama stance he taught was different from that taught by ordinary martial artists, and he continued to explain while teaching.

"The meaning of gait is mainly about stability, a training for leg strength. In fact, it is more about letting you understand your muscles and coordinate your limbs."

"Riding a horse, you know, the zigzag step, just like riding a horse, with five fingers gripping the ground, the calf strength is tight, all the way to the thigh, waist, spine straight, fists clenched... How do you feel now?"

"I want to punch it out."

"By the way, that's it, but it's not the time to punch. You have rich fighting experience, good physical fitness, and have your own understanding of fighting. If you want to practice Baji strength as quickly as possible, there is still a chance."

"Follow my tutorial and take it slowly. It will also be good for your lumbar spine. Just treat it as a recovery."

From this day on, every morning, noon and night, Zhang Wei walked in the yard for an hour, and Ding Xiu taught him a set of Bajiquan exercises.

In his spare time, Zhang Wei practiced in the yard.

After a week, there are already some rudiments of Bajiquan.

After being thoroughly familiar with the training method, Ding Xiu did not teach the fighting method, but taught the killing boxing.

After practicing Baji and then Shaquan, Zhang Wei seemed to have a different feeling, his punches were smoother, and he had a more thorough understanding of some moves.

Changing constantly between killing boxing and Bajiquan practice, Zhang Wei's kung fu has reached a new level.

Seeing this, Ding Xiu began to teach Bajiquan how to fight, but it was not complete, but a few fragmented moves, which coincided with the Baji moves in Killing Fist.

With Ding Xiu as the master, Zhang Wei's killing fist improved by leaps and bounds.

That's right, for Zhang Wei, the biggest improvement is not Bajiquan, but killing boxing.

He has just started Bajiquan, so he is not proficient in it, but he has practiced Shaquan for many years before, but because he doesn't know the strength and the essence of Bajiquan, his understanding of this kung fu has always remained on the superficial moves.

Now Ding Xiu is helping to shape the shape, constantly explaining Bajiquan, and teaching him how to fight. All of a sudden, he exploded.

He was originally a master in the army, but now he has accumulated a lot of accumulation, and his progress is naturally rapid.

"what!"

On this day, in the yard, Ding Xiu fought Zhang Wei again, snorted twice, Zhang Wei's foot was heavily stomped, and his fist suddenly blasted out.

The power of this punch was beyond his imagination, as if it could break the world, and it was omnipotent.

"boom!"

Ding Xiu didn't dodge or dodge, but crossed his hands in front of his chest and received the punch from the front.

With one punch, he took two steps back.

"Huh!" After being punched, Ding Xiu took a deep breath and shook his numb and tingling arm.

On the opposite side, after punching out, Zhang Wei almost couldn't stand still, just like that, after a shiver, he couldn't do it.

Not just physical exhaustion, but more mental exhaustion.

"Is this strength?" Zhang Wei was delighted: "If I can keep doing this..."

He finally played it, and the power is really extraordinary, so strong.

If this state can continue, he feels that even Tyson will be killed by him.

It's too fierce, the power of one punch has been multiplied several times, and a few more punches, who can stop it?

"You want to fart." Ding Xiu interrupted Zhang Wei's fantasy: "Look at your palm."

Zhang Wei opened his hands, his rough palms were wet and sweaty.

Ding Xiudao: "Different kung fu requires different methods of practicing jin, but it is generally accepted that if you want to play jin, you must unite your spirit, energy, and spirit."

"You haven't found the trick now, it's just an accidental combination of energy and spirit that you hit this blow. If you want to enter the room, let's talk about it when you can hit it hard."

"However, based on my inference, in terms of your physical and mental state, even after getting familiar with it, you can only hit it three or four times in a short period of time at most."

Zhang Wei's situation is special. He has retired from the special forces. He has excellent fighting skills, understands the body structure, and has strong physical fitness.

In order for him to be able to strike the power of Bajiquan, Ding Xiu first let him do the horse-riding step, cooperate with Baji's boxing frame and training method, and after he was familiar with it, he taught him the most suitable moves for the strength.

Relying on his previous foundation and foundation, as well as Ding Xiu's sparring partner who can make unscrupulous moves, Zhang Wei really did it in a short period of time.

Ding Xiu's approach was actually a trick.

It's a bit like cramming teaching. He asks students to memorize whatever is required for the exam, and he also specializes in big questions.

To be able to fight hard for the first time, in addition to Ding Xiu's targeted education and Zhang Wei's good foundation, the most important thing is that Ding Xiu fights with him every day.

Kung fu is not practiced, it is played.

Only by constantly fighting with people can you improve your skills.

Ding Xiu's kung fu is strong, Zhang Wei doesn't have to hold back when fighting with him, every time he fights with all his strength and without any scruples, as time goes by, his skill will naturally increase quickly, and it will be a matter of time before he hits hard.

But having said that, even though Zhang Wei's killing punch is powerful, if he is not allowed to use this set of punches and only uses Sanda fighting methods, his attack power will actually remain the same.

"Only three or four times?" Zhang Wei clicked his tongue.

Three or four times, if he hit Tyson, it was probably a bit harsh. If he didn't grasp the timing well, or if he was dodged, he probably hit the street mostly.

Ding Xiu said lightly: "It's quite a lot. This is already the limit of ordinary martial arts practitioners. If it goes higher, it's not something that ordinary people can reach."

Tyson once said that fighting is not just about the body, the strength of the body only accounts for 15.00%, and the strength of the mind accounts for 80.00%.

Ordinary people may be a little confused when they hear this.

But for those who are proficient in fighting, the proportion of spiritual power in combat is indeed not small.

For those who practice martial arts, especially those who fight vigorously, they have a deeper understanding of this sentence.

Only when the spirit, energy and spirit are united can one play vigorously, and what consumes the most is not the strength of the body, but the spirit.

Three or four times in a short period of time is not the limit of human beings, but the limit of human spirit. If there is more, the spirit will be overdrawn.

Once the spirit is overdrawn, people will be sluggish, usually lack of concentration, prone to drowsiness, and dazed.

The limbs are controlled by the brain. If the brain goes wrong, the coordination and aggression of the body will drop significantly.

"Then how many times can you play?" Zhang Wei asked his own doubts, he wanted to know how big the gap between himself and Ding Xiu was.

"do not know."

There were only three words to answer him.

Ding Xiu really didn't know how many shots he could hit, because he hadn't tried it, and no one was worthy of his full shot.

The last time I used all my strength was when the Ming border was fighting against the Tartars. Between life and death, I can't remember how many times I used it. In the end, I didn't even bother to move my fingers. When I closed my eyes, I woke up and it was this world.

He died directly.

Death to the fullest.

(End of this chapter)