After a set of punches, he actually gave him a natural, smooth and wonderful kick. It was really crazy.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Wu Dong in disbelief, who had just stood up and was still in a state of embarrassment, and exclaimed: "You kid can do it. It seems that you are already proficient in a set of punches, and you even have such brilliant ideas."

There’s a sign!”

"Haha, Master Yan is joking!"

He moved his body, and a crackling sound of joints was heard. Wu Dong said distressedly: "I only know this complete set of boxing techniques, and I practice them every day when I have time, but it's a pity that my combat effectiveness is not very good!"

"You boy!"

Yan Zhendong believed this nonsense and angrily laughed and scolded: "You are quite profound in this boxing technique alone. The reason why you feel that your fighting power is not enough is because you are young and your body bones have not fully grown yet!"

Having said this, I couldn't help but make a point: "When your kid fully matures, as long as this boxing technique still maintains its current level, you will definitely have a place in the world!"

These words come from the bottom of my heart...

He has traveled all over the country for so many years, so he has naturally met a lot of people in the world.

It cannot be said that there are people like Wu Dong who have performed extremely well at such a young age, but they are all geniuses trained by those Jianghu sects and families.

It is quite difficult for Wu Dong, who comes from a purely wild background, to be able to practice a set of ground fists to such an extent.

As for other little beggars, obviously they don't have this chance and luck.

His body and bones are weaker than those of ordinary teenagers of the same age. This is obviously a problem caused by poor life in the past, and it needs time to nourish him.

Of course, Yan Zhendong is confident that as long as he is given a period of time, he can train a bunch of little beggars into talents, and at least get started with martial arts training.

As for Wu Dong, I haven't figured out how to give guidance at this time...

For the time being, Wu Dong doesn't need Yan Zhendong's guidance, at least until he solves the problem with the Huang family in the town, he won't have much time to concentrate on his martial arts.

Yan Zhendong did not hide anything and honestly expressed his thoughts.

Yan Zhendong did not have any negative emotions, this is as it should be.

Last night, he already knew what happened. The little beggars who couldn't destroy the temple had to run away. Isn't it nonsense to talk about focusing on practicing martial arts at this time?

Even Yan Zhendong, who was quite a traditional martial artist, wanted to take the initiative and offer to help.

It was almost the same as yesterday when Wu Dong saw Yan Zhendong in a miserable state on the street, and felt "sorrow over the death of a rabbit and a fox" in his heart.

At this time, Yan Zhendong also recognized Wu Dong's status as a warrior, and was very sympathetic to the suffering of Wu Dong and the little beggar under his command. Naturally, he also had the sentiments of "sympathizing with each other".

It's just that Wu Dong didn't take the initiative to ask for help, so he couldn't intervene rashly. However, he made a decision in his heart. If a powerful martial artist from the Huang family in the town took action, he would not stand idly by.

While eating breakfast, Yan Zhendong was shocked again.

"This, is this medicinal food?"

No matter how you say it, it can be regarded as a family origin. The Yan family of Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt has also had a glorious life, so it naturally retains some heritage.

Even though the Yan family was completely ruined at this time, Yan Zhendong still smelled a very weak medicinal aroma from the cereal porridge for breakfast.

I tasted it carefully, my face suddenly changed slightly, and I felt the warmth in my stomach, which was a clear proof that the medicinal diet was working.

At this time, the way he looked at Wu Dong was completely different.

Martial arts practice, with inheritance and without inheritance, are completely two concepts.

The inheritance includes not only martial arts moves, but also matching breathing techniques, as well as medicinal diets and medicinal bath recipes, which are all secret treasures of various sects and families.

Why do some martial arts masters become famous throughout the province or even the world at such a young age?

For example, Foshan Huang Feihong was named Yang Yuesheng at a young age, not just because his father Huang Qiying was one of the famous "Ten Tigers of Guangdong" in the south.

Another example is more obvious, that is Tai Chi master Yang Luchan.

He was named Yang Tianxia when he was just in his early twenties. In addition to his excellent talent in martial arts, the most important thing is that they all have inheritance.

Huang Feihong is an authentic disciple of Hongquan, and Yang Luchan even received the true inheritance in Chenjiagou, the hometown of Tai Chi.

It is Yan Zhendong himself. In order to hone his ancestral skills of the Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt, he used medicinal diets and medicinal baths to supplement his health when he was a child. The entire Yan family even spent all their wealth on him.

It is precisely because of this that he is so sensitive to medicinal foods.

"Exactly!"

Wu Dong chuckled and explained in a low voice while drinking porridge: "Among the beggar brothers I have followed before, there are many who have inherited martial arts. I have learned boxing skills from them, as well as basic medicine. At least it is not a problem to identify the ingredients and prepare simple prescriptions!

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"In addition, the medicinal porridge recipe we drank was left behind by one of the brothers. He said it is not very precious and can basically be prepared by senior doctors in the pharmacy!"

Yan Zhendong nodded slightly. Although Wu Dong's reason was a bit far-fetched, it was not a lie. Such a thing could indeed happen.

While drinking herbal porridge, he asked casually: "So, in addition to knowing martial arts moves, you should also have learned the corresponding breathing and internal refining methods, right?"

"Yes, my brother who taught me the Difang Quan also taught me a set of breathing techniques, but the effect is not obvious!"

After drinking the medicinal and multigrain porridge in one gulp, Wu Dong directly explained and demonstrated the breathing method he had learned from the outer gate of Evil Tiger Village in his previous life.

Yan Zhendong was completely relieved now. The breathing method explained by Wu Dong was very simple. It was obviously used to coordinate with the training of external kung fu. He saw the clues at a glance.

"This set of breathing techniques must be followed when you practice!"

Since Wu Dong said so frankly, Yan Zhendong did not hide it and suggested: "If we can use the breathing method to mobilize the qi and blood in the body to follow the exercise, the effect will be even better!"

As he spoke, he also drank the medicinal porridge in one gulp, stood up and took a long breath. His whole tall body suddenly expanded, giving people a feeling as hard as steel.

"Did you see that my Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt has been able to cultivate to such an extent, and the accompanying breathing and internal refining method is also of great use!"

After saying that, he let out a long breath, and his body slowly returned to normal. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What a pity, I practice hard kung fu and not internal kung fu, otherwise..."

Otherwise, he didn't say anything, and Wu Dong didn't ask any more questions. It would be a long time in the future, and it wouldn't be too late to slowly find out Yan Zhendong's old tricks.
Chapter completed!