The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 28
Shi Xingyu leaped forward with broken steps, his left leg suddenly lifted but stopped.

Tentative.

Huo Yunting's figure remained unchanged, with his hands still in his pockets, quietly looking at Shi Xingyu who was full of expression.

"This kid is safe in the game, and Tan Kui has taught him something real."

Hong Jinbao watched from the side and praised Shi Xingyu.

Fist south and kick north.Generally speaking, Nanquan refers to Hongquan (also refers to Taizuquan), and northern leg refers to Tan leg (also refers to poking foot).

As the most representative kung fu, it is naturally not to be underestimated.

As the saying goes:
There is a whip at the head of the road,

Two-way cross ghost pull drill,
Three-way hacking and smashing the wheels,
Four-way oblique kick, support and block,
Five-way lions play in water,
Six-way hook, split and twist single whip,
The seven-way phoenix spreads its wings,
Eight roads turn the golden stool to the sky,
Nine ways to capture the dragon and seize the jade belt,
The ten-way magpie climbs to the top of the plum,
Eleven winds swing the lotus leaf legs,

Twelve Ways of Mandarin Ducks
The combination of these twelve ways formed a Tan Kick with various moves and swift attack and defense.

How do you say that sentence?
The hands are two doors, and they beat people with their legs.

Tan legs and four hands, people and ghosts are worried when they see it.

Yuan Hua was not surprised by Shi Xingyu's leg skills.

This is the master who can represent Shaolin monks to visit dozens of countries to perform Kung Fu performances.Can the host let him go without any foundation?

He cared more about Huo Yunting.

Putting your hands in your pockets and not posing, it's just as crazy as it is.

But in the same way, no one knows what way he is using.

This was also the reason for Shi Xingyu's temptation.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, no longer hesitating.

Focus on the toes, poke the three feet continuously, and then point on the waist, neck, and head in turn.

The first two feet were shaken away by Huo Yunting's forearm, but the last foot was suddenly grabbed by both hands, and then the two arms quickly wrapped around the calf and pulled back hard.

Tai Chi!

Shi Xingyu frowned, grabbed the ground with his feet, and forcefully retracted the kicked foot, and took a few steps back again and again.

Is it a Tai Chi practitioner?

He was thinking, when Huo Yunting moved.

Step forward in a lunge, bend down, put the forearm of your left hand upright in front of you, and make a fist with your right hand and straighten it backward.The whole person is like a fully stretched bowstring, and like a tiger waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing Hong Jinbao, Yuan Hua, Lin Keming and others frowned.

Fist to hand, feet to hug.The pulling with one hand just now is absolutely correct in Tai Chi - but Tai Chi has such a posture of opening and closing?
Everyone was thinking about it, when Huo Yunting leaped forward, the tense bowstring was instantly pulled away, and before he could breathe, he got close to Shi Xingyu.

The clenched right arm swung clockwise in a semicircle, forming an elbow strike.

This elbow, without sparing any effort, just hit his chest, and his forearm hit his chest.

"boom!!"

Shi Xingyu lifted his feet off the ground and flew into the air.

But backwards.

With this elbow, he flew back three or four meters.

"Bang! Boom..."

This is the sound of falling to the ground and rolling repeatedly.

As the saying goes, it is better to receive ten punches than an elbow.

The moment his elbow hit his chest, Shi Xingyu lost consciousness.

Chest tightness, shortness of breath, eyes darkened, and I don't know what's going on after that.

One cubit, one cubit.

A master with [-]-way tan legs folded into Huo Yunting's hands.

"Hold your elbow!"

"You still practice eight-level boxing?!"

"It's just a competition, you have to make such a ruthless hand!"

"Call an ambulance!"

Sammo Hung, Yuan Hua and the others stood up in horror.

"Boy, are you trying to kill someone?!"

"People who practice martial arts, first raise three points of anger. The two seniors have never heard of this sentence, right?"

Standing up with his elbows back, Huo Yunting looked at Hong Jinbao and Yuan Hua.

"Call me from Beiping to Shencheng, raise another three points; the teachings of the few just now raise another three points, this is nine points of anger."

"This hand, I can't accept it."

"Snapped!"

Hong Jinbao slapped the table and glared.Lin Keming's voice came from not far away.

"It's okay! Shi Xingyu was simply stunned, his ribs were not broken, and he couldn't die!"

