After the tough encounter just now, the old man already knew Wu Jinhuan's strength. Now he saw him punching straightly, and his figure flashed to the back of Wu Jinhuan like a ghost. At the same time, his palms pushed forward.

The old man's body technique was extremely fast, Wu Jinhuan did not see his movements clearly, but after all, he was well-experienced in the battlefield. Without thinking, he kicked the back.

Wu Jinhuan's response was obviously beyond the expectation of the old man. He couldn't help but whispered secretly: how strange, and pulled back.

After the two separated, the old man looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What is your trick?"

Wu Jinhuan slightly hooked his mouth and said, "This move called 'I am a thousand dead, and you are injured eight hundred'. You can injure me in the back, and I can also make you die without descendants."

The old man was amused by his words and gestured again, saying, "Young man, come again!"

The two fought a few more rounds, all at one touch. Wu Jinhuan was testing the old man, and the old man was also testing him.

After several rounds, Wu Jinhuan could feel that the old man's body skill, or his footwork, was very strange, fast and dexterous.

In the same way, Wu Jinhuan's skill also shocked the old man. He never expected that this young boy who looked fat and gruff with his featureless appearance, was vigorous and supple. If it was not because he was young, and not strong enough, he would be really hard to deal with him.

No wonder this little guy had a crazy tone, he indeed had a bit of arrogant capital.

After a few more rounds, Wu Jinhuan's physical strength gradually began to fail to keep up. He took a deep breath, and this time became a step by step gradually approaching the old man.

The distance between the two was less than half a meter, Wu Jinhuan suddenly took move and kicked. This foot was both a real move and a false move. If he could hit the opponent, it was a real move. If he missed the opponent, he would have the next move.

He thought that the old man would use his body skill to dodge as before, but the old man stood still and did not move at all. When Wu Jinhuan's feet had kicked the lower abdomen of the old man, when he touched his clothes, the old man suddenly abdomen in.

Wu Jinhuan still hit him with this foot, but he didn't feel like he was hitting a person, but more like an airbag.

He hadn't reacted to it yet. Suddenly, a powerful force burst from the old man's lower abdomen. Wu Jinhuan felt numb on the soles of his feet. He jumped two steps back on one leg, and finally couldn't control himself and sit on the ground.

What the hell?

He didn't get up immediately after sitting on the ground, looking up at the old man in surprise.

The old man exhaled, looked at him with a smile, and asked, "How is it? Boy, did you admit be defeated?"

Wu Jinhuan stared at the lower abdomen of the old man for a while, and slowly stood up from the ground, patted his pants, and did not say anything, turned around and left.

"Hey, why are you leaving?"

"I won't fight you."

"Scared?"

"Humph!" Wu Jinhuan grunted.

Most of his moves were used to kill people, such as locking throat, digging eyes, below the belt, etc. If it was only a competition, he couldn't even show 30% of his strength, which was too unