First, the legs are longer and the attack range is wider. In addition, the arms are on the top, and the attack is easy to be defended by the opponent when attacking, while the attack on the legs is more concealed.

What's more, the strength of the legs is much stronger than the strength of the hands."

"Attack with your legs? It seems to be a little reasonable, but I ask you, do you know why those masters attack more with their hands and fewer with their legs?" The middle-aged man still looked dissatisfied when he heard Zheng Shiyi's words.

Zheng Shiyi still had a smile on his face and explained: "I don't know which level of cultivation you call a master, but I think they must have mastered spiritual energy.

They attack with their hands because they have spiritual energy, and attack with their hands can have strong enough strength and can also cause fatal blows to the other party.

Moreover, hands are more flexible than legs. With spiritual energy, more changes can be made with hands, so they attack more with hands.

In fact, not only attack, but also defending with their hands.”

"You're not..." The middle-aged man opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but after he spoke, he found that he didn't know how to refute Zheng Shiyi for a moment.

Zheng Shiyi looked at the man who was still dissatisfied and continued, "Also, the leg skills you taught just now are not right. The whip legs are named because they are whipped like whips, and they are beaten down like whips. But kicking like you does not have much power."

Zheng Shiyi said, lifting one leg, sweeping across the front, and then saying, "Look, if you kick your legs like this, the distance between your legs is too long, so the kicking speed will be too slow.

For real whip legs, you should first lift your thighs and then quickly pull out your calves."

"Kicking people with their calf? How much strength can they have?" The middle-aged man finally found a place to refute after hearing the sound.

Zheng Shiyi sighed slightly in his heart. This person taught the children in the village to be kind, but he himself didn't understand anything, which would mislead these children instead.

"Let me say that, the strength you used to kick your legs is wrong. When you kick, your feet are raised, and if you hit this way, the strength is dispersed. The real way of kicking should be to press down the feet, just like this."

Zheng Shiyi said, kicking a wooden stake next to him gently.

As soon as the foot fell, the wooden stake swayed suddenly, and a muffled sound came from the sound. The sound rang on the road that was not as wide as it was, echoing around, sounding like it was about to kick the wooden stake off.

Zheng Shiyi finished kicking and raised his legs again, but this time he kicked his feet upwards and also kicked on the wooden stake, but the position was different from before.

Another muffled sound came out, and the sound was not small, but it sounded, without the feeling of shocking people's hearts, nor the power of the previous echo.

Zheng Shiyi finished kicking two consecutive kicks, then raised his hand and pointed at the wooden stake and said, "The power used by my two feet is the same. But after I just kicked the wooden stake, the sound from the wooden stake was louder and smaller. Obviously, the kick in front was even stronger. Also, look at the wooden stake."

Zheng Shiyi pointed to the wooden stake and a clear foot mark said, "This is the foot I proposed before."

As he said that, he pointed at the wooden stake again, and said without any trace: "This is the position I made in the second kick, and the gap is very obvious.

This is the key to the whip leg I want to talk about. When kicking out, you need to press down the attack, so that the power you kick out will be concentrated at one point.

And the method you taught before, which is the second kick I kicked out, was that all the power of the upper pick was dispersed, and it was even more impossible to talk about the power.

As long as you master the correct method, you can exert greater power. What's more, kicking like this will be faster and more difficult to defend."

The middle-aged man looked at the wooden stake, then looked at Zheng Shiyi, and nodded slightly: "What you said seems to make some sense. You seem to understand some kung fu. However, your body bones are too weak and you still need exercise. It depends on the kick you just kicked, the strength is too weak.

This wooden stake is used for children to practice martial arts, and you didn't even kick it."

Zheng Shiyi smiled and said nothing. Although he could not use his spiritual energy, he would just use his physical strength and use a little force to kick the wooden stake off, or even explode. Just now, he just tried his best to control it and kick out both feet with the minimum force.

Zheng Shiyi was laughing, and suddenly, bursts of shouts came from afar.

"Come here soon, come quickly, Zhaozhuang's people are here to grab the water source again."

"Everyone hurry up and search the guy!"

"Everything comes out, everything comes out!"

Several young men ran into the village from outside the village, shouting while running.

As everyone shouted, the old men playing chess at the village entrance shouted and ran towards their respective homes. The children who had just learned boxing and children who compiled nursery rhymes also shouted and ran towards their respective homes.

In the village, the doors of each family quickly opened, and then figures holding various "weapons" ran out.

Some villagers, some holding wooden sticks, some holding benches, some holding wooden forks, and some women, simply ran out with iron shovels for cooking.

