At the end of the Ming Dynasty, I freely traveled through Yangshen

Chapter 47 Competition
Because if there are no accidents, in fact, this kind of practice without rules, only fighting methods and no supporting methods will make these battle-hardened veterans spend an extremely painful old age after passing the peak period of physical energy and blood.

Commonly known as his old age is unknown.

"Third assistant, you have been through sand battles for a long time, so you must know the fighting techniques of our Ming army very well."

When Wu Xiang and Wu Sanfu stood up, they heard Zhu Cixiang sizing them up and looking eager to try, "Are you interested in trying my hand at this?"

"Don't dare, I dare not."

Wu Xiang and Wu Sanfu, who had just stood up, looked at each other, not understanding what the prince was going to do, but Wu Sanfu's head was as disguised as a rattle, and he was not stupid. He was a tall and powerful man, and he wanted to be with the prince. I took action and hurt the Crown Prince at all. How can they have a good relationship in this inner school field today?
Maybe his brother Wu Sangui will have to send a black-haired person to a white-haired person and a black-haired person.

"Your Majesty, the dog is vulgar. It's not serious when you get angry. I'm afraid of hurting your precious body."

Wu Xiang also quickly declined, obviously not wanting his son to offend the prince.

"Prince, what are you doing?"

Wang Chengen didn't understand what Zhu Cixiang was going to do, but he also tried to dissuade him, "Why are you using force with him? What is your identity? What is his identity? If you are hurt, I can't deal with the empress and the emperor." ah."

"Admiral, sit down."

Without answering Wang Chengen's words, Zhu Cixiang pointed to an empty chair in front of him, "Don't worry, I have a sense of propriety."

"This…"

The father and son looked at you and I looked at me. They didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t until Zhu Cixiang pushed the chair in front of Wu Xiang that Wu Xiang carefully sat on the chair, but he only sat on half of his buttocks. , the other half did not dare to leave, looking frightened.

"Come on, Sansuke, let's have a try at this school ground to see what my recent results are!"

With one step and a jump, Zhu Cixi arrived in front of Wu Sanfu and struck Wu Sanfu with a palm strike, which turned into a punch in the air.

His punch was just like the one he tried with Zhu Chunjie before. His arm suddenly seemed to be stretched, crackling like exploding beans, the muscles and bones were ringing, and before the sound even fell, his fist was almost in front of Wu Sanfu.

"what?!"

An exclamation!
Wu Sanfu was shocked. He quickly retreated, his steps moving very fast, trying to distance himself from Zhu Cixiang, but Zhu Cixiang's fists that were close to Wu Sanfu's body were already coming down like pear blossoms with rain. In the blink of an eye, they were met with dozens or hundreds of punches. Wu Sanfu hit non-critical places all over his body.

Wu Sanfu wanted to fight back, but found that the meridians between the muscles and bones had been punched by Zhu Cixi at some point. The force was just right, not too big or too small, but it made a sore and numb feeling permeate the air. In the end, both arms were punched. Unable to lift an inch.

tread!
Zhu Cixiang threw out several punches, and when he saw that the distance between him and Wu Sanfu was slightly distanced, he went up and kicked him. Seeing this, Wu Sanfu had an idea and raised his belly high, just to meet Zhu Cixiang's kick. It was only then that Wu Sanfu did this It was discovered that Zhu Cixiang had already reduced his strength, so under this kick, Wu Sanfu only took a few steps back and did not fly backwards.

After taking a few steps back, Wu Sanfu could stand upright, but Zhu Cihong was right over there, motionless.

Wu Xiang frowned at the exciting fight between the two. He didn't expect that his son, who was so tall, would be beaten by such a thin person like the prince.

Is the prince powerful?Or is this the true strength of the Ouchi master? !The old man was shocked and confused.

"Assigned."

Zhu Cixiang put his hands behind his back, looking like a master, and commented, "Sanfu, this fight is due to my surprise, and it is also due to your inability to let go. However, the most taboo thing in martial arts fighting is fear. This time because of me Because of your identity as the prince, you were afraid and did not attack with all your strength, so that you lost the opportunity when I got close. However, if it were on the battlefield, it might be another situation. I could hit you without keeping a distance, but if I pulled you Keep your distance and you can shoot me to death with one shot."

"I don't dare, I don't dare. The prince is very skilled. I don't dare to lie. If we were really fighting for life and death just now, I might have died several times."

Wu Sanfu also came to his senses. He quickly saluted and thanked Zhu Cixiang, but he still had a doubt, "But the prince had a close fight with me before. How could he lose feeling and feel paralyzed in his arms?"

paralysis?Lost consciousness?
Wu Xiang and Wang Chengen also looked at Zhu Cixiang in surprise. They didn't expect that there was such a thing in the battle between the two that was not known to outsiders.

"It's okay to tell you that the technique I used before was a part of the martial arts created by the masters of Jinyiwei Dauchi more than 200 years ago. This martial art was lost during the Battle of Jingnan, but it was later discovered by me by chance. get."

Anyway, Jingnan was a very confusing time in the modern Ming Dynasty. Many things could not be explained clearly, so Zhu Cixang immediately gave Yangshen Martial Arts a Chinese identity, and then asked the three people, "Martial arts are profound and profound. , used in fighting, the enemy will be wiped out within a short distance. I punched you repeatedly at the third assistant, how many punches do you think I hit?"

Split muscles and bones? !

When did Jin Yiwei create this kind of martial arts?Wang Chengen listened to the questions one after another, but he heard from the Crown Prince that this thing was lost during the Battle of Jingnan, so he didn't think much about it. Anyway, the Crown Prince had already demonstrated it, and the martial arts should not be fake.

Wu Xiang on the side seemed to be fascinated by it.

Founded by the masters of Jin Yiwei, the muscle-splitting and bone-splitting hand that was lost in the Battle of Jingnan, and the recollection of the prince's agile body skills, and the pleasure of hitting the flesh with several punches in a short period of time, how do you think it looks like a folk saying? Ben, he couldn't help but asked.

"How many punches did the prince just hit?"

As soon as he said these words, he felt that the timing of his words was a little inappropriate, because the prince hadn't asked himself yet, but was asking his son Wu Sanfu.

However, Wang Chengen on the side smiled and said nothing, because he knew that Wu Xiang was likely to be the future Wu Guozhang and would become a relative of the emperor. This disrespect in front of the palace was nothing.

"About 30 punches."

Seeing that his father had already asked, Wu Sanfu just looked at Zhu Cixi eagerly, and after expressing his feelings, he waited for Zhu Cixiang's answer.

"Look again."

Brush and pull!

As soon as Zhu Cixiang finished speaking, he seemed to be gliding, and in one step he was in front of Wu Sanfu. Wu Sanfu also reacted. His eyes suddenly turned sharp, and his hands turned into knives, and he cut away at the position where Zhu Cixiang was. What wanted to respond to him was Zhu Cixiang's fingers that seemed to be strumming the strings of a piano.

　It will be available on April [-]st.

　　
　
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