After saying that, the figure swayed, and the action was exactly the same as before. The angle, orientation, and posture were exactly the same as before, and it was punched again. However, this time, the wind on the hand was suddenly loud, like a whistle was tied to the hand, and it was surprisingly loud.
"Hahaha, well done.
The old man also repeated the same trick and avoided it with the same movement as before.
'One move!
Ming Feizhen retracted his fist and sent the second punch again. The movement was still the same. However, the strong wind and the loud wind were twice as strong as before. "Good martial arts!" The old man avoided again as he spoke. The third punch, the fourth punch, and the fifth punch are still the same.
The movements of the young man and the old man seemed to be carved out of a template. Everyone was amazed and puzzled. But if this is the right move, if Zu Li is serious, he asks inexplicably: "Beautiful boy, why do they act exactly the same?"
Hua Feihua explained carefully to Zu Li, who didn't know martial arts: "Hehe, maybe it's stuck. When the sixth punch was thrown, the wind of the punch could only be described as 'whistling past'. The people around him were already unsteady. , Hua Feihua had to pull the two girls to stand farther away. During the seventh punch, the surrounding vendors were swept up into the air, like a storm passing by, and the audience all fled in panic. It is even more difficult to imagine that the content of the competition between the two is still so monotonous.
By the eighth punch, the old man's smiling expression had disappeared, and his face was full of solemnity. The situation seemed to be so severe that it could not be resolved with such concentration.
Ming Feizhen was also covered in white mist, his fists filled with real power, and the expression on his face became more and more excited.
"Okay, take my punch.
The roaring fist wind did not reappear, replaced by a silent, seemingly fast and slow fist.
The old man couldn't stop surging in surprise.
Although the actions of the teenagers are exactly the same every time, the feelings they give people are often different. Every punch is like a new use of inner strength, a feeling that only those who are close to each other can understand.
Barely dodging the ninth punch, the old man was sweating on his forehead, showing the heavy burden.
But the arrival of the tenth punch did not leave him any time to rest.
The punch has not yet come out, and the wind pressure has already made it difficult for him to breathe.
In addition to the ever-changing way of using internal force. The most surprising thing for the young man is that his inner strength is endless. From the first punch to the present, his strength has not been able to rise, and it is ten times stronger than the first punch.
Moreover, it does not require exercise to lift Qi, it is as simple as drinking water and breathing.
There are talented people in the country, and it is impossible not to recognize the old.
The old man was finally unable to maintain the same dodging method, and he turned his head and flipped back, dodging the mighty punch away.
However, the pressure in the air that seemed to crush the crowd had not disappeared. The young man did not stop, but still clenched his fists. There was a hint of red in the eyes full of excitement.
But the eleventh punch was not delivered.
Just when Ming Feizhen forgot the ten-stroke agreement, suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and he saw a white cloth flying all over the sky, like leaves falling in the autumn sky. After staring for a while, I realized that the white cloth wrapped around Ming Feizhen's head fell into pieces.
This means that the old man launched a counterattack when he was dodging the tenth move. smashed his head with a clever technique), and Ming Feizhen didn't even notice it.
Ming Fei really stared blankly at the white cloth falling in front of him, with a trace of loss in his eyes.
The old man's cynical voice entered his ears.
"Well... the tenth move. In your inner strength, yin and yang complement each other, vast and magnificent, and your path is open and open. The inner strength you have learned should be the treasure of inner learning in the right world. This old man thinks about it, and the martial arts that meet this condition are all over the world. Only two or three.
It's just that your boxing style was righteous and grand at first, but in the last three punches, because you were eager to win, you took a fork in the road. The viciousness of the three fists is so fierce that this old man is rare in his life. Young people have a bright future, why are they infected with such vicious martial arts? Listen to the old man's advice, turn back to the shore.
Ming Feizhen was still sluggish, and Hua Feihua's voice came: "What are you talking about, I don't want to admit it. Hey, old guy, don't change the subject, don't forget what you said. What do you think? Did you come out of my brother-sister's door?"
"Ahahahaha, the old man is ignorant and ignorant. If you think that there are descendants of those three martial arts, you shouldn't be so young. You really can't identify the origins of the young heroes. As expected, the hero is a young man, and the old man is old."
Hua Feihua's nose was upturned, and she said triumphantly, "That's what it is, how can you know." Even I don't know it myself!
Ming Feizhen took a deep breath after a long time, and suddenly bowed his hands to his younger nephew in a salute.
"Dare to ask Senior Gao's name?"
"Where you dare to be, where you dare to be.
The old man did not take advantage of it, and paid a gift. When he clasped his fist, everyone discovered that the index and little fingers of his left hand were empty, and there were only eight fingers.
"The little old man's name is Zhuo Fengru, and there is a nickname on the rivers and lakes called 'Eight fingers walk the rivers and lakes'.
Huh? Look at this expression, you seem to have heard it? A Confucian hero? That can't be done, ha ha ha.
Volume 12: Heroes Mingfeizhen 15
"Are you Zhuo Fengru
Zhuo Fengru touched the few gray hairs and raised his chin proudly.
"Hehehe, it's like a fake replacement.
Before Ming Feizhen could frown and speak, Hua Feihua twitched her mouth and hugged her thighs, babbling blindly and ignorant of Mount Tai, but it was Xu Yanran who spoke out first in the crowd.
"Uncle Zhuo! It's me, it's me."
Zhuo Fengru's eyes were fixed, and he was pleasantly surprised.
…
But as soon as this sentence came out, he immediately stopped.
The sword-wielding boy of Clinker did not have such a palace, so he carefully looked at Xu Yanran's appearance and was overjoyed.
"Sister Yanran! Why are you here in Yichang! My father and I are looking for you everywhere.
Before he could finish speaking, he heard his father shout, "Confused, keep quiet!"
Zhuo Fengru was an old man in the world, looked around, and as far as his eyes could see, someone quickly escaped from the scene.
Ming Feizhen noticed at the same time that he was about to set off to chase, but listened to Zhuo Feng Confucianism.
"Young chaplains, don't chase after them, those people are local local snakes, the three sects and nine-class people, it is useless to catch up with a few. The news has long been spread out that Zhuo Fengru joined Xu Yanran, looked at her carefully, and found that this Although the deceased's daughter was much thinner, she did not look sick, but she was still bright and relieved, and whispered to Xu Yanran.
"Niece Jiao Ran, nothing is better than anything. This is not the place to talk. Come, go to your uncle's house first.
After he finished speaking, he surrendered to Ming Feizhen.
"Young man, please."
Ming Feizhen retracted his disrespectful attitude and said politely, "Senior, please.
The group knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, so they went with Zhuo Fengru. Along the way, there is no cover, let passers-by pay attention.
Zhuo Fengru is a martial arts tycoon in Yichang, almost to the extent of brushing his face on credit. The location of his mansion is well known, and the extra cover is unnecessary.