Warriors

"Master Zhao, I made some good tea a while ago, and I can't taste it myself, you try it?!" The old man is Yang Ping. He heard Zhao Zhou's simple answer, so he didn't ask Zhao Zhou much. Due to identity issues, he made a pot of tea that had already been prepared and poured three cups instead.

This is also farsighted than heard.

Now that he really saw Zhao Zhou, no matter what level of boxing skills he had or whether he was one of his own, just looking at how Zhao Zhou practiced martial arts to the level of daily life, he knew that he was no match for him.

Then, he also felt that it would be better not to talk nonsense, but to bring the two of them closer together before talking about it.

"I have been in Anjin for more than ten years, especially practicing martial arts since I was a child. It has been more than fifty years now. From my point of view, I have seen many high-level guards or boxing masters when I was running a business. But I haven't seen it. Master Zhao can practice boxing to the bone like this..."

Yang Ping thought about it, glanced, and saw that even when Zhao Zhou was sitting on the sofa, his legs were still relaxed, his hands were leaning forward slightly, and he naturally made a Tai Chi starting gesture.

Then, he became more sure of his guess.

"Look at Master Zhao like this, regardless of his state, this move has formed the same instinct as ordinary people eating and drinking. If the two of us fight, I have to think about how to break the move, but this Master Zhao doesn't use it. Just do it at your fingertips, I don’t know how many times slower when it comes to making moves, and I don’t have any curiosity when I’m beaten to death..."

Yang Ping pondered for a while, originally wanted to join hands with Zhao Zhou, and wanted to see if Zhao Zhou was really as powerful as the owner said on the phone.

However, in his opinion now, there is no need to try this. Zhao Zhou has such a profound Yang style Tai Chi frame, and it is his own people who can't run around, so why hurt his friendship and make outsiders laugh at him.

Of course, if Zhao Zhou wasn't one of his own, he would try his best to win over this great expert, even if he made up a reason, he would also invite Zhao Zhou to the Yang family.

"Master Yang."

And Zhao Zhou likes to open the skylight to speak brightly. Seeing Yang Ping pouring water and holding some snacks, he didn't have so many polite things. He took out the boxing score from his sleeve and handed it to Yang Ping on the sofa said: "The business is important, Master Yang should go through the process early to see if the boxing score is written by Senior Yang himself."

"Master Zhao's boxing skills have been practiced superbly, which is unimaginable. Even he is so straightforward! I am ashamed and admired by the old man!"

Seeing Zhao Zhou being so straightforward, Yang Ping joked with himself with a smile and asked Zhao Zhou to drink tea first.On the other hand, he opened the boxing manual, and took out a few handwritten letters from the bookshelf to compare his notes. Although his expression was serious, he had to say that he was right no matter what!

But as he gradually compared it, he found that the handwriting on the boxing score was exactly the same as the handwriting left by his master!

Seeing these handwritings, he also seemed to have seen Yang Luchan's handwritten boxing scores preserved in the main hall!

"This is indeed the master's notebook...and according to the master's message, if master Zhao practices according to the above, as long as he comes to Yang's, he will be his own..."

After Yang Ping read the last message on the boxing book, he was excited and delighted, knowing that their Yang family had another great master!

Similarly, after he finished reading the letter, Zhao Zhou also felt the kindness in his words.

"Master Zhao, the master's notes are correct!" After Yang Ping carefully handed the letter to Zhao Zhou, he also smiled as if relieved: "Master Zhao, I will notify the main hall and let the stewards from all over the country work together to ensure that the two are in charge of each other." Let's get together in the main hall! Let's arrange our identities, we are a family!"

Although Yang Ping's status in the Yang family is not low, there are still many people who are higher than him, and he can't be recognized by one person. Then the whole family will pass, and there must be a formal process. The most important thing is for a master like Zhao Zhou. Arrange an estate.

Otherwise, what to eat on weekdays can't make Huajin masters give up practicing martial arts and go out to work, right?

Of course, when masters from all over the world hear that a Huajin boxer has returned to their sect, they will definitely come back together to chat or exchange ideas.

"It's not in a hurry." Zhao Zhou looked at the current process, and didn't care about his status or industry in a few days. Instead, he spread his hands and said to Yang Ping: "Master Yang, how about helping me?"

The original identity was not confirmed, and Zhao Zhou was afraid that if he said this, the descendants of Senior Yang would feel provoked.

But now that the identity is recognized, that is to learn from the brothers of the same sect, which can't make any anger.

In particular, Zhao Zhou also had some ideas about Anjin, and was just looking for someone to try it out, get in touch with him, and experience it for himself.

