The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

The so-called "shortcut to the south" is not easy to take.

Although this is a military training base, it is not a scenic spot for tourists and does not have complete infrastructure.

Clear springs, waterfalls, and flowing water from mountains.

Although there is a view every step of the way, it is still a bit difficult for ordinary people to climb.

In high-intensity fierce confrontations, you also have to expend your physical strength to fight against the natural environment.

It not only tests the climber's skill, but also tests the climber's endurance.

Yan Weiwei and others are all martial arts practitioners. They have been practicing all year round, so climbing a mountain is no problem. Even Yan Feng, who looks like a little old man, has a calm expression on his face...

"How about you lay down a stone slab..."

Walking on the somewhat rugged mountain road, Meng Lang felt the heavy sense of "security" behind him and secretly made a mistake.

Whether to choose hard work or ease in life is often a difficult multiple-choice question...

"Master Meng, let me help you." Fan Shigang, a tall man with a sharp eye, volunteered.

"That's so embarrassing, thank you, thank you!"

Facts have proved that when you get a lot of help, it can also become a two-choice question...

In this way, under the guidance of an accompanying staff member from the organizer, everyone arrived at the next "match point" in about twenty minutes.

This is a small platform with a masonry structure. It has only been leveled to the most basic level, and a somewhat rough wooden shed has been built. It looks like a place for people to rest.

At this time, there are five climbers wearing green and gray kung fu uniforms waiting here.

However, two or three of them were gathered around a fellow student who was pale, clutching his chest and sweating, and were helping him regulate his breathing.

"It turns out to be Master Yan from Twelve Road Tan Legs, the white-browed boxing champion Lang Wenli."

When an older man with a short beard saw a group of people boarding the platform, he took the initiative to step forward and clasp his fists.

"Master Wang, you guys are..." After Yan Feng returned the salute with his fists, he looked at the badly injured White Eyebrow Fist disciple.

"Alas! The skills are inferior to others, making Master Yan laughable." Wang Lang sighed.

"Is it that Bajiquan Li Lei?" Yan Feng asked with a frown.

"Yes, Bajiquan's reputation for strength is well-deserved. I'm afraid my great disciple won't be able to fight anymore today."

There was inevitably some resentment in the voice, presumably because the other party was really not easy on him.

"Master, let me have a good rest, this time it's up to me!" A disciple with thick eyebrows and big eyes came out from among the disciples of White Eyebrow Fist.

"Okay, remember to stop. Master Yan, please." Wang Lang nodded and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

Everyone made room for a competition in the middle. The thick-browed White Eyebrow Boxing disciple clasped his fists and looked at Yan Weiwei who was coming on the stage.

"White Eyebrow Fist, Lu Ping!"

"Tan legs, Yan Weiwei!"

Yan Weiwei played for the first time today. She stood with unsteady steps and stared at the shoulders and elbows of the person opposite her. She had an aura of calm response.

Then Lu Ping made a starting posture with his knees bent and his waist lowered.

Seeing that Yan Weiwei had no intention of attacking, she stepped forward directly and said, "I'm sorry!"

When he came closer, his body suddenly speeded up, his thumb and index finger clasped together into a phoenix eye shape, his knuckles exerted force, and he punched out with a roaring wind.

"Fengyan Fist" is a special way of holding the fist of Baimei Fist.

The three fingers below the middle finger should be clasped tightly in the palm of the hand, and the index finger should be protruding. Use the bone at the base of the index finger to be in a straight line with the back of the hand, and clasp the fist tightly with the thumb to stabilize the index finger.

It is used to hit acupuncture points with extremely strong penetrating power. One punch may knock the opponent to the ground immediately.

After Yan Weiwei retreated slightly to avoid the first punch, Lu Ping kicked his right leg to the ground and spun around in a circle. Using inertia, he kicked Yan Weiwei in the head with another whip.

Yan Weiwei raised her hand to block with her forearm, and Lu Ping came at him with another hand knife, but in the middle of the attack, the horizontal slash suddenly changed to an oblique thrust, and it went straight towards Yan Weiwei's throat...

