When Li Haoran left Chongyang Palace, he saw dozens of disciples in strange positions, and they were obviously touched by someone. Next to him was an old man with white beard and white hair. He smiled and was working hard to deal with the Quanzhen disciples and put them in various positions.

The old man was sloppy, with a white beard on his face, only a pair of shining eyes, containing a playful and innocent look. The old man sometimes laughed, sometimes hugged his head and thought hard, frowned and pouted, and occasionally scratched his ears and heads, making his heart unbearable.

When Quanzhen's sixth son saw the old man, he was immediately overjoyed and said one after another: "Disciple has met Uncle Zhou."

The old man jumped over with a smile, pulled Ma Yu's beard and said with a smile: "Good kids, don't be polite. I haven't seen you for a few years, you have all grown up."

Quanzhen Liuzi was so amused that they were gray-haired and were actually called good kids by him, but they were not as happy as they were, so how could they care about these things?

Zhou Botong said in shock, tilted his head, with a strange expression, and looked at Li Haoran with a long time of winking, making a sound, and he kept circling around him. Suddenly, he smiled happily: "Xiao Niu Nose, whose apprentice are you? Qiu Chuji, this little mao cannot teach such a powerful disciple."

Seeing that he had misunderstood that he was a disciple of Quanzhen, Li Haoran couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you Guo Jing's eldest brother Zhou Botong?"

Zhou Botong said happily: "You know that stupid boy too? That stupid boy is not fun to be like a wood. Haha, your baby is a bit weird, introverted, and has no true energy. It looks like the Nine Yin True Sutra, and is stronger than the Nine Yin True Sutra. Hey, how do you know that I am Zhou Botong? Haha, it was Guo Jing who told you. I like you, you are very fond of you. Why don't we give me some advice?"

Li Haoran looked embarrassed at Quanzhen Liuzi, laughed out loud and said, "It's okay to worship me, but if your martial arts skills are not good, I won't worship you."

Zhou Botong jumped up, laughed and said, "You kid want to fight? I like it." After that, he punched Li Haoran, his boxing was ethereal and empty, as if he was not used to hit people.

Li Haoran could not have thought that he would fight as soon as he said that, took Lingbo's microstep and sideways to avoid it.

Zhou Botong was surprised and punched one after another. His moves seemed to be there or not, soft as soft, as empty as shadow, and lost as touch, and then resurrected immediately, which was extremely exquisite.

If Li Haoran had not had his body speed and had flashed like lightning, he would have been punched several times. Seeing that he had hit his left fist, he would have used a move of "Lang Bi Shi Tai" in Tai Chi, and his right foot was solid and his left foot was weak. He used the word "squeezing" technique, sticking to it, and his right palm had already put his left wrist on his left wrist and released horizontal force.

Zhou Botong couldn't help but rush forward, and took two steps, and stood still. Seeing this scene, the sixth son of Quanzhen was shocked in unison. Unexpectedly, Li Haoran's fingering technique was so powerful, and even his master's ability lost one move.

Zhou Botong was so crazy about martial arts. After squeezing him like this, the thousands of kilograms of strength in his punch seemed to have penetrated into the vast ocean, without a trace, silently, but his body was moved by his fist force. He was shocked and was extremely happy again, as if a drunkard smelled the most mellow wine in the world. He attacked quickly, and his arm shadow swayed, as if dozens of arms and dozens of fists were hit at the same time.

When Quanzhen Liuzi saw his stormy attack, they all admired him: "No wonder such a master like Edongxie Huang Yaoshi also admired his uncle." They knew that his uncle was kind-hearted and innocent, so they would definitely not hurt others, and they were not afraid of Li Haoran.

Li Haoran focused his mind against the enemy, and his heart was not surprised. His moves were all Tai Chi's moves. The moves in his hand were like flowing clouds and flowing water, as if they were picked up at will, and as if they were natural. Each move seemed slow and fast, as if they were simple, but in fact they were clever and clumsy.