But if you clearly say that you want to suffer, others will definitely disagree, so you can only get angry slowly, or try it out slowly.

"Master Zhao." Yang Ping heard that Zhao Zhou wanted to practice his hands, and then thought of Zhao Zhou's straightforward words before, and then he put on airs, without being polite, without knowing that Zhao Zhou regarded him as a person who tried his best.

Afterwards, the host put away the tables and benches in the house, and after the two said 'please', they opened their postures, put their hands together, and put them together.

It's just that Zhao Zhou's martial arts realm is much higher than Yang Ping's, and he has turned on the state of energy transformation, raising one hand, palms round, and the other hand on the back, simply blocking the bird's tail, or blocking, or blocking.

No matter how Ren Yangping changed his moves, or stepped on Taiji steps to attack from all directions, Zhao Zhou easily fought back.

At this time, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Zhou, who had turned on the energy transformation state, seemed to have divine consciousness, with eyes all over his body!

"Master Zhao, your boxing skills are inferior to yours! You can only use your strength!"

The two were not competing for life and death, and Yang Ping still had time to talk when he circled around Zhao Zhou.

However, when he said this, his strength was also scattered.Similarly, he also knew that he couldn't compete with the moves and routines, so he simply tried his best and retired from the competition.

then.

After Zhao Zhou's single hand on the chest once again held Yang Ping's cross hand, Yang Ping changed his move strangely and made a killer move, like a golden snake wrapped around silk, with a twist of his wrist, he wanted to hit Zhao Zhou with his backhand Zhou's arm, at the same time, a dark energy burst out, hitting the acupuncture point.

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Zhao Zhou also had the purpose of trying the dark energy, and heard Yang Ping's prompt. He had expected it, but he didn't avoid it, or parry it with a backhand. Forcibly sticking towards Yang Ping's palm.

"Why don't you dodge..." Yang Ping panicked when he saw this scene, but he couldn't take back the move after he had exhausted his moves.

But Yang Ping didn't know, it was Zhao Zhouyi's daring, speculated that Yang Ping's strength was not enough, the dark strength could only bruise his flesh at most, and it was impossible to break his bones.

In particular, Zhao Zhou can now regenerate bone nerves and skin cells. Even if the bone is broken, it is not difficult to graft the bone for himself.

To put it more mysteriously, as long as his limbs are not amputated and his brain nerves are thrown away, he can now grow his own bones and live to death!

Similarly, if Zhao Zhou tried his best this time, if his bones were broken, or if there was a piece of flesh missing, it would only be a matter of time before he could regenerate.

It's better to try the strength of the dark energy, how to exert energy, and how to condense the energy, and test it personally, so as to speed up the progress of guessing the supernatural power of flesh and blood.

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With a crisp sound, Zhao Zhou felt as if nothing had happened after taking the dark energy. With his elbow down, a dragon-shaped bone-like bird hit Yang Ping's wrist, and he shook it hard, and Yang Ping shook his body as if he had been electrocuted. Twice, backed up a few steps and sat on the sofa with a 'plop'.

At the same time, with a flick of Zhao Zhou's elbow, the sweat aroused by the dark energy was wiped off, as if Yang Ping's dark energy acupuncture really had no effect on him.

But in fact, just now Zhao Zhou's bones were itchy just now, as if being scratched by a cat's paw, itchy to the core, but his bones were already as hard as jade after being tempered by tiger bone prescriptions and tiger leopard Leiyin. , In just a few breaths, the sore and itchy feeling disappeared.

However, when he joined hands, he could still feel the injured part in the Huajin state that had been turned on all the time. A lot of cells were killed and injured, and there were bruises. It would take three or four days of rest to recover.

"Master Zhao, are you okay?" Yang Ping didn't even slow down on the sofa, and hurriedly got up to ask.

"Yes, Master Zhao, are you okay?" The owner of the museum also had a worried face.

When Zhao Zhou heard about it, he swung his arm violently, and there was a 'click' sound from the bones, which proved that nothing happened.

"It's okay to fight with Anjin...Could it be that Master Zhao has trained his body to be steel..." Yang Ping was also relieved to see this situation, but he was also surprised that Zhao Zhou had practiced his boxing skills so far to such an extent.

But then, he practiced with a wry smile in his heart, "It is estimated that in a few days when the main hall gathers, if Master Zhao beats everyone to the ground, I don't know if we can save the face of our generation. ..."

Chapter 35 Close the pores and hit the spot!

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With the gentle sound of water fluctuations, in the bathroom of a villa, Zhao Zhou immersed himself in a ten-square-meter bathtub, occasionally taking a breath and spitting out some bubbles, which surfaced and brought soft noises.