‘Crunch’’ ‘Crunch’

The dilapidated floor slab made a difficult sound at Tang Long's feet, and his steps continued to arrive at the second floor.

The old man in his sixties and seventies was sitting on a chair, making tea, with two cups in front of him, steaming and scenting.

"Young man, come and have a tea?"

"Yes, old man."

Tang Long smiled and walked forward. When Guan Yu left Cao's camp, he had to pass five passes and kill six generals. He came to the banquet himself. From the beginning, there were too many trials in three parties. No matter how you said that, you had to brush all the bosses.

"Tea is good tea, water is good water. Young people, can you afford to drink it?"

"How much does a cup cost?"

"At least, build a bridge."

"OK."

In traditional martial arts, the bridge is to work with each other. Although the older generation cannot fight, they are very skillful in playing small tricks. Tang Long thrust his horse slightly, his face slightly calmed, and his hand slowly poked over, pressing his arm against the other party's arm. The elderly smiled slightly, flipped his hand, changed his palms, and wiped it at Tang Long's wrist.

Tai Chi is like hiding fish, Bagua is like pushing mill, and Xingyi is like catching shrimp. The push and pull skills are first-class. In addition to pushing forward, you also need to push the strength of the mill and change at any time.

Listen to the sound and identify the position. His steps were tilted. His arms were like noodles. He turned to the right and took a half circle to remove your strength first! The old man smiled even more happily. He turned his hand and squeezed towards Tang Long's chest. It seemed to be slow and fast. He frowned. He simply closed his eyes, turned his hand and accurately held it in the other party's hand. He shook slightly, and the tea water below caused a circle of ripples.

"Good Kung Fu, which move is this? Wing Chun Tingqiao, Tai Chi pusher, and the grapple of internal martial arts?"

"It's just an ordinary grasp," Tang Long shook his head, drank the tea in one go, "Let's go."

"Listen to the old man's advice, what kind of kung fu is so beautiful, what kind of room should I play?"

"It's not OK to not kick."

When I arrived at the second floor, there was no one, but the ground was covered with wooden stakes, high and low, thick and thin. From one side and the other side, it was more than ten meters away. The military officer on the opposite side shouted: "This is called Baishan Hall. You either bend over from the ground and hunch your back or walk over the wooden stakes, and see if you do it!"

Tang Longyang Yang said, "I don't have much ability and have good rules." He really thought he was here to attend the banquet and didn't even bring the red envelopes!

As soon as the two feet were lifted back and forth, they stepped on the top of the stake. After a few steps, half of the stake collapsed directly with a "click". He quickly turned over, pressed his foot and pressed his strength on the calves, lifted and rolled, and stepped on the other one, and looked down at the same time. He saw the break smooth and neat, and saw that it had been sawed in advance. He couldn't help but curse, it was so dark!

If you step on each foot for 80% of the force, use force to the toes first, and then break if you can't resist. It is not only the fist that can use force to the inch. If you practice deep, your feet can do it.

Balance is the premise of kicking and attacking, and he has also practiced horse stance, but it is not the old horse stance of traditional martial arts, but the "micro-curved knee horse stance". The body is in a straight line with the forward's legs, and the best posture for offense and defense.

‘Dong!’ ‘Dong!’

Several consecutive wooden stakes broke, Tang Long narrowed his eyes. If nothing unexpected happens, the seven wooden stakes in front were all sawed. This is the so-called seven-star stake? One step at a time, he shook his ankles, gathering his full spirit. When his feet move, his body almost remains unchanged, and his steps are so small that his feet almost do not leave the plane and slide horizontally. In the study of human mechanics, the biggest feature of sliding is fast! It does not affect the speed of balance!

Before I stepped forward continuously, without waiting for the wooden stake to fall, I quickly stepped on the top of another stake. The steps were light and fast, and I rubbed gently, as if I was skating, and the movement was smooth. In the last moment, I stepped directly on the head of the person who had just called. The wooden stake, no one could step on the head of the head.

"ah!"

"Baishantang? I'm here to walk the mountaintang!"

Going up to another floor, this time, there was no Kung Fu, no trap, there was only one door, the wooden door as thick as a thumb blocked in front of Tang Long, without a lock, and a solid slap, knocking, a muffled sound.

Taking a deep breath, I held my ten fingers and held them again and again, and behind the door, there were seven or eight tables and dozens of people, just staring at them.

"Can he pass the three levels of the head?"

"But the world is very good. If you pass, you will clean up the snow in front of your door!"

"That's right, a little boy, I've kicked the hall several times, you're so guilty?"