Soon, the elderly and children who had just returned home also ran out with all kinds of strange "weapons".

Zheng Shiyi was slightly stunned. These children and the elderly also wanted to do something? They just went back to get weapons, not to hide!

Zheng Shiyi was stunned. On the side, the middle-aged man who had taught boxing before slapped Zheng Shiyi on the shoulder and shouted: "Don't look at it, no matter how you are a big man, you can't be worse than a woman at this time."

Zheng Shiyi looked at the people shouting around, looked around, and quickly picked up a brick and was about to follow everyone, but just after one step, the middle-aged man stopped him again.

"Don't take a brick."

"What's wrong? Are you saying that the brick is too small?" Zheng Shiyi looked at the man who stopped him and smiled: "It's okay, I used to use this in the fights, so it's easy to use."

"No, we all use wood as weapons, and not many use iron tools. At most, we can only cook iron shovels, which can't kill people."

The middle-aged man said, looking at Zheng Shiyi's puzzled gaze, he slapped his head and suddenly realized: "By the way, you are not from our village, you don't know.

Zhaozhuang is the closest village to hundreds of our villages. Both of our villages have always used a water source to irrigate the land. It is fine when it rains more, but when there is less rain, our villages will compete for water.

In the past, our two villages did not fight less. In fact, we had to fight a few times a year. When it rained more, we beat less and when it rained less, we beat more.

In the past, when we fought, we would take ruthless guys, sickles and hoes. Every time we fought, people would die, and some would suffer from disabilities.

Later, when our two villages found that this was not possible, they no longer used those weapons. Everyone used wooden weapons. If they fight like this, they usually won’t kill people. Whoever wins will be the water source, and they will fight until the next time."

"So that's how it is." Zheng Shiyi nodded, threw his head aside, then took the wooden stick handed over by the middle-aged man, and walked forward with the crowd.

While walking, he shouted loudly, sighing in his heart, and he didn't expect that he could still experience such a life.

This can be considered a very interesting life.

In addition to the village head, there was also a huge crowd opposite, a team of elderly people, children, men and women.

It seems that the other party, like hundreds of villages, was dispatched in the whole village.

"beat!"

I don’t know who shouted first. After the two sides met, there was no verbal conversation or clamor, and they started fighting directly.

The elderly and the elderly on both sides fight each other, and the children fight each other. As for the remaining middle-aged people fighting each other, there is no distinction between women and men.

For a moment, there were screams, shouts, and howlings resounded.

Zheng Shiyi glanced at him, but found that the two sides had no rules when fighting, and they were just fighting randomly. They saw whoever they hit!

Although they were fighting around, everyone looked very brave!

Seeing that everyone was fighting together, Zheng Shiyi was a little confused for a moment. Originally, when the two sides fought, they should have fought slightly and fought each other for a while.

But at present, except that the weapons used by both sides are wooden weapons and no sharp weapons, they look no different from fighting for life.

No wonder, both sides tacitly used wooden weapons. At this level of intensity, if they really used a sickle, a hoe, and took them once, I don’t know how many people they would take.

Forget it, find Na Niu first.

Zheng Shiyi's eyes quickly searched through the crowd, and soon, he found Na Niu's figure in the crowd.

Behind Na Niu, a man who looked thinner than other adult men raised the long stick in his hand and smashed it hard on Na Niu's back.

"Be careful!" Zheng Shiyi exclaimed and rushed forward quickly, but he was too far from Na Niu, and now he could not display his spiritual energy, so he could not save Na Niu.

He smashed it with one stick. Although it was a wooden stick, it still staggered Na Niu's body and almost fell to the ground.

Na Niu was hit by a stick, groaned, quickly turned her head, showed a fierce look on her face, and smashed it hard at the man who was sneaking behind her.

The man who was sneak attack succeeded with one attack. He thought it would be enough to knock Na Niu to the ground, but he didn't expect that Na Niu turned around so quickly and wanted to block the wooden stick that Na Niu fell down.

He smashed his head with a heavy stick.

Suddenly, bright red blood flew out of his face and the man fell to the ground with his back.

Zheng Shiyi rushed forward quickly, and had just taken two steps when he faced him, the wooden stick in a man's hand had already fallen heavily.

Zheng Shiyi made a slight mistake in his footsteps, avoiding the opponent's attack, then quickly stepped forward, approaching the opponent's side, stretching out his palm and gently pushing the opponent's body.

With a push, the man opposite immediately felt as if he was hit by an iron rod. His chest suddenly hurt and he fell to the ground, making a painful moan.
Chapter completed!