How should the spirit master in the mental hospital save himself at the beginning?

"This is called the Five-Step Boxing. The fists in it are not mainly for fighting the enemy, but are designed to familiarize you with the five most basic steps in martial arts, the lunge - the horse step - the rest step - the falling step and the empty step. "

"There are only five steps, why are there eight movements?"

Adhering to the learning spirit of asking questions when you don't understand what she learned from Wang Heng, Nie Beibei asked.

"The other moves are just for transitions in footwork."

After all, Nie Beibei had never learned any martial arts, so Ye Xiong didn't think she was a fool.

He doesn't only teach traditional martial arts. After all, traditional martial arts is too time-consuming to train.

For Nie Beibei, a girl, I will teach you some boxing techniques suitable for girls, and then teach you some fighting skills from various schools, as well as my many years of experience in fighting enemies, integrating ancient and modern times.

It was enough for Nie Beibei.

After Ye Xiong taught these basic footwork, Nie Beibei memorized the boxing routine by heart in less than a moment, and started repeating the boxing routine over and over again.

In order to get Nie Beibei into the state faster, the two of them also gave a small theatrical version of teaching.

"Suppose I am a gangster now. When a fist hits me, I quickly block with my left hand and pull back. The gangster loses his center of gravity. Then you lunge and punch straight, right, right, right, that's it. Send your shoulder forward and you can hit. Hammer as far as you go!"

After once again guiding the scenarios in which each action might be used, Ye Xiong asked Nie Beibei to reflect and recall the boxing routine alone while deliberating on the possibilities of each action.

"Huhu~ I finally finished my run!"

Since the weather temperature was not very high, white steam was steaming from Wang Heng's head at this moment.

"Mobile your joints and start sparring with me right away!"

"???"

Wang Heng suddenly lost his composure.

I have run for so long just now, and I have obviously spent so much energy. If I fight with you, who will it be if you beat me to death?

"Why, why can she just box there slowly?"

Wang Heng pointed at Nie Beibei who carefully executed every step.

"So you don't want to?"

Ye Xiong was also unambiguous. To deal with a person like Wang Heng, it would definitely not work to use affection and reason. In the end, it was more likely that he would be moved by his affection, and then the whole person We can only follow Wang Heng's rhythm.

So he chose to go straight to the hard part and refuse to do it?

Just pack up and leave!

"You actually talked to me like this. I was so hot that I couldn't help but shiver all over, and tears flowed out unsatisfactorily. Can this society get better? The country is full of oppression of our boys. Why should boys? Only then can we truly stand up!”

Ye Xiong: "...Come here quickly!!"

Wang Heng rolled over obediently and walked to the last piece of pure land in the martial arts arena that was relatively complete and not blissful.

"Let me tell you something first!"

Ye Xiong's tone became very serious.

"Master, tell me, I will listen!"

"...Do you have to make me mad so you can get my inheritance!?"

"Of course, of course it's not. Hey, you say it, you say it, I was just joking to liven up the atmosphere~"

"hu~hu~"

Ye Xiong's chest rose and fell for a long time, and he finally suppressed the urge to squeeze Wang Heng to death.

"Today is just training. If you go crazy like yesterday again, you will pay for the maintenance of the martial arts gym!"

He rubbed the area injured by Wang Heng yesterday. It was much better now, but perhaps due to his age, the meridians on his right shoulder were still somewhat blocked.

"okay!"

While he was talking, Wang Heng's breathing had slowly calmed down and his body was fully active.

"Then I'll fuck you first!"

Wang Heng stomped his foot on the ground, and his whole body shot out!

Wherever his back foot stepped on, the soft pad was deeply dented!

"Niang Xipi, I don't have to pay for the cushioned floor!"

Ye Xiong's flesh ached so much, and now he finally got angry!

I saw that he didn't give in at all. When his feet were on the ground, the soft cushion didn't move at all!

Controlling his power to such a meticulous level, it's no wonder that if he doesn't die, there will be an endless stream of visitors.

Wang Heng's heavy punch passed by Ye Xiong's clothes, pulling his muscles, and the punch changed direction in an instant, aiming directly at Ye Xiong's head.

Ye Xiong was not in a hurry at all. The hand hidden in his sleeves straightened into a palm, and came first. Before Wang Heng's fist was about to hit his head, the palm of his hand had already touched the creak of Wang Heng's fist attacking him. nest!

"Ow~"

Wang Heng screamed strangely, not because he wanted to make such a thought-provoking sound, but because it felt so sour and refreshing!

The fist barely stopped in front of Ye Xiong's head, unable to move forward.

And that whole arm was completely sore and lost its strength!

"Don't just think about attacking with force, use your brain more!"

Ye Xiong kicked Wang Heng in the lower abdomen, and his body flew upside down in the air.

"Didn't you just say so!?"

Wang Heng got up from the ground sadly and angrily.

With the weight blocking the front, this foot is not particularly painful.

But it was still a bit insulting. Nie Beibei cast a curious look from the side, but Wang Heng glared back...

"Sometimes, pain itself is a kind of training..."

