Miracle doctor tao yun

Just sitting on the bed, ye Shaochuan is ready to practice. Suddenly, he thinks about having a barbecue with Zhang Li. After thinking about it, he gives up.

Sent a text message in the past, let the other party not to wait, tomorrow morning afternoon directly to the clinic on the line. After all, his promise to help the other party remove the plaster has not been fulfilled.

After texting, he entered a state of cultivation.

The night passed.

In the early morning of the next day, he got up and still ran for more than ten kilometers. He came to the remote corner of the park to fight, refine and breathe. A natural breath filled his whole body.

"Brother, are you here again?"

Practice for half an hour, the honest boy appeared again, still watching Ye Shaochuan boxing, and then say hello, from his words, ye Shaochuan actually heard the joy.

The boy only met him once. This is just the second time. He is very happy. Ye Shaochuan really doesn't understand him.

"Cong, are you here?"

The boy's name is Zheng Congming. Ye Shaochuan is amused at the thought of his name. His silly appearance has nothing to do with cleverness. He doesn't know who will give him a really clever name, but he is very happy.

"Yes, brother, why didn't I see you come yesterday?" Zheng Congming came over and said directly, "I thought you wouldn't come back today."

"Something happened yesterday."

In fact, ye Shaochuan came earlier than today and went back earlier. He didn't meet Zheng Congming, but there's no need to explain.

"Well, brother, let's practice boxing together. I don't think you have any strength. Can you fight?" Zheng Congming said.

Ye Shaochuan can't laugh or cry when he hears the speech. His boxing is hard and soft. He can't say that he has no strength at all. Of course, the Ming King boxing with the boy is a little less powerful than that.

There was no need to explain this. He said, "I don't practice boxing to fight!"

"You talk like my master, but you don't practice boxing for fighting. Why?" Zheng Congming scratched his head and asked with wide eyes.

Suddenly, ye Shaochuan was a little curious about Zheng Congming's master. Instead of answering, he asked, "did you ask your master this question? What did he say?"

"Yes. My master said that martial arts practitioners don't practice boxing to fight. I asked why. My master said that martial arts practitioners practice boxing to avoid being humiliated. " Zheng Congming said solemnly.

"Don't be humiliated..."

Ye Shaochuan was stunned when he heard the speech, and his face looked thoughtful. These three words really tell the essence of martial arts training, not to be brave and fierce, not to strengthen his body, but to avoid being bullied and insulted.

These three words are much better than his answer of strengthening the body.

"Big brother, why do you say boxing?" Zheng Congming continued to ask.

"Ha ha, your master is right. I practice boxing in the same way, so as not to be humiliated." Ye Shaochuan said with a smile.

"Well, let's practice boxing together. Before, Shifu practiced with me. Later, when Shifu left, there was no one to practice with me." Zheng Congming said.

With that, he put on the posture of King Ming's fist. He clenched his fist with both hands, one foot in front and the other in back. He bowed slightly on his back and looked angry. This is the tiger subduing style of King Ming.

"Then practice!"

Ye Shaochuan's heart itches when he sees this. Since he left the clan for such a long time, he has been practicing martial arts secretly. He really hasn't practiced with others.

At the moment, he also used his self-cultivation fist.

This set of self-cultivation boxing is handed down by the clan. It combines hardness and softness, and cultivates both inside and outside. It not only has obvious health preserving effect, but also is a set of powerful boxing skills. In the face of pursuit, he relied on this set of boxing skills to get out of the siege.

Bang!

See ye Shaochuan also agreed, Zheng Congming grin, suddenly moved, a fist, wind wanton, the whole person like a tiger down the mountain in general.

"Well done!"

Ye Shaochuan gave a clear drink and waved his fist to meet him.

Zheng Congming's Ming Wang fist is very fierce and fierce. Once it is used, it is hard to attack and hard to fight, regardless of defense. Its power is really very powerful.

However, ye Shaochuan is experienced and has genuine Qi to protect his body. He is not afraid of him. His body is warm when he uses his health training fist. The genuine Qi rises from the elixir field, crosses the meridians, swims all over his body, and reaches all the limbs. His strength bursts out.

Bang Bang

Two people fight, the rabbit rises and falls, you come and I go, fight hard, fast, fierce, in this remote corner of the park, the air is constantly blowing, leaves are flying, trampling on the lawn are showing a very clear footprints.

Ye Shaochuan is more and more shocked. Zheng Congming's strength is too abnormal. Not only his fist is ferocious, but also his body is extremely hard. I don't know whether he is hard Qigong or gifted?

In particular, the opponent is more and more brave, more and more powerful, as if tireless, but also let him from the beginning of both offensive and defensive, gradually transformed into a simple defense.Although he has only 30% strength now, Zheng Congming's strength still shocked Ye Shaochuan. Such strength boxing is too overbearing.

"Ha ha, have a good time!"

Ye Shaochuan was tired of being on guard, but Zheng Congming was more and more fierce and happy in the Vietnam War. He could not help laughing. With one punch, he was powerless. With a bang, he directly pushed Ye Shaochuan back four or five steps. He not only withdrew from the lawn, but also crushed a bluestone brick.

This kind of bluestone brick is specially made. It won't change much even in ten or twenty years, but now it is crushed by Ye Shaochuan's foot. This shows the power of this foot.

You know, this is the result of Ye Shaochuan's retreat to vent the strength of Zheng Congming's fist on him. He retreated four or five steps, and each step was releasing his strength. It is reasonable to say that the last step was the weakest, but he could break the bluestone brick. It can be seen how terrible the strength of Zheng Congming's fist is.

"Hoo..."

Seeing that Zheng Congming didn't catch up with him, ye Shaochuan was also relieved. It's good to end like this. If he continues, he'll make a fool of himself.

After wiping the sweat on his forehead, he felt that Zheng Congming had appeared in modern society. If he had been born in ancient times, he would have been a man of the world's most powerful generals only by his boxing skills.

"Brother, how is my boxing practice?" Zheng Congming didn't seem to see ye Shaochuan's state. He scattered his momentum and ran to ask.

Seeing his face is not red and he is out of breath, ye Shaochuan is really a little sad. How is he doing? Don't you see that I'm sweating?

Press Heart Belly Fei, ye Shaochuan shook his head, said with a smile: "you practice very well, by the way, a Cong, what's your master's name?"