Among the three, Hakler, who is a daily meditation, has the sharpest perception, but he also has the weakest dynamic skills in his hands. Although after the qi and blood grow, he will be self-reliant in every move, for real practical combat, it is naturally not possible to rely on a brute force alone.

What's more, even if Hackle has a lot of strength in his hands and feet, he is naturally much worse than the masters of the Chinese arts who use dynamic skills to sharpen their bodies every day, let alone Yang Luchan's ghost-like thundering method.

"Broken neck with one punch!"

Hackle's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt a huge threat from Yang Luchan from afar, and even locked himself in. "The old man's skill in his hands is superb, and what's even more terrifying is that he is even more ruthless than the boy named Yang Meng!"

Hackle felt nervous, and his body involuntarily retreated wildly. However, when three figures of lynx like leopards rushed out, he realized that his speed of running with all his strength was obviously much slower.

The three of them had different heights and faces, but their feet were as fast as the wind. In contrast, even Nehad, who was known for his daily practice of action, had a faint desire to retreat.

Hackle looked at Nehad's slow feet and suddenly felt a sense of creepy. He completely put aside the idea of ​​asking his companions to advance and retreat together, and quietly accelerated and ran backwards.

He has been practicing meditation for about decades, and his qi and blood are strong all over his body, which is no less than those who practice martial arts. As for the improvement and changes in his spiritual will, it is particularly obvious that his perception and intuition of crisis are even much stronger than Yang Meng.

However, static exercise is static exercise. Even if the qi and blood are deeper and stronger, it can only help maintain health and prolong life.

What made Hackle depressed was that although the old man behind him seemed to be a little older than him, when his hunched figure spread out with all his might, like a strong wind sweeping through the dense forest and a storm, his aura was like a wolf smoke. Even the squirrels, hares and other small animals along the way were lying on the ground and stalemate as if they were struck by lightning.

Hackle opened his mouth and finally couldn't help but scream for help. But when he just turned around, he saw the two companions with excellent dynamic skills surpassing him. He ran back without looking back.

"Get out!"

The strong wind kicked behind him, and Hackle suddenly exhaled and shouted loudly in shock and anger, then turned around and stepped out to fist. Although he did not have the aura of the master of the Chinese arts, the power in his hands was also very heavy, and his fist path was not as tricky and sharp. However, it was also a must-have to attack him.

This is human survival instinct. Even though he knows that he is not his opponent, he still wants to gain a glimmer of vitality.

The idea is naturally good, but the opponent may not cooperate.

The old man chasing Hackle was as hunched as shrimps and his hands were as dry as firewood. But he was such a dry and thin old man. Once he tried his best, his aura instantly covered half of the forest.

The old man was short, but his legs were slightly bent when he ran, looking like a monkey riding a war horse, revealing a hint of funnyness in his unrestrainedness.

However, the action may not be fancy enough, but the effect is extremely amazing. The old man sat bent his legs and crossed a few meters in one step, just like a paper man, floating towards Hackle's fist!

clatter!

The old man slapped his palm, and then he followed his arms like a long snake. He let Hackle use his strength to feed his breasts, but he could not break free from the old man's soft and light hand stomping on the ground.

Hackler's hands were tight and he kicked out instinctively. Before he could hit the old man's crotch, he suddenly staggered by the pulling force coming from his hand.

The old man's hand was as strong as a needle. But he was attracted but not released. He just carefully tested the depth of Hakler. Although his shriveled body did not surge like Yang Luchan's gang, his strength continued to increase when all the qi and blood were released.

"Hehe, it turns out to be a Wendan!"

The old man turned his hand twice and finally tested the depth of Hackle. Seeing that the golden-retriever punched him again, he had a complete murderous intention in his heart.

The old man still rode his legs while riding with his legs, and his hands were swinging his arms like a pill, and he rushed forward with his arms close to him.

One hand seemed to have no breath of fireworks, but it was very easy to use a hand-turning and turning arm movement to gently push away Hackle's fist that he had hit with all his strength. The other hand, after clenching it into a fist in the air, stepped on a certain amount of motion under his feet, and without hesitation, hit his arm in front of his chest without hesitation!

Kara!

In his fist, he had the femininity of Tai Chi fixed-step silk-wrapped force, and took into account the long-fist force of Tai Chi cannon hammer, which swirled away from the long fist. At the moment of the frontal strike, he exploded completely. While removing the force in a circle, he also made a tiny force like a broken force, which broke Hackle's untrained arm bones. Then, he seemed to suddenly increase the power, and in the two consecutive tremors that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, he brought Hackle's own arm and hit him heavily in the chest!

Kick!

