First lady's personal tutor

As soon as his eyebrows were raised, Wang Yong looked at the Land Rover who fell to the ground in a dull voice.

How can a SUV player compare with a tank player?

No matter how powerful Land Rover is, it's just a car. It can't be a Type 99 main battle tank.

The only man standing with a flat head had a look of surprise on his face.

He flicked his cigarette end to the ground and shook himself.

Just now, Wang Yong's fierce and domineering foot is like a fire axe to break the door. People will be full of fear at a glance.

But he won't.

He came out of the dogfighting field, very clear that his character is very similar to those caged dogfighting.

Once encountering a desperate situation, they will fight with each other and stick to it. Even if you are black and blue, you have to bite off the enemy's throat.

So when he was in the dogfight, even the most ferocious pit bull was afraid of him.

You know, it's a 50 kilogram overweight bitdog. Crush the willpower and bite force of all fighting dogs, and surpass the skeleton of the same kind, making it the king of dog fighting field. Even facing a wild boar alone is not inferior.

But Jie Shasheng just tamed the bitdog and wagged his tail to show his kindness.

There is no other reason, just because he is a wolf, a hungry wolf with wolf ambition!

"Kill, do... Kill him." Land Rover fell on the ground to say a word.

Wang Yong broke his sternum with one kick. He was sweating with every breath. This sentence almost exhausted all his strength.

"Well." There is no superfluous language. Jieshasheng just takes a step forward.

He stretched out his hand to clasp his fist and said to Wang Yong, "jieshasheng."

Wang Yong looked at the man whose name was as sharp as a knife and said, "Wang Yong."

As if they had a tacit understanding, they did not say a word any more. At the same time, they started fighting.

Jieshasheng uses Yongchun boxing, which is quite popular in China in recent years.

As soon as Wang Yong saw his posture, he knew that he had practiced his little ideas for more than ten years.

That is to say, this is another demon who has been practicing boxing since he learned to walk.

With a puff, Jie Shasheng's arm came out flat, and his hand hit Wang Yong's jaw.

The sudden burst of force in a narrow area is like the explosion of a tire, which makes people's eardrums hum.

Jie Shasheng is a simple bridge player. His mind, Qi, spirit, hand, body and step are in one. The basic moves of Yongchun boxing are small ideas, which make him a master.

Is such a person just a horse?

Wang Yong touched Jie Shasheng and felt his arm numb. I can't help but question how the role of Jie Shasheng can only get to this point.

After a fight, they both know each other's strength. They don't keep their next move, and their killing moves are also frequent.

As soon as Wang Yong's fists changed, his body fell down and became a frame of form and meaning.

In recent years, Yongchun boxing has been highly praised as an invincible boxing technique in close combat.

Although this is exaggerated to some extent, it shows the sharpness of Yongchun boxing in close combat. It's full of strength. Its penetrating power is like a knife and dagger. It's hard to defend.

Against a master of Wing Chun is like against a man with a dagger. You should always be on guard against his strength.

And what can contain Yongchun is the form and meaning.

See Wang Yong boxing mutation, Jie Shasheng first is a Leng, then silent smile.

Of course, he knows the way of form and meaning to restrain Yongchun, but when practicing boxing, it all depends on one's ability. The so-called routine restraint almost does not exist.

I really think there is a routine restraint, it is not naive, but naive!

With a bit of ridicule, jieshasheng word into the horse fiercely forward suddenly, Cunjin instant burst out, boom to Wang Yong Dantian.

When Wang Yong is about to take over, Jie Shasheng suddenly withdraws his strength, takes a step back, puts out a new hand post, and looks at Wang Yong with a smile.

Obviously, Jie Shasheng played a trick on Wang Yong.

Wang Yong's eyes shot a cold light, who was played will not be happy.

Jie Shasheng, who asked about the hand stake, didn't care about Wang Yong's eyes. No matter how fierce they were, they couldn't kill people, but they only increased their ears!

PA, Jie Shasheng blows out a Japanese character punch, which is unexpected and extremely fast.

