Chapter 121: Tai Chi (Part 2)

boom!

　　 After a fierce fight, the two figures paused for a while, and they separated quickly, each standing steadily facing each other.

　　 The two look different.

　　 Bangu looked at Wu Chi with a look of surprise, what kind of move was this kid just doing? Why does my attack seem to sink to the sea after entering, and the more resistance it gets in, the stronger the resistance? It was like a punch on the cotton. The soft feeling made him vomit blood. What a weird martial art.

　　 Wu Chi looked astonished. The trick I used just now by instinct was... Mustang split mane? Yes, this is the move I just learned from the unnamed man known as King. Wait a minute, how could his slow and soft **** resist Bangu? Am I missing something?

He frowned and thought deeply, what the guy said... He beats fast with softness, overcomes rigidity with softness, hits hard with strength, squeezes a thousand catties in four or two, and is skillful in unloading and borrowing strength... It's like the split mane of a mustang, Shuangfeng Guaner and so on... Tai Chi pays attention to forgetting oneself, and there is no way to win...

I don't know when, his confused eyes flashed with a hint of light. It turns out that no move is not no move, but no fixed move. You can make a temporary move at any time based on the opponent's attack, quickly counterattack, and post-control.

He seems to have caught a hint of martial arts inspiration.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one, and Banggu is not a fool. He will wait for him to realize the principles of martial arts.

　　 "Wu Chi, no matter how persistent you are, don't blame the old man for being merciless."

Bangu took a deep look at the martial idiot who had fallen into enlightenment. This guy has a very high martial arts talent, and he is able to support war through war. The stronger he is in Vietnam, if he is a good man with a chivalrous heart, then it is a great thing in the martial arts world. However, the guy on the opposite side killed more than a dozen martial arts masters in a few years. He was a vicious criminal offering a reward. In this way, the higher the opponent's martial arts talent, the greater the harm to the world.

　　 This person cannot stay.

　　 "Wu Chi, you should pay for your actions."

　　 Banggu yelled, and immediately bullied himself up with his hands out, swift as a dragon, and his whole body vigorously, like a stormy waves hitting the shore, moving forward indefinitely.

Obviously, Banggu no longer keeps his hands this time, vowing to take down Wu Chi, a scum in the martial arts world.

boom!

Wu Chi doesn't have much thoughts about Banggu's attack. Right now he has entered a mysterious and mysterious realm, commonly known as the epiphany. In the epiphany state, his spiritual platform is clear and his head is empty, and all martial arts are controlled by the tricks. Instinctively play.

This time, Wu Chi's moves are even more weird, such as antelope hanging horns, unconstrained, and no longer sticking to one move, all gestures are coupes, and every move has a profound meaning.

Banggu became more and more surprised. He only felt that some of the opponent's moves were familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. He couldn't help attacking harder, his whole body strength displayed vividly, or like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, rolling in endlessly, or Like the stormy waves hitting the shore, the momentum is like a rainbow, the momentum sinks vigorously, or like lightning and thunder, it is fast like the wind, with heavy afterimages.

　　 Even if Wu Chi is caught in an epiphany, the gap in strength leaves an unbridgeable gap between the two. Although they can gain the upper hand for a while, they cannot last forever.

boom! puff!

　　 Sure enough, Wu Chi accidentally struck Banggu with a punch. He instantly awakened from his epiphany, and he flew upside down, vomiting blood, fell to the ground, and looked depressed.

　　 "As expected of a great master, I am a little worse after all."

　　 Wu Chi fell on the ground, looked at Banggu who was closing his fist blankly, and smiled bitterly.

　　 Bangu didn't have a hint of joy of victory. He frowned and said, "What kind of boxing did you... just now?" Where did you see that weird boxing method?

　　 Wu Chi moved his eyes to King who was eating melon seeds, and whispered: "Tai Chi."

　　 "Tai Chi?"

　　 Banggu and King were surprised at the same time.

　　 Banggu's gaze glanced at King who was eating melon seeds. His eyes were piercing. If he remembers correctly, King has been practicing Tai Chi for the past few days when he went up the mountain?

King almost didn't throw away the melon seeds in his hand. He watched Wu Chi using Tai Chi like a fire, almost as good as Banggu. He had a kind of Tai Chi that was pickled vegetables in his hands. It's worthless, but it becomes an antique in the hands of the other party, worth a thousand dollars, this Nima is really...fucking.

Wu Chi struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, walked staggering towards King, then weakened his knees and knelt on the ground, "Thank you Wu Taidou for teaching the supreme martial arts, the juniors had eyes but did not know Taishan. Please forgive me for any offense."

"Ha ha."

　　 King let out a sad faint smile, this plot makes people vomit blood.

　　 "You mean, your Tai Chi was given to you by Professor King?"

Banggu's eyes widened, and ten thousand grass-and-mud horses galloped past in his heart. The old man, I had seen King playing Tai Chi, but I didn't discover the secrets from it, and let Wu Chi take the lead. He had a sense of "old man and old man". .

　　 "The seniors do not dislike the many offenses of the juniors, the patient professor, the juniors are ashamed."

Wu Chi thought that when King taught him Tai Chi just now, he was full of disdain, and from time to time he opened his mouth to ridicule and make troubles. However, King was never angry and patiently explained Tai Chi one by one. He did not abandon him because of his shortcomings.

　　 Thinking of this, he is even more ashamed, this is the style that a great master should have.

　　 King is full of bewilderment, how can he spread Chinese traditional culture and suddenly become a master? Ha ha.

　　 Banggu looked at King with excitement. King knows martial arts, but King really knows martial arts!

　　 He undoubtedly ordered Wu Chi to say: "Wu Chi You explain the mystery of Tai Chi." Now it's not about wife or wife, selfishness and selfishness.

　　 Wu Chi asked King with his eyes, and the corner of King's mouth twitched, "Tai Chi belongs to the people of the world." Well, hurry up, I'll learn it by the way.

　　 Wu Chi understands in seconds, and sighs lightly: "In fact, the younger generation is the first to glimpse the fur, Tai Chi is like water, water is impermanent, and Tai Chi is also the same, pay attention to adaptability, and it will come naturally..."

　　 If King is talking about the Tai Chi general outline, then Wu Chi is talking about the perception of the details of Tai Chi. The general outline is vague and elusive, and the perception can speed up everyone's understanding and understand Tai Chi more quickly.

　　 After talking about Wu Chi, Banggu's expression is very wonderful. The appearance of Tai Chi has subverted the traditional martial arts concept, as if it has opened the door to a new world.

　　 "Huh, Tai Chi... it's amazing."

After a while, Banggu came back to his senses, looking at King with complicated eyes. Originally, he planned to accept King as his apprentice, and he questioned King's strength in later life, but now the other party has shown incomparable. His martial arts skills are enough to serve as his martial arts instructor, what else can he say?

　　 King is a fake strong. If you say it, Wu Chi will slap Tai Chi with a slap. Can the fake strong create such a martial art that has been passed down through the ages?

　　 It's even more a joke to accept king as an apprentice. People have become a group of their own. What qualifications does a person who picks up the teeth of his predecessors have to teach others?

　　 Alas, the old man is sad! Xi Wu has spent most of his life, no more than the two hairy boys in front of him, and a lot of years old have lived on dogs.