The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 29 I know a little bit of everything
Looking at the dozens of iron rings on Zhao Zhiling's wrist, Huo Yunting frowned impossibly.

Isn't this a little contemptuous of yourself?

As a large category, Hong Fist has countless branches, Iron Line Fist is one of them.

Hongquan pays attention to the bridge hand, to put it bluntly, it is the strength training of the arm.And Iron Fist puts more emphasis on this.

The iron ring on the wrist is specially used for practicing, not sparring.

Now that Zhao Zhiling is beating him with the iron ring handcuffed, he can't understand it.

"Om~"

Zama step, straighten both arms and push forward suddenly, the iron rings collided and neighed.

On Dingjin Bridge, the tiger howled along with the trend, and the dragon chanted and punched.

Then he rushed forward, bent over and turned sideways, and punched out with both fists.

A punch went straight to the face, and a punch hit the crotch.

Tiger Crane Double Fist, Arhat strikes the bell.

Just by looking at this hand, you can tell that this practitioner is not putting on airs.

Huo Yunting regained his spirits, he blocked the two punches with his arms up and down.

As soon as the four arms touched, Huo Yunting sensed something was wrong.

The strength of these two punches was not very strong, and they all relied on the weight and hardness of the iron ring to resist him, and Zhao Zhiling himself seemed to have less energy and blood.

Both arms were shaken apart, Zhao Zhiling turned sideways with the strength of the rebound, and swung an iron arm down from top to bottom.

Shenglang throws hammer.

This punch was a big hit, Huo Yunting opened his left hand and poked straight at the elbow socket of the iron arm to open it.

However, it was followed by another iron arm that was also swung round.

When the four arms touched just now, the iron ring on one arm weighed at least two or three catties.

It's uncomfortable to hit the body with such a hard weight.

Lifting his leg and kicking, the suddenly lifted instep hit the iron ring, and there was a burst of buzzing on the court.

"Not only is his boxing skills high, but his leg skills are also so strong?"

Lin Keming looked at it and sucked in a breath of cold air.

If it is someone else, they will only learn one kung fu in their whole life.One can be called a master if he can practice to a transparent state and realize a little essence.

But how much more will this Huo Yunting have?

Others are greedy for more than they can chew, but judging by this kid's posture, although he is also greedy, he can digest it.

After this fight, Huo Yunting also noticed that Zhao Zhiling was far from being as full of blood as he appeared on the surface.

old.

No wonder the two iron rings had to be handcuffed. Without the bonus of these two iron rings, I'm afraid the power would be insufficient.

Zhao Zhiling was also shocked, he didn't expect this kid to be so skilled.

With a flick of both arms, there was a burst of ringing, and the chain of single pouring hammers fell down again.

Without waiting for him to get close, Huo Yunting kicked his legs in a double jump, and the insteps of his feet were precisely pressed against the sockets of his elbows to relieve the force.

While his hands and feet were invisibly parrying, he stepped forward in a chain and pressed his fist against his chest.

"Ok?"

Why don't you fight?If you don't hit me, hit me!

Zhao Zhiling was stunned for a moment, then punched the opponent's chest with two punches, and Huo Yunting also exerted strength in his dantian at the same time.

"jump!"

"boom"

Two voices, one big and one small.Huo Yunting and Zhao Zhiling retreated one after another.

It's just that Zhao Zhiling retreated a few steps and then stopped, while Huo Yunting retreated eight or nine steps before barely standing still.

Zhao Zhiling stared blankly.

He knows best how much strength is left in his pair of punches. It is the limit to make this kid take two or three steps back. How can there be so much power?

But then he realized that this kid was saving face for himself.

He is the president of the Hongquan Association, and he has thousands of disciples, and there are countless pairs of eyes watching him, which makes him lose face and is not good to anyone.

When he came back to his senses, he was shocked by the internal force of that punch just now.

Taking a breath of cold air into the lungs, he couldn't help shouting, "What a strong inner strength!"

