"This set of boxing is called Mirror Fist." Bai Changgeng said.

Bai Rongfeng silently murmured in his heart: "How could he choose this kind of name? The mirror is so easy to break, what power will it have? If you choose a tiger fist or a seven-injury fist, this domineering and connotation name."

Bai Changgeng continued, "I only tried this kind of boxing once. How much you can learn this time is your ability. If you can't learn anything, it proves that you are not suitable for learning this set of boxing, so don't force it."

When they heard this, Bai Rongfeng and Cang Fuheng were both shocked. After practicing for so many years, they taught them once. If they couldn’t learn, they would give up. Then wouldn’t the previous efforts be wasted? After a few years of hard work, Is it just because of my talent?

Cang Fuheng's eyes were full of anger at this time. He could not accept such hasty judgment. He started much later than Bai Rongfeng, but with these unremitting efforts, he did not have to be much worse. He even vaguely passed him. This was all obtained by him with countless sweats.

Bai Rongfeng, who was standing beside him, knew that he was full of anger this time, and gently pulled him, which roughly meant: "You can see the situation first, don't be too hasty, your father will naturally have his deep meaning."

Although he didn't say it, Cang Fuheng was not a fool either. He naturally understood what Rong Feng meant and looked at the next boxing skills with great energy.

I saw Bai Changgeng exerting his energy and strength, and began to use boxing skills. He was slow and fast, and he was strong and strong. If he was anxious, he would be in a state of ecstasy. He was dazzled but he was steady and steady.

After looking at it for a while, Cang Fuheng couldn't help but frown. This boxing technique looks quite powerful, but in fact it's just that. There is nothing particularly outstanding about it. There is not even a finger punch that makes people feel mysterious. In short, it just seems too ordinary.

It took exactly fifteen minutes to finish a set of punches. Then Bai Changgeng let out a heavy breath and said, "How is it, how much have you two learned."

Bai Rongfeng touched her head and said carefully: "I was dazzled by the sight and didn't dare to say more. At most, I only learned 30% of it."

"What about you Fuheng."

"My qualifications are limited, at most only 50%.

Bai Changgeng couldn't help but show his surprised look and said, "Okay, you two will play the boxing skills you just now at the same time."

The two of them immediately left some distance, waved their fists, and thought about the moves they had just seen while hitting.

After a while, Bai Rongfeng was at a loss and started to beat him randomly. Not long after, he stopped and said, "I only remember so much."

However, Cang Fuheng next to him was still playing somewhere. The most important thing was that his moves were just like the ones printed in the photo, just like those that Bai Changgeng beat.

At first, Bai Changgeng heard that he could learn 50% of his knowledge, but now he learned 70% of his knowledge after seeing it.

It was at this time that Bai Changgeng truly realized his talent and had a mind that could never be remembered, and this kind of mind happened to be the most important thing in learning Jingquan.

Not long after Bai Rongfeng stopped, Cang Fuheng also stopped the movement in his hand and said, "The disciple can only remember so much, and dared to ask the master, is it suitable for me to learn this set of boxing?"

"You both are suitable. I said that just to make you watch it seriously. Obviously, Cang Fuheng looks at it seriously. But you, Rong Feng, are too humble!"

Bai Rongfeng could only lower her head and accept her father's criticism.

"You both are serious about it, but I want to make up one thing! I made up the boxing style I just made up." Bai Changgeng suddenly said.

However, it surprised Bai Rongfeng and Cang Fuheng. They couldn't figure out why they made such jokes, and they couldn't even be considered a joke. They were simply deceiving, but they didn't know what the intention was behind them, so they could only continue to listen to Bai Changgeng.

"Our boxing technique has no name. The reason why I became the Mirror Fist is because the mystery of boxing is like a mirror. This boxing technique combines many things, such as Bagua, Wingchun, Tongbing Fist, Bajiquan, etc., all of which are in this boxing technique. Therefore, this boxing technique allows you to learn the enemy's tricks in the shortest time, which is a bit like using the other way to do it to the other body!"

The two of them were stunned and didn't expect that the so-called fists and feet

Kung Fu is to openly plagiarize the opponent's kung fu, but it is difficult to say, and it is simple and simple. There are only a few places where the human body can attack, such as fists, palms, legs, knees, and elbows, which are the main attack weapons.

Everyone is using these weapons. No matter what kind of boxing skills, they cannot be separated from their sects. Therefore, routines are not important. The important thing is to show the enemy's flaws, his strengths and weaknesses in the shortest time. Therefore, the more important thing about Mirror Fist is to practice your eyes!

