Chapter 29

Mo Jun took a breath and smiled, "Please ask!"

The silkworm was not wordy, and punched straight to Mo Jun's chest. Mo Jun defeated the remaining power of his heart. For a while, the whole audience was silent, only seven injured fists were strong and powerful.

Mo Jun's only frown: seven injured fists!

Mo Jun looked at the silkworm's complexion and saw that his face was red and his temples were bulging. Obviously, he was an insider's master. The seven-wounded fists used were real and had a simple and thick smell, and his power seemed to rise to several layers.

Mo Jun withdrew his sword and said leisurely, "If you use your fist, I'm also embarrassed to use the sword." After saying that, he put on a "finch tail" posture to meet the seven injured fists of the silkworm.

Tiancan sneered: "My seven injured fists are already perfect. You have to be careful."

Seeing Mo Jun's posture, Wudang was more sure that Mo Jun was a member of his own school. This posture was too deep and quite like his own master. Except for Yu Daiyan, it is estimated that no disciple in this sect can surpass him.

Tiancan punched out. In the sound of Hehe's fist, Tiancan seemed to feel the heartbeat of Mo Jun's chest. Who knew that he suddenly felt a surge of strength in his right hand. Although it was not big, it wonderfully deflected his boxing style.

In addition to being surprised, it is very calm and dares to challenge those who defeat Qingxin. In addition to a moment of anger, excellent martial arts quality and excellent means are necessary, and it represents the door to fight, immediately restrain the boxing wind, calm down, and make several punches in a blink of an eye.

Mo Junxin said: Seven injured fists, there are seven different forces in one punch, either strong, or feminine, or soft in strength, or soft in strength, or horizontal, or direct delivery, or internal contraction. If the enemy can't resist the strength from this source, he will suffer internal injury. Xie Xun once killed the Shaolin monk Kongjian Master with this punch. But if these seven injured punches are practiced by people with unfinished internal strength, it will be very harmful to themselves. There are five elements of yin and yang, gold, wood, water, fire and earth in the human body. Therefore, the so-called "seven wounds" is to hurt yourself first and then others. However, the silkworm's internal strength is strong, and it is not much different from me. There are no side effects. I don't think it's okay to touch it. The seven-wound fists are mysterious, but they are righteous. They are pure strength, and they are trapped first.

When his mind turned, Mo Jun smiled slightly and used Taijiquan to concentrate on Taijiquan, set, enter, retreat, care, look, shed, swing, squeeze, press, pick, row, elbow! A set of Taiji 13 was made to the top by Mo Jun. It was comfortable, light and round, loose and smooth, orderly opening and closing, and strong and soft. Although Mo Jun was young, he used this Taijiquan was full of clouds and flowing water, and continuous, and he instantly pressed down the seven injured fists, like a trapped beast.

Song Yuanqiao turned his head and looked at several other brothers and couldn't help exclaiming: "This... This is a Taijiquan, it's not simple, it's not simple!"

On the side, Mo Shenggu was the latest to get started, and his understanding of Taijiquan was also quite shallow. When he saw Mo Jun's Taijiquan, he opened his eyes and could almost find the shadow of the master Zhang Sanfeng. I can't help blurted out, "Master!"

When Song Yuanqiao heard the little brother's words, he couldn't help looking at the field again. The more fascinated he became. Naturally, he knew how good Mo Jun was in Taijiquan, and he met the enemy on the spot. He was not slow to meet the sky. This Taijiquan was no longer so simple. He was only one step away from jumping into his master's. The realm is not frightened by favors and humiliations. No matter how powerful the opponent's moves are, they are like mud cows entering the sea, and there are no waves.

Qingxin looked at the secret indignation: This boy's Taijiquan is advanced. Only a few months later, he not only understands the essence of Taiji swordsmanship, but now Taijiquan is even more subtle, hum! Fortunately, I have a deeper understanding of the Eight Swords of Taiji. After a while, I will create another martial arts and defeat you!

And the Mingjiao side is even more happy and inexplicably.

Yin Tianzheng said in surprise, "This little brother is not only pure, but also may only be able to use this Taijiquan."

Yang Xiao nodded and sighed, "God bless me!"

At this time, Yang, who was next to him, said, "I don't see anything strange. It's just that the boy Tiancan waved his fist and couldn't hit him."

King Wei Bat smiled strangely and said, "Little regret, this little brother's martial arts skills are high. It's not the silkworm's fisting, but the silkworm's boxing path is all restrained by this little brother, and even controlled."

Yang did not regret knowing that his father and King Wei Bat had extraordinary eyesight. At present, he nodded as if he didn't understand and continued to watch the scene.

The silkworm has hit more than a hundred punches, and the internal interest consumption is more than half, and each punch is almost side by side. It always rubs the ball, and it can't help but be slightly impatient.

And Mo Jun is not slow. With the help of his power, Taijiquan is unrestrained and elegant, lifting weights as light, and has been too deep. At this time, he is calm and calm.

At this time, the player's disciples also changed. Mo Jun's white clothes floated, and Taijiquan was unrestrained and handsome. Coupled with his handsome face, the elegant spirit came to his face. The Emei School and the female disciples of various schools had a slight inhalation sound, clenched their fists one by one, their cheeks were slightly red, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

The silkworm is getting angry, and the fist road is a little fierce.

Mo Jun saw that the silkworm's cheeks were getting redder and redder. He knew that the silkworm had been angry, and if he continued to fight, he would win.

When Tiancan saw Mo Jun's restless face, when was he dealt with so easily? He crossed his heart, put his fists together, and attacked Mo Jun fiercely.

Mo Jun suddenly felt stuffy and a little anxious about the Taijiquan dance. Although he deviated from Taijiquan, he put the silkworm into the Taiji circle again.

Mo Jun looked at Tiancan's face turning purple and shouted badly: If it goes on like this, he will go crazy.

Mo Jun and Tiancan had no hatred, and even appreciated his deep internal strength. He couldn't bear him to go crazy. His mouth moved slightly, and a voice came into Tiancan's ears.

"Don't worry. If you go on like this, I'm afraid you'll go away."

The silkworm was slightly stunned and his fist slowed down.

Mo Jun smiled and slowed down his fist.

Tiancan's face changed several times, and he withdrew his fists and retreated. Mo Jun had no intention of chasing him. The two stood down. Tiancan laughed and said loudly, "Kong sent Tiancan, willing to worship the wind!"

"Concession!" Mo Jun saluted slightly.

Everyone was stunned.