Although Ye Xiong said this, he still felt that after this kick, his mood was inexplicably much better.

Alas, the difference in life turns out to be only one kick before and one kick behind. Sure enough, Old Man Ye is also a common man~

"I suspect you are doing it just for your own pleasure, and I have proof!"

Wang Heng patted the dust on his body and rushed towards Ye Xiong with a "Ouch~".

Then I heard it not very rhythmically, occasionally coherently and occasionally intermittently:

"Oh!"

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Or is it:

"Ouch!"

"Oh~"

"Sigh~"

Modal particles of this type.

Wang Heng was repeatedly knocked away by Ye Xiong, and then immediately stood up happily and rushed towards Ye Xiong.

As time went by, the rhythm of Wang Heng being beaten out by Ye Xiong slowly seemed to slow down.

Every time he was knocked away, Wang Heng would deduce it in his mind. What would have been the result if I had avoided Ye Xiong's action in another way?

And every movement of Ye Xiong became the object of Wang Heng's imitation.

At the beginning, Wang Heng's imitation was not very similar, and he felt like he was a crown prince.

However, as he got to the back, whether it was movements or force-generating techniques, Wang Heng had gradually figured out some tricks!

Ye Xiong became more and more frightened as he fought!

Damn it, if we keep fighting at this rate, it will only take half a year at most until Wang Heng can be on par with him!

And this is just the beginning. When it comes to various actual combat arrangements, Wang Heng's strength will only grow faster!

What if Wang Heng grows up to the point where he can defeat himself?

Ye Xiong has already begun to consider this profound issue.

But a young man like Wang Heng would never fight against an old comrade like him, right?

That little brat Wang Heng calls himself master!

But is this really reliable? Wang Heng has a psychiatric license. Beating the old man doesn’t even amount to moral condemnation!

Protruding!

More than an hour of hearty fighting made Wang Heng feel extremely happy!

He could feel himself slowly starting to improve, and I believed Ye Xiong could feel it too.

At this time, Ye Xiong must be thinking about whether to really accept him as his disciple, right?

How should I resist and welcome at this moment?

"That's it!"

The last piece of pure land in the martial arts field was gone. While Ye Xiong felt distressed, he was already thinking about how to calmly remind Wang Heng to ask the bureau to reimburse the land, otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to hold on!

Ye Xiong, who hadn't exercised for such a long time, was slightly sweaty.

Although Wang Heng may overpower him in the future, at least for now, in the past few months, Wang Heng can only let himself flatten and round him, and Ye Xiong is standing here like this!

The kind that no one can break!

"Why only come here?"

Wang Heng came back from his excitement and felt a little dissatisfied.

Ye Xiong didn't say anything and just pointed at his arm.

Wang Heng looked down and found that his two hanging arms were trembling slightly. He wanted to control his body to stop shaking, but his deliberate control only made his arms tremble even more.

"Although you have experienced many battles, I have researched and found that most of the time you used supernatural powers to lignify your body, so no matter how fierce the battle, your muscles were not overly strained."

Ye Xiong walked up to Wang Heng, put his fingers together and tapped lightly on the tendon of his biceps.

"what--"

The screams like killing pigs resounded throughout the martial arts hall, and even broke through the martial arts hall and spread outside the martial arts hall.

Outside the martial arts hall, the guests sitting at the barbecue stall waiting for the barbecue were a little confused:

"Mr. Ye's house is here to kill the New Year pig?"

"Why kill the pig for the New Year? It's been more than a month since the new year. Are you stupid for eating barbecue?"

"No, when I heard this sound, it was obviously the sound of killing a pig!"

......

There were no more customers for the time being. Moufan leaned against the stall, lit a cigarette while avoiding the wind and murmured:

"What kind of pig-killing sound is this? I have no idea, but this guy has a good voice. It's a pity that he didn't participate in The Voice, otherwise I would definitely be his loyal fan~"

"Why does it hurt so much!?"

Wang Heng questioned Ye Xiong without even using his honorific title.

Ye Xiong took his hand back with a smile and said:

"I just want you to experience how much fun the strong lactic acid and broken muscle fibers will bring you after a real fierce fight~"

"It brings you so much fun! You are such a bad old man!"

Seeing that Wang Heng accidentally told the truth, Ye Xiong was not angry, and ignored Wang Heng who was in great pain. Instead, he went to Nie Beibei to inspect today's results.

Nie Beibei practiced well. During the more than an hour of sparring between Wang Heng and Ye Xiong, she kept thinking and practicing tirelessly.

She vaguely felt that Wang Heng seemed to be very talented in this area. While she was happy for Wang Heng, the sense of urgency in her heart became even stronger.

If she follows Wang Heng's footsteps, she will only be a hindrance to Wang Heng in future actions.

Thinking like this, there was a sudden loud roar in his ears. Nie Beibei subconsciously blocked it, and then followed up with a left lunge, clasping hands and punching out spontaneously.

"Not bad, not bad, quite serious!"

Ye Xiong smiled and patted Nie Beibei's head, but the satisfaction in his eyes was not fake.