Chapter 343 True Transmission Hongquan 1

However, Luo Yi soon knew that nothing was impossible in this world, because Huang Biao strode to the side of the stack of white bricks, stretched out his right hand, lifted it in his dantian, then took a deep breath, suddenly shouted loudly, and his right palm slashed down. Hearing the "rattle" sound, the thirteen white bricks broke in an instant, and fell on the ground from the two raised bricks, and collapsed into a ball.

Zhang Haotian had seen Huang Biao grab the iron tool that had just been burned out of the fire with empty hands at the headquarters, so he was not too surprised. However, Zhao Jinfeng, Jiang Yang and Luo Yi had seen such a strong and hard palm technique for the first time in his life. Everyone was shocked and could not speak for a long time. After a while, they applauded and cheered.

When Huang Biao saw that everyone was shocked and admired in his eyes, he looked a little proud and said, "This is nothing. In the past ten years, I can split eighteen pieces of this kind of brick at a time. Now that I am old, my metacarpal bones are not that hard, and I can add two pieces at most."

Listening to Huang Biao's words, everyone looked at his palms and saw that the wide palm was covered with calluses, which were obviously thicker than others, especially on the palm side, which bent slightly upward, which was somewhat deformed. Naturally, it was caused by long-term hits to hard objects. If such a hand hits a person, it will definitely cause bones and tendons to be broken.

After packing up the broken bricks, everyone naturally asked questions about Huang Biao's "Iron Sand Palm". Only then did they know that practicing this "Iron Sand Palm" requires practice from around eight years old. First, insert the fried mung beans with your hands. After taking off the skin, you have to bandage them with special medicine. When a new skin grows in one or two months, you have to re-plug the mung beans, and then peel them again. There is a 12-year-old cycle to be considered successful. In this process, the eight-year-old child has grown into a teenager in his teens and needs to start practicing sand-splitting. At least a thousand times a day in the wet sand until he can be inserted.

The palm passes over the wrist, and the palm is not over the hand. This is the last and most important procedure. It is to insert iron sand in the hand and split iron sand in the hand. These iron sand must be burned on the stove. It is much more difficult to insert iron sand than mung beans. Moreover, when the skin is worn out and the blood flows, the hot iron water sticks to the hand like a thousand needles. It is difficult for ordinary people to persevere. Therefore, the masters and mediocre hands of iron sand palms take this as the boundary. If they pass this level, use unique medicines, including peeling and peeling and growing the skin nine times, even if they succeed, it is extremely rare to reach the state of opening the monument and cracking the stone.

It was getting late, and Zhao Jinfeng and others had training in the morning. After chatting for a while, they dispersed. Zhang Haotian arranged Huang Biao's accommodation, and was in the room next to Zhao Jinfeng. He was about to say goodbye and leave, but he heard him say, "Haotian, wait a moment."

Zhang Haotian turned around and said, "Uncle Biao, is there anything else?"

Huang Biao stared at him and said, "Haotian, I heard that your swordsmanship is very powerful. Can you find a place to let me see it."

Zhang Haotian knew that this person was a great martial arts expert. He had practiced his "Wang Family Sword Technique" to the point where he had reached. He could indeed use it to let him give him guidance.

So he agreed, then went to Zhao Jinfeng's room to find a machete, and walked out of the accommodation building with Huang Biao.

Walk south, go up the slope, and gradually reach the top of the mountain. There is a large area of ​​emptiness here, surrounded by woods, which is suitable for martial arts practice.

Without saying much nonsense, Zhang Haotian stood in the wilderness, made a gesture, and began to use the "Wang Family Sword Technique". From the double-strip horse pose to the Kirin formation, they all used swords. They practiced with one move. At the beginning, the machete in his hand made a "whirring" sound, but after practicing, his movements became faster and faster, but the sound of the machete became smaller and smaller. However, whenever his knife swung to the ground, it was still half a meter away, and the fallen leaves were like strong wind blowing out, rolling out several meters quickly, and then slowly landed on the ground.

The "Wang Family Sword Technique" requires that every move is powerful and heavy, so it consumes the most energy. By the time Zhang Haotian finished practicing a set of sword techniques, he was already sweating profusely.

He stopped the sword force and walked to Huang Biao and said, "Uncle Biao, how do you think of my sword technique?"

Although Huang Biao heard that his sword skills were powerful, he had never witnessed them with his own eyes. When he saw him performing them just now, he had a look of surprise in his eyes, especially when he saw the fallen leaves flying under his sword force, his eyes were even more vivid. He heard him ask himself, and he was excited and said in a row: "Good sword skills, good sword skills, Haotian, your sword skills are powerful and powerful, very practical, and his origin must be extraordinary. What's more rare is that you have already practiced the sword wind. Before the sword comes, the wind comes first, and it turns into invisible and tangible. It can definitely make the enemy feel at ease and have already won the momentum."