This kid has pulled back his strength, this punch is not as strong as [-]% of the punches he just resisted me.

Zhao Zhiling looked at him with lingering fear, at such a young age, he has both internal and external skills, yet he is so strong!
Now he kind of recognized Huo Yunting's title of Chuanwu.This kind of talent is small even in ancient times when founding a sect and establishing a sect, it must be the legend of celebrities through the ages.

Huo Yunting closed his fists and stood up, glanced around, and grinned, "Who else?"

The crowd around was silent for a few seconds, and then quickly exploded the pot.

"I'll go! What's the situation? Master Zhao lost?"

"No way? Aren't the two a draw?"

"What do you mean by a strong inner strength? This Huo Yunting can also do qigong?"

"Wow, he wouldn't be some qigong master descending to earth, would he?"

Hearing the turbulent discussions around him, Zhao Zhiling shook his head imperceptibly.

How can something as fake and empty as qigong be compared with inner energy.

Boxing is afraid of the young.He lost this contest.

But this kind of internal strength is not the light work that those liars talk about using energy to control things.

For example, Tai Chi's coiling strength and Bruce Lee's one-inch fist are all a kind of internal force.

If it is more specific, it is like a taut spring, the moment it bounces off, the force must be the greatest.

If he can train his internal strength to this level, even in his prime, he may be in a difficult situation.

He took off the hoop and put on his coat, "Little brother, how old is this year?"

"20."

Only 20 years old?
"...Hehehe, when I fight against my little brother today, I just feel that my 60 years have been in vain."

Good guy, they are already 60 years old?

Now Huo Yunting was in awe.

The 60-year-old looks like he is 50 or [-] years old, so it is not an exaggeration to call him a grandpa.

He would rather compete with this young man than compete in skills, which shows that he is also a stubborn old man.

"Master Zhao, I admire your kung fu."

Zhao Zhiling waved his hand and asked what he was most concerned about.

"The opening hand is Bengquan, the two blocks are Baguazhang, the way of poking my elbow is a bit like poking my foot, the kicking and kicking are like Tan Kungfu, the last one is probably Jeet Kune Do How much effort do you really know?"

How much effort will it take?If you want to elaborate on this, it's off to the sea.

Some kung fu has been carried forward by later generations, and countless small branches have emerged.

There are also Taoists who take its essence and integrate it into weapons.

Just like the eighth-level boxing, although it is a boxing method, it also has equipment.

Such as big Liuhe knife, sliding big pole, walker stick, mandarin duck battleaxe, goose wing boring...

I don't know if what Master Zhao asked is a general idea, or it needs to be divided in detail.

Huo Yunting thought for a while and said, "I know a little bit of everything."

Man, that's crazy!

Someone poked Dong Zhihua who was sitting on the box, "Brother Dong, why don't you go up and try? Don't you know kung fu?"

Dong Zhihua's face darkened, wishing he could poke the man's ass with a stick.

Who is Zhao Zhiling?
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is Hong Quan No.1, right?

How many times has he passed under Huo Yunting's hands?
What does it mean for a layman to watch the excitement and an expert to watch the doorway.

From the point of view of this group of people who have never practiced martial arts, the two of them were fighting [-]-[-], and even Huo Yunting was even worse.

But Dong Zhihua is not.

He himself is the most famous Peking Opera short fighter in modern times. Although he cannot be said to have practiced real kung fu, he can definitely get a glimpse of it.

Huo Yunting's punch hit his chest clearly, but he didn't make a punch. He was still waiting for Mr. Zhao's counterattack, which was obviously to save face for him.

Master Hongquan can't even beat him. As a Beijing opera martial artist, he is more of a performer than a sparring player. If he goes up, he is asking for trouble.

"Let's go, one of the four little dragons of the Xiangjiang River hasn't spoken yet, so why should I join in the fun?"

　Every time I think about the sparring clips, I feel bald
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