"Brother." Yuan Hua patted Hong Jinbao's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Nine points of evil spirit, but one point of kindness remains. People are fine."

Hong Jinbao nodded, his brows stretched a bit, but his expression was still serious, "It's good to teach martial arts, both Taijiquan and Bajiquan."

However, Huo Yunting shook his head.

"Gu Ang Fist."

Yuan Hua asked suspiciously, "Isn't that the top elbow of Bajiquan?"

Huo Yunting just shook his head, "Gu Ang Fist."

This is a kind of boxing that originated in Guangxi, and it is rarely circulated nowadays.

As for what the move was called just now, Huo Yunting didn't know either.

After all, the master who fought at the beginning only taught the moves and didn't mention the names.It's not easy for him to make up a nonsense and install it himself.

What is Gu Ang Boxing?
Although Hong Jinbao and Yuan Hua had never heard of it, they nodded with deep meaning in their faces.

Seeing their original expressions, Huo Yunting nodded in relief.

It turns out that some people have heard of Master Hu's boxing.

"What's wrong? They're all here in a daze."

When the atmosphere gradually fell into silence, Zhou Xingchi and Yuan Qiu with loose long hair walked in.

Then he saw Shi Xingyu who was unconscious at the side.

I soon realized it.

The boss with staring eyes.

"Isn't it? I've only been out for a few minutes and it's over?"

Yuan Qiu walked quietly to Hong Jinbao and Yuan Hua.

"Hey, Sanmao, what's the matter with this kid? It's like a trial in court."

She is Hong Jinbao's senior sister, and she always speaks carelessly.

She loves nicknames, Hong Jinbao is called Sanmao, Cheng Long is called Big Nose, and Yuan Heping is called Big Eye.

Even though they have become great figures, Yuan Qiu still prefers to be called by nicknames in private.

"I didn't tell you earlier, this kid's nickname is Chuanwu."

Yuan Qiu's eyes widened, "Wow, are you so crazy?"

"Even if he calls himself Chuanwu from the north, if he just uses Chuanwu as his nickname, he will definitely have a fight with the entire martial arts world..."

"Young man, I'm here to ask you for advice."

The surrounding crowd murmured, but a middle-aged man who was not tall suddenly stepped forward.

Although he has black hair, it's hard to hide his old state, and it's all supported by his energy.

The middle-aged man clasped his fists together, "I'm Zhao Zhiling, my father's disciple is Zhao Jiao, my father's disciple is Lin Shirong, he is his grandson."

Huo Yunting knew Lin Shirong's name. He was a master of Hongquan in Guangdong in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

He successively studied under Lin Fucheng, Huang Feihong and other masters.

His book "Tiger Crane Shuangxingquan" is now also the martial arts teaching material of the National Institute of Higher Physical Education.

This is a martial arts family with three generations of martial arts.

Huo Yunting didn't speak, just cupped his hands.

The elbow just now dispelled three points of his anger, but there are still six points left.

"The International Hongquan Zhao Zhiling Association founded by Zhao does not dare to say that it is famous overseas, but it has taught tens of millions of disciples. Zhao still dare not take the name of spreading martial arts."

"Young man, no matter how this name came about, if it falls on you, then you have to bear it. If you can't bear it, then give up!"

Zhao Zhiling is straight-hearted, he speaks directly when he has something on his mind, without beating around the bush.

Huo Yunting felt quite comfortable listening to it.

People who practice martial arts say that those twists and turns are too ink stains-soaked in the dye vat of the entertainment circle for a long time.

"Master Zhao, the name of passing on martial arts was given by many seniors. Logically speaking, they taught me Kung Fu, so I should call him master."

"If you ask me to give up the name of Chuanwu, that is to refute the face of my 47 masters. Today, we have to draw a line."

For this sake, there is no need to say the rest.

Zhao Zhiling took off his shirt, took out a box, put dozens of iron rings on his wrists, clasped his fists together, "Hong Family Iron Wire Fist, Zhao Zhiling!"

"Ren Qiu Chuanwu, Huo Yunting."

After all, put on the posture of Beng Fist.

Hehe, Twelve Tan Legs, Hong Family Iron Wire Fist?

The south fist and the north kick are all together.

ps: I wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day, why didn't you wish yesterday?
Because I'm afraid everyone is busy at night
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I'm not busy^
　send it early today
　　
　
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