Grand Master of Martial Arts

Chapter 17 Three Punches and Three People
Crouching Tiger Fist, a Huang-level third-grade martial art, boxing technique!
All the content of the Fuhu Fist cheat book has long been engraved in Lin Xuan's mind, and he can integrate it with just one thought.

Although it was the first time to use Fuhu Fist, Lin Xuan seemed to have practiced it thousands of times. As soon as he clenched his fist, the vitality in his body would flow through the meridians in his body according to a specific route, and finally converge in the fist.

"Fu Hu Fist!"

Lin Xuan punched out both fists at the same time!

Ma Bo and Maro, who were chasing up, saw Lin Xuan performing the same martial arts as them, and they all showed sarcasm.

In the fight just now, they already understood that Lin Xuan's strength was amazing, and his own realm was only at the third level of body training.

There are nine levels of martial arts, each level has nine levels, and each level is different.

The first level of body refining, golden skin!Skin can be as hard as gold.

Body refinement level two, hanging stone!Hands can lift boulders.

Body training triple, iron bones!The bones of the whole body are like quenching and refining.

And the fourth level of body refining, it is a collapse of rocks!

Reaching this level, the vitality in the body is more concentrated, and a palm strike can break the stone and the stele.

Although Lin Xuan's strength is strong, but due to the limitation of his realm, his explosive power is not as good as that of Ma Bo and Maro.

More importantly, the martial arts practiced by Ma Bo and Maro.

Fuhu Fist!
The core of Crouching Tiger Fist is ten revolutions of vitality.The vitality circulates in the body ten times according to the specific meridian route, and finally gathers in the fist.

In the ten cycles, the vitality of the meridians runs faster than once, and when it is condensed in the fist, it is as powerful as a tiger, unstoppable!
Although Fuhu Fist is only a third-rank Huang-rank martial skill, its power can be compared to a fourth-rank Huang-rank martial skill!

The three brothers Ma Ke, Mar Bo and Maro have practiced this Fuhu Fist for three years. They practice hard every day. In terms of proficiency in Fuhu Fist, no one in the outer sect can match it.

"How dare you perform Fuhu Fist in front of us, it's really tricky, it makes people laugh!"

Ma Bo and Maro rushed in front of Lin Xuan. Their fists were heavy and they rubbed against the air, making the roar of a tiger.

On the other hand, Lin Xuan's fist was unremarkable, not to mention the howling of a tiger, and he couldn't even hear the whistling of the wind.

"Haha, with such a soft fist, are you not full?"

Ma Bo and Maro could already foresee that at the next moment, under their joint attack, Lin Xuan's arms would be broken and he would have no strength to struggle.

Facing the opponent's ridicule, Lin Xuan not only did not change his face, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A mockery of ignorance.

Fat Tiger on the side also noticed something was wrong, he had no time to help, so he could only close his eyes subconsciously, not wanting to see Lin Xuan injured.

The moment he closed his eyes, he saw in a trance that at the moment when the four fists were about to collide, Lin Xuan's entire aura had undergone an earth-shaking change!

Lin Xuan's originally weak fist was so powerful that he was like a tiger descending the mountain. The roar of the tiger resounded through the forest, and all the beasts crouched on the ground, trembling.

At this moment, Fat Tiger had an idea in his mind.

This is the real tiger down the mountain!

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The sound of bone shattering was heard, and Fat Tiger hurriedly opened his eyes, only to see Lin Xuan standing proudly on the spot, while Ma Bo and Maro were lying on the ground, clutching their twisted arms, howling in pain.

one strike!Two warriors who were one stage higher than Lin Xuan were beaten!
Fat Tiger was dumbfounded and muttered to himself.

"He...how did he...do it?"

Others don't know, but he does know that Lin Xuan is a new disciple who just started today.

A rookie who just got started killed two old disciples who had been started for three years. No one would believe it if he told it.

unless……

Fat Tiger suddenly thought of a possibility. In the morning, the customs clearance bell of the puppet tower rang throughout the sect, and the one who set the record was a disciple who had just started.

