Most of the military boxing styles are open and closed, punching and kicking, which are masculine, fierce and powerful, and have great mechanical beauty.

There are also small ones that belong to the grappling category, which are flexible and focus on skills.

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Zhang Yihu and Zhao Laoliu are competing, and there are rules for this, which is to leave some remaining strength, but not to let the energy go out and spread it into a gang.

Zhang Yihu punched one after another, like a river, endless, always taking the initiative to attack.

Zhao Laoliu was also very particular about it. He put away his double blades, crouched half-crouched, and moved left and right with great dexterity. Occasionally he would stand up, and then immediately move again. His body skills were excellent, and his steps were very rhythmic.

Zhang Yihu saw that his fists and kicks were ineffective, and Zhao Laoliu dodged them all, so he had to use his feet, sweep his legs, kick horizontally, flick his legs, and smash them to the ground.

The two of them became anxious for a while.

Half a stick of incense has been used. For people below this level, it is a rush of hands, strong winds, and yellow sand rolling. It is dizzying and shaken.

However, these people present are basically Wu Zong, so naturally they are not worth watching. No matter how good the airs and basic skills of both sides are, it is meaningless.

No one cheered.

"Brother Zhao, use your real skills. You're always dodging here and there. I'm here as a sparring partner, so I might as well do a set of punches on my own."

Zhang Yihu was a little impatient.

"That's good, you have to pay attention." Zhao Laoliu replied. As soon as he stepped back, he stepped forward and rushed forward, but instead of running towards the main entrance, he went down the third road.

Zhang Yihu also cheered up and did not retreat. He lowered his knees and lowered his waist, and smashed down with his fists like hammers.

However, when Zhao Laoliu was approaching, he turned around, kicked the ground slightly, and changed his moves very quickly.

Zhang Yihu had just punched down with both fists. This was a prejudgment. It was an animal power that had not yet been used. He saw Zhao Laoliu changing his moves and kicking backwards. His left foot was running. He had no choice but to take a half step sideways, change from horse stance to lunge, and draw back his left hand.

Wear it around your waist to adapt to changes.

Changes have come, Zhao Laoliu's back kick has also changed. He pulls back a little, then pushes, and a pit appears on the ground. Under the push, yellow mud shoots out, his feet are as flexible as hands, and a ball of yellow mud appears.

It flew out from the ground and shot directly at Zhang Yihu's front door.

Zhang Yihu also reacted very quickly. He ignored the flying mud and turned his left hand into a fist at his waist. He swung it out very quickly and knocked down the flying mud. He even took the opportunity to take a half step forward, intending to counterattack.

Although Zhao Laoliu turned around with his back facing Zhang Yihu, it was as if he had a pair of clear eyes on the back of his head. He suddenly lay down, put his hands on the ground, and shrank into a ball.

Zhang Yihu took half a step forward, bowed, and smashed his right fist diagonally.

At this time, Zhao Laoliu's huddled body suddenly opened up, and his body collapsed. He held his feet with his hands, replaced his hands with his feet, and kicked Zhang Yihu's chest with his feet.

It was said that he had eyes on the back of his head. Such a double kick happened to meet Zhang Yihu's stone fist and hit him diagonally.

As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands, and arms cannot twist thighs, let alone legs. Zhang Yihu's fist was kicked back and failed to hit anyone. Instead, it hit his own chest, and he immediately took three steps back.

Zhao Laoliu did something magical this time. He switched his hands and feet, walked backwards, and kicked Zhang Yihu in a series, without giving Zhang Yihu time to breathe, and forcefully forced Zhang Yihu out of the circle.

"good."

"good."

"Well done, Grandmaster Zhao."

There was cheering all around, and hands and feet were exchanged. To reach this point, it takes more than ten years of hard training. Humans are like apes, and they are worth learning from. Although they cannot be like Zhao Laoliu, they are all masters at the Wuzong level. Yes.

The control of the body is also extremely good. With a lot of practice and practice, you can exert a certain amount of power.

When martial arts training reaches the stage of Wuzong, the pursuit of strength and strength has reached a new level. The emphasis is no longer on overwhelming others with force, but on skills, effectiveness, surprise, and victory at the minimum cost.

"Grandmaster Zhao wins!" Mo Bufan shouted.

As the number one alchemist in Baihu County, Mo Bufan is an innately powerful person and the controller of the Mo family. He is a fair man and was chosen as the referee by everyone.

Zhang Yihu was knocked out of the circle, and his strength was still showing. He was unwilling to give in. He was about to fight again with his fists, but was stopped by Li Shengli.

