Chapter 29 The night is very long

boom!

Feng stretched out his hand to block An Yan's punch, and then his shoulder suddenly bumped backwards, hitting the inside of An Yan's knee precisely and precisely.

The whole set of movements is done in one go, giving people a sense of comfort like flowing clouds and flowing water.

An Yan only felt a numbness in the knee of his left leg, and the knee that was attacking the wind was deflected, brushing past Feng's side.

Not only that, but he couldn't help but fall towards the wind.

And at this moment.

The wind slammed into An Yan's knee and shoulder, and directly elbowed him behind him.

boom!

The huge force caused An Yan's body to snap, and his whole body shot backwards.

"If you don't look at your appearance, just judging from your offensive, it is really hard to imagine that the person with such a fierce offensive would be a child."

An Yan's feet were firmly hooked to the ground, and he still slid nearly twenty meters before he stabilized his figure.

Raising his head, blood spilled from the corner of An Yan's mouth, but he wiped it away immediately, and stared fixedly at the soil under Feng's feet.

around...

Except for An Yan's footprints, there is no trace, not even a moving mark.

From beginning to end...

Feng Du stood there, not moving even a millimeter.

Is this the Rainbow Son known as the strongest martial artist?

Do not know why...

An Yan didn't feel discouraged, instead, there was a kind of inexplicable excitement in his heart.

This made his eyes brighter and the corners of his mouth widened.

Even An Yan himself didn't know that the current him was completely different from the usual lazy one!

That appearance, rather than being crazy...

perhaps,

It should be called fanaticism!

Feng turned around, and when he saw An Yan's expression, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback, but then a smile appeared on his face.

I didn't read it wrong...

This little boy, in a certain way, really looks like himself.

In the next second, An Yan disappeared in place again.

call out.

There was a sharp wind, but the wind didn't move, but let out a breath.

immediately...

An Yan's fist brushed past Feng's side.

wrong!

Rather than brushing past the wind, it is better to say that the wind moves along the track of the fist, like a green leaf being pushed away by the wind of the fist.

The blow missed, and there was no surprise on An Yan's face.

Just at the moment when the attack failed.

With a crisp cracking sound, An Yan's empty left hand was dislocated directly by him, and while twisting, he smashed it towards the wind at an impossible angle.

"Um?"

This scene made Feng frowned slightly, twisted his body hanging in the air, and kicked An Yan's punch with one foot.

Accompanied by a bang, the huge force drove An Yan's body to twist back.

But while twisting, An Yan used this force to turn his body suddenly!

lift your feet

wheel legs,

All in one go!

Almost at the moment of being repelled, this kick appeared in front of Feng.

From the first punch being avoided to the last kick, a series of actions can be said to be done in one go.

Onslaught, onslaught... Crazy onslaught!

boom!

Feng's figure quickly receded towards the rear, and landed on a branch of a big tree. Looking down at An Yan, he shook his head.

"This familiar style..."

Feng patted the dust off his body, and continued: "If I'm not wrong, you should have met Li Baoen and received his advice, right?"

"ah?"

An Yan, who had just reset his left arm and shoulder, was startled when he heard the words, and then nodded.

"Your combat awareness and combat layout are very good, and your physical fitness is the most balanced I have ever seen."

Feng suddenly said something insignificant, which made An Yan's eyes flash with doubt.

"Strength, stamina, and agility are extremely important to martial arts masters, so I have seen many martial arts masters train in these three directions, some only train, and some develop in an all-round way, but..."

Feng looked at An Yan below and praised: "This is not a real all-round development, a real all-round development, which also includes eyesight and hearing, which many people ignore. Some can be trained, and some are innate things."

"But you are different. You give me the feeling that all the functions of the body are progressing in parallel. That's why I say that you are the most balanced martial artist I have ever seen."

"But it's also because of this..." Feng changed the topic: "Li Baoen's fighting style is not suitable for you."

Li Baoen's fighting style doesn't suit him?

An Yan frowned when he heard the words, his expression was full of doubts. Although Li Baoen pointed him out once, he didn't actually teach him anything.

He couldn't figure out how to fight himself, why did it have something to do with Li Baoen's fighting style?

"Influence!"

As if seeing An Yan's doubts, Feng suddenly said, "If I'm not mistaken, when you first met Li Baoen, that guy should have left a deep impression on you."

"It is this kind of impression that makes you subconsciously pursue the impression he brought to you, and the fighting style will naturally gradually become closer to him."

"I have no way of evaluating Li Baoen's fighting style. If I look at it from the perspective of a martial artist, I can even evaluate it as a mess. But if the two of us fight, I don't have the slightest chance of defeating him."

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"He is a born killer, and also the strongest killer. All his methods exist to kill the enemy, so his fighting style is... a fighting style that belongs to him alone, and no one can imitate it. ."

Feng paused for a moment, looked at An Yan and said, "And your style, which you only imitate based on the residual impression in your mind, is full of all kinds of flaws."

"Willpower without wisdom is weak, and wisdom without willpower is dangerous. The high dialectical unity of will and wisdom is the martial spirit of a martial artist!"

Feng jumped down from the tree branch and walked towards An Yan step by step.

"This..."

Seeing the baby in the red Tang suit walking towards him step by step, An Yan felt a huge pressure that he had never experienced before falling from the sky.

It is different from Li Baoen's biting murderous intent that seems to die at any time.

This is a kind of pressure that comes from the depths of the soul, from the spirit, which makes An Yan unable to move, and can only watch helplessly as the small figure approaches step by step. The figure seemed to grow bigger and bigger in his eyes, and finally formed a shadow like a substance, pressing down like a dark cloud.

It is clear that the full moon is in the sky, but the world in An Yan's eyes is plunged into darkness, which is suffocating.

"It's my martial spirit!"

The sound of the wind came from under him, but An Yan couldn't help but want to look up.

"Understood?"

With the last three words falling, the overwhelming pressure disappeared in an instant.

An Yan sat down on the ground, looking at the wind in front of him, his eyes were full of contemplation.

"It's... like... I understand a little bit, but I feel like I can't grasp anything..."

"Hehe, that's enough."

Feng Wenyan smiled, then pointed to An Yan's trouser pocket: "Why don't you make a phone call?"

"Huh?" An Yan was taken aback.

"The night is very long." Feng paused, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his bun-like face: "Or do you already want to rest?"

An Yan was taken aback for a moment when he heard the words, and then his face showed ecstasy. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed the landline at home.

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