From the beginning of hiding at the beach, Zhang Haotian practiced his sword skills every day without any trouble. Even in his dormitory of "Tianhong Hotel", there was a special knife training room for practice from time to time. This is one of the reasons why he couldn't talk about love with women often on the phone. There were too many things he needed to do, so he could not be distracted by emotions.

Zhang Haotian trusted Huang Biao very much. He heard that he praised his sword skills and naturally did not hide them. He said, "Uncle Biao, the sword skills I learned are called 'Wang Family Knife'. They are passed down from Wang Wu, one of the top ten masters of the Qing Dynasty. I heard that it was created by his ancestors on the battlefield and are very powerful. Unfortunately, I usually have too many chores and cannot concentrate on practicing. Although I have been studying for nine years, the progress has not been great."

Huang Biao felt relieved and nodded repeatedly, "It turned out to be passed down from famous masters, no wonder it is so powerful."

Speaking of this, he looked at Zhang Haotian again and said, "Haotian, you don't have to be discouraged. Although I have never practiced sword skills, I have come into contact with some masters who practice swords. It is rare for me to exude half a meter of sword wind like you. For example, I practiced iron sand palms. I have been practicing at the age of eight and achieved a little success at the age of twenty-five. It was extremely rare for you to practice this in just nine years. It is definitely a genius. No wonder I can compete with Chai Rong's whirlwind sword. As far as I know, there are almost no one in the southern road in terms of sword techniques. Perhaps there are such masters in the north, but there are probably not many."

Zhang Haotian also knew that the north was more martial, fierce and rude than the south, brave and good at fighting. When he went to the north to fight with the Beixiong Gang and the Feiying Gang, his skills and brave and desperate nature were definitely above the southern underworld. Including Wang Wu, who left this sword technique, also came from the north. Among the top ten masters of the Qing Dynasty, northerners accounted for seven or eight out of ten, which could be said to be a place where the crouching tiger and hidden dragons were. Naturally, there were masters of swordsmanship, so he nodded immediately.

However, when talking about the north, a person suddenly appeared in Zhang Haotian's mind. It was a girl holding a long whip in her hand, tall, greasy, beautiful and proud. She was the daughter of the tiger master. Zhuo Aoshuang, whom she had disguised, had been separated for several years, but she didn't know how this beautiful and proud girl was now. Although she left a phone call at that time, she had never called and could not contact her. This girl not only gave her an excellent whip technique, but also a good player with a gun. If she had not been imprisoned, there would be no problem protecting herself. She was afraid that she would investigate her father's death and provoke the Beixiong Gang and the Feiying Gang, which would be dangerous.

There was no news about the northern underworld. It was known that the Beixiong Gang had developed more and more powerful in the hands of the young leader Chen Linglong, and was almost invincible. All the gangs of all sizes surrendered, but the specific process could not be found out, and there was no information about Zhuo Aoshuang.

Although he has the ambition to unify the underworld in the north and south, the south is still in chaos and his situation is in trouble. Naturally, he cannot take care of the north for the time being. He can only wish Zhuo Aoshuang a safe and sound.

Seeing Zhang Haotian thinking, Huang Biao said, "Haotian, do you know why I asked you to come today?"

Zhang Haotian shook his head and said, "I can't guess this."

Huang Biao smiled and said, "Have you heard of a martial art?"

Zhang Haotian hurriedly said, "What is it?"

Huang Biao spitted two words out of his mouth: "Hong Quan."

When Zhang Haotian heard this, he nodded immediately.

Of course he had heard of "Hongquan". This set of boxing was said to be created by Taizu of Song. There is a saying that "Zhao Kuangyin's thirty-two-handed decisive world". It is circulated in various provinces in the north and south. In many places, even children can make a few moves. It is even more widely spread in provinces and cities G and nearby provinces. There is a saying that "as long as there are Chinese ancestral halls, there will be lions and Hongquan." Not to mention martial arts practitioners, even ordinary people have not heard the word "Hongquan".

Seeing him nodding, Huang Biao said again: "How much do you know about Hongquan?"

Zhang Haotian thought for a while and said, "Not much, and I have watched the Hongquan performance, and I feel that it seems to be all fancy fists and has no practical value."

Huang Biao shook his head and said, "That's because you don't really understand Hongquan, and you have never met a real Hongquan master to say these words. Haotian, sit down, I think you should have a different understanding of Hongquan."
Chapter completed!