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In the eyes of even the most picky people, Yang Qingyu, a girl from the Yang family, is definitely a beauty, and she is very smart, has a good family background, and has a profound Tai Chi technique.

Yes, very good!

Except for that boxing technique.

Wang Cheng would never have decided on his lifelong affairs so easily, and he always regarded Yang Qingyu as his sister. The most important thing is that Wang Cheng really felt that he was not worthy of Yang Qingyu. In Jiangzhou, young people who pursue Yang Qingyu could line up from Wusheng Mountain to the Yangtze River.

"Grandpa Yang, I will never agree to this matter. In the future, you will regret it and will definitely dislike me every day. I don't want to miss Sister Qingyu for the rest of her life. It is best not to spread the news today."

Wang Cheng said respectfully to Mr. Yang without being humble and arrogant, reminding this old man, how important the things you are talking about are? Maybe you just opened your mouth and said it out, but that is a big thing that determines the life of the two of you.

Yang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that Wang Cheng would agree, so she really didn't know what to do, because she knew that with her grandfather's personality of saying one is one, this matter might be settled like this.

fine.

Yang Qingyu was even more pleasing to Wang Cheng.

Mr. Yang disliked Wang Cheng: "Hmph, okay, just refuse, I know you are not an honest person. Since you said just now, the old Taoist priest gave you a few tricks, you are half of his disciple. Qingyu, go and have a half of his disciples, and let the old Taoist priest see your progress in the past six months."

ah!

Wang Cheng was stunned when he heard the old man's words.

I rejected your granddaughter, why did I become unhonest?

Also, why did the fight start? I haven’t been in seclusion for ten years, okay?

Wang Cheng would object.

But the old Taoist priest was not outdone. He was so happy to see Wang Cheng suffer a little and was taught a lesson by the girl Qingyu. He was happy to think that he had just been defeated in front of this boy.

"Okay, Xiao Chengzi, go and gesture with Qingyu's girl. Tai Chi is soft and won't hurt you."

The old Taoist priest betrayed Wang Cheng without any sympathy.

Yang Qingyu was also slightly surprised and whispered to Mr. Yang: "Ah, grandpa, are you really going to be beaten?" She was afraid that she would really hurt Wang Cheng. After all, Wang Cheng's health has always been bad. This congenital heart disease is just right. Don't give him any more pain.

Wang Cheng was speechless, old Taoist priest, are you talking lies with open eyes and Tai Chi is soft? You are going to try it? If you know that you don’t speak, you will have no chance: "Grandpa Yang, Taoist priest, you have to reason. I am just a child who has just recovered from a serious illness. In this way, you can also take the pain and kill him?"

Mr. Yang had a dark face: "Qingyu, go."

Yang Qingyu glanced at Wang Cheng and said that he could not help. He got up and came to the venue, hugged Wang Cheng and said, "Please give me advice."

Wang Cheng looked at the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest lowered his head and looked at the tea bowl. Wang Cheng felt resentful. He knew that he could not escape this game, so he simply stood up and simply went to fight.

"Sister Qingyu, be gentle."

Wang Cheng said helplessly to Yang Qingyu.

However, Yang Qingyu, who was standing in the competition venue, was almost another person, with a cold face and a calm eyes like a pool of autumn water, and said, "You just need to do your best. You have a higher understanding than me, and you are well versed in Xingyiquan, Tai Chi, and Wushengshan martial arts. I am also very curious about what you have practiced."

Wang Cheng glanced at the old Taoist priest and Mr. Yang. Seeing the two old guys drinking tea with curious expressions, he clasped his fists at Yang Qingyu and said, "Sister Qingyu looks up to me. Xingyiquan and Tai Chi are all in their own system and profound. I just watched it for a while. If I can achieve something, then the masters will be everywhere on the street."

"You know I'm not good at speaking, let's take a move."

Yang Qingyu said lightly.

Wang Cheng was worried that no matter what he encountered, whether it was old or young, there was no one easy to deal with. He could only make a horse stance, which seemed to be the three-body stance of Xingyiquan, and it seemed to be the Wuji stance of Tai Chi: "Sister Qingyu takes action, ladies are preferred."

Yang Qingyu was not polite, stepping on the eight characters under his feet, his steps were light and fast, and in a blink of an eye he came forward, his palm crossed a semicircle and swept towards Wang Cheng's shoulder.

Although Yang Qingyu's palms were white and tender, and his movements were soft, Wang Cheng did not dare to confront him head-on. He saw Yang Qingyu throw a man of more than 150 pounds out and throw him four or five meters away. The guy's bones seemed to be dispersed. He lay down for a month before getting out of bed. Later, he saw Yang Qingyu and walked around.

With his feet stepping on his feet, Wang Cheng took a step back slightly, avoiding Yang Qingyu's strength, and then his body instantly did not retreat but instead advanced. With a bow, this was a moving stake in the nine-stage Yuanxiao style. He could accumulate strength and exert force from his waist, like a bowstring. His steps were turning around, but it was the basic step of Tai Chi. His hands were smashed from top to bottom, with a slight sound of wind.