"That fierce man, could it be Lin Xuan?" Marco stood up from the ground. He looked at his two younger brothers who were worse than himself, and couldn't believe it.

How did the two of them get down after straightening their noses and getting up again?

"Brother, be careful... this guy is weird..."

Marco was furious, there was nothing to be careful about, a little guy who had never seen him before, injured himself by a sneak attack, if he didn't avenge his revenge, his reputation that Marco had worked so hard to build in the outer sect for three years would come crashing down, It even became a joke for others before and after dinner.

No matter how weird it is, it's only at the third level of body training. How could it be possible for a martial artist at the fifth level of body training to lose?

"You die for me!"

Ma Ke released all his momentum and charged towards Lin Xuan.

Fat Tiger felt something was wrong, and shouted: "Lin Xuan, I'll help you!" He was about to protect Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan grabbed Fat Hu, his face showing no nervousness.

"It's okay."

As expected of the fifth level of body training, the aura released by Marco is stronger than the combined aura of Marbo and Maro!

Fat Tiger's eyelids twitched just when he saw Marco coming.

He was very anxious, but Lin Xuan remained indifferent, like a rock on a mountain peak, no matter how violent the storm was, I would not move.

When Ma Ke swung his fist, the roar of the tiger was deafening, even three points more violent than Lin Xuan's two punches just now.

Fuhu Fist Fat Tiger's heart was beating wildly. How could Lin Xuan resist such a powerful punch?
Just when he was extremely worried about Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan made a move.

Quiet like a virgin, moving like a rabbit.

Fat Tiger didn't even see how Lin Xuan made the attack. He suddenly saw a fierce tiger open its maw and pounce on Marco.

Ma Ke also saw it, his eyes widened, his pupils constricted, if the Tiger Fist he punched was a fierce tiger, then the Tiger Fist that Lin Xuan punched was a King Tiger!
One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and when two tigers fight, one will lose!
"Oh!"

The fists of the two collided together, and the violent momentum overflowed to the surroundings. The fat tiger beside him was blown by the strong wind, his face was swaying like waves, and his eyelids were flying.

"Crack!"

The table next to the two of them flew out, fell to the distance, and broke into two pieces.

Lin Xuan and Ma Ke were deadlocked for three breaths, Lin Xuan's expression did not change, but the expression on Ma Ke's face became more and more ugly.

In the end, he could no longer bear the violent force pouring into his body, spat out a mouthful of blood, stepped back ten steps, and half knelt on the ground.

He couldn't accept this result. With the same martial skill, he was two realms higher than Lin Xuan, so why was he the one who lost.

"Why?!" Lin Xuan looked down upon Marco: "Fuhu Fist, it emphasizes the momentum like a tiger, the stronger the momentum, the stronger the explosive power, the greater the power of the martial arts."

"The three of you have momentum, but your explosive power is really embarrassing!"

Ma Ke refused to accept: "I am two levels higher than you, and my explosive power is definitely above yours!"

"That's right, your explosive power is indeed stronger than mine, but you couldn't grasp the timing when you used your martial skills, and you let out your aura early."

"The farther away you are from me when you punch, the weaker your momentum will be when the punch arrives, and the less explosive power you have left, how can you beat me?"

Ma Ke was stunned. He recalled the three punches that Lin Xuan had thrown, and it turned out that they were all punches when the three of them were approaching.

He naturally understands this truth, but the closer he is to the opponent, the fewer opportunities to punch, and the more difficult it is to grasp the timing. If he is a little careless, before the punch is thrown, the enemy's counterattack has arrived. Wouldn't it be a waste of life?

If Lin Xuan had moved even a little slower just now, he might be the one lying on the ground.

What kind of courage and judgment do you have to dare to punch at the extreme moment!
Ma Ke felt chills in his heart, what kind of person did he provoke?

(End of this chapter)