Age: My Small World

Chapter 102 Tongbei Fist

"Oh!"

With a straight kick, Yang Jun aimed at Mr. Hu's middle gate.

"Good boy, you are so arrogant."

Mr. Hu's eyes twitched slightly.

Attacking the opponent's center of gravity right away is a typical sign of looking down on the opponent.

There are not so many details to pay attention to when it comes to sparring. Instead, it can be seen as a probing move.

"Master, then I'll keep it?" Yang Jun smiled.

Instead, Mr. Hu blew his beard and glared.

"Come on, come on, use all your strength. If you can really hurt me, you'll pass."

"Master, then I won't hold back." Yang Jun felt that with his current abilities, it would be difficult to hurt Mr. Hu.

So I stopped holding back and started putting into practice everything I had learned during this period.

The twelve-way Tan leg, sometimes kicking the face, sometimes attacking the lower road, is quite good.

Mr. Hu Baye remained calm and easily dealt with his attack.

Suddenly, Yang Jun's eyes widened.

He shouted, "Master, look at my crotch-kicking kick."

Mr. Hu sneered and didn't bring any defense at all.

The next moment, a kick to the heart came in front of him.

"Feinting east and attacking west are just leftover tricks from our ancestors."

"Then I'll try something new."

Yang Jun did not blindly use the Twelve-Way Tan Leg fighting style. At this moment, he suddenly went around to the persimmon tree, kicked his feet, and easily flew into the air.

As he turned over, Yan Zi flew towards Mr. Hu with her feet wide open.

What a great Mr. Hu! Facing this amazing blow, his face only darkened slightly. Then he suddenly exerted force on his arms and actually caught the kick.

"Peng!"

Yang Jun wasn't the only one who was retreating.

His strength was indeed much greater, and Mr. Hu could hardly bear it.

"Okay, that's it!"

Mr. Hu pointed to one side with a serious expression: "Go, stand still."

Yang Jun did not argue and stood still.

Mr. Hu Ba came up to him and continued, "Stupid."

"Master, what's so stupid about this move?" He was puzzled.

Mr. Hu shook his head and sighed, "You haven't even mastered the Twelve Tan Legs thoroughly, let alone trying to add your own understanding? That's something only a master can do."

"This set of leg techniques is already quite complete. If you don't have any experience to add to it, it will only give you a few more flaws."

"Tell me, if I had used the Seven Stars Style just now, could I have broken your move?"

Yang Jun thought about it carefully and concluded that the Seven Star Style was indeed suitable for dealing with such mid-air high-kick moves, but it was not easy for ordinary people to find such a flaw.

Only a veteran like Mr. Hu Baye could see how to deal with it at a glance.

"Master, I understand." He nodded again.

In any case, his move was broken.

"If you know you've made a mistake, correct it. There's no greater good than that."

"Okay, now that you have a foundation in leg skills, you can start practicing boxing in the future."

"Kick first, then punch. This is to allow your fists to adapt to the power of your body, and it is more conducive to learning Tongbeiquan. Now it's almost done."

Mr. Hu stroked his beard and said.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up, Master. I haven't asked for leave today."

Yang Jun spoke miserably.

He didn't expect to be able to learn Tongbeiquan here, so he didn't ask for leave.

He felt uneasy when he thought about Wei Ran’s class in the afternoon.

Among all subjects, foreign language is his weakest one.

When the test results came out last week, Wei Ran nearly blacked out. Why was it that while others could have gotten full marks, she was the only one who hadn't finished her paper?
Even so, Yang Jun is already one of the best students in the foreign language course in the class, which shows that everyone's academic performance is not very good.

"I'll type it out for you. Just remember as much as you can."

Mr. Hu didn't have a chance to see whether he saw it or not, so he just started fighting.

Tongbeiquan is one of the main martial arts styles in the north. It is widely spread and its boxing techniques are characterized by being cold, elastic, crisp and fast.

However, the public's recognition of this style of boxing was probably due to the spread of a film and television work, in which one of the Tongbeiquan moves made the protagonist tremble.

Yang Jun's impression came from this.

"Snap!" A crisp sound of bones drew his attention back.

I saw that Mr. Hu had already started to move.

His arms were longer than his knees and were frighteningly long.

A pair of hands looked like two hammers. Just by waving them forward, they caused gusts of wind.

"This is Xiao Lianshou, the core training method of Tongbeiquan. Follow me."

"Yes, Master."

The simple movements of the little Lianshou are not simple.

Yang Jun just followed it for a bit and realized that it also involved the technique of using the arms, so he quickly asked for advice.

Since he was teaching a student, Mr. Hu did not hide his incompetence and devoted himself to explaining the key points to him.

After starting to learn Tongbeiquan, Yang Jun finally understood why Mr. Hu taught him the Twelve-Move Tan Leg first.

The theory of Tongbeiquan itself has something in common with the Twelve-Way Tan Leg, both of which require a big dragon to support the entire force.

The saying that hands are two doors does not hold true when applied to Tongbeiquan.

It should be said that they are two hammers.

After decades of daily training, Mr. Hu's arms were as strong as bronze, and the wind from his punches even made him feel scared.

He also understood. It turned out that Mr. Hu had not yet exerted his full strength.

in the afternoon.

Yang Jun is late.

Wei Ran looked at the empty seat with a dark expression on his face, and really wanted to go and pull that guy over.

His grades were already poor, and he even dared to skip classes.

She looked at Cheng Xiaoyu again and found that the girl also had a worried look on her face. Maybe something had happened.

Wei Ran was a little flustered.

Yang Jun and she could barely be considered close friends regardless of age difference, so if something really happened, it would be really painful.

Moreover, this child has excellent grades and may even be able to go to university in Beijing in the future. He has a bright future. It would be a huge loss if he died young.

Just as she was about to ask more questions and then apply to find someone, she found someone running towards her in a sweat.

"Sorry, teacher, I'm late."

Wei Ran seemed to be hesitant to speak, his face turning red and white because he was angry.

I was still worried about him, but he was late anyway.

"Yang Jun, come find me in my office after class."

Yang Jun, who had just stepped into the classroom, paused and suddenly turned bitter: "I understand, Teacher Wei."

Of course, it's just an act.

"Brother Xiaoshan, are you okay?" Cheng Xiaoyu mouthed.

He shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

Not only is it okay, it's almost taking off.

Although he had only learned one set of moves of Tongbeiquan, Yang Jun had already felt that this style of boxing was of great benefit to him.

I had this feeling when I was learning the Twelve-Rotation Tan Leg. Every time I drank the spiritual water and practiced, I felt like I had absorbed the spiritual water perfectly.

The sensation from Tongbeiquan was even stronger, allowing him to clearly understand for the first time what effect the spiritual water had on his body.

For example, at the moment when my heart was beating violently just now, a cool feeling rushed into my heart.

If it were before, he only knew that his body felt a little better after drinking the spiritual water, but he didn't know where the better feeling was. Now it is much clearer.

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