The Sims of the Realms

It doesn't look like a serious business.

"Sir, are you drinking?"

"Is this really selling wine?" Lin Weiran disagreed.

Then I heard the man continue to say: "Drink, please go to another place."

Lin Weiran shook his head: "No, I'll punch."

The burly man in black looked at him as if he was joking, not to mention his amazing appearance, and there was still a big gap between him and everyone in front of the screen.

The most important thing is to have a strong body. Where you stand, you will give people a different temperament. To deal with people is to have eyesight.

"Hold on!"

One of them pushed the door open.

After a while, Lin Weiran was brought into a room, and then a middle-aged man who looked about 40 or [-] years old walked over from the training platform.

"My name is Zhang Feng, do you want to punch?"

Zhang Feng's upper body was naked, his muscles were perfect, and there was a scar on his arm, which looked like it was left after being burned.

Lin Weiran nodded, "Someone introduced me here, saying that here you can box and make money, so I want to give it a try."

"Okay, how long have you been boxing?"

"I never boxed."

"Then why are you here? I don't accept newcomers here. Did you find the wrong place?" Zhang Feng looked him up and down in a daze and asked.

"I have never seen boxing, but I have practiced a little kung fu. I don't know if it is possible."

Zhang Feng came and said with interest: "Have you practiced Kungfu, Xingyi? Baji? Baguazhang? Not everyone who practices Kungfu can do it. Which one do you practice?"

"No, I practice Wing Chun."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng's face changed slightly, "Wing Chun? Wing Chun is also good, but I don't know how you are in actual combat, try it?"

"Okay, come on!"

Lin Weiran did not refuse.

Zhang Feng waved his hand and said, "Don't get me wrong, it's not me, who is that... Zhao Xu, come and try his skills."

"Here we come, Brother Feng!"

On the training platform, Zhao Xu kicked away the sandbag, and then trotted all the way to Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng seemed to be very respected here.

"Can he come?"

Zhang Feng asked Lin Weiran.

Lin Weiran nodded: "Anything is fine." "

Hearing what he said, Zhao Xu's eyelids drooped slightly, and the other people who were practicing boxing found that there was something exciting to watch, so they all ran over.

"Why don't you join in the fun? You've already practiced your punches, right? I'll try them one by one later!" Zhang Feng said sharply, and everyone couldn't help but shudder.

The matter has come to this point, the excitement still has to be watched.

"Attacking the crotch is not allowed, the rest is free to play, if you can, then start." Zhang Feng said standing between the two.

Zhang Feng took a few steps back, and the battle between the two began. Zhao Xu immediately punched Lin Weiran hard in the jaw.

"Zhao Xu is serious!"

"That kid is a little crazy. In front of Brother Feng, he said just now that anyone can come."

"No wonder, this kid looks like he hasn't practiced boxing before. I don't know how many rounds he can last."

"I lost it, what happened?"

"Why did Zhao Xu suddenly fall down? Did his foot slip?"

There was a burst of exclamation from the onlookers.

Lin Weiran quietly looked at Zhao Xu who was lying on the ground. He was knocked down by a very standard kick from himself, and was shaking his head trying to stand up.

"What happened?"

Zhao Xu couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, Zhao Xu is defeated. You have practiced real kung fu in Wing Chun. Although you are not authentic Wing Chun, you can still fight."

Zhang Feng said objectively.

Lin Weiran frowned slightly, Wing Chun is not authentic, if Zhang Tianzhi said so, it would be fine, but now the mainstream Wing Chun in Xiangjiang, Ye Man's Wing Chun has been recognized as the most authentic.

At this time, someone randomly came up and said that he was not authentic, and Lin Weiran admitted that he was slapping Ye Wen in the face, admitting that Ye Wen was not authentic.

Seeing that Lin Weiran's face was not right, Zhang Feng said again: "Authentic Wing Chun has no high feet, the high feet Wing Chun you just had was improved, although it is not authentic, it still has..."

"Enough, I know very well whether Wing Chun is authentic or not. If you know authentic Wing Chun, you can show me."

Whoa!

The surrounding audience were amazed again and again.

"Young people are full of vigor!"

"Is this kid crazy, challenge Brother Feng?"

"That's not how you seek death!"

Zhang Feng was slightly taken aback, "The Wing Chun boxing I practice is indeed a bit more authentic than yours. It's true that tall Wing Chun is not authentic."

"Authentic or not, strength speaks!"

Lin Weiran didn't back down, Zhang Feng looked at him and said, "Alright, let's have a fight, and if you win against me, you can get the maximum salary."

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Chapter 23 Martial Arts Triple Realm

"Practicing martial arts is impulsive.

I am also a person who has come from your age, and I can understand, after all, when I was your age, I was also the eldest child, my second child. "

Zhang Feng exercised his muscles and bones and said casually.

Lin Weiran also punched the air a few times casually, making crackling noises, but almost everyone present could do it without any surprises.

"bring it on!"

Zhang Feng hooked his hands at Lin Weiran!

"excuse me!"

Lin Weiran cupped his fists in salute.

As soon as the voice fell, the two shot at the same time.

I don't know if Lin Weiran had an illusion, the two of them have almost the same moves, but Zhang Feng's Wing Chun is full of murderous intent.

If Lin Weiran is a gentleman who forbears, then Zhang Feng is a deadly killer. In terms of fierceness, Lin Weiran is not as good as him.

