Chapter 9 Interview

In the yard, a breeze blew, raising a yellow fallen leaves in late autumn. The sky in the winter moon in the capital was already cool, and the pedestrians on the road were slightly afraid of the cold had already put on cotton coats.

However, the two people standing in the yard were wearing black training uniforms and stood opposite each other.

The cool wind blew on the two of them without any impact on them. They just stood quietly and looked at each other.

The young man among the two, at the age of twenty, stood there like a straight pine tree, steady and relaxed. The young man had a faint smile on his face, and some vicissitudes that drifted through his eyes flashed by.

The wind raises the young man's long hair, showing the chic on the young man's body to the fullest.

Another person, looking at the age of forty, was the most eye-catching thing about the young man's erect beard on his lips and his majestic body, like an iron tower. At first glance, it looked like an old man, but if you look at his face, you will find that he is very handsome and his eyes are also elegant.

The two people standing against each other are going to compete with Zhang Yuan and Qiao Hansheng.

Through memory, Zhang Yuan knew that the condition of this body was enviable and his qualifications to practice martial arts were very good. The old man didn't praise his predecessors during his lifetime. The most he praised was his qualifications to practice martial arts.

Every time my predecessor heard this, he would be complacent and finally recognized by the old man. However, looking at his predecessor's proud appearance, the old man would snort coldly and say: "No matter how good the qualifications of martial arts are, if you don't work harder and work hard, you will be a reckless man at most."

The attack is the attack, and the qualifications of the predecessor to practice martial arts are really not said. No matter where they go, they have never lost the competition between their peers. The power of the three-cannon fist and the power of the body to fight, are the best among the younger generation.

However, in my memory, my predecessor always loses more and wins less when he competes with Qiao Hansheng in front of me. Qiao Hansheng's Yue family's free move is not inferior to the three-cannon money in terms of power, and he is even stronger in terms of explosive power.

However, the Yue family's free moves are not without flaws. There are long and short. The principle that has not changed since ancient times. Behind the extreme power and explosive power is that the breath is not long enough and cannot fight a protracted battle.

Therefore, when my predecessor was always flexibly like a monkey when he was fighting with Qiao Hansheng, trying his best to avoid Qiao Hansheng's edge, and if he defended and dodged for a stick of incense, Qiao Hansheng's attack will be much smaller. At this time, he will have a chance to win the competition.

However, Zhang Yuan's situation at this time was different than his predecessor.

Perhaps because of time travel, Zhang Yuan could clearly feel that this body had to be stronger in his memory, whether in terms of strength, flexibility or breath, it was not a little stronger than before time travel. He just took this opportunity to verify it.

Although Zhang Yuan in his previous life had never fought with anyone, he was not panicked with the memory of this life. Moreover, in his memory, Qiao Hansheng's attack routine was only a few sets of combination punches.

Although it is not small, it can dodge more after being prepared.

"Are you ready?" Qiao Hansheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at Zhang Yuan, clenched his fists and placed them three feet in front of his jaw and nose, holding his chest and abdomen, and retreating his right leg, looking a standard Yuejia long-handed starting style.

The elegance in the eyes slowly disappeared, and followed by a kind of steely will.

Zhang Yuan looked at Qiao Hansheng's transformation, with his left foot in front of his right leg bent slightly, his left hand stood in front of his eyes with his palm, his right hand held in front of his chest with a fist, and his whole body was tight, like a pressed spring, waiting for force to be exerted at any time.

This is the starting hand of the three-pao fist. The hand with the palm is to interfere with the guard, while the hand with the fist is ready to give a fatal blow at any time.

As for the slightly bent legs, they are even more powerful and are rooted tightly on the ground. If one foot is off the ground, the one running towards must be the enemy's body.

"Okay." Zhang Yuan's tone was solemn, and he stared at Qiao Hansheng who was like a lion.

"Come on! Get it!" Qiao Hansheng said, and his whole body rushed like Zhang Yuan like a sharp arrow. He kicked forward with his left leg, giving him a strong acceleration. His left fist protected his jaw, and his right fist was like a spear like Zhang Yuan stabbed him.

Zhang Yuan's eyelids twitched. He didn't expect that Qiao Hansheng would say that he would not be moral at all. However, he was surprised that Zhang Yuan's movements did not stop. He pushed his right palm forward, and his body did not retreat but advanced. He swept his right palm left and right, just interfering with Qiao Hansheng's right fist and removing the force from above.

Then, Zhang Yuan's left fist was not idle. He pushed forward and exerted force from his waist. The waist pushed the power of his shoulders, and then pushed the power of his arm. He punched the heavy artillery punch with an unstoppable left hand, and the target pointed directly at Qiao Hansheng's right shoulder.

Originally, this punch was to greet the enemy's face, but after all, it was a competition. You had to leave some force on your hands and not attack the vital points.

Three Cannons Zhang Yuan tempered his fist, legs and waist into three cannons three years ago. His skills in exerting force have been perfected, and the rest is nothing more than practical experience and hard work.

Now three years later, Zhang Yuan's body is getting better and stronger, and his strength and breath are getting stronger. Coupled with the suspected cleaning of the body brought by time travel, the already strong body has been taken to the next level. Therefore, if the power of the cannon in his hand falls firmly on Qiao Hansheng, the power can be imagined.

When Qiao Hansheng saw this punch, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Based on his understanding of the progress of Zhang Yuan's three-pawn punch, even if Zhang Yuan hits him, it will not hurt much. Qiao Hansheng has blind confidence in his body's defense.

I have been working hard for the Yue family since I was a child. I have been practicing hard for more than 30 years. My body has been thoroughly thirty years old. The skin is like steel and its defense is amazing.

So Qiao Hansheng didn't care about Zhang Yuan's punch at all.

Moreover, he knew that he could take Zhang Yuan's punch, but Zhang Yuan could not take his fist!

The power of the Yue family's heavy punches was changed. Who in the world didn't hear it? Even after the first time he had a fight with Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan, who didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, almost burst into tears after being hit by a heavy punch of about six points.

Therefore, the Yue family’s heavy punches are hard to avoid, let alone taking action?

Qiao Hansheng ignored Zhang Yuan's fist that was about to hit him, and quickly accelerated. He swung out the back of his left hand like a bullet, like a shooting star falling to the ground. As he swung his fist, a hint of doubt flashed in Qiao Hansheng's eyes.

Why is Zhang Yuan different from before? How dare Zhang Yuan fight with him before? Didn’t he force him to fight hard? Did he keep dodging?

Zhang Yuan's eyes were getting more and more serious. He didn't expect that this time the two of them would decide the outcome with one punch??

I was talking very slowly, and I heard a "bang!" sound, and then another "bang!"

"Fuck!"
Chapter completed!