The twisted arm was not affected by the so-called secondary injury. Instead, it was separated by the sternum of an arm. Under the force of fighting across the mountain by the old man, it broke in an instant like dry firewood, and followed the movement of the punch and collapsed inward for two minutes...

puff!

Hackler blew his mouth and his eyes suddenly fell forward. However, as a powerful qi and blood master of static skills, his will to survive was naturally very strong. Before his body hit the ground, his other intact arm was also hit and fell to the old man's knee before he was completely desperate.

The old man smiled, kicked his legs around and bounced, and he cleverly collapsed back to Hackle's fist. Then, before Hackle could punch again, he had already bounced his prawn-like body from the ground, and a knee hit Hackle's hand. Then, with the rebounding force, he turned forward in the air, jumped onto his shoulder like a ghost, and then he suddenly raised his arm...

Bang!

A punch fell like thunder, and in a blink of an eye, it smashed Hackle's head into his chest intact.

Yang Meng ran up, while looking at the body that seemed to be beheaded slowly falling down in disbelief. After sticking out his tongue, he couldn't help asking the old man, "Mr. Chen's move is a fixed-step silk-wrapped hammer?"

Chen Changxing shook his head, raised his feet slightly, and landed lightly on the ground along the movement of the body falling. Then he gently pulled the corner of his mouth and said to Yang Meng with a smile: "You have been learning from 'Cong' for so many days, and you are still obsessed with what kind of force and moves you do. As long as the power of the divine will arrive, no matter what kind of moves it moves, just follow the thoughts in your heart and hit it at will!"

"That's true..." Yang Meng smiled, and then turned his eyes to another battle group with Chen Changxing.

The two men who took action in the end seemed to be running like wolves and their movements looked extremely violent and fierce. Even if they didn't look at the thick hair on their bodies, they knew they were "Shou" and "Qi" father and son.

It doesn't matter. What surprised Yang Meng was that the Islamic imam who had trained his legs to the point of being sophisticated was not enough to fight hard with dynamic skills and speed and "strangeness". What was rare was that the ascetic monk who had one hand folded his hands and responded to "stand" with only his legs and one hand could actually give way to his two ultimate moves in front of such an impromptu master who was fighting with improvised action.

"This person's yoga and bitter Zen skills have reached the point of being above the elixir, but the reason why he can make the 'guard' dare not activate it with all his strength is the constant arm seal..."

After Chen Changxing looked at it, his face gradually became a little admirable. However, when he saw Yang Meng being intoxicated, his eyes turned and he suddenly got the exam, "Do you know, what is the real power of the bitter Zen practiced by this ascetic monk?"

"Don't move?"

Master Yang Meng looked at it blankly, then continued to say something wrong: "The old monk's practice of bitter Zen is very charming that even the state of Chinese martial arts and alchemy is even indestructible... But I saw that his eyes were red as blood, and his hands and feet were trembling faintly. Could it be that the practice of the yoga bitter Zen line is really like the superior method of Chinese martial arts that infuses essence and orifices with qi and blood, which can fully stimulate the potential and strength of the human body?"

Chen Changxing shook his head, took two steps forward, and after taking a closer look, he suddenly laughed suddenly, "This old monk's kung fu is not as powerful as it looks, but the vitality and blood in the bitter Zen handprint are too strong... This makes Old "Shou" fear..."

Speaking of this, Chen Changxing pointed to Hani's eyes again, "You see that his eyes were a little dull and divergent. I'm afraid he swallowed the so-called 'heat resin', which can completely hypnotize his own will and stimulate the potential of his muscles and spirit..."

Yang Meng looked at the old man's gaze and then realized that Hani's eyes were indeed a bit distracted in the violent gaze. However, everyone was moving at a fast speed. But they didn't know what method the ascetic monk used to suck so much "heat resin" in just a few seconds...

"Huh? Isn't this numb... the marijuana that later generations call it? No wonder this old monk is so brave. It turns out that he took medicine... It's just that this marijuana bitter Zen technique can make the body and mind temporarily excited, but it is catalyzed by drugs. I'm afraid that its power will not only not last long, but may even be overdrawn excessively, thus reducing its lifespan!"

Yang Meng and the others were thinking, but Hani Di and "Shou" exploded with all their strength in an instant. One of them looked like lightning and punched several times in an instant. The other had to abandon the Tathagata's handprints that had been practicing for decades, and suddenly punched the somewhat stiff right hand amid the sound of the dislocation of muscles and bones...

Kick!

The moment the two fists intersected, the two of them felt like they were thundering, but after a short suffocating pause, they fit together again as if crazy!

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Chapter completed!