Leaves are falling.

Zhou Shen next to him was stunned.

It would take him several times to cut such thick bamboo, not to mention using his hands, even with an axe.

"No wonder people in the village say that Daochang Zhang has kung fu, but it turns out to be groundless."

Zhou Shen was secretly surprised.

Zhang Daochang turned around and looked at Zhou Shen and said: "The second is the Beng Fist. It should be like a sharp arrow piercing objects, and it should also be like a volcano erupting. If it doesn't make a sound, it will make a big impact. When it exerts its force, it will be as powerful as a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking."

After a pause, Daochang Zhang continued: "There is a saying in Xingyi, 'Xingyi collapses the fist, and the momentum is like a continuous ball.' This sentence does not mean that it is in one's mind like what some famous martial artists say in books and on the Internet.

Create an imaginary enemy there and punch quickly."

As he spoke, Daochang Zhang demonstrated again.

His hands hit the air quickly.

Not to mention, the fight looks pretty good.

"People are not air or dead things, they can move!"

As he spoke, Daochang Zhang punched the bamboo next to him.

The upper half of this bamboo was "chopped" by his splitting fist just now, and now only the lower half is left, which is about 1.56 meters tall.

He hit the top of the bamboo with his fist, just like hitting the top of a tumbler. The roots of the bamboo shook back and forth a few times, eliminating all the power from his fist, and finally it stood there intact.

"Did you see that? Even if you hit the bamboo continuously, the same thing will happen. The bamboo will shake, just like the enemy will dodge and resist. It is impossible for you to hit it continuously!"

"A real punch should be punched out. When the enemy tries to dodge and resist, the power carried in your fist follows closely behind and penetrates for a second blow!"

As he spoke, Daochang Zhang demonstrated again.

He hit the bamboo with the same punch. Before the bamboo could shake, his fist was like a sharp sword and a volcano erupting, following closely behind it, piercing through fiercely.

"Click——"

The top of the bamboo was blown open by Bengquan's continuous punches.

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