"Brother Monkey, I can still fight." Zhang Yihu had already transferred his energy and blood, his face turned red. As soon as Li Shengli walked away, Zhang Yihu would definitely rush forward and give him a good fight.

"Okay!" Li Shengli looked serious and shouted: "The competition is not about winning or losing, but about borrowing lots. Is your head grown with muscles? You are a reckless man who only knows how to fight. If you don't know, you will lose."

Where, even if you play again, what if you win?"

"I..." Zhang Yihu paused: "I'm just unwilling..."

"Go back and think about it yourself." Li Shengli drove Zhang Yihu back: "Next one!"

"I'll come!" A short but extremely muscular young man came out.

"Who is this..." Wang Shouyi asked. Wang Shouli was in charge of military training. Some people seemed familiar to Wang Shouyi but did not know their names.

"Zhang Yishan, Zhang Yihu's cousin, practices the body strength technique, is good at fists and kicks, and likes to kill with one strike!" Li Shengli explained.

Tongti Jin Technique is derived from Tongti Jin. As the name suggests, the whole body's strength is concentrated in one point and explodes. It is a high-attack type of technique.

The technique refers to the technique of transporting qi and blood at high speed, with high attack speed and high explosive speed.

The technique is suitable for dealing with Zhao Laoliu. Zhao Laoliu is a dexterous and agile martial artist, but his explosive power is insufficient.

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Holding his fist in front of his hand, Zhang Yishan took a lunge, dodged, and made a fist with his right hand. His muscles suddenly swelled, the waterfall lengthened, and he hit his chest. There was no trick at all.

Use speed to fight speed, use violence to fight violence, just like the violent wind and rain, which will never stop.

Poor Zhao Laoliu, he received one punch after another without any time to breathe. After one hundred and eight punches, he was forcefully forced out of the circle like Zhang Yihu.

"good!"

"good!"

The onlookers from the city defense camp cheered loudly and got the game back.

Wang Shouyi nodded and expressed satisfaction with Zhang Yishan, but Zhao Laoliu also surprised Wang Shouyi. His reaction speed, body instinct and combat experience were definitely among the best in his field.

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One hundred and eight punches, some were avoided or blocked, some were blocked or blocked, but none of them landed, and he was forced out of the circle intact. It was so stable!

"Pingyang Zhang Yishan wins." Mo Bufan reported the result in a leisurely manner.

"Mo Tie, come on!" Mo Bufan pointed at a man about the same height as Zhang Yishan. His surname was Mo, and he was obviously from the Mo family.

Wang Shouyi looked over and looked at Mo Tie who was coming out of the crowd. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, feeling very interesting.

Mo Tie, like Zhang Yishan, practices body-strengthening techniques.

It is Tongti Jin, not Tongti Jin technique.

Tongtijin refers to the method of physical training, and martial arts is the method of combat.

I don’t know what kind of fighting method this Mo Tie’s technique is.

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They cupped their fists and cupped their hands. Perhaps both of them were practicing the same exercises. They looked at each other in sympathy and for a while, but they actually worked hard without any contact with each other.

Sink your knees and raise your chest, lift your fists flat, take half a step, punch your waist, stretch your waist vertically, hold your palms to the sky, raise your knees and hit your feet...

The thirty-six postures of the whole body are performed very slowly, but the strength is revealed in the slowness, and the technique is revealed in the strength.

Muscles contract as desired, like chopsticks being inserted through the intestines, soft and strong, soft and strong, changing at will.

Both sides finished the fight at the same time, but they were both covered in white as if they were coming out of hot water.

"kill"

"kill"

Both sides shouted violently at the same time, jumped up and down, and their figures intertwined. Only a loud explosion was heard, and the two of them exploded in the air, like huge rocks hitting the ground, and both of them fell to the ground.

Wang Shouyi and Mo Bufan both flashed and landed next to their respective people.

Push the uterus to activate blood circulation, pinch the bones to set the bones, take the elixir internally, and apply the plaster externally.

Wang Shouyi's fingering was like electricity, and he connected with Zhang Yishan's thirty-six places of blood. His fingers turned into swords, and he punctured his body, and a stream of dark red blood spurted out from his middle finger.

Mo Bufan, his fingers are like lines, pressing the blood vessels to move, or splitting and closing, and finally slaps Mo Bufan's palm directly into Mo Tiexan, and a mouthful of bloody blood spurts out to the sky.

No one expected that the two people who cherished each other at the beginning would collide so fiercely and explosively.

If Wang Shouyi and Mo Bufan were not present, they would have died due to retrograde flow of Qi and blood, and their blood vessels would burst.

At this point, the two sides have set a rule that they will only compete with fists and kicks, and will not use Qi and blood techniques.
Chapter completed!