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Chapter 287 Winter Solstice, Letters from Home and You (6)(2/2)

Wu Qing's pupils were shocked. The opponent's genuine punches could not be deceived. It was not just an illusion.

In his opinion, Ning Yan's Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Shi borrowing strength is a very shameless move. What is the origin of Zhao Da? His own martial arts skills were stolen by him before he could develop them?!

In those purple eyes, the path of the true energy in Wu Qing's body was clearly revealed. Zhao Agui felt that the more he imitated, the easier it became, and in the end, it completely became his own.

The Shenmen Zhenshan Boxing was originally a yang and strong boxing technique, and the Chang Snake Eleven Strikes was a feminine stick technique that was more technical. Now she used them together, using them both at once, fighting each other, and even came up with a bold idea.

Wouldn't it be better if they were integrated together?

Her whole body trembled inexplicably, and there seemed to be a torrent flashing through her mind, and she suddenly murmured: "Practice every day with the method of the day, practice the method of the month with the day, practice the method of yang with yin, practice the method of yin with yang..."

Unconsciously, the hand that used to use the stick touched the stick to become a fist, and the hand that used to punch took off the fist to transform into a stick. The left and right hands were interchanged, and they rotated back and forth. They became one and the same.

Everything is so natural, like instinct.

"Haha!"

Zhao Agui shouted loudly and hit the bottom of the iron rod with his right palm. The iron rod that had been forcibly kneaded broke again, but this time it was not broken into two pieces. The purple infuriating energy was like a chain holding the two ends tightly. The short stick

Connected to the long stick, the long stick drives the short stick, turning it into a strange weapon.

When she was young, she saw the tenants of the farm doing farm work with flails. They could take pictures of the grains on the grains without much effort. The man in front of her, tightly wrapped by the shadow of the pagoda, was like a star.

Big wheat seeds.

Just like that, beat him to pieces...
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