A Panda's Martial Arts

No way, although he said it easily, but the short and fat monk knew in his heart that the blow he just did not achieve the expected effect at all——

According to his previous predictions, this blow should have smashed the panda's head to the ground, but now it just knocked the panda's body into a sway.

Even though he is standing upright with both feet, he can still control the center of gravity of his body to this extent. This beast has such profound skills!

But it doesn't matter, it's just this level, I still don't have the ability to fight against him.

After all, the technique he is using now completely restrains beginners of this kind of Xingyiquan.

"Ow!"

The panda in front of him roared, and the bear's arm slammed hard on the right side - that was where the short and fat monk was standing when he made a surprise attack just now. Obviously, that palm slap also pointed out the direction for the panda.

But unfortunately, all of this is under the control of the dumpy monk.

"drink!"

Stepping forward and twisting his waist, the short and fat monk has already stepped to the left rear of the panda, and his arm is also an elbow.

Boom!

The elbow was as sharp as an axe, and the squat monk even faintly heard the sound of bone cracking.

"Ow!"

The panda in front of him screamed in pain, turned around and swung his fist, and swung his thick left arm directly behind him-this obviously sensed the danger from behind, but this was still within the expectations of the short and fat monk.

"Brother will teach you one today, it's called Baguazhang!"

The voice remained where it was, but the chunky monk got in with a short body, facing the sweep of the bear's shoulders, and once again dodged behind the panda's side.

Once again, it disappeared from the panda's sight.

"Oh shit……"

Another punch in the back made the panda curse.

Disgusting, it's the first time he's seen this kind of gimmicky style of play—it's not even technically a fight.

The short and fat monk lowered his body and kept circling around him, hiding behind his back, constantly launching sneak attacks in the blind corner of his vision.

He obviously tried his best to capture the position of the short and fat monk, but he couldn't even see the edge of the monk's robe.

It was as if the chunky monk had turned into a ghost and was chasing after him to kill him.

"Brother will teach you one today, martial arts on the battlefield are not omnipotent!"

Boom!

As the words fell, the panda was punched again in the left rib.

Even though his skin was rough and thick with fur, his body gradually began to show fatigue after being hit repeatedly like this.

And this trace of exhaustion was also captured by the chunky monk.

"It finally had some effect..."

Another punch was thrown at the panda's back, and the squat monk secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Careless, he didn't expect a panda to be so resistant to beatings - if he was beaten like this in a human body, he would have been beaten and lay down as early as the first two blows. don't move.

But fortunately, the current battle situation is still under his control.

Bagua Palm, also known as Bagua Youshen Palm, was created by Dong Haichuan, a famous martial artist in the late Qing Dynasty. Many people would think that this is a set of palm techniques when they read the name, but only those who have received the true teaching know that the word "palm" is not the key. What is really important is the four characters "Bagua Youshen".

In ancient times, there was no specific vocabulary to describe the scale of the azimuth, so they simply took the word "Bagua" and used the image of the hexagram to indicate the direction. Allow yourself to seize a favorable attacking position.

And a successful practitioner like him can be completely stuck in the blind spot of the enemy's field of vision. No matter how the enemy struggles, he can follow him like a ghost.

This is the so-called "playground martial arts", that is, "single-handed techniques".

He himself is practicing Xingyiquan, so he understands more clearly that Xingyiquan seems to be unparalleled in comparison with the three tips, but in fact this kind of military martial art can only move forward straight - just because of the battle formation. The people above are crowded with each other, and there is no room for turning around.

If it is on the battlefield, with brothers and feet protecting each other in robes, there is no hindrance in going forward, but if it is off the battlefield and falls into the rivers and lakes, it is another matter.

Just like the panda in front of him, he can't even touch his monk's robe after punching, only being beaten.

Thinking of this, the short and fat monk turned around and punched out with another heavy fist.

The calculations are almost the same. Think about it, Wu Songwu Erlang Jingyang Gang used three punches to fight the tiger in the story book. He has punched six or seven punches now. This panda should almost lose the ability to fight——

It doesn't matter if you don't get tired and lie down, it's a big deal to make up a few more punches, anyway, the panda hasn't escaped from his palm...

"Um!?"

Boom!

He punched the panda, but the squat monk himself was stunned.

wrong……

This punch doesn't feel right!

As far as he could see, the panda in front of him didn't have any intention of resisting, and his loose appearance clearly gave up resistance completely—but at this moment, his fist directly hit the panda.

Under the heavy punch, the panda was immediately beaten to the ground.

"wrong!"

The squat monk subconsciously reached out to grab it, but he didn't catch even a bear hair.

