Sister Flower's Bodyguard

Chapter 185: The 36 Ways of Boxing!

Facts have proved that after knowing that Pan Hongsheng lied to him, the little boy really gained a lot of wisdom after learning that Pan Hongsheng lied to him. He even ignored the young man who suddenly appeared in his sight. A big but strong fist hit, and there was a 'bang', which Pan Hongsheng could hear from far away.

Pan Hongsheng didn't pay much attention at first, but after listening to the steady and powerful "bang bang" sound mixed with the whistling cold wind, she finally couldn't help but look at the little boy.

In the cold wind, the little boy kept punching, each time at different angles, but Pan Hongsheng saw that after such a short time, the edges and corners of the ice cube turned white.

This is caused by breaking the ice tissue structure, that is to say, in such a short period of time, this little boy has...

Pan Hongsheng gasped, thinking that this kid was clearly making fun of him, but now he had to admit painfully that this kid wasn't joking, and he could do it based on his teenage appearance.

How did he do it? Finally, Pan Hongsheng began to fall in love.

I have to say that when he fought with the old man before, he found that no matter what boxing technique he used, he seemed to be faintly restrained by the opponent. You can completely defeat yourself, this ability is not something you can do with just vision and strength.

While observing the little boy's movements, Pan Hongsheng squinted his eyes and began to recall the scene of fighting with the old man before, and then thinking of his treasure that the old man said before, Pan Hongsheng suddenly had a thought in his heart that made him dumbfounded!

The old man actually taught himself his unique skills!

Thinking of this, Pan Hongsheng trembled all over. Although he can't get close to twenty or thirty gangsters now, he can only be beaten when facing an opponent like Xu Yanyan and Chen Fu. After all, the difference in realm is too far, and the strength is also different. It's too big, but if I know this set of boxing techniques, maybe I can have a little more strength to save my life.

Pan Hongsheng's eyes gradually became serious, his eyes stared at the little boy's every move like a falcon, the position of every shot, every time the ice was hit, and even the little boy scratched his head when he stopped to recall the action. Every action will be remembered in my heart.

Slowly, Pan Hongsheng, who had watched it several times, suddenly closed his eyes, and then slowly settled down for a few minutes, and then slowly walked towards the smallest piece of solid ice, and at the same time, his horse stepped steadily, and his left wrist flicked. Fan, gently pushed towards the ice not far away, and then, the moment it touched the ice, his fist suddenly slipped, and he punched obliquely in the direction of the previous force.

"Hey!"

With a twitch of the corner of his mouth, Pan Hongsheng's left fist directly scratched the solid ice. Not only did it not cause any damage to the ice, but his finger bones hurt. He frowned and looked at the little boy again.

After some practice, when Pan Hongsheng looked at the little boy again, he focused his attention on the place where the opponent was exerting his strength. It took half a quarter of an hour before he suddenly realized it. The right calf suddenly kicked back, the whole body drove the waist through the power of the calf, then through the shoulder and elbow, and finally transmitted the power to the right fist, but this time, there was a slight 'bang'.

Become!

Pan Hongsheng was suddenly overjoyed.

Although I am not as good as the younger boys, after all, I have just practiced, and if I continue to improve at this speed, I have every hope that I can break this ice in one day.

"You are right to use your strength, but you have to boost your energy. Only luck can make better use of your snow boxing skills." Watching Pan Hongsheng practicing boxing, the little boy blinked his eyes, then walked towards Pan Hongsheng, shaking his head and said.

"Ah? Tell me, what kind of punch?" Pan Hongsheng said, looking at the little boy with wide-eyed eyes.

"Snow boxing, what kind of boxing can you practice in the heavy snow?" The little boy curled his lips, ignored the shocked Pan Hongsheng, twisted his buttocks and returned to his ice cube, and continued to practice.

But at this moment, Pan Hongsheng could clearly feel his heart beating wildly, and even felt hot all over his body and wanted to roar out, but he restrained his excitement and kept punching the ice cubes.

Snow fist!

Pan Hongsheng heard the old man's regretful tone more than once.

China has a vast land and abundant resources, and just boxing techniques can be divided into 36 categories, straight boxing, cannon boxing, jab boxing, and spear boxing. For three to five years, most people can't get close.

As for the Bengyaquan and Bajiquan that Pan Hongsheng had learned, even if they were a little more difficult, talent and the guidance of a famous teacher were indispensable, otherwise accidents might happen if they practiced blindly.

As for the more advanced ones, Yixingquan and Wing Chun Quan, it can become a school alone and have a long history, and it can open doors to teach and recruit disciples, because this kind of boxing can almost be regarded as a hot weapon when it is practiced to a great extent. Distance can also win, because this kind of boxing has the corresponding body skills to assist, and the average person is not an opponent at all when they complement each other.

And in the end, the last six of the 36 boxing techniques can all be regarded as the treasures of China, and Xuequan is the fifth boxing technique.

The reason why Pan Hongsheng knew it was because he had seen the old man say it with emotion after finishing a set of sweeping Dragon Fist.

"It turned out to be Xuequan, the old man's treasure was not built!" Pan Hongsheng murmured, his eyes sparkling with indescribable excitement.

This excitement comes from the improvement of my ability, and more importantly, it will make him happy after I go back and hand it over to the old man!

"Bang bang bang!"

Three times in a row, Pan Hongsheng's arm was rubbed off by the hard ice, but he didn't even frown. He thought about the angle of force for a while, and then punched again, struck again.

An hour passed, but the solid ice didn't seem to have changed, and the little boy beside him had returned to rest in the bamboo hut.

Two hours passed, and the solid ice in front of Pan Hongsheng turned white just like the one the little boy attacked before.

Four hours had passed, and Pan Hongsheng, who was already covered in sweat and his back was frozen, hid in the cabin in embarrassment, drank a bowl of hot water handed to him by the little boy, and eased his almost frozen body. Body, rushed out again...

"That's about the same. It's a bit of the old man's temperament, otherwise he would be really blind!"

In the cold wind, an old man with his hands behind his back looked at the young man in the middle of a dozen ice cubes. His eyes were slightly moist, and he seemed to recall some good memories. He sighed and disappeared into the cold wind again.