This time, Xiang Nan and Bai Wuya finally fought against each other for real. The two of them fought together just like the previous level.
After thirty or forty rounds, Xiang Nan kicked Bai Wuya with a side kick and sent him flying.
"You won." Bai Wuya smiled and walked back to his original position.
"That's okay? Then I can do it too!" Unconvinced, a martial artist walked towards Bai Wuya and said, "This junior also wants to ask for advice on two tricks."
"Don't you just ignore everything and just start fighting? If you hit me, fight back. If you don't hit me, I won't make random guesses."
"Please." Bai Wuya smiled and stretched out his right hand to the warrior.
"If you don't move, don't try to trick me into moving!" The warrior stared blankly at Bai Wuya.
Bai Wuya smiled: "You don't move, I move."
Saying that, Bai Wuya punched the warrior.
The warrior was overjoyed and said: "If you punch me, I will hit you!"
As he said that, the martial artist kicked directly, trying to kick Bai Wuya's arm away with his foot.
But in fact, Bai Wuya didn't punch at all! He just shook his shoulders, and let the martial artist judge that Bai Wuya was about to punch.
But the real situation is that Bai Wuya took the "punching" right hand, held the ankle kicked by the martial artist, and threw it casually, the martial artist was thrown half a meter away, and fell out with a bang.
"Hey?" The martial artist jumped up like a carp, and shouted: "How could it be! Didn't you hit me with your fist just now!"
"That's what you think." Bai Wuya smiled: "It's not about deceiving people with fake moves, let's understand it slowly."
Bai Wuya looked at Xiang Nan again, and said: "Now you can see through the disturbance of 'potential' and make a more accurate judgment, but to learn the potential, it doesn't happen overnight, you need to practice a lot after you leave."
Understanding, seeing through, and learning are two different things, and learning is not the same as learning.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior." Xiang Nan only felt that he had benefited a lot, and after bowing to Bai Wuya, he stepped onto the eleventh floor.
"Brother, can you also use 'power' to influence us now? This technique is too scary, it can directly make people make mistakes in judgment." Yuan Meng still felt incredible when he thought of the scene that happened just now.
Xiang Nan shook his head: "I know how to release the momentum, but it's just a beginner's approach, and it still needs a lot of practical skills to enhance it."
With that said, Xiang Nan stretched out his right hand to Yuan Meng: "Brother Yuan Meng."
"Huh?" Yuan Meng wondered why Xiang Nan suddenly shook hands with him, so he handed over his right hand.
But in the end, Xiang Nan and Mengdie both laughed, and looking at themselves, only they stretched out their hands, and Xiang Nan didn't move at all.
"Cough, ha, this..." Yuan Meng suddenly felt embarrassed, and hurriedly withdrew his hand and pretended to scratch his head, saying: "My head is itchy, just scratch it."
"I'm still very rudimentary. I can only deceive people with simple actions, and I can't make the enemy feel like an enemy." Xiang Nan said.
On the eleventh floor, there is also Bai Wuya, but the situation here is a bit different.
A small wooden table was placed in the center of the venue, and Bai Wuya was sitting behind the wooden table, writing quietly.
And the walls around this floor are covered with calligraphy copybooks.
Some of those characters are flamboyant and flamboyant, piercing through the back of the paper, while others are round and soft, with a softness and rigidity. The styles of the characters all over the wall are different.
"Good calligraphy." Xiang Nan admired the calligraphy and couldn't help admiring: "Senior Bai's writing has everyone's demeanor."
"Hehe, if you fiddle with it when you're bored, you won't be able to get on the stage." Bai Wuya put down the brush and stood up with a smile.
"Senior, please!" Xiang Nan said.
"Please!" Na Bai Wuya stepped out of the wooden table and faced Xiang Nan.
After the two saluted each other, they quickly fought.
At the beginning, Xiang Nan felt full of confidence, and he fought back and forth with that Bai Wuya.
But after three or four strokes, Xiang Nan began to feel that something was wrong. The more he hit, the more awkward he felt.
He always felt that his moves, in front of Bai Wuya, were like children playing house, very naive and too vulgar.
Peng!
Bai Wuya kicked Xiang Nan back, and said with a smile, "Come again."
Xiang Nan gritted his teeth, and rushed forward to continue fighting, but after two or three moves, Xiang Nan became less and less confident. No matter how he fought, he felt that the opponent's moves were thousands of times more subtle than his own!
But in fact, Bai Wuya's move is also considered ordinary, there is no too deep and unpredictable changes in it.
This feeling made Xiang Nan extremely awkward! I feel that it is wrong to throw a punch, and it is still wrong to throw a kick.
Peng!
That Bai Wuya punched Xiang Nan back several steps, his shoulders were sore from the blow.
"How could this be?" There was an inexplicable horror in Xiang Nan's eyes, this kind of horror was not because he was afraid of Bai Wuya, but because he felt that what he had learned in his life was all in vain.
"How do you feel?" Bai Wuya asked with a smile.
Xiang Nandao: "I feel like a child who has just learned to write, showing off in front of a calligrapher."
"This is called 'rhyme'." Bai Wuya put his hands behind his back: "Calligraphy is a kind of movement, and fighting is also a kind of movement. Calligraphy can be hidden in rhyme, and fighting moves can also be used."
Saying that, Bai Wuya walked towards the wall, where there were two long white papers hanging.
Bai Wuya waved the ink pen, and on the first piece of white paper, he drew a tiger descending the mountain. The tiger's flowers were so vivid that even its features looked like the real thing.
"It seems!" Everyone clapped their hands and applauded.
Bai Wuya smiled, and then drew on the second piece of white paper, also drawing a tiger descending the mountain, but the strokes of this tiger were very simple, and the lines were much simpler, the pen and ink used was at most only the first picture Only one-third of the above.
But after the simple tiger came out, everyone's expressions changed.
This simple tiger looks like a tiger! It was as if the tiger was about to jump down and bite everyone at any time.
Compared with the first painting, which looks more like a tiger, everyone thinks this first painting is too boring.
Bai Wuya turned to face Xiang Nan, and said with a smile, "Which painting do you think is better?"
Xiang Nan pointed directly at the second painting and said, "This."
Bai Wuya smiled and asked back: "Why? Obviously the first painting is more serious and more similar."
Xiang Nan thought about it, and said: "Although the first painting is similar, it has no spirituality. Although the second painting has simpler lines, it already outlines the charm that a tiger should have."
"Ah! I see!"
"Understood? Come on, let's fight again." Bai Wuya beckoned.
Xiang Nan's face was flushed with excitement, and he only felt that the trip to the Wu Tower was very fruitful, and his understanding of the word "Wu" had reached a new height.
In this way, Xiang Nan and Bai Wuya fought, but they only fought a dozen moves before being defeated.
"Senior, what should I do to make my moves more attractive?" Xiang Nan humbly asked for advice.
Na Bai Wuya said: "Why is it that a person who imitates the brush and ink of calligraphy masters, even if the imitation is exactly the same, is not as valuable as the real original?"