I saw that the panda was like a big ball at the moment, with the strength of this punch, it turned over and rolled seven or eight steps away.

If outsiders came to see it, they might still be amazed that the chunky monk's punch sent the panda flying seven or eight steps away - but only the chunky monk knew that this was not the result he wanted at all.

Where did he type it out, it was clearly the panda who got out by himself!

"Good bastard..."

The chunky monk was no longer the laughing and joking look just now.

Suddenly thinking of using this method to get out of his lock, the intelligence of the panda in front of him may be higher than he expected.

Fortunately, a beast is a beast after all. Although the panda in front of him was out of his control, he didn't choose to run away. Instead, he became very angry and rushed towards him again.

That's a lot to say.If the panda is determined to run, his two legs may not be able to run faster than the panda's four legs. When things get serious, he may be able to escape, but he will not be able to take the panda away—and Like now, it is undoubtedly the best for the panda to take the initiative to rush towards him.

It was nothing more than a fight, with his skill, how could he not be able to beat this...

"Oh!"

Before the short and fat monk adjusted his figure, the panda in front of him suddenly poked his foot into the ground, and then a large piece of soil flew towards the short and fat monk's face.

"Heh, worm-carving trick."

Facing the flying dirt debris, the short and fat monk swung his sleeves to block all these hidden weapons.

He already has a deep understanding of how intelligent the panda in front of him is, but it doesn't mean anything.In the face of absolute strength, this kind of heresy...

"what?"

The chunky monk was slightly taken aback.

At some point, the panda figure disappeared from his sight.

"Been..."

A gust of cold air rushed to his forehead, and the short and fat monk's back was instantly wet with cold sweat, and he guessed where the panda was almost instantly.

But this guess is still half a beat late.

Before the short and fat monk could make a move, the thick bear's paw had already dug out on his ribs.

140 Chapter Seven

As a practitioner of Baguazhang, the short and fat monk named Zhang Huairen naturally has a certain understanding of this martial art.

Unlike Xingyiquan, which uses all its strength and goes straight, Baguazhang, as a folk martial art, pays more attention to its own protection——

It's just that this kind of body protection is not a hard block in the usual sense, but a constant movement to keep yourself in a safe position forever.

In other words, this martial art pays more attention to positioning.

As a martial art on the battlefield, Xingyiquan is unrivaled in strength, and when fighting, it often has the posture of exchanging injuries for lives. After a battle, he is often covered with scars, and even some permanent hidden wounds are left——

But Baguazhang is different, its practitioners are often as quick as ghosts, and after beating, there are not even a few wounds on their bodies, let alone any dark wounds that are difficult to heal.

But as a price, Baguazhang has certain deficiencies in terms of attack.

This point can be seen from the battle just now. If he used Xingyiquan, then he and the panda would be able to decide the outcome with one move——

But when he switched to Baguazhang, because he paid more attention to positioning, he didn't have time to adjust his posture when striking and use the whole body to exert force under the three-pointed palm.

Even if he can use the strength of his waist and hips to increase his strength, the effect will not be as good as he imagined when he encounters such a rough-skinned and thick-skinned opponent.

But the panda in front of him made up for it.

"Puchi-"

That was the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, followed by something warm dripping from his ribs.

"hiss……"

The pain in his ribs caused the short and fat monk to gasp, and quickly pulled back.

The loss of blood made his mind a little dazed, and the short and fat monk inexplicably remembered when he was learning boxing——

At that time, it was Yang Tieqiang, the leader of the Iron Spear Club, who taught him Kung Fu. He still remembered that old man once told him.

"Baguazhang is light and nimble. After you learn it, you will inevitably lose your temper. If you want to deceive others with your body skills, you are the leader of Bailiandao's generation. You will not encounter resistance when bullying people on weekdays, but if you meet a master... , you must remember that you must use the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue, and you must never fight the enemy empty-handed."

Ziwu Yuanyang Yue, the primary weapon of Baguazhang, is said to have the effect of locking the opponent's weapon, but the short and fat monk doesn't like this kind of strange thing, in his opinion, this thing is not as simple as a sharp ax and a heavy hammer neat.

But until today, he finally understood what the purpose of that weapon was.

The sharp blade with spikes is obviously used to make up for the lack of Baguazhang's attack!

It's like the claws of a panda sticking out.

"His-"

Accompanied by the stout monk's retreating figure, the sharp bear claws tore a large piece of flesh and blood under his ribs.

But the panda didn't stop there.

The right paw was still dripping with blood, and the free left paw had already rested on the shoulder of the squat monk, taking away a large piece of flesh again.