Martial Cultivator Chapter 17: Fist intention
"Then you choose."
The eldest brother looked calm and stepped aside to let Wang An choose his opponent.
A group of young men were gearing up and staring at Wang An eagerly, eager to fight.
He glanced across the crowd, and when he landed on a few groups that were obviously composed of young ladies from rich families, there was actually a pretty woman who curled her fingers at him, and immediately burst into giggles.
What a girl!
The corner of his mouth twitched, he passed a few women, and then looked back.
I saw a young man in the corner holding a broom and stretching his head to look this way.
The two men's eyes collided.
Ming Jin martial artist?
Wang An’s eyes lit up!
A martial artist who truly develops strength is slightly different from ordinary people.
Such a small difference is difficult for even warriors to see between each other, but Wang An is very discerning and can see them all at a glance!
He concluded that the young man holding the broom was a martial artist named Ming Jin.
Because he is standing there, although he is not the same as he is, he has integrated the Zhuang Kung into himself, and there is an invisible 'momentum' between his actions and his movements.
This kind of 'power' is exactly the same as the aura emitted by the martial arts disciples I saw before when they stood in the stance!
Wang Anben also felt that fighting against several boys and girls would be too much to win.
Seeing this young man now, he immediately chose him as his opponent.
If this person develops Ming Jin, he will definitely obtain the true inheritance of the Thirteenth Hand of Thunder.
You can get a glimpse of the beauty of this boxing technique by fighting with him.
"I choose him." Wang An smiled slightly and pointed to the young man holding the broom.
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
Then, laughter erupted in the audience.
The tall and muscular young man turned to look at the young man holding the broom and laughed heartily: "Second Senior Brother, he chose you!"
"What is this called? Taking advantage of petty gains will lead to big losses!"
"Hahaha, stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice!"
The crowd's laughter was full of ridicule and ridicule towards Wang An.
They should think that the reason why Wang An chose the young man who was sweeping the floor was because he bullied the weak and feared the strong.
How could he know that Wang An had already seen the true nature of the sweeping young man and made such a deliberate choice?
Senior Brother Fang-face also smiled faintly, and looked at Wang An with a colder gaze, feeling that he was ignorant and too ambitious.
"Hey, even sweeping the floor can cause trouble." The second brother sweeping the floor pretended to smile helplessly. Under the admiring eyes of all the women, Shi Shiran approached Wang An.
His chin was raised slightly and he looked at Wang An proudly: "If you had chosen someone else, you might still have a 20 to 30 percent winning rate.
But you chose me...
I can only blame you for your bad luck! ”
"Wow! Second Senior Brother!"
"Comparing Second Senior Brother with this guy, the difference between a phoenix and a native chicken is simply the same!"
"Speaking of which, this guy is lucky enough to pick the senior brother who ranks fourth in our martial arts school..."
'Bathing' Amidst the ridicule from everyone, Wang An's expression did not change.
On the other hand, the 'Second Senior Brother' opposite him raised his chin a little more.
Wang An looked at the senior brother on the side: "If I beat him and pay the money, I can learn the Thunder Thirteen moves, right?"
"That's right." Senior Brother smiled faintly, "This is the rule of the martial arts school. It can be regarded as a shortcut specially created for an ambitious brother like you."
He places great emphasis on the word "ambition".
Anyone can hear his sarcasm.
"Let's get started." Wang An relaxed and naturally lowered his hands.
“On the competition stage, fists and feet have no eyes.
If you get hurt, don't blame anyone. "Elder brother stared at Wang Andao.
Wang An nodded: "I won't complain."
"Okay!" The senior brother clapped his hands and nodded to his junior brother, "Let's start!"
The words fell to the ground.
The second senior brother rolled up his sleeves and shot out his left fist, hitting Wang An directly in the face!
Bang!
Wherever the fist passed, the air shook!
Power through the air!
Although it was just a punch, Wang An could see the beauty of it.
The strength of the opponent's punch was concentrated but not released, like thunder gathering, hiding behind the clouds.
Once it breaks out, it will surely shake the world.
Thirteen times I traveled through thunder and picked up a trace of thunder and lightning. It was indeed the case!
Wang An stepped aside slightly to avoid the second senior brother's punch.
