Chapter 74 Thirty-six Boxing!

It turned out that the little boy had a lot of wisdom after knowing that Pan Hongsheng had lied him. Unexpectedly, he didn't even pay attention to the young man who suddenly appeared in his sight. He thought about the ice from time to time with his not big but strong fist. With a 'bang', Pan Hongsheng was far away. I can hear it.

Pan Hongsheng didn't care at first, but later he listened to the calm and powerful 'bang bang' sound in the roaring cold wind, and finally couldn't help looking at the little boy.

In the cold wind, the little boy kept punching, and the angle was different every time, but Pan Hongsheng saw that after such a short time, there was some whiteness in the edges and corners of the ice.

This is caused by breaking the ice tissue structure, that is to say, in such a short time, the little boy has...

Pan Hongsheng took a breath of cold air. He thought that the boy was obviously making fun of himself, but now he has to admit painfully that the child is not joking, and it is possible to do it by his teenage appearance.

How did he do it? Finally, Pan Hongsheng began to be moved.

I have to say that when he had a move with the old man before, he found that no matter what boxing he used, he seemed to be implicitly restrained by the other party. Not only that, but even he deceived the other party to make false moves. The other party only needed to adapt to changes to completely defeat himself. This ability can not be achieved with eyesight and strength alone. .

While observing the little boy's movements, Pan Hongsheng squinted and began to recall the scene of fighting with the old man before. Thinking of his own treasure that the old man said before, Pan Hongsheng suddenly had an idea in his heart that made him stunned!

The old man actually taught himself his unique skills!

Pan Hongsheng suddenly trembled when he thought of this. Although he can't get close to 20 or 30 gangsters now, he can only be beaten in the face of opponents like Xu Yan and Chen Fu. After all, the level is too far away and the power difference is too big. But if he can do this set of boxing skills, maybe he can save his life more. The strength.

Pan Hongsheng's eyes gradually became solemn. A pair of eyes stared at the little boy like eagles, the position of each shot, the position of hitting the ice, and even the action of the little boy scratching his head when he stopped to recall the action would be remembered in his heart.

Slowly, Pan Hongsheng, who looked at it several times, suddenly closed his eyes, then slowly precipitated for a few minutes, and then slowly walked towards the smallest hard ice. At the same time, the horse stepped steadily, and his left wrist gently pushed towards the ice not far away. Then, at the moment he touched the ice, his fist suddenly As soon as he slipped, he hit it diagonally in the direction of the previous force.

"Wo!"

With a pull of the corners of his mouth, Pan Hongsheng's left fist directly scratched the hard ice. Instead of causing any damage to the ice, his finger bones hurt, frowned and looked at the little boy again.

After some practice, Pan Hongsheng looked at the little boy again and focused on the place where the other party exerted his strength. After half a quarter of an hour, he suddenly realized. Then he walked to the hard ice again and stepped steadily. His right calf suddenly kicked back. The whole person drove his waist through the strength of his calf, and then passed The shoulder and elbow finally conveyed the power to the right fist, but this time, there was a slight 'bang' sound.

It's done!

Pan Hongsheng suddenly felt happy.

Although what I did is not as good as that of a little boy, after all, I have just practiced, and if I continue to make progress at this speed, I have full hope to break this hard ice in a day.

"You're right, but if you want to cheer up, only luck can better play the skills of snow boxing." Looking at Pan Hongsheng practicing boxing, the little boy blinked his eyes, and then walked towards Pan Hongsheng, shaking his head and said.

"Ah? What do you think, what fist?" Pan Hongsheng stared at the little boy with wide eyes and said.

"Snow boxing, what kind of boxing can you practice in the snow?" The little boy curled his lips and ignored Pan Hongsheng, who was shocked. He twisted his buttocks and returned to his ice cubes and continued to practice.

At this moment, Pan Hongsheng can obviously feel his heart pounding, and even his whole body is hot and wants to roar, but he suppresses this excitement and keeps punching ice.

Snow Fist!

Pan Hongsheng has heard the old man bounce with regret more than once.

China is rich in land and materials. Boxing alone is divided into thirty-six categories. Straight boxing, cannon boxing, jab boxing and gun boxing are the most basic. They are also the boxing skills that ordinary people can practice. Although they can't be a superman, they can't get close to ordinary people for at least three or five years.

And Pan Hong has studied broken tooth boxing. Even if Bajiquan is a slightly more difficult boxing, talent and famous teacher's guidance are indispensable, otherwise something is likely to happen if she practices blindly.

As for the higher one, Yi Xing Quan, you can become a school for thousands of years alone, and you can open the door to teach and recruit disciples. Because this kind of boxing practice is almost even if there is a hot weapon, he can be given a certain distance to win, because this kind of boxing has the corresponding body assistance. Under the complement of each other, ordinary people are not opponents at all.

And in the end, the last six of the thirty-six boxing can be regarded as the treasures of China, and snow boxing is the fifth-ranked boxing.

Pan Hongsheng knew it because he saw the old man say with emotion after playing a set of Shenglong fists.

"It turned out to be a snow fist. The old man's baby is really not covered!" Pan Hongsheng muttered, with unspeakable excitement in his eyes.

This excitement comes from the improvement of his ability, and more importantly, he can make him happy after he goes back and gives it to the old man!

"Bang bang!"

Three times in a row, Pan Hongsheng's arm was rubbed off by hard ice, but he didn't even frown. He thought about the angle of force a little, and then punched again and attacked again.

An hour passed, the hard ice did not seem to have changed, and the little boy beside him had returned to the bamboo house to rest.

Two hours later, the hard ice in front of Pan Hongsheng was as white as the piece that the little boy attacked before.

After four hours, he was already covered in sweat. Pan Hongsheng, who had frozen his back, even hid in the cabin awkwardly, drank a bowl of hot water handed to him by the little boy, slowed down his frozen body, and rushed out again...

"It's almost the same. It's a bit of the old man's temperament, otherwise he will really be blind!"

In the cold wind, an old man looked at the young man in the middle of more than a dozen ice cubes behind his back. His eyes were slightly moist, and he seemed to recall some good memories. He sighed and disappeared into the cold wind again.