Start practicing from brushing experience

Chapter 76
"Not bad, not bad." Wang An nodded, very satisfied.

He used the Tai Chi spiral force technique for the first blow, which he has practiced quite proficiently, while Zhijin has only just mastered it and has not been practiced repeatedly, so it is not bad to be able to strike such a force.

In fact, this straight mana technique was also mentioned in Taijiquan, but he hadn't mastered it before.

At this time, Li Xinzhu, who was practicing boxing, stopped, took a breath, wiped off his sweat, drank his saliva, saw Wang An in the corner, and walked over.

"What are you thinking about?" Li Xinzhu glanced at the numbers on the boxing strength testing machine while speaking, and was stunned for a while.

"What, what's going on?"

"What's going on, numbers, you don't know how to count?"

"Nonsense, can I not know how to count? I'm asking how the number came from, and you typed it?"

"What do you think, how are you doing?"

"Well, it's not bad. I think what you said is very reasonable. At first, I practiced a hundred times a day, and then slowly increased it. After three days, I increased it to three hundred times. I practiced for another three days. A set of punches repeated over and over is really enough!
Later, I gritted my teeth and persisted. I felt that the place that was not smooth suddenly became much smoother, and then I added it to [-].I'm hitting a thousand times a day now.

The three thousand times you mentioned is very difficult, no, how do you type it, lift it with your feet or punch it with your fist? "Li Xinzhu pointed to the numbers on the boxing test machine.

"It can be seen that you are practicing seriously." Wang An changed the subject.

"That's natural, how about you accompany me through two tricks?"

"Okay, come on!" Wang An was thinking about finding a sandbag to try this straight force technique, but he didn't expect this live target to be delivered by himself.

Li Hsinchu put up a fist fight, and then started to attack, punching fast and rushing, aggressive, typical hard punching, like a tiger out of the cage.

Wang An is still Taiji Yunshou, the method of unloading force, Ren Li Xinzhu's punches are like a strong wind, he is calm and calm, and the opponent's attacks are easily received and unloaded.

"It's this disgusting Tai Chi unloading again, can you change the style of play?" Li Xinzhu really didn't know what to do with his Tai Chi.

"Just let go of the beating and treat me like a moving sandbag." Wang An said with a smile.

Li Xinzhu continued to throw punches, constantly attacking Wang An, that is, Bengquan.

"Don't worry, you are too fast, you must be steady and accurate first!"

After practicing for a while, Li Xinzhu was out of breath.

"Stop, rest for a while." Beating people is more tiring than practicing boxing alone.

"Punch me again."

"Why?" Li Xinzhu was taken aback.

"I'll try your strength."

After hearing this, Li Xinzhu put his fists together, "Be careful."

A punch burst out, Wang An raised his hand to catch it, and at the same time that the fist landed on his palm, his arm retreated, and the force of the impact was transmitted along the arm, down the spine, and was unloaded by him to the ground along the thigh.

"It's still not right for you to be straight."

"What's wrong, are you still going straight?"

"Straight, straight, straight, straight, just like a gun piercing. The force rises from the feet, goes up the back, and then sends out through the arms. It is not a single part of the force, but the whole force."

As Wang An said, he punched out, and he could hear a "hoo".

"You really know how to be straight?" Li Xinzhu on the side was taken aback when he saw this.

"Understand a little."

"You, how did you do it?"

"It was you who taught me Xingyi Quan."

"I know this, but I haven't fully understood the technique of exerting energy until now! Let's not talk about this, you will wait for a while." Li Xinzhu ran to the side after speaking, and picked up a protective gear.

"Come on, give me a punch, let me feel it." He patted the protective gear.

"Alright, stand still."

"Come on, no problem." Li Xinzhu spread his legs apart, made a lunge, and leaned forward.

Wang An stepped forward with one step, punching fists and straightening his strength.

With a bang, Li Xinzhu's feet left the ground, he flew upside down, hit a sandbag with a bang, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and was stunned for a while.

Wang An hurried forward and grabbed the dangling sandbag.

"Are you OK?"

Li Xinzhu was still in a dazed state, just now he felt a rush of momentum, as if he had been stabbed suddenly by a stake, and he was sent flying all at once.

"You, have you really developed straight strength?"

Well, Wang An nodded.

"How did you practice?"

"It's just practicing and practicing." Wang An said ambiguously.

"Then why didn't I practice it?"

"Maybe it's because you haven't practiced enough, thought enough, and didn't have the right time."

"When the time is not right, it's still too mysterious to practice a boxing."

Wang An pulled him up and made him stand upright, then raised his hand to point to a dozen positions on his body, and drew a line, starting from the legs, along the waist to the back, and then from the shoulders to the arms.

"This is probably the transmission route of Zhi Jin's power, remember?"

"Remember." Li Xinzhu nodded.

"You continue to practice, I'll go first." Wang An patted his shoulder, turned and prepared to leave.

Just as he walked to the door, he saw a person rushing in. This person, Wang An, had met once in Zhao's Medical Center, was Li Xinzhu's senior brother.

He hurried in and glanced at it.

"Hsinchu, change your clothes quickly and go out with me." He yelled at Li Hsinchu, who was practicing boxing, and then called another person's name, and the three of them left in a hurry, seemingly in a hurry.

Wang An didn't care. He left the martial arts gym and pedaled his bicycle. When he was leaving, he saw a group of people walking past the banner. On the banner, he saw a person's name - Yang Xianhua.

"Hey, what's going on here, that guy is in trouble again?" Wang An turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Tai Chi Martial Arts Hall.

"A good martial arts school doesn't care about management, it just makes some messy things, hey!"

Wang An kicked off his bike and left. After turning the corner, he saw a group of people surrounding a teenage girl who was panicking while pushing a bicycle, and an old man was lying on the ground.

"What's the matter with you kid, you don't have eyes when you ride a bicycle? Look, you hit this old man."

"What's the phone number of your parents, call them quickly."

The adults around the child all looked fierce.

"I, I didn't mean to." The kid was clearly terrified.

"It's not intentional!"

There were people nearby watching the fun, but no one helped.

Wang An glanced at the old man who was screaming on the ground, and knew that it was most likely Pongci.

"This is the way of the world!" He thought for a while, put the bicycle aside, walked over, and squeezed the crowd outside.

"Who, what are you squeezing?"

Wang An squeezed into the center and saw the old man lying on the ground, yelling, and one of his shoes flew off.

(End of this chapter)