He dodged easily, but in the eyes of the onlookers, it was the second senior brother who almost punched him to death, but he narrowly dodged it.
"Wow!"
"Mingjin!"
"Second Senior Brother is really amazing!"
There were many compliments.
Seeing that Wang An was lucky enough to avoid his punch, the second senior brother didn't take it seriously and struck out with all his strength again.
His fists came out alternately, and a series of fist shadows evolved in mid-air. Each fist shadow was not illusory, but contained more power, and rushed towards Wang An extremely quickly!
This move is more interesting.
It’s three points more subtle than the ultimate move ‘Stone Collapse Spear’ in Big Gun Fist.
I think it was also a killing move in the hands of Lei Shisan.
Wang An's eyes lit up, and he used the 'Bronze Bell and Iron Shield', his chest and abdominal muscles suddenly contracted, and even though several punches fell on his body, he was actually unscathed.
The fist hit him with less force than Wang An expected.
As soon as he looked up, he saw the livid expression on the second senior brother's face.
I guess it was because I had resisted his killing move and was still unscathed, so I couldn't accept it.
The Thirteenth Hand of Thunder is really good.
You can practice.
Wang An made up his mind and no longer allowed his opponent to punch. He smiled and said: "You threw two moves, now it's me!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly straightened up.
The momentum changes accordingly, like a big gun rising into the sky!
Immediately, he opened his left arm like a bow, and fired a shoulder-length spear straight into the side of the second senior brother's face!
Boom!
Before the punch came, the sound came first!
Wang An's no-sleight-of-hand punch fell into the eyes of the second senior brother as a fierce spear.
I felt like I was on the battlefield, running forward, and suddenly, a man jumped on his horse and stabbed him with a spear!
So, there was only this shot in sight!
There is no way to avoid it!
"Fist intention?!"
The second senior brother only had time to utter a cry of surprise before he was punched in the side of the face by Wang An.
The entire handsome face immediately deformed under the force of the impact, and the layers of flesh vibrated and shook, causing his entire body to fly out, spin several times in mid-air, and fall to the ground with a bang!
Second senior brother Ji Kun was defeated!
"Fist intention?" Wang An heard Ji Kun's previous exclamation and couldn't help but repeat it.
What is fist meaning?
Why didn’t Grandpa Second tell me about it?
"The meaning of boxing is the true meaning of boxing skills honed by martial artists in great difficulties or life and death fights. Find the book www.zhaoshuyuan.com" A voice came from far away. Wang An turned his head and saw Zhong, who had a mustache. Young people strolled over.
The man walked to the field and waved his hand to the ashamed-looking senior brother Wang Fu: "I already know the matter. Please let someone take your junior brother down to apply medicine."
"Yes, uncle." Mr. Wang nodded and stepped back.
The middle-aged Zhou Heyue, whom he called his uncle, bowed his hand to Wang An: "My little friend, I am the director of Zhensanshan Martial Arts School. Please forgive me if they were offended in any way just now.
Why don't you let me teach you the Thunder Thirteen Hands? ”
"It would be great to have the master of the martial arts school teach him personally." Wang An nodded. He came here to learn boxing and didn't want to cause any trouble.
Since Zhou Heyue lowered his attitude so low, it was natural for him to be willing to teach boxing techniques himself.
"Please follow me."
Zhou Heyue nodded and led Wang An towards the row of quiet rooms on the left side of the empty field.
Wang An followed, still lingering in his mind about the ‘Fist Intent’, and couldn’t help but ask: “Excuse me, sir, what is the use of the Fist Intent? How can I improve it?”
Zhou Heyue opened the paper wooden door of the quiet room, walked to a row of bookshelves, took out a book and handed it to Wang An: "You have already developed the prototype of the fist. I thought you should know these things. That's it.
Since you don’t know, you can take this ‘Fist Intention Sutra’ back and read it, and you can understand it clearly. ”
"Thank you!" Wang An took the book and put it away, then asked, "The price of this book..."
"Just take it and read it, I'll give it to you." Zhou Heyue waved his hand and said with a smile, "However, you have to pay the money for practicing the Thirteenth Hand of Thunder.
A total of fifty taels are needed. Cash or banknote? ”