After leaving the door of the room and standing in the shadow of the eaves under the corridor, Tang Ning raised his head, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and squinted his eyes and looked at the dazzling sunshine. The sun was west, and the temperature outside was still in a high temperature state. The cicadas kept ringing intermittently. But it was one after another, continuous, as if venting the unique afterglow of the hot summer.

The afternoon weather was a bit more hot and hot compared to the morning. The leaves of the old locust tree not far ahead were all hanging down, drooping weakly. In the past period, the yard had almost been cleaned up, and the broken big belly bluestone round stone bench was replaced. Two people were wearing sun hats and squatting there and repaving the stone slabs.

Stepping down the stairs, it seemed that he was not used to the heat in the afternoon. Zhou Yu took off his coat, put it on his arms, and rolled up the cuffs of the pure white silk shirt that was put on his back and forth. He used his hand as a fan and fanned the wind back and forth. He looked up at the sky, looked down at the ground, looked at it, looked here, and turned around and muttered: "This thief, it's already afternoon, it's still so hot! If this were on the West Coast of the United States, my buddy would have been in the sea with big shorts.

Go! Ah! Blue sky, white clouds, olive trees, gorgeous three-point bikini, blonde beauty with bulging front and back, lively beaches, cold cocktails, big parasols, this is the life that should be enjoyed in summer. I miss Zhou Yu, a handsome guy who is famous and elegant, and has a beautiful girl from the east and west, why do you have to be sunbathed in the sun? Why? Hello, Tang Ning, why do you think?"

"What are you feeding? Feed the pig!" Tang Ning hit him with his shoulder and joked: "By the way, do you want a big bathtub that is tied up with pure Northeast Red Pine? My buddy fills you with cold water, just like to rush it as the sea. There is no beauty. There is a handsome guy, are you interested?"

"Get out, come on, it doesn't matter. You just think it's a big bathtub, but you are a handsome guy, you are quite disgusting. I'm here with a buddy... Do you dare to call yourself handsome? Hurry up, turn around and give me some tricks on your face, and then say this."

"Tsk, don't you know the beauty? This is called a feature! You can't grow it even if you want it?"

"You can pull it..." Zhou Yu rolled his eyes and threw it at him, very disdainful.

The two of them chatted for a while, walked through the patio, and walked in the corridor in the east wing.

The Chen family's house is very big, very similar to the houses of rich families in the elderly. They are divided into several yards on the east and west sides. There must be more than ten wing rooms on the east and west sides. In addition to many old trees that have been planted for many years, there are also many flowers in the yard, most of which are already in full bloom, colorful and colorful. People say that beauty is like flowers, and flowers are like beauty. The blooming flowers are really like beauty's beautiful faces. The flowers that have not bloomed are all in bud like girls, waiting for the most brilliant moment to arrive. I think these flowers and plants should be cared for, otherwise they would not be so regular and grow so well.

Both of them are not the kind of ordinary people. When they meet beautiful things, they will certainly not forget to appreciate them. They walk around and stop until they enter the yard at the end, and then speed up. During this period, they met several people. Although they saw Tang Ning and Zhou Yu having strange faces, they both nodded with a smile. Tang Ning and Zhou Yu also responded to this kindness with a smile. By the way, they described Jiang Tao's clothes and appearance and asked if they had seen such a person. Several people shook their heads and said they had never seen them. At the end of the corridor, they turned a corner and went to the backyard. At this time, Tang Ning suddenly asked Zhou Yu: "What time is it?"

Zhou Yu looked down at his watch. "It's almost three o'clock. We should be able to catch the shuttle bus back to Wen County at 4:30."

"Yes." Tang Ning nodded and frowned again, "I don't know where that bastard has gone. There is nothing here? Let's go and find him somewhere else."

At this time, I heard a vague sound from the backyard, like Jiang Tao. But the two of them were not sure. Tang Ning quickly walked away and said, "Let's go, take a look."

Zhou Yu followed closely behind and said as he walked, "No way? It's like this hot day, it seems that someone is punching when he hears this movement? Could it be that boy Jiang Tao? His head is stuck in the door?"

Tang Ning accelerated his pace and didn't turn his head back. He threw him a sentence: "I don't know what it means to practice in winter and practice in summer?"

It was so straight, when they found Jiang Tao, the kid was really in the large training ground in the backyard, sweating profusely fighting a strong, short and 40-year-old man in his forties!

It was not considered a fight, it should be said that it was being trained by the other party. Jiang Tao only wore a close-fitting sleeveless vest, exposed his strong muscles, and was soaked in sweat. His head and face were even worse, as if he had been poured by water. He looked very embarrassed. He jumped up from the ground and rushed forward bravely again, still moving rapidly, punching like the wind. He was like a crazy leopard.