"Seventy-two Ways Kongming Fist" is the most soft boxing technique in the world. It is both Taoist martial arts. Zhou Botong practiced hard in the cave on Taohua Island for more than ten years, and suddenly realized the wonderful idea of ​​using virtual to attack the real, and using insufficient to defeat the excess. Therefore, he created the seventy-two-hand Kongming Fist, which mainly focuses on "empt and soft".

Facing the Tai Chi that uses softness to overcome hardness and calmness to control movement, Zhou Botong is getting happier and happier as he fights. He sees his shortcomings from this method. This fight has benefited him a lot, and many of the confusions are confirmed in Tai Chi, which makes him feel enlightened.

Li Haoran's Tai Chi fist follows the state of mind, stretches for a long time, and is grand and grand, as if he contains everything in his heart.

When the six sons of Quanzhen saw these two great Taoist craftsmen, everyone was watching and completely forgot that their disciples were suffering. When they saw Li Haoran's movements were mainly made of sheds, stroking, squeezing, picking, elbows, and relying on them. In the application, they were dipping, sticking, connecting, following, and continuously, flowing through the flowing water.

At first, Quanzhen's six sons saw the two fighting each other, and their boxing skills were amazing, and they were so impressed. Later, they could no longer appreciate the wonders of the two boxing skills. Sometimes after remembering one move, they thought hard and thought for a long time before they understood it, but at that time the two had already dismantled more than ten moves. They completely turned a blind eye to how to dismantle these more than ten moves, and were shocked.

Li Haoran and Zhou Botong have a graceful posture, and their moves are round and satisfactory. However, there are differences among them. Zhou Botong has strong and whirlwinds, and there are methods of moves. The style is rigorous, the qi and blood are integrated, and the hardness and softness are combined.

Li Haoran's boxing technique is simple and smooth, with smooth movements, light and flexible, with inner hardness and softness, light and natural, like flowing clouds and water, continuous, softness and hardness, and the combination of hardness and softness shows the natural breadth and infinity.

The two of them rolled and rolled and dismantled nearly a thousand moves. Although they were extremely fierce, they were not even dangerous. The two fought equally and had no sign of defeat.

Zhou Botong jumped out of the circle with his head and face covered with sweat, and patted his palms continuously, shouting happily: "It's fun, okay, brother Guo Jing, what kind of boxing are you? It's much more powerful than my Kongming boxing. My Kongming boxing seems to be your boxing child. Whoever teaches you, whoever teaches you, I will also go and worship him as his teacher." He jumped to Li Haoran with a smile, grabbed Li Haoran's sleeve, and blinked his eyes.

Li Haoran dodged away, fearing that the terrorist would suddenly take action, so he hurriedly said, "My boxing technique is Tai Chi, I created it myself. Your boxing technique is also good! Your boxing is based on the two words "empty, soft" as the main theme, take the initiative to attack, take the initiative, and win quickly."

Zhou Botong's mouth moved, and he was so happy that he grabbed his head and scratched his head, jumped up. He smiled and said, "Good brother, you are right. This is my boxing technique." Then he looked cunning and said, curiously, "So what is your boxing technique using?"

Li Haoran pretended not to see his cunning and said to himself: "My Tai Chi includes 'empt, soft, round, closure, rotation, sticky, and live', using softness to overcome hardness, using stillness to control movement, using slow to fight fast, using force to fight force, and then attacking people."

Zhou Botong recited a few words silently, and realized something, and said happily: "Good brother, let's be your disciple, ah, no, I'll treat you as my teacher, you can pass on this set of martial arts to me. Master, disciple Zhou Botong is polite." After that, he lay on the ground and thrust his head at Li Haoran, which made Li Haoran's face turn red and he quickly dodged. He looked extremely embarrassed.

Quanzhen's sixth son was full of black lines. Although he knew that his uncle was crazy about martial arts, he never expected that he would like to worship a child who was over 60 or 70 years younger than him as his teacher, but he was extremely embarrassed.

Li Haoran took a deep breath and asked, "What kind of martial arts do you know?"

