"I will be able to learn to become a flying dragon in the sky after learning it. The first time I will exert two levels of strength in front and back. There are such martial arts geniuses in the world? I learned this trick of the flying dragon in the sky and asked my master many times before I could understand the various changes. After learning it, I could only exert one level of strength at the beginning. I practiced hard for more than a month before I could exert the two levels of strength in front and back in one palm... This kid Chang Wei, with a cup of tea, was actually more than a month of hard practice!"

Hong Qigong was surprised and had to admit that he had taken a look. Chang Wei was not pretending to understand, and was exaggerated and complacent, but he really understood it as soon as he heard it and learned it. He was indeed a rare martial arts genius!

When he was amazed secretly, he saw Huang Rong looking proud. Hong Qigong couldn't help but laugh and scold: "The martial arts genius is Chang Wei, but he is not you little girl. Why are you proud here?"

Huang Rong stuck out her tongue and made a face: "When he first met Chang Wei, he didn't know any martial arts skills! It was the first time I discovered his posture and taught him martial arts skills. In the future, no matter how great he achieved, I will consider the first skill, and of course I will be proud!"

Hong Qigong smiled and said, "Oh, what martial arts have you taught him?"

Huang Rong held his finger and counted one by one: "I have taught him the dragon roar iron cloth shirt, iron sand palm, monument thrower, and eight steps to drive cicadas."

"Longyin Iron Clothing Shirt?" Hong Qigong looked strange: "The skill he used to lay the foundation is the Longyin Iron Clothing Shirt?"

Huang Rong nodded: "Yes!"

Hong Qigong's magic is even more strange, and I don't know where to start.

Although the Dragon Roar Iron Shirt is a high-quality martial art, it is different from other high-quality martial arts. This martial art created by the great master Zhou Tong is widely circulated in the world. In some prosperous cities, you can even buy a complete secret book from bookstores. It can be said that as long as you are willing, any martial arts master can practice this skill.

However, although this technique is widely circulated, there are almost no real masters practicing it.

The reason for this is that the practice of the Dragon Roar Iron Shirt is too difficult, and the hard work spent is really disproportionate to the results obtained, and the gain is not worth the loss.

Using external practice methods to work hard to slap the muscles and bones, beat the skin and flesh. After practicing for seven or eight years, it cannot resist the sharp edge of the steel sword, and it cannot withstand the bombardment of first-class masters with heavy techniques.

The internal cultivation method is even more outrageous. Not only is it difficult to get started, but it is slow to practice, but every time you condense an internal breath, 90% of it will be used to cleanse and strengthen the muscles, bones and membranes. After practicing for ten years, the internal energy accumulated can only be as good as the highest internal energy of the same level in one year.

The most important thing is that the Dragon Roar Iron Shirt is purely horizontal practice, and can only be used to be beaten. In the martial arts world, who is willing to practice hard to get beaten with a hard skill?

How good is the skill of using the same diligence and hard work to practice beating people at the same time?

So at this moment, Hong Qigong really wanted to ask Huang Rong: "You are telling me that Chang's boy Longyin's iron cloth shirt is sure that you are not cheating him?"

However, Chang Wei has a solid foundation, strong muscles and bones, pure internal strength, and powerful palm power. Obviously, he has achieved some success. Hong Qigong could only sigh in his heart:

"Dragon roar, iron cloth shirt and iron sand palm... Hey! Hey! I met this little monster, Chang. Otherwise, if anyone who practices martial arts, even if he is not as good as the five masters, he would have to practice for more than ten or twenty years before he can achieve a little success. But I don't know if he can practice the legendary protective energy with Chang's talent..."

Chang Wei's talent made Hong Qigong quite happy to see the hunt, and couldn't help but say, "Boy Chang, I have another palm technique, please watch."

As he said that, he came to a tree outside the pavilion, bent his left leg slightly, bent his right arm inward, drew a circle with his palm, and pushed it out with a shout.

When Chang Wei saw the posture of Hong Qigong, he knew that this move was the famous "Kanglong regrets". He suddenly had bright eyes and stared at Hong Qigong's every move.

The palm move of "Kanglong has regrets" is even more mediocre than "Flying Dragon in the Sky". The flying dragon has at least a jumping and rushing action in the sky. Kanglong has regrets, but he just bent his knees and draws circles and then puts out his palms. It looks simple and clear, without any change.

But with just a simple palm, the big tree that was thick with embrace broke with a click, and the upper half of the tree flew out even more flat and then fell to the ground with a bang.

"The Seventh Master is so amazing!" Seeing this, Huang Rong widened her eyes and clapped her hands to exclaim.

In her mind, although her father's martial arts skills were extremely high, Huang Yaoshi's martial arts style was completely different from Hong Qigong's fierce and violent. He followed a graceful and unpredictable path, and had never shown such a simple, rough, and shocking destructive power in front of her.

Therefore, the palm of Hong Qigong really made Huang Rong look very eye-opener.

