And he looks lazy all over.
At first glance, Zhang Mingtu even felt that the old man was like a lazy old cat.
At the same time, what stunned Zhang Mingtu was that he didn't know how to start.
He was a little hesitant to say hello rashly.
He was not really familiar with the old man. Most of the time, he felt that the old man was basking in the sun, like an old cat, without any killing power.
Another deep impression was that the old man's body was swollen with blood, and he was holding a beating heart in one hand.
At that moment, he was filled with murderous intent. He was no longer just an old cat, but a ferocious tiger.
Zhang Mingtu's heart shuddered when he thought of the old man's murderous look.
"This is the Zhang family's martial arts training ground. I think the old man is also a member of the Zhang family. He won't attack me. I just don't know how to get closer to him..."
After thinking for a while, Zhang Mingtu looked at a few young men who were still practicing the Bull Fist, and something came to his mind.
He simply chose a corner, but it happened to be not far in front of the one-armed old man, so the old man could see his movements clearly.
Since the old man is a top figure, he can take down so many robbers by himself.
I think he knows a lot about boxing, so I'll practice a few moves in front of him and then find a chance to talk to him afterwards.
If the old man is willing to give me some advice, then I will just take advantage of the opportunity. Even if I don't become your disciple, at least I will have a relationship with him.
If they are unwilling to give me some advice, at least you will be familiar with each other. After a few visits, you will be able to establish some relationship.
Thinking of this, Zhang Mingtu went ahead and did it.
In the afternoon, coach Zhang Jiye had already explained the main essence of the Mangniu Daliquan.
After that, you will practice and master it section by section and level by level.
It was only a short time ago, but Zhang Mingtu still remembered it very clearly.
He used unfamiliar steps to perform the first move of the Bull Demon Step on the Ground, but halfway through, Zhang Mingtu felt that something was not right.
He spread his feet more than an inch apart than his coach had corrected him to.
If he were in the martial arts arena, he would be scolded and corrected by the coach, but Zhang Mingtu inexplicably felt that this pace was the correct one.
And before he could think of any more things, his body started moving before his thoughts did.
After completing a set of punches which seemed a bit awkward, Zhang Mingtu paused and performed another set. This set was much smoother and faster than the previous one.
And as he moved, a blue bull roaring and stomping on the ground suddenly appeared in his mind.
The wild bull appeared in his mind in every detail, even every hair on its body was clear.
Following Zhang Mingtu's movements, the bull also stepped on the ground, pushed its horns, and twisted its body. The huge muscles on the bull's body were jumping and the strength was circulating, exactly the same as what the coach Xiatian taught, and even more detailed.
Zhang Mingtu was fascinated for a moment, and kept performing punches, one punch after another, over and over again.
I don't know when, but suddenly a low tiger roar sounded in my ears.
Zhang Mingtu's body shook, and an inexplicable sense of boundless fear arose in his heart.
His muscles were tense and his hairs were standing on end, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
The wild bull in his mind also shook its body, and its skin, bones and muscles all tightened, and its entire body seemed to have shrunk.
But the bull did not try to escape. Instead, it let out a dull roar, lowered its waist and raised its horns, and rushed forward suddenly.
Bang!
Amidst the dull roar of the tiger, the huge tiger stirred up a strong wind and pressed down the Bull Demon with a single palm.
Zhang Mingtu, whose mind was stored in his body, trembled, and saw a smiling one-armed old man standing in front of him.
The old man held his fist with one hand and said with a smile: "Boy, this punch is well practiced!"
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