But that doesn't mean he will lose!

Lin Weiran's arms were like whips, and he lashed Zhang Feng's body, erupting with force, Zhang Feng was in pain, Lin Weiran stepped forward quickly, raised his right hand and slashed at the whip.

There is a saying in "Boxing Classics": Lazily tie up clothes and go out to put on airs, change the posture and step with a single whip, this is the truth, it can be seen that the whip is fierce.

"What a strong hand, your Wing Chun is very good!" Zhang Feng's hands swelled up, and he clenched his fists with a cracking sound, which seemed to be a circle bigger.

Lin Weiran knew that his hands were not swollen, but were running vigorously, which is a normal phenomenon that only occurs when he has practiced boxing all the year round and his cultivation has reached a certain level.

"His kung fu is deeper than mine!"

Lin Weiran judged it in an instant.

The depth of kung fu is not compared with strength and speed, but the comprehension of strength. With the same strength, the destructive power produced by a master of martial arts is extremely amazing.

Lin Weiran hit Zhang Feng with a series of attacks. Although Zhang Feng was in pain, most of his strength was taken off by him.

"Come again!"

Lin Weiran stepped forward.

It doesn't matter if he can relieve his strength, as long as the attack is uninterrupted, he will have no room to parry. Zhang Feng's Wing Chun techniques have also been practiced to a very deep level.

Cooperating with the wooden dummy post method, it seemed to be more than capable. Lin Weiran punched vigorously, Zhang Feng swung his elbow to counterattack, and his foot was extremely stable. In terms of posting skills, he did not lose to Lin Weiran.

"Young man, although your Wing Chun is not authentic, you practice it really well. I don't know why you are so angry. Could it be that Ye Wen is your master?"

Zhang Feng supported Lin Weiran's hands and then pressed down. The two faced each other, almost cheek to cheek, talking to Lin Weiran with great interest.

The duel between masters changes rapidly.

Zhang Feng was so entrusted to talk to Lin Weiran in battle, obviously he had figured out the depth of Lin Weiran, but Lin Weiran was not to be outdone.

"Both each other, each of you is not authentic, and Wing Chun insists on distinguishing authentic or not. Could it be that Zhang Tianzhi is your father?"

Lin Weiran retorted.

"Good boy, glib!"

Zhang Feng was not angry at all, he suddenly saw Lin Weiran stepping forward, he got up from the ground and slammed into himself, Zhang Feng quickly stepped on the two-word clamp, and bent his knee to clamp it.

However, Lin Weiran's strength exceeded his expectations, no matter how solid his skills were, he was knocked back several meters by Lin Weiran before giving up.

"You are not Wing Chun! If you say it is Tieshanjia, it is even less authentic than Wing Chun!" Zhang Feng couldn't help but said.

Lin Weiran said disapprovingly, "If it's authentic, you'd probably fly several meters away, and you'd have to follow the watch even if you fell to the ground."

"Let me go according to the watch, do you have that ability? Kung fu doesn't depend on whoever is strong, so try my trick."

Zhang Feng took a stride and dusted with one hand!

The back of his hand hit Lin Weiran's chest and abdomen with a bang, but Lin Weiran had already put his hands on his chest and easily blocked it.

Zhang Feng was not in a hurry,

With one move, he circled his hands and pushed forward.

In an instant, Lin Weiran only felt a strange force rushing into his body unstoppably, his chest felt tight, and he felt an indescribable discomfort.

With all the strength in his body, he felt unable to use it, as if his body and mind were under a layer of shackles, and a strong feeling of aggrieved came to his heart.

Looking at Zhang Feng and Lin Weiran's thoughts of wanting to defeat him, at this moment, he was extremely powerful, and he almost exploded with all his strength to stop his retreat.

Then he swung his fist with a very pure intention to hit him. At the same time, the feeling of being able to hit anything when flying cards came to his mind again.

Lin Weiran threw this punch out of nowhere, and Zhang Feng saw Lin Weiran's fist in his eyes, and he couldn't dodge it no matter what.

boom!Zhang Feng was staggered by the beating.

The discomfort in Lin Weiran's body gradually eased. He guessed that it was probably because of the disappearance of that strange force.

But even so,

His combat power is only [-]% to [-]% left.

"No more fights, no more fights! What should you do, don't be an eyesore here, do you hear me!" Zhang Feng roared angrily.

Lin Weiran had to admit it.

Zhang Feng is in a better state than him.

"You read that right, Brother Feng was slapped in the face!"

"That kid has something, but did you find it? Brother Feng's last move, which was light and fluffy, caught that kid by surprise. It's unbelievable."

"I heard that it is the essence of Wing Chun..."

……

After dismissing everyone, Zhang Feng looked at Lin Weiran: "How are you, are you okay? You can still hit me with a black force, that's pretty good!"

Zhang Feng praised unabashedly.

"Is that dark energy?" Lin Weiran reacted. Ye Wen once told him that the third level of martial arts is light, darkness, and transformation.

And Guo Yunshen, the master of internal boxing, once said that there are three levels of martial arts, light and dark, and there are also three levels of truth. It is used to change the temperament of a person and restore its original truth.

Ming Jin is the strength in boxing, it is bone-changing kung fu, practice it to build the foundation, strengthen the body, make the bones of the body as hard as iron stone, and the posture and temperament are majestic and strong like Mount Tai.