Mr. Yang and the old Taoist priest were both surprised to see it. Unexpectedly, this kid really developed some tricks. This move really had the shadow of three martial arts. The last move was the cannon fist of Xingyiquan, which was full of impact.

Yang Qingyu was also slightly shocked. The young man who could not take a single move half a year ago was so powerful now when he used his boxing skills? She didn't want to block this move, not because she didn't dare, but instinctively, she retreated a little and gave in. Wang Cheng's fist fell from her, blew a strand of hair, and then the fist changed, and suddenly stopped. Her body shook, and her steps jumped slightly, and she caught up with Yang Qingyu's regression. She swept her fist and swept her to Yang Qingyu's chest.

This is the half-turning of Tai Chi, the shaking force, and the shadow of Xingyiquan Bengquan!

Mr. Yang's eyes were calm. He didn't expect Wang Cheng to have such an understanding of Tai Chi. You must know that Wang Cheng was a handyman in the Tai Chi Fist Gym and had never been taught by anyone. He even relied on his own eyes. He was the same in the Liuhe Fist Gym, but his understanding of Xingyi Fist Gym is also very good!

This boy is amazing!

Mr. Yang praised in his heart. The first time he saw a young man who could compete with his granddaughter, he was even better than that. There was such a person in Jiangzhou. The old man was out of his mind at the beginning.

When he saw Wang Cheng, he thought he was a slightly smarter boy. Now it seems that he is far more than a little smarter.

Yang Qingyu's eyes were also slightly shocked, but this time she did not retreat. Her palms turned around, her shoulders shook, and her arms swung out, making a slight crisp sound, as if she was whipping a whip. This was a Tai Chi whip hand, a very fierce move.

Wang Cheng was speechless, sister, I haven’t practiced martial arts for a long time, and there is no serious master. As a genius, is it appropriate to fight me so seriously?

Whether it is suitable or not can only be discussed for a while. Now he doesn't dare to confront Yang Qingyu head-on. His momentum changes, but his body turns around again. His fists are also retracted. He steps under his feet and holds his hands round, eliminating Yang Qingyu's fierce whip hand momentum and strength.

This time, the old Taoist priest's expression became serious, because Wang Cheng used the serious Jiuyuan boxing technique this time, and cleverly combined the changes in moves to block a fierce whip hand.

Wang Cheng had never learned Jiuyuan Boxing before. The old Taoist priest was sure of this. He had only taught Aoki, and it was impossible for Aoki to teach him to Wang Cheng.

In other words, Wang Cheng was able to use boxing skills just after reading the old Taoist priest's explanation, and he was still very good at it.

However, after practicing for a year, Aoki couldn't even understand the changes.

The difference between the two is simply unpredictable.

Sighing, the old Taoist priest looked a little lonely. Unfortunately, if he could bring this kid into his disciples, the martial arts of the Wusheng Mountain lineage might be able to be carried forward in his hands. It might be like the three major internal martial arts becoming mainstream boxing techniques.

Bang!

After all, Wang Cheng used the Nine Yuan Fist technique, but he was not as good as Yang Qingyu's Tai Chi practiced for more than ten years. He had already entered the peak of dark energy and was only one step away from becoming a first-class master.

A 19-year-old first-class expert will scare a lot of martial arts practitioners if he says it. There are not many such masters in Jiangzhou.

Wang Cheng was beaten back by Yang Qingyu's turn and whip. His shoulders were slightly numb with his fierce force. He thought to himself that he hadn't married you, otherwise he would have been able to beat you in the future.

"Okay, okay, Sister Qingyu, I admit defeat. You are awesome, you are awesome."

Wang Cheng was beaten, rubbed his slightly numb shoulders, and activated his blood. He hurriedly shouted, "I don't want to hit him anymore." He knew that Yang Qingyu had not used all his strength to take care of his face. Otherwise, he would probably have knocked him down with one move as soon as he got up, and threw him four or five meters away like the young man who had been pestering him last time.

Yang Qingyu sighed, she didn't want to fight anymore, looked at Wang Cheng and said, "Xiao Cheng, you were unable to practice martial arts because of your congenital deficiency, but you had a very high level of understanding. Now it's not too late for you to start practicing martial arts. With your understanding and diligence, you will be better than me in less than five years."

Wang Cheng shook his head: "Sister Qingyu is so serious. I practice martial arts just to strengthen my body, not to compare with anyone."

Old Man Yang also had a serious face because he also agreed with his granddaughter's words. This kid is a rare genius. Unfortunately, such a martial arts genius has no desire to be martial and has no competitive spirit to fight for strength and courage. He really angered the old man to death.

"Xiao Cheng, you can come to me anytime these days."

The old Taoist priest said something.

Wang Cheng immediately said to the old Taoist priest with a happy face: "Thank you, Taoist priest."

He knew that the old Taoist priest also allowed him to ask him about his martial arts doubts in these few days. He did have some unknown points about the martial arts of Wusheng Mountain. After all, he had just read it once. Even if he had amazing memory and excellent understanding, he would have omitted something or unclear something. If he had a famous teacher's guidance, it would be different. He could understand these boxing techniques he had learned in a few days.
Chapter completed!