Ming Zuo

Chapter 799 Chinese Kung Fu
Zhao Zhu was depressed and wanted to regain his position, so he made a move to attack.

I saw that her figure was erratic, her moves were fierce, her fists were like the two hooks of a praying mantis, and she danced vigorously.

It was Zhu Jin's first experience with Mantis Boxing, so he couldn't figure out what was true and false for a while, so he could only defend cautiously.

On the surface, Zhao Zhu had the upper hand.

After several moves in a row failed to work, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly changed her move.

Yuhuan's steps became faster and faster, looking to the left and suddenly turning to the right.Stretching out his arms suddenly, he went straight to Zhu Jin's eyes.

Zhu Jin saw the truth, put his arms on both sides of his head, and blocked the move.

But Zhao Zhu was a false move.

Seeing that Zhu Jin's movements were getting old, he took a sudden step down, swept his right hand in front of Zhu Jin's eyes, blocking Zhu Jin's vision, and clasped the five fingers of his left hand together, hitting Zhu Jin's Guanyuan point like a poisonous snake.

As long as he hits, Zhu Jin will be paralyzed on the spot.

This trick was so ingenious that even Zuo Menggeng was amazed.

"It's a good way to break into Shaolin."

When the wind came from below, Zhu Jin secretly yelled that something was wrong.

It was too late for him to block, so in desperation, he had to shrink his stomach and puff up his muscles, and took Zhao Zhu's ruthless move.

There was a loud bang.

Zhu Jin remained motionless, a blush flashed across his face.

Zhao Zhu cried out in pain, and Teng Teng took several steps back, hugging his left wrist, with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

This turn of events took everyone by surprise.

Zhu Jin scratched his forehead, obviously he was beaten, why was Zhao Zhu injured?

Zhao Zhu gritted his teeth in pain, and said angrily, "You are so despicable, you actually practiced iron shirts."

Zhu Jin was puzzled.

"What is an iron cloth shirt?"

Zhao Zhu raised his swollen wrist.

"You still say no?"

Seeing that the two had a dispute, Zuo Menggeng stepped forward.

"Although Zhu Jin hasn't practiced any horizontal kung fu, the daily training of special forces is similar."

Zhao Zhu's big black and white eyes flickered, full of confusion.

Zuo Menggeng walked into the arena, looked at Zhao Zhu's non-problematic wrist, and explained.

"Any fighting kung fu, no matter how ever-changing the moves are, is always the same. It is nothing more than strength, speed and defense. Without these three points, no matter how good kung fu is, it will be empty."

He said to Zhao Zhu: "If you hit an ordinary person with the move you just made, the opponent would have been seriously injured. But their special forces have trained their muscles and bones to be as hard as steel. Your strength is not enough, so you retaliated. Own."

Yu Qi listened with splendor.

"I never thought that the commander-in-chief is actually a master of martial arts, and I have seen the truth of martial arts."

What Zuo Menggeng said was a scientific summary of fighting in later generations.

People in later generations don't know that fighting without strength, speed and defense is just a show.

People in this era, people who have practiced kung fu to a high level will basically understand it, but they will not summarize it so brilliantly and concisely.

The special forces were created by Zuo Menggeng, and the relevant concepts have been transmitted to them long ago.

Therefore, although the members of the special forces have not practiced hard qigong such as golden bell jars and iron shirts, their body's ability to resist blows is absolutely unparalleled in the world.

At least with Zhao Zhu's strength, it is impossible to break through.

Zhao Zhu was skeptical when she heard that, after all, she had not yet reached a higher level.

These years following Qixi martial arts, his kung fu has become more and more sophisticated, and he has competed with many famous masters from all over the world.Because there are more wins and fewer losses, he is very proud of his own kung fu.

This was the first time in her life that she failed to hit someone but hurt herself instead.

"Commander, how do you develop strength?"

Seeing her eager to learn, Zuo Menggeng taught her on the spot.

He asked Zhu Jin to come forward.

"Twenty push-ups."

Zhu Jin immediately fell to the ground, his body heaving up and down.

Looking at Zhu Jin's actions, Zhao Zhu only felt that it was novel, but he didn't think there was anything special about it.

She shook her head and fell to the ground, following Zhu Jin's example, doing push-ups faster.

Zuo Menggeng pursed his lips and smiled, thinking that this girl was thinking too simply.

He ordered suddenly.

"One finger."

When Zhu Jin heard this and propped himself up again, his hands suddenly left the ground.

When it fell, it was no longer the palm of the hand, but the index fingers of the two hands supported the ground alone.

One thin finger supported Zhu Jin's heavy body as usual.

Zhao Zhu was so strong that he followed suit.

In the end, he couldn't hold on for a while, and rolled to the ground with a scream, holding his fingers, tears in his eyes.

Seeing that Zhu Jin was still doing push-ups one after another, she finally understood something.

Zuo Menggeng wanted to show off his skills, and ordered again: "One hand."

So Zhu Jin simply put away one hand, and he was able to support his body up and down with only one hand.

Zhao Zhu fell to the side and was stunned.

She has tried it herself, so of course she knows how much strength Zhu Jin's movements require.

If such a fist hits him...

Just thinking about it, Zhao Zhu shuddered.

At this point, she realized that her martial arts still had a long way to go.

Speaking of Mantis Boxing, Zuo Menggeng couldn't help feeling nostalgic, so he said it casually.

"Tanglang Quan is fast but not chaotic, rigid but not stiff, soft but not soft. It is really a good skill to use against opponents who are stronger than yourself. You should practice more in the future to improve your strength. The skill of fighting."

The special forces around said yes, and the slight contempt for Tanglang Quan dissipated immediately.

They practice fighting every day and have received the most scientific training. Of course, they are most aware of how difficult it is to deal with opponents who are stronger and heavier than themselves.

They also saw Zhao Zhu's move just now, and it was just like what Zuo Menggeng said, he could not leave the opponent's gap, and he went straight to the vital point.

Zhao Zhu didn't have enough strength and speed, so he still couldn't show his might.

If it was Yu Qi, Zhu Jin would probably be the one who fell on the ground.

And hearing Zuo Menggeng's summary of Tanglangquan, Yu Qi and Zhao Zhu couldn't help but be convinced.

Even if Yu Qi is the founder of Mantis Boxing, his comprehension of this boxing technique is not as good as Zuo Menggeng's.

After all, his Tanglangquan is still in the stage of perfection, and Zuo Menggeng's knowledge of Tanglangquan is the masterpiece of later generations.

Yu Qi thought about it for a while, and asked each other.

"In the future, Mantis Boxing will be opened to teach disciples and passed on to the world. The commander-in-chief will be the teacher of all ages, and I ask the commander-in-chief for permission."

Zuo Menggeng was taken aback, thinking how could he become a boxing master?

Think about the later generations who learn Tanglangquan and put incense on the tablet of the ancestor, and one of the incense sticks belongs to them. This feeling is very strange.

Zuo Menggeng's thoughts diverged.

If you can make Taijiquan, Bajiquan, Hongquan, Tongbiquan, Xingyiquan, Baguazhang, Piguazhang, Zhaquan, Tangshou, etc., wouldn't that mean...

People who practice martial arts in future generations must respect themselves as their ancestors?
It's quite amusing to think about the situation in future generations where incense is everywhere and countless disciples and grandchildren.

(End of this chapter)