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Chapter 556 Flowers have thorns, and cotton has needles

It is impossible to try to overwhelm Xiantian with a sea of ​​people.

The same goes for Ye Xingyu.

Although he is only Dan Jin now, his spiritual power is much more terrifying than that of an innate strong man. As long as he releases his soul power, every opponent's movements will be extremely slow in his eyes, giving him enough time.

Take it calmly.

However, in the eyes of the spectators, the ten captains advanced and retreated like the wind, struck like lightning, and their rapid and violent attacks were like rolling waves, continuous and dazzling.

However, a full minute passed, and the combined attack and siege of the ten captains had no effect at all. Ye Xingyu was always able to resolve all kinds of attacks at the most appropriate time and with the least effort.

Two minutes, three minutes, four minutes...

The situation remains the same and all efforts are in vain.

Ye Xingyu is like a pillar, no matter how rough the waves are, it will remain standing.

"Did you see it?" Wang Jingze, who was watching the battle, asked in a low voice.

"Well, as expected, it's Tai Chi!" Wu Wei nodded, "But his footwork is a bit strange, I've never seen it before."

"As expected, he is a disciple of the Zuo family!" Wang Jingze stretched his eyebrows and smiled.

Wu Wei asked again: "It seems you really want this son-in-law?"

"Of course!" Wang Jingze admitted generously, "But my daughter is a little confused, and she needs my help as a father, otherwise it won't happen!"

"You'd better save your time, don't do anything wrong!" Wu Wei advised, but didn't take it seriously.

I don’t know if Wang Jingze heard it or not. Anyway, his brain circuit is a little abnormal. Like daughter, like father.

While the two were talking, the battle on the field had lasted for a full five minutes, and some people's physical strength began to fail, causing their condition to decline.

For example, Song Hongyin, who had already fought with Wang Chunxiang before, was already red in the face and breathless.

Wang Chunxiang, on the other hand, is in her golden age and has much more physical energy, but there is no sign of weakness yet.

At this point, Ye Xingyu felt that it was almost over and there was no point in delaying it any longer.

As for what to rely on to win?

Of course it’s still Tai Chi.

When Tai Chi is practiced to an advanced level, it is very suitable for dealing with multiple opponents. It is not only good at defense, but also can counterattack quietly, which is often said to be a continuous attack and a preemptive strike.

When using Tai Chi, you can't attack head-on. You have to follow the opponent's momentum, use force to pull you, avoid the most important and take advantage of the light. You can often achieve miraculous results.

For example, at this time, Ye Xingyu seemed to be dealing with ten people at the same time. In fact, this was not the case. He was taking advantage of the opponent's strength, guiding them, and restraining each other, allowing them to beat him on their own, while Ye Xingyu himself was very effortless.

This is the scary thing about Tai Chi. There are thorns in the flowers and needles hidden in the cotton. It's okay to touch it lightly, but if you use too much force, you will hurt yourself.

Also, Tai Chi is not limited to passive retaliation, but can also be proactive. This depends on the practitioner's character and on-the-spot tactics.

But now, the needles in the cotton and the thorns in the flowers no longer hide, they take the initiative and show their sharpness, pricking wherever there is a loophole.

When Ye Xingyu wanted to end it, his hands began to become magical, always appearing in other people's empty spaces at just the right time, making them impossible to guard against.

Ancient warriors of the same level, even if they could see the flaws in their opponent's moves, would still find it difficult to seize the fleeting opportunity. They obviously thought they could win, but they just couldn't.

This is related to many factors, including prediction, decision-making, patience, reaction, speed, accuracy, etc., both in terms of psychological games and physical fitness, and one is often indispensable.

But Ye Xingyu is different. He is the founder of martial arts and has extremely rich practical experience. No matter what, he can crush these ten captains in all aspects.

In his eyes, there are so many flaws in his opponent that he doesn't need to search for them deliberately or wait for opportunities. As long as he wants to end the game, he can easily defeat the enemy with one move.

Therefore, less than twenty seconds after Ye Xingyu launched his counterattack, the ten captains were attacked one by one and were all defeated.

However, since it was a sparring match, he would not hit hard. He only needed to knock his opponent back a few steps and he would know that he was defeated.

If it's a one-on-one fight, you should admit defeat at this point; if it's a group fight, you're out at this point.

And when all ten captains are out, the final winner can only be Ye Xingyu.

"Excellent!" Wu Wei shouted and took the lead in applauding.

Then, the whole audience burst into applause, like thunder.

Ye Xingyu proved himself with his strength, conquered the audience and convinced his opponents.

The ten captains came forward, shook hands with Ye Xingyu one by one, and said a few polite words.

Ye Xingyu has a relatively easy-going personality and is not aloof. No matter who he faces, he can give basic respect. Even the vendors setting up stalls on the roadside can be treated politely.

When the captains shook hands with him, he always smiled and did not put on airs. He did not show any arrogance of the winner. This made the losers have no complaints and were convinced.

On the other hand, some people, although they have great strength, have no education and quality. When they win, they will stick up their tails and become arrogant. They will call others trash and step on their faces with their feet.

This means that you have no martial ethics and will not be respected by others. Instead, you will make enemies everywhere and have enemies everywhere.

Of course, it is not limited to martial arts competitions. In all aspects of life, there are many such people. They have no technical strength but no moral cultivation. They are like an ignorant primary school student. They always think that they are awesome. Don’t they know that others regard them as such?

Idiot.

Ye Xingyu's principle of dealing with things is very simple, I will not offend others unless they offend me. If you respect me one foot, I will respect you one foot.

Those who are defeated will not feel humiliated, but will benefit a lot from it.

In this way, there seems to be a winner, but in fact there is no loser. Instead, the captains want to thank Ye Xingyu and respect him as a person.

The last person to interact with Ye Xingyu was Wang Chunxiang. She did not choose to shake hands, but put her arms around the other person's neck, like brothers, and leaned closer and said: "What boxing technique did you use just now? I have time to teach you.

I!"

Ye Xingyu's head was really big. There were hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her here, and her father and her brother were both present. Wang Chunxiang still wanted to hook up with him. What could he do?

Is it embarrassing? Is it embarrassing? Is it disappointing? Is it annoying?

Three black lines were about to appear on Ye Xingyu's forehead, and he quickly lowered his voice and shouted softly: "Let go of your hands first, how can you ask for advice like this?"

Wang Chunxiang was still obedient and immediately let go of Ye Xingyu's neck, but said: "You have to promise me now. I owe you a favor. If you ask me for help in the future, I will not shirk it."

Ye Xingyu glanced sideways at Wang Chunxiang and replied with four words: "Let's talk about it later!"


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