Zhou Botong thought for a while and murmured: "I know so much! What kind of Kongming Fist, the technique of two-use use of left and right fighting and distracting, Quanzhen Teaching martial arts, Nine Yin True Sutras, Ah, I also want to learn the Nine Yin True Sutras, but my senior brother didn't let me learn it, and was deceived by others."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. He looked at Quanzhen Liuzi carefully. Seeing that they were not paying attention, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thought to himself: "Senior brother created the Quanzhen school alone; Huang Laoxie is sinister, but he also created the supernatural power of the finger-blinking, the Jade Flute Sword Technique, and the Luoying Divine Sword Palm; the old poisonous figure is not very good, but he is also a genius, and his own toad skills are powerful all over the world; this little doll actually created Tai Chi, as if I had learned him, but I can't use Kongming Fist. If I don't use Kongming Fist, what will I use in the future? It's over, my old naughty boy is free and easy, and I have learned other people's martial arts skills. I have to create a set of martial arts, palm techniques, and boxing techniques that others can't create. My old naughty boy can't speak in the same day, in the same month, in the same year..."

He suddenly turned around, and Li Haoran instinctively jumped back, thinking that he was going to do something again, but he heard Zhou Botong ask Qiu Chuji: "Little Zamao, what's the difference between me and others?"

Qiu Chuji touched his nose and said, "Uncle Master, you are different from others."

Zhou Botong was very happy. He danced and looked at Li Haoran, and asked again: "Little baby, doll, do I think it's really different from others?"

Li Haoran suppressed his smile and said in a muffled voice: "Apart from martial arts, that's really different from others."

Zhou Botong suddenly felt that his face was bleak. Thinking about himself, there was indeed no great martial arts masters besides the inconspicuous seventy-two-way Kongming Fist. Although it was quite reasonable to fight with each other, there were indeed people in this world who could do this masterpiece. The "Nine Yin Scriptures" are extraordinary, and they are simply extraordinary, but that is not the martial arts he created after all, and even if he learns it, he will be invisible.

At this time, Li Haoran had seen a few signs and said, "Do you want to create a unique martial art?"

Zhou Botong exclaimed, stared at Li Haoran with a strange slightest moment, and said, "Why do you know if I think so? I'm afraid this is really a bit bad. I have not figured out a set of martial arts yet, so I can do it all. Isn't my old naughty boy not having any characteristics in martial arts again?"

He said this beyond Li Haoran's expectations. He originally wanted to inspire the old naughty boy to make up his mind to create a martial arts skills. He stayed in Zhongnan Mountain for a few years. With him in charge of Quanzhen, the pressure on Quanzhen's sixth son would be much less, and at least there would be no accidents in the destruction of the sect. However, he had so many thoughts again.

Li Haoran said helplessly: "I think you are like this, I just guessed it, but I don't know what you are thinking in your heart? I just said that I just felt that you are happy and you should be better-looking, but you are so sad that you look ugly. In my opinion, since you want to create a unique martial art, just do it according to your nature. Your playful nature and freedom may not be unable to create a set of martial arts, and it may not have nothing to do with martial arts."

Zhou Botong suddenly realized and laughed: "Yes, my name is old naughty boy. Naturally, I am playful and free, and I don't like to be restrained at all. Why can't I think of it?" He turned around in a circle and ran to Qiu Chuji, pulled his beard and shouted: "It's all this bull-nosed old man who has made me stupid."

Qiu Chuji avoided it, but could only bear the pain and smile. He didn't know what bad things he had caused today, but he actually made a fool of himself in front of his disciples one after another. He thought to himself: Now that's it, the prestige he had finally established was lost by his uncle. He secretly said that he was in trouble.

Zhou Botong said with a bull's nose on the left and a little miscellaneous hair on the right. The thief Taoist priest kept scolding. With the help of Ma Yu and others, the disciples around him had already untied the acupoints. Seeing the troublesome look of several elders, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Everyone's face turned red and their whole bodies were trembling.

Li Haoran's eyes rolled and he laughed: "If you want to laugh, just laugh it out loud, don't hurt your body."

The Quanzhen disciples couldn't bear it and all laughed. Zhou Botong looked at them for no reason, not knowing what they were laughing at. He had a rest at this time and said loudly: "Little baby, let's compete again." After saying that, he rushed up. The headless attacking general went up.
Chapter completed!