But every time he hit, he was lightly pulled by the middle-aged man who was half a head short of him, not very good-looking, wearing a sleeveless round yellow sweatshirt, and hit the empty place. This person's movements were soothing, with a very harmonious and rhythmic beauty, pleasing to the eye. His legs were walking in all directions, his palms and fingers, and his arms opened and closed, and he showed the Tai Chi's characteristics of softness as cotton, but softness could overcome hardness, cut into the knife, but threads were implicated, and the roundness turned and wishful. It seemed that he was not aggressive, but in fact, he was like Jiang Tao's level 8 fist, with needles hidden in the cotton. He contained dangerous killing moves in extremely subtle places. However, this person was just hidden and did not make any moves.

On the other hand, Jiang Tao, this feeling of having nowhere to use force. The heavy hammer hit the cotton made him feel stuffy and flushed. The more anxious he was in his heart, the faster the punching speed, the bigger the force, and the more powerful it became. He was full of strength. He exerted force from all directions, and his whole body was filled with eyes, and his whole body was full of hands. He cut, hold, and hard to hit. He was hit, poked, squeezed, shattered, and assaulted. One inch, two wrap, three lifted, four shoulders, five poked, six hugged, seven hard, and eight throws. In addition to the eight major moves of the secret of level eight, basically all of them can be used. He fully exerted the characteristics of Bajiquan's fast speed, strong strength, and fierce violence. He could hear the abnormal sound of the fist wind piercing the air. Commonly known as the sonic boom. Only when the speed was at its extreme, it rubbed with the air, resulting in abnormal phenomena.

Jiang Tao's current punching speed is at the fastest time, and he can only hit seven punches within one second. This is the ultimate to kill him. If he crosses this limit, his body will not be able to stand it. In severe cases, tendons will be torn, bones and joints will be dislocated, and it may even fall off directly. This is like a car pulled by a very fast horse. The body structure and skeleton must be strong and firm enough, otherwise, if you don't run far, you will be disintegrated.

After all, his cultivation level is too low. If he advanced to the level of Huajin in his lifetime, he would have a strong body. The vital energy in his body was released to form a Qi Gang. At that time, he punched the air, it would be not just a sonic boom. It was an upgraded version of the sonic boom, thunderbolt. The power was like a flood, an angry wave, and the sound was like the thunder in the nine heavens, rumbling, similar to the real thunder sound. It was even no less than that. At that time, it was the real shock to the little ones and the evils retreated.

If you exaggerate it a little more, you can practice the legendary legend, rank at the top of the martial arts world, and have been extremely rare since ancient times, then a fierce man like Jiang Tao who practices level 8 fist and other hard-working kung fu can really become the incarnation of the God of War Vajra. It is difficult to hurt swords and guns. In addition to the eyes, throat, heart, lower yin and other vital parts, if the skill is gathered throughout the body, it can almost block bullets directly. This kind of person has a name from ancient times to the present, that is, the land god!

But now Jiang Tao, let alone Lu Shenxian, was tricked by the middle-aged man. He couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. The faster his movements, the slower the middle-aged man was, as if he could pick up every move at will, extremely casual and comfortable. There was a strong contrast and visual impact between the two.

At the last moment, he took advantage of the mistaken moment and put a single palm on Jiang Tao's back, exerted force suddenly, and suddenly burst out, pushing him away with the momentum. With a bang, he fell on the grass seven or eight meters away. This time, he couldn't get up. He barely turned over, looked up to the sky, his chest was undulating violently, and he was breathing heavily.

"Young man, are you here?" The middle-aged man stood there seven or eight meters away and greeted him.

"No...No, no, no... Level 8 punches cannot beat Tai Chi, I admit it, admit defeat..." My chest was like fire, and the air flow was stinging when the air flowed in my mouth and throat. I gasped for several breaths before I gradually smoothed the vitality in my body.

The middle-aged man slowly approached him, reached out and pulled him up. He threw the grass leaves and dust stuck to his body for him. He looked at him seriously and said slowly: "No, young man, you were wrong."

Jiang Tao moved his sore shoulders, arms, and wrists, stunned and turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, "Am I wrong?"

"Yes, you were wrong. It was very outrageous!"

"I hope you can tell me that I am grateful."

"Young man, remember that the boxing techniques of all sects and sects in the world are strong, domineering, and unparalleled, and can attack without a single level eight, but very few. If you lose to me, it is not that Bajiquan is not good, nor that my Chen family's Tai Chi can be stronger than your Bajiquan. But you have ignored the most important point of Bajiquan."

“The most important point?”

“Yes, the most important thing!”

“Which point?”

"Bajiquan, exerting force from all directions, the whole body is full of eyes, and hands are everywhere. It pays attention to the strength of the inch strike, the inch cut, the fit, and the explosive power is strongest. But it does not mean dispersing the force to attack, just the opposite. Every attack point is full of strength. In the past, you and me were in the process of practicing. The force you exerted looked very strong and had a strong momentum, but in fact, the force contained in it was dispersed. If the force was insufficient, the boxing was powerless. Not only wasted the strength, it was not effective, so I was easily pulled aside and hit the empty space."
Chapter completed!