"Sister Weiwei, come on!" Xiaoyu looked nervous and clenched her little fists tightly.

The legend of White Eyebrow Boxing was created by Taoist Master Baimei of Mount Emei in Sichuan. It sounds kind-hearted, but in fact it is strong, ferocious, and highly coherent. It is a fighting boxing method that pays attention to practicality.

"Here I go, isn't this move a bit damaging?"

Meng Lang looked extremely dangerous with the eyelock and throat choke. He even felt that this punch method was a bit "vicious".

"Most of the fighting methods that focus on actual combat look very vicious, because they basically go towards the vital points of the human body."

Guiding the puzzle Hu Yifei appeared again and explained to Meng Lang beside him.

"Modern martial arts are in decline. One is that firearms have become popular, and the other is that in peacetime, there is no need for such extremely lethal kung fu.

Even if you practice it, would you dare to use it in a legal society? Maybe just go in.

The skill of slaying dragons is in vain, but if the dragon is gone, it will be in vain. "

"Yeah!" Meng Lang nodded clearly.

In fact, modern fighting events, such as boxing and Sanda, although there is a certain degree of confrontation, under various restrictive rules, they have become purely a place to compete in physical fitness, greatly weakening the impact of skills on victory or defeat.

If such a destructive trick can be used, then there will be no need to distinguish between "lightweight" players and "heavyweight" players, and everyone will be brought back to a relatively fair starting point...

Ordinary people always hate that iron cannot become steel, and always want to fight against counterfeiting in the martial arts circle. However, when they see such a practical move, it is estimated that not many people can accept it.

If someone in the video uses a move like "Millennium Killing" that can cause psychological shadow on humans, the barrage will probably be directly submerged by "shameless", "obscene" and "despicable".

Um! From visual inspection, the more expert you are, the more miserable you will be when you are exposed online...

In contrast, the "Lightning Five Continuous Whip", a health-preserving trick for treating hand and foot cramps, is more in line with the needs of modern society.

"But these Twelve Road Tan Legs look quite friendly?" Meng Lang asked doubtfully.

Having fought with Yan Weiwei before, he didn't have such a vicious feeling.

"Haha! Brother Meng, do you know that we, the Twelve-Tier Tan Kicks, generally don't make any moves, and what is the special skill that will definitely kill you?" Hu Yifei looked at him strangely and lowered his voice.

"What is it?"

"Tick up your vaginal legs."

rash:"……"

Should I thank Yan Weiwei for not flirting last time?

"boom!"

As the two of them talked, the outcome on the field was already decided.

The White Eyebrow Fist disciple named Lu Ping fell heavily to the ground, clutching his stomach with a look of pain on his face.

"Concession!" Yan Weiwei retracted her fist, cupped her fist and saluted.

Looking at her calm look, it was obvious that there was a big gap in strength between the two parties.

"You...why don't you use your legs?" Lu Ping fell to the ground and said a little depressed.

The most threatening part of the Twelve-Way Tan Kick is the explosive kick, which is very sudden and impactful.

But I guarded against your kick for a long time, and ended up hitting me more than a dozen times. You didn't even lift your feet, and finally you killed me with your fists?

This makes losing a bit frustrating.

"It's true or false, who said I would definitely get a leg?" Yan Weiwei raised her arrogant little chin.

"Weiwei! Don't be rude!" Yan Feng laughed heartily, but he still had to save face.

"Haha! Master Yan, it turns out that the tiger father has no dog daughter, we are willing to be the losers."

With a wry smile on his face, Wang Lang clasped his fists and admitted defeat.

Although there are still disciples in his "climbing team" who have not played.

However, the eldest disciple was beaten so hard that he couldn't play. The second disciple couldn't even force out his kick just now, so the rest of the fight was basically in vain.

Rather than doing useless work, it is better for the disciples to recharge their batteries and wait for the next climber.

