Tang Feng watched the nunchucks hit him, and could hear the whistling of the wind and the sound of breaking through the air.

Tang Feng had quick eyes and quick hands. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but there was only a third of strength in his hand.

"Snapped"

The nunchucks that were knocked down quickly were caught in his hands. He pulled hard in his hands, and with a squeak, the two sticks came into his hands. At the same time, there was a bang in the dormitory, and a

The young man fell onto his back.

"Mom, I met a master today." The young man fell to the ground and said.

"I'm really sorry for interrupting your practice." Tang Feng handed over the nunchucks in his hand. The guy stood up like a carp and jumped up. It looked like this guy really had two brats.

"New guy, practice with me." He called out, and with a move of his feet, the Shaolin eagle claws grabbed Tang Feng.

"How did he see that I was new here?" Tang Feng flicked his fingers and quietly used his magical power.

"boom"

The man lost his balance again and fell to the ground with a thud. This time it was not as good as before, and with his own strength, the fall was much harder for him.

"Mom, you are indeed a master." He couldn't get any more erection this time, so he rubbed his small waist and screamed a few times.

"Brother, I'm sorry, but you practice Southern Boxing?" Tang Feng had no intention of fighting him. With his current foundation, Tang Feng could beat him to the point where he couldn't get out of bed for a week in just three moves.

"What Southern Quan and Northern Quan? This is passed down from our ancestors. Hello, my name is Zeng Neiqiu, from Shuangfeng, Hunan." Zeng Neiqiu took the nunchucks handed to him by Tang Feng. This stick was his flower.

I bought it at a street stall for 30 yuan. I haven't mastered it yet. I was practicing just now. Tang Feng suddenly started to hit him with habit. Fortunately, the opponent turned out to be such a master, otherwise this idiot would have been beaten.

Opened the gourd.

"Hello, my name is Tang Feng, from Qixing in northern Jiangsu." Tang Feng looked Zeng Neiqiu up and down. He was not very tall, about 1.7 meters tall, but his muscles were very strong, including chest and abdominal muscles.

He was wearing a black vest, and his muscles were perfectly outlined, almost catching up with the trainers in the gym.

"You have just joined the factory. We have gotten to know each other. If you have any questions from now on, please come to me. For my brother's sake, I can help you with everything." Zeng Neiqiu's Mandarin is really not up to standard, with a serious Hunan accent.

The accent was very pleasant, but in Tang Feng's opinion, he was a very high-spirited person.

"I'm going to work tomorrow, so let's take a look at the dormitory. By the way, how many people live in this dormitory?" Tang Feng looked at the dormitory and saw that the dormitory was not full. Counting himself, there were only four people living in it.

"Including you, there are four in total, me, Lao Wu, and Li Tao." Zeng Neiqiu put away the nunchucks and said, "You can choose a bed yourself. Lao Wu and Li Tao went to work, and I worked the night shift.

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"Then I won't disturb your sleep." Tang Feng was a little embarrassed. He had to go to work at night, but seeing how strong this young man was, it might be difficult to fall asleep.

"No, no, my brother is practicing kung fu. By the way, how did you get this kung fu?" Zeng Neiqiu smiled. He knew that he couldn't sleep even if he slept. These days, he seemed to have endless strength in his body, even for three days.

Even if he doesn't sleep, he is still in such good spirits.

"My grandfather acquired this skill from me when he was young. It doesn't mean anything. But your body looks a bit like Nanquan." The so-called Nanquan is actually a combination of some kung fu skills from Shaolin, Emei, and Wudang and local boxing techniques from Hunan.

Cheng is one of the seven major boxing systems, and is as famous as Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua and other boxing techniques.

The characteristics of Nanquan are short and concise routines, compact structure, simple movements, changeable techniques, short-handed continuous strikes, steady footwork, brave attacks, often accompanied by cheers, and strong martial arts. It combines the stance method of Southern Shaolin

, the bottom plate is stable, with the potential of Mount Tai to top it.

"I don't know what Nanquan is. The skills in the fists and feet are passed down from our ancestors. In this society, practicing this thing is just a hobby. If you really get into trouble, it won't be very effective. People will kill you with one shot.

"Zeng Neiqiu didn't know about Nanquan, but in Tang Feng's opinion, he was indeed using Nanquan, but it was just a little incomplete.

Zeng Neiqiu said that boxing and kicking kung fu were useless, but he didn't think so. Once a person practices a kung fu to the extreme, the body's reaction speed will reach a level that ordinary people can't imagine, just like his own magical power.

Within meters, it is a piece of cake to take someone's life, and the speed is definitely faster than ordinary fingers.

"Aren't you a descendant of Zeng Guofan?" Tang Feng tried to ask. Zeng Guofan's ancestral home is also Shuangfeng. This guy's surname is also Zeng, and judging from his appearance, he is from a wealthy family.

"Hey, how do you know this? Our ancestor's name is Zeng Xishuan. He used to fight against Zeng Guofan in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom." Zeng Neiqiu's ancestors are indeed descendants of Zeng Guofan, but what he said is a bit untrue. They are descendants but his

However, my ancestors did not participate in the pacification of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

In 1865 (the fourth year of Tongzhi), Zeng Guofan was 55 years old. In January, he selected 17 memorials from ministers since the Han and Tang Dynasties and compiled "Ming Yuantang Papers". In March, he presided over the repair of Zhongshan, respected two academies, and adopted 800

He is a son of Gu Han, and donates money from his own money to raise the class.

This Zeng Xishuan was one of the "Eight Hundred Disciples of the Solitary Han". He should have been only a few years old at the time. The fall of Tianjing on July 19, 1864 marked the end of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. His ancestors followed Zeng Guofan to pacify the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which is obviously inaccurate.

"Your Nanquan is really good, but I'm afraid it has been passed down to your generation." Tang Feng's words are not unfounded. Nanquan emphasizes power, speed, dexterity and closeness, and a stable lower body. Zeng Neiqiu just now

He was knocked down twice by himself, so his kick seemed unstable. Moreover, his punching moves just now lacked strength and consistency.

Nanquan is widely spread in Fujian, Guangdong Province, Hubei, Hunan, Taiwan and other provinces as well as Hong Kong and Macao. It has also spread overseas very early and has taken root in Southeast Asia, America and Oceania. The famous ones include Hongjia Quan and Wing Chun.

, Cai Li Fo Quan, Zhou Jia Quan, etc.

"Brother, do you know this boxing technique?" Zeng Neiqiu looked at Tang Feng with shining eyes. Of course, his ancestor's boxing technique had been incomplete for a long time. If someone knew this boxing technique, it would be the best, even if he was willing to become a disciple immediately.

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"I don't know much about Nanquan. I only know some internal martial arts. However, there are quite a lot of Nanquan in Guangdong Province. If you have the opportunity, you can visit some famous masters."

"Brother, come and smoke a cigarette. I need your guidance in the future." Zeng Neiqiu handed over a double happiness. Although Tang Feng didn't understand what he said, he could tell at a glance that it was Nanquan. His eyesight was certainly not weak.

, just now I didn’t even see clearly how someone made the move, so I fell on my back. Could this be a bad move?

Tang Feng took the cigarette and lit it without being coquettish. He had to smoke this cigarette outside.

He looked at the bed where Zeng Neiqiu was sitting and said, "Brother, your idol is Bruce Lee."

I saw an angry background next to his bed. Bruce Lee was naked and holding a nunchuck. His muscles were as thick as steel. Tang Feng seemed to hear Bruce Lee's classic cry.
Chapter completed!