"Of course I feel guilty. I haven't acted in many years. Can you be like the idiot who was knocked down by a single move and lost all your face. You don't even go back to the martial arts hall. You just pack up your things and go back to your hometown? In what era now, everyone pays attention to using virtue to convince people."

"Silence your voice, there are friends from the Hongmen Association behind you. Don't embarrass us in the Hong Kong martial arts world."

"Hey, I mean, are those guys here to support us or the one who is on the other side? How did I hear that the guys in North America have a good impression of that guy Li Zhenfan."

‘Bang!!’

With a 'a' sound, the door slowly hit the ground, splashing dust.

"Wow, so many people," Tang Long rubbed his wrists and raised his head: "It's a big scene."

The scene was a little noisy for a moment, and it was not until the guys behind coughed a few times before calming down the scene.

"This place brings together more than 20 sects including Xingyi, Bagua, Neijia, Tongjie, Pictogram, Eagle Claw, Guangdong Five Fist, etc. Dear martial arts fellows, I would like to ask friends to give us an explanation, why should we sweep our field?"

"I'll give you an explanation?" Tang Long said coldly: "I want you to give me an explanation. The history of Chinese martial arts for more than 3,000 years has passed down hundreds of pieces. Why is it that you have reached your generation, and there is no one who can fight?!"

"We boxing practitioners pay attention to martial ethics."

"Wude? Let others down and save others a life. This is called Wude. Being fucked by others and swelling your face to hit the fat man. This is not called Wude, it is called embarrassing!"

"What did you say?!"

"I have a lot of talk about it!"

"Stop!" Another voice came from behind, "Chinese martial arts are profound and profound. How can you understand thoroughly? How can we dare to say that we are proficient in it? Even if you can defeat all of us today, it only means that we are not good at learning and have nothing to do with the sect."

"I just hate your attitude!" Tang Long retorted loudly: "Today, everyone here dares to challenge Yang Luchan, Dong Haichuan, and Guo Yunshen? Who thinks your boxing skills are higher than Huo Yuanjia and Huang Feihong? You just don't dare! OK, okay, you are not as good as your ancestors. After decades, your disciples will not challenge you. Isn't this a generation worse than the next!"

"Those who learn boxing and martial arts practice have no rebellious spirit, don't think about how to defeat their masters, don't try to find out the shortcomings of this martial arts. One by one, they are even more grandson than grandsons, treat their ancestors as gods, and have no backbone at all. MD, what boxing do you practice, a group of unworthy descendants!!"

"You, you are so brave!"

"False theory!!"

"I know you look down on modern fighting techniques, but people are improving and exploring, and human mechanics are developing. One day, others will find the use of strength and tap the potential in the body. What about you? It is considered light to be conservative. You are defiling the glory of martial arts!!"

"Then according to your words, we should let our ancestors pass on their own and let them pass on to foreigners, just like Li Zhenfan did?"

"So what about the sermon? Isn't it enough for you to practice better than them? Can't you learn their strengths? European fencing, Western boxing techniques and principles, judo's sleeping skills, joint skills, and put them into martial arts? Go to another level?"

"Chinese martial arts are profound and profound..."

"I am so profound and profound, your sister," Tang Long said furiously, and pointed at him one by one: "One of them, I like to be grandchildren, I don't want to create my own path, and I don't even want to study each other! You guys, what are you!"

"How can you, an outsider, understand the rules of the sect?"

"Okay, then according to what you said, Sun Lutang is an unworthy person first? He learned gossip from Cheng Tinghua, Xingyi from Guo Yunshen, and internal martial arts from Song Shirong. Do you have any descendants of Sun's Xingyi? Your master is a unworthy person! Also, I remember that Huo Yuanjia's mysterious fist was secretly learned from his father, wow, another traitor! Oh, by the way, I still remember that Wing Chun was created by a woman. Isn't it embarrassing? Isn't it too unfilial to Ip Man? Isn't it true that I am also very unfilial?"

"What can this mean in different categories and sects of martial arts? A woman can have the courage to practice her own boxing. You group of 'seniments' and 'martial masters' are really inferior to a woman!"

"Our boxing skills contain the connotation of our traditional culture, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, love, and moral spirit, which is not as unbearable as you said!" One of the old boxers said angrily.

"Wow, so high-end, let me ask you, when the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China, why didn't you talk about benevolence and righteousness to them? During a series of national humiliations in modern times, why didn't you talk about morality to those enemies? It's better to embroider than to be so loving!!"

"Fisting is used for practical combat, and other than that, it's all nonsense! There is nothing inside, who can give you face!"
Chapter completed!