If you want to climb higher, you have to pick out the soft persimmons. This is also one of the strategies that the mountaineering team must consider.

"Since both parties have no objections, I declare that Twelve Road Tan Legs will win this competition!

Master Yan, would you like to ‘defend the mountain’ or continue ‘climbing the mountain’? "

The staff member accompanying the team asked.

"Keep climbing!"

After Yan Feng answered, he said goodbye to Wang Lang and his entourage, and led everyone to continue climbing the mountain.

"What are mountain guarding and mountain climbing?" Meng Lang followed and asked in confusion.

Hu Yifei was not impatient at all and explained with a smile.

“It’s like this, there are arenas at regular intervals on this mountain.

Every time they go to an arena, the Mountaineers must fight, and after every contest, the winner has two choices.

The so-called ‘climbing’ naturally means to strive upwards and challenge yourself towards a higher ranking.

The so-called "guarding the mountain" means that if you realize that your physical strength or strength is not enough to continue climbing, you can stay in the current arena and wait for the challenge of subsequent climbers.

As for the original 'mountain defender', as the loser, they can only choose to go down the mountain, or challenge again after an hour's rest period.

As long as they win one more game, the original 'guardians' can also choose to continue 'climbing'.

In short, the general rule is to try to maintain the current ranking, and then choose the opportunity to challenge to a higher arena based on your own strength. "

"Oh! So every climber, no matter whether he arrives early or late, must compete in each arena once before he can reach the top?"

“Yes, the one who climbs the mountain first does not necessarily have an advantage, because they still have to defend themselves and are constantly challenged by other climbers.

The later ones also have disadvantages, because the time limit is only until the sun sets. If the competition is delayed for too long, you won't even be able to reach the top of the mountain. "

"I see."

After everyone continued to climb up and was a little far away from the previous arena, Yan Feng said in a deep voice.

"Weiwei! You were so rude just now!

Although we are stronger, no matter what, you shouldn't be unable to move a leg, so you don't save face for others. This means that Master Wang on the other side is generous and doesn't care. "

Um! Although his favorability score was negative, Meng Lang still nodded in his heart and agreed with Yan Feng's etiquette education.

Why don't you call me Tan Leg, but you can't show off your legs... This is really a bit insulting.

"I didn't do anything, but who said I didn't save face for others?" Yan Weiwei looked plausibly.

"Still quibbling! Why did you stay?"

"Didn't I ask him to punch me again?"

"Well……"

Everyone was speechless.

But after thinking about it, well...it's really a shame to kill the opponent without one move...

The corner of Yan Feng's mouth twitched. Facing this high-level Versailles, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only say helplessly.

"Then why don't you give me a kick?"

"No, my legs haven't returned to their peak condition yet. I have to recharge my batteries to deal with stronger opponents!" Yan Weiwei shook her head.

"Not restored to peak condition? What do you mean?" Yan Feng was stunned for a moment.

Of course Yan Weiwei would not explain to Yan Feng in detail how she jumped from a height of 60 meters yesterday ninety-nine and eighty-one times.

He waved his hands impatiently and said, "It's nothing, it's just that the game yesterday was too exciting and my legs are weak."

"Well……"

Hearing these words of tiger and wolf, Yan Feng understood something instantly.

He turned around and glared angrily at Meng Lang behind him!

"I……"

Meng Lang was stunned. There were so many people, why were they staring at me again?

She wrote the secret book herself and practiced it until her legs became weak.

I just deliver the express, what does it have to do with me?

Faced with such an "indiscriminate" Yan Feng, Meng Lang was thinking.

At this time, should I pretend not to see it and enjoy the scenery? Or give him an awkward yet polite smile?

Logically speaking, I should smile.

After all, I am partly responsible for Yan Weiwei's weak legs.

But with Yan Feng holding back and retreating, and the completely distorted setting of the rise and fall of his favorability, he should... at this time...

He widened his big eyes with a 24mm wheelbase.

Stared back!

Everyone: "..."