Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 432
Wu Yikong pushed the wheelchair, and a group of eight people went to the backyard.

Two men in their thirties, each holding a stick, danced vigorously, making every move at the click of a button.

There were a dozen men wearing the same clothes watching.

When everyone saw Wu Yikong pushing the old man and bringing two unfamiliar faces, they immediately divided into two rows silently.

The two contestants each shook out a stick flower, jumped out of the ring, held sticks in their right hands, and clasped their fists to salute their master.

"Shen Xiaoyou, there are my apprentices and my grandsons here," Wu Yikong looked at Shen Yunfeng and said slowly, "I'll let someone do a set of punches, it's for Shen Xiaoyou and Miss Liang."

Shen Yunfeng and Liang Fingru thanked Grandpa Wu Yikong.

Grandpa Wu Yikong glanced at his disciples and grandchildren, and his eyes fell on the face of a boy under 20 years old.

He smiled and nodded slightly.

The boy came out immediately, and after clasping his fists in a circle to salute, he made a pose and started punching.

A punch is thrown out, like a tiger rushing across the hills, fast and fierce; a kick out is like an iron whip sweeping across autumn leaves.

When he hit the middle, he punched and kicked, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Shen Yunfeng watched very seriously, every move and style of the man passed through his eyes.fall into mind.

Ten minutes later, the man suddenly shouted, clenched his hands, and smashed into a willow tree five or six meters away.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the willow tree with a diameter of half a meter shook unexpectedly, and six or seven willow branches as thick as fingers were broken and fell off by the man's palm.

Qian Jin was standing next to Shen Yunfeng. He picked up a willow branch that fell under his feet and said in a low voice, "Young Master Shen, with the punch just now, I think a cow would be beaten to the ground."

Shen Yunfeng nodded with a smile, and said: "The boxing technique is indeed fierce."

Wu Yikong, who was standing aside, heard Qian Jin talking with Shen Yunfeng, and glanced slightly sideways.

After finishing a set of punches, the man closed his stance, clasped his fists again, greeted everyone, and then walked off the stage.

Although the breath is a bit heavy, it is still relatively uniform, especially when walking, the pace is not slow at all, and it is obvious that there is still a fight.

Several older men standing behind Wu Yikong all had expressions of approval on their faces.

Obviously they were very satisfied with the man's performance just now.

One of them, a middle-aged man of about forty, took a few steps, cupped his fists and said to Wu Yikong: "Master, look at how Xin'er performed with the Gale 72 boxing technique just now. Is it [-]% as good as yours?"

At this time, the man had already stood among the other senior brothers and sisters, but his eyes were always on Master Wu Yikong.

He really wanted to be affirmed by the master, so that he might get a chance to return to China to participate in the competition.

Grandpa Wu Yikong didn't express his opinion, but turned his head to look at Shen Yunfeng, and asked with a smile: "Little friend Shen, what do you think of my little disciple's punching just now?"

He asked this, including the man who had just boxed, so the disciples and grandsons of Grandpa Wu Yikong at the scene all looked at Shen Yunfeng with doubtful eyes.

Someone even asked Wu Yikong with their eyes, who is this, the old man seems to think highly of him?

Wu Yikong didn't know what happened to grandpa today, he invited Shen Yunfeng to drink tea for a while, and asked Shen Yunfeng to come to the backyard to watch some boxing.

I can only give the inquirer an apologetic micro-expression, which means, I don’t know either!
Hearing Grandpa Wu Yikong ask himself to express his opinion on boxing, Shen Yunfeng hesitated slightly.

He wasn't quite sure whether he should tell Grandpa Wu Yikong about the flaws in Liefeng's 72-way boxing that he saw just now.

At this time, the way other people looked at Shen Yunfeng also put a little pressure on his heart.

From entering the courtyard to now, Shen Yunfeng saw and remembered everyone's respect for Grandpa Wu Yikong. He was a little worried. Will it harm Grandpa Wu Yikong if he is in a bad situation?

After all, Qian Jin had already tactfully told Shen Yunfeng that the old man was a very famous warrior in Hongsawadi, and he was once known as the master of boxing and sticks.

Noticing Shen Yunfeng's hesitation, Grandpa Wu Yikong seemed to realize something.

He was sure that Shen Yunfeng should have seen something, but he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

The reason why Grandpa Wu Yikong was so sure was because, just an hour ago, when he saw Shen Yunfeng, for some unknown reason, he subconsciously released the Gang Qi.

To his surprise, Shen Yunfeng would respond with his own breath.

At that time, only the two of them knew that in just over ten seconds, two completely different and powerful auras collided in the small square in front of the courtyard.

It didn't cause the slightest disturbance, it happened very quickly, and it ended very quickly.

If anyone pays attention, they will find that after they left to drink tea in the courtyard, there were suddenly many willow leaves in two and a half in the small square.

The incision is extremely smooth, as if cut by a sword that cuts iron like mud.

Everyone waited for a minute or two, and seeing that Shen Yunfeng hadn't spoken, they all looked at the old man in unison.

Grandpa Wu Yikong smiled and said, "Little friend Shen, do you have any concerns and it's not convenient to speak?"

Shen Yunfeng glanced at Wu Yikong, clasped his fists and said, "Old man, is this Gale 72 boxing technique your own creation, or is it?"

While Shen Yunfeng was speaking, Wu Yikong had signaled one of his grandfather's apprentices to temporarily avoid him.

He felt that he had gotten some hint from the way Shen Yunfeng looked at him just now.

The man who received Wu Yikong's signal carried out Wu Yikong's order in a daze.

Almost, in less than half a minute, there were less than six people left in the backyard of the courtyard, which is equivalent to a martial arts training ground.

In addition to Shen Yunfeng and Liang Binru, there are Wu Yikong's two grandsons, and Wu Yikong's two apprentices.

Even Qian Jin avoided it consciously.

He was smart because he knew that even though he had a close relationship with Wu Yikong, even if he stayed at the scene, Wu Yikong and his grandson would probably not say anything, but he still left voluntarily.

Qian Jin felt that, no matter what Shen Yunfeng said, since the disciples and grandchildren of Grandpa Wu Yikong had all been dismissed, he should avoid it too.

"Xiaoyou Shen, this set of boxing techniques has been passed down to the seventh generation of my apprentice, Sun Xiner." Grandpa Wu Yikong said truthfully, "When I was apprenticed to a teacher 63 years ago, the first set of boxing techniques taught to me by my teacher was Gale Type 72."

Shen Yunfeng nodded slowly, looked at Wu Yikong, and said to Grandpa Wu Yikong: "Old man, when your master taught you boxing, did he tell you that the Gale 72 style is actually a set of residual boxing?"

(End of this chapter)