Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1162 1152. A heavy punch

"The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook."

"When will I have a golden headband and walk in the autumn."

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"The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe, I can see the Chang'an flowers in one day."

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"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star."

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"I am an old man, but I am still as wild as a young man. I hold Huang on my left and Cang on my right. I wear a brocade hat and a sable coat, and ride with a thousand riders on the plain." (I get angry when I hear this sentence. I originally wanted to use the author name Zuo Qian Huang, but it was taken, so after a while I changed it to Zuo Qian Yang.)
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The raging sand of the desert, the horses stepping on the flying snow, the silver saddles shining on the white horses, and the horses galloping, which man would not yearn for it?

Luo Yihang is no exception.

I was also thinking that I should have a silver saddle, which would look good with a golden horse.

We have a grey horse at home, and it is said that it will turn into a white horse when it grows up, but it is still a foal and can only be ridden after two years.

What saddle is best for a red horse?
White? Black?
Or green?
Red and green, match...

Luo Yihang laughed himself, and turned to ask Bo Zhihong, "Bo Zhihong, what kind of saddle do you think would be best for our red horse..."

Bo Zhihong was in a daze again, staring with a dazed look at two cats that had just finished a fight, were covered in dirt, and were now licking each other's fur together. His mind was lost as to where else.

He woke up again when he heard Luo Yihang talking, "Ah, what did you say, boss?"

Luo Yihang waved his hand at him, "It's okay, what are you thinking about?"

"I...I..." Bo Zhihong hesitated for a moment, but decided to ask the question, "Boss, I was wondering how a cat can beat a horse."

As he spoke, he gestured at Ding Xiaoman's body size, which was about one foot long.

Let’s take a look at the Golden Horse Sun King.

From head to buttocks it is about 1.6 meters long, not counting the long neck and tail.

The gap is too big.

Luo Yihang smiled, "You are a martial artist, you should know that height and weight only represent advantages, not victory. Skills, reactions, agility, and mentality are more important than size. My Ding Xiaoman is very good at fighting. If you search online, you will find many videos of him fighting. But this horse can't fight. It's like a martial artist fighting an ordinary person. What's the use of being big?"

Bo Zhihong nodded. He understood this logic, but there was still some confusion in his eyes.

"You didn't have any thoughts after seeing them fighting, did you? They are different species. Animals are different from humans. Leopards in the Qinling Mountains can hunt takin. Leopards are about the same size as Xiao Xiaoman, and takin are bigger than buffaloes." Luo Yihang thought he had some sudden realization.

Bo Zhihong didn't think about it at all, but raised his hand, "I thought we had some magical power that could improve our physical condition. Cats are so strong. I feel like my strength has increased rapidly recently."

Luo Yihang laughed out loud after hearing this and admitted it on the spot, "It is supernatural, don't you know?"

"Ah? What?" Bo Zhihong was shocked.

He really doesn't know what's going on.

"The meals you eat every day, haven't you ever wondered why there are radars and armed sentries here? The microclimate here is special, the soil flora is balanced and active, and the vegetables grown here are nutritious and easy to absorb." Luo Yihang explained to him.

Bo Zhihong shook his head. "No one told me."

"Don't you go to class every night?" Luo Yihang asked back.

Bo Zhihong blushed and scratched his head awkwardly, "Hey, I don't understand."

Okay, a guy who only has muscles but no brains.

"Come on, try it."

Luo Yihang simply stretched out his hand and made a Tai Chi four-direction push-hands stance.

Bo Zhihong could sense this movement, and immediately came in front of Luo Yihang, taking a horse stance and also performing the Four Directions Push Hands.

The two men put their arms together, and Bo Zhihong pushed the ground with his feet, transmitting the energy from bottom to top layer by layer, directly to his arms.

He used Tai Chi strength to push Luo Yihang's arm.

Luo Yihang felt it and thought, wow, this young man is pretty good, indeed a prodigy of Wudang Sect. His internal martial arts power has reached the highest level, and he can even reach the extremities.

Then he used the same tense force to push back. Luo Yihang had only recently learned Tai Chi, which was taught by Taoist Master Cheng himself, but once he mastered one skill, he could master all skills. As soon as he exerted force, Bo Zhihong pushed him back several steps.

Wow, the lower body is quite stable and did not fall.

And he had no shame, no anger, and no disgrace. After he stood still, he wanted to do it again.

Even better, the mentality is quite stable.

Luo Yihang took another half step forward with his left foot, stood sideways, and held his hands in a circle, one above and one below, changing to the Xingyi double-entangled hand position.

"Come again."

Bo Zhihong also knew this move and immediately ran back and assumed the same posture.

The two put their wrists together, drew circles with their hands and pushed each other.

This is not a random push, but the power of the waist is generated, with the waist and hips as the axis to drive the arms. In addition to competing in strength, it is also necessary to coordinate the whole body and see whether you can dynamically mobilize the strength of the whole body.

Luo Yihang first took him for two turns to test his strength.

Suddenly he pulled his hand out and gave a push, an ordinary push. If he clenched it into a fist, it would be the most common straight punch.

The force is only applied from the elbow to the wrist, which highlights speed.

Bo Zhihong never expected that Luo Yihang would suddenly switch from internal force to external force. There was nothing he could do and he had no time to react.

He retreated several steps.

After he stood firm, he angrily said, "Boss, you are such a liar."

Luo Yihang shook his head, "Not enough experience."

Then he nodded again, "You are stronger now than when you first came. Much stronger now."

Innocent children are really easy to appease. Bo Zhihong immediately became happy, "It's true. I feel like I'm much stronger."

He turned around and asked anxiously, "Boss, how much stronger do you think I am?"

How could Luo Yihang know this? He asked, "How strong are you?"

"Before I came here, I went to the boxing team to measure my punching power, and it can reach 355 kilograms. Brother Yin said that I have reached the level of a lightweight boxer." Bo Zhihong pretended to be calm, but he couldn't suppress the smile.

He is quite proud.

Martial arts are different from boxing. Boxing pursues pure peak strength, and a heavy punch can knock the opponent down for several seconds.

Martial arts, on the other hand, tend to emphasize explosive power and penetrating power because they have to take into account body balance and subsequent techniques after a strike.

However, the punching power of the boxing test can also be used as a reference.

Since we want to compare, let's get a machine and try it out.

With Luo Yihang's current strength, it is not easy to make a machine.

After a phone call, the machine was delivered early the next morning and placed in the entertainment room on the first floor of the dormitory.

When it was delivered, the kids hadn't finished work yet.

The people in the office got the benefit first.

A group of guys headed by Pi Luyang, who didn't know their own weight and were always thinking about slacking off, came over when they smelled the scent.

After the workers finished setting it up, they took a look and saw, wow, it’s a machine for testing punching strength.

That requires a competition.

Xiao Zhao started a gambling game on the spot, and Pi Luyang and art group leader Liu Hanpeng and their group immediately took the bait.

They were divided into two groups on the spot, the rules were set, and the total score was used to determine the winner and loser.

Pi Luyang was the first one. He tried his luck and made some moves for a long time, then finally delivered a powerful punch.

With a roar, he jumped up, holding his wrist.

This thing hurts.

Then I watched the numbers on the machine rise rapidly, and finally stopped at 124 kilograms...

(End of this chapter)