Chang Wei was also amazed.

His current palm power was quite good, but compared with the power that Hong Qigong showed now, it was really not worth mentioning.

When Hong Qigong saw Chang Wei, Huang Rong was amazed and couldn't help but feel proud. He laughed and said, "The old beggar's palm is called Kanglong's regret. Can you remember it?"

Chang Wei nodded: "Remember."

"Well, Kanglong's repentance moves are mediocre, the key is to use strength and force. Come on, boy Chang, listen carefully... The essence of Kanglong's repentance is all in the word "repentance"..."

With such a simple palm, the mental method of exerting force is more complicated than the flying dragon in the sky. Hong Qigong talked for an hour, and said it until the night faded and dawn came. He finished speaking.

After finishing his speech, he asked again: "Can you write it down? But what do you don't understand?"

Chang Wei answered truthfully: "I remember everything, nothing I don't understand."

Hong Qigong couldn't help but say "hey". This sound of hey was quite complicated, but he didn't have any doubts. He just nodded and said, "Since you understand, you can give me a palm and let me see."

Chang Wei closed his eyes, savored the mental method of exerting strength, and confirmed that he had understood it. In Huang Rong's expectant gaze, under the complex eyes of Hong Qigong, he walked to a tree with a bowl-shaped mouth and put on a posture of "Kanglong regretting it" - although he could learn it once, his skills were limited after all, and he dared not learn from Hong Qigong, and embraced the big tree with a thick hug.

With a stance, Chang Wei used his mind to activate his mind, and drew a circle with his palm, and slapped at the tree with a seemingly ordinary palm technique.

Click!

The palm of your hand hits the tree, the branches do not shake, the leaves do not shake, and it seems that they are not under force, but the trunk breaks with the palm, flies out three feet flat, and falls to the ground with a bang.

"Chang Wei is so great!" Huang Rong's eyes shone and she applauded repeatedly.

Hong Qigong looked complicated and shook his head and sighed: "Tsk, what a genius..."

Chang Wei was also very satisfied with his performance and gave Huang Rong a thumbs up with a smile.

Mr. Hong Qi shook his head and said with a smile: "The old beggar passed on two palms by boy Chang, which has paid you a reward. If you want the old beggar to pass on more hands, then I have to ask you for reward!"

He is the leader of a beggar, and begging for rewards is his job. In addition, he is open-minded and harmonious by nature. At this time, he said "rewards" to the two young men of Changwei and Huang Rong, and smiled and remained unchanged when he said "rewards".

Huang Rong blinked and asked, "I wonder what the Qi Gong wants?"

Hong Qigong patted his belly: "The old beggar has nothing to do in his life, he only loves food. If you want to learn the martial arts of the old beggar, you must sacrifice to the Wudian Temple of the old beggar."

"Gourmet?" Huang Rong's eyes lit up when she heard this, clapped her hands and smiled, "It's easy. Seventh Master, wait. I'll go find the ingredients for you and make a good dish for you with my own hands!"

After saying that, he ran away excitedly.

Looking at Huang Rong's back, Mr. Hong Qi couldn't help but say to Chang Wei: "This little girl is as clever as her father. She was a master who refused to suffer losses. At this time, in order to help you, she went running without saying a word... You kid, you don't know what kind of virtue you have accumulated in your previous life. You have to treat her well in the future. If you dare to bully her, you will never beggars for you."

Regarding Chang Wei, Hong Qigong was a little fond of his chivalrous heart and was slightly interested in his martial arts talent. But for Huang Rong, it sounds a bit metaphysical, but Hong Qigong liked it very much. He felt that he was very close to the little girl, so he couldn't help but whine Chang Wei.

Chang Wei said solemnly: "Don't worry, Qi Gong, I can't even love Rong'er, so how can I bully her?"

Mr. Hong Qi nodded with satisfaction and said in a deep voice: "Apart from not being able to bully Rong'er, if you use the kung fu skills of the old beggar in the future, then you can't say that the kung fu in the long term will have to take back your kung fu yourself!"

Chang Wei nodded repeatedly, and solemnly responded.

The old and the young were chatting here for a while, and then they saw Huang Rong running back with a gorgeous big rooster with feathers, "Seventh Duke, wait, Rong'er is the beggar chicken for you!"

Hong Qi was just an excuse to "seek rewards" and did not expect Huang Rong, a spoiled lady, could make any mouth-watering food. Seeing that she was going to be a beggar chicken, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Be a beggar chicken in front of my beggar boss? Haha, Xiao Rong'er, you are trying to show off your skills!"

Half an hour later.

Hong Qigong: "It's so fragrant! Even my beggar boss can't cure such a wonderful beggar chicken. Rong'er, is there any?"

Huang Rong smiled: "Qigong, please continue to teach Changwei Kung Fu. Rong'er promises to change his tricks every day, so that Qigong, you can eat well and eat well."
Chapter completed!