He thought that he could hurt Wang Yong badly. However, Jie Shasheng's gesture moved. Wang Yong's horizontal palm came out in response to the situation, and the palm edge was like a knife, gently sweeping Jie Shasheng's wrist.

Just so lightly, Jie Shasheng's wrist was covered with a bruise, as if he had been hit by a cow's whip.

Jie Shasheng was stunned, and then he was unconvinced and hit again.

Who knows that Wang Yong is faster than him this time. Jieshasheng boxing has not been played yet. Wang Yong's snake shape has arrived.

If you don't kill and dodge quickly, you'll end up with a broken wrist.

"How could that be?" Jieshasheng was shocked.

Carefully observing Wang Yong's movements, when he saw Wang Yong's hands that seemed to be lying in front of him, he suddenly understood.

Shape and meaning horizontal hand!

In the form and meaning of the horizontal, pneumatic movement is both horizontal. When the other party moves, I move.

But Jie Shasheng's hands are aggressive. His fists need to be put out to attack.

As soon as the hand comes out, the first chance is lost. It's just the routine of shape and meaning.

This is Xingyi boxing in the "feel and hair.".

It's not that you want to smoke when you see everyone, or you can't control yourself when you touch you. It's not that you want to smoke when you feel like it. If in the competition, the practitioners concentrate on the opponent, once the opponent moves the intention of attack, you can immediately feel it, not fist out, you can instinctively block and resolve.

The horizontal of form and meaning is the beginning of all things, which should be felt. Therefore, the horizontal of form and meaning is the most complex, which can not be made clear in three words or two languages, even if it is made clear. This horizontal is the meaning, and further is the Tao.

Unfortunately, Wang Yong only touched the film of "meaning", let alone "Tao".

Even so, it's enough to deal with killing.

Jieshasheng disapproves of routine restraint, which is incisively and vividly interpreted by Wang Yong.

This time, it was Wang Yong who laughed instead.

Just like jieshasheng's ridicule, Wang Yong did more.

The ridicule made Jie Shasheng feel very uncomfortable, and his eyes burst out like a hungry wolf.

Wang Yong has seen the hungry wolf. Every winter in Northwest China, when the mountains are snowed, there are hungry wolves. It's a real wild wolf coming from neighboring countries. The Tibetan mastiff, who has been blown to heaven, may not be able to hold on to them for five rounds.

Even this kind of wolf can't shake his prestige in front of Wang Yong. Wang Yong killed them back in the wind and snow with one knife. What he paid was just a few deep visible bone scars.

Jieshasheng, looking at the ferocious, in the end, only to scare the city people who have never seen the world.

Wang Yong is like a tiger going down the mountain. The front of the fist drives the air to roar and the sound of the tiger roars, which shows the existence of the king of the mountain forest.

Xingyi gun boxing!

It was ten times more powerful than Land Rover's Sanhuang gun hammer. Wang Yong's muscles and muscles were curling up, his bones were clucking, and his whole body was beating violently. It was like a shell from a blast chamber, hitting Jie Shasheng in the air.

Just fierce matchless power surge, jieshasheng face changed greatly.

He thought that Lu Hu's fist was already overbearing, but Wang Yong's fist was more overbearing!

Just one punch, no more backhand.

Jie Shasheng was blown to the ground, spewing out a mouthful of blood.

"Trump hand, flat push." Wang Yong showed his neat white teeth and said with a smile.

Jie Shasheng lay on the ground, his eyes flashing.

The expression in the eyes is unwilling and determined.

As soon as his body rolled, Jie Shasheng reached into the green belt and took out the head of a gun.

The small arms are long and made of fine steel. It's a long gun with cold light.

Wang Yong has seen a master with a gun. He has a long gun and dances with dragons and snakes, swallowing heaven and earth, which makes people retreat. But Wang Yong has never seen an expert with a gun head.

What kind of flower can a gun make?

Wang Yong was puzzled.

And Jie Shasheng, who is in the state of blood boiling, tells Wang Yong the answer. For the first time, he let Wang Yong know that there is such a kind of shooting method in the world.