A pair of eyes that understand everything can make you invincible. Use his tricks to attack the enemy's shortcomings with your own strengths. If you increase or decrease, you will definitely be invincible. Even if you lose, it is not a loss due to your tricks.

Bai Rongfeng thought for a while and said, "This is easier said than done, but more difficult. The tricks people have learned after so long are what they say, if they learn it, they will learn it."

"So you need to contact each other privately. Nowadays, there are many powerful boxers, Sanda competitions, judo, etc., which are the goals you can learn. Carefully analyze each of their steps. Then you two practice each other. When you reach a certain level, I will take you two to other experts to compete!"

"You mean to fight with someone else?"

"That's right, any martial arts is based on actual combat. You can cut some wooden stakes and chop some tiles all day long. That's not a fighter, but a street juggling. I hope you can remember this."

Cang Fuheng immediately nodded and said no.

"Okay, it's still early today. Fu Heng, go back and go to bed early."

Cang Fuheng returns to his work dormitory at around 10 o'clock every day. Today, because he learned about Jingquan, he dragged it for a while and he still had to prepare for work tomorrow, so he naturally prepared to go back to bed.

Not long after he left, Bai Rongfeng also planned to go back to the room to sleep. Bai Changgeng suddenly called him and said, "Rong Feng, from tonight, I will teach you a sword technique every day. You must learn carefully and not be lazy."

Bai Rongfeng asked, "Dad, are you not planning to teach Fu Heng this sword technique?"

Bai Changgeng raised his hands and looked at the moon in the sky and said, "Our swordsmanship has never been published. My generation cannot do it, and your generation cannot do it either. Remember?"

"Yeah, remember."

Bai Changgeng sighed softly and said, "And I always feel that Cang Fuheng, a child, will cause a big disaster one day, so I don't teach him our ancestral sword technique, so as not to cause a big disaster in the future and discredit our family!"

Bai Changgeng said this very well, but Bai Rongfeng's heart was mixed. He knew that Cang Fuheng was vicious, but he couldn't forget that when he said he was a good friend, his heart became complicated.

But they did not notice a person standing quietly outside the door, listening to their conversations in their ears.

Yes, Cang Fuheng fell on the chess table in the yard and returned to get it, and happened to hear the conversation between them father and son.

Originally, he was only open to two people in this world, thinking that these two people should not die, but at this moment, another person was cut off in his heart, and from then on, there was another person in the world who had more death.

Bai Changgeng then took out the Zhihong sword from the room, pulled out the sword body, and shook his wrist and cut out several sword flowers. It was so beautiful. Then the sword walked around the dragon, his body was like a graceful geese, and he was like dancing under the moonlight.

Bai Rongfeng was dazzled. In fact, it was not only him, but even Cang Fuheng outside the door, and was shocked. This was the real martial arts. Once this sword technique was released, other martial arts seemed so eclipsed, as if they were juggling on the street.

But when he thought about it, he felt a kind of loneliness. He could not learn this exquisite swordsmanship. If he couldn't learn this, he would even lose some fun in his life. He secretly made up his mind that he must learn this swordsmanship, no matter what the price he paid.

He stayed here and watched Bai Changgeng waving the sword in his hand. Until the end, the father and son returned to the room to rest, and then he walked in through the door and put the key in his pocket.

On the way back, what was lingering in his mind was

Agile figure, sharp swordsmanship, shocking tricks.

He looked at the moon, suddenly stopped, knelt down with a plop, put his hands together, and silently said, "God, I have never asked you for anything. Even if I was beaten like a pig's head, abandoned by my parents, and suffered all the grievances, I have never asked you for it. But this time, I want to learn this sword technique, and it doesn't matter what I give."

When he said this, he suddenly heard a sound of help from his ears. He stood up and walked slowly towards the direction of the sound.

Not far from the sound, there was a dead end, surrounded by shops and not even a residential building, which was comparable to a barren mountain.

Then with the faint light, he saw clearly that a beautiful girl was being pressed under a man.

The man covered the girl's mouth with one hand and tore off her clothes with the other hand. The girl kicked and grabbed her, but the woman's power was too small and she could not play any role at all. The man sat on her body, and it was impossible to turn over.

Even if you can't even shout a life-saving sound, you can only hear a faint whimper. Even if you can shout a life-saving, in such a place, how many people with a sense of justice come forward to help?

The matter is not your own. This sentence has been circulating for a long time and has been promoted even more now. Everything about people is looking for interests. Who will look for justice?

Cang Fuheng knew this the most. If there were more people with such a sense of justice, he would not have become what he is now.

He smiled softly and was about to turn around and leave. At this moment, the girl broke away from her big hand covering her mouth and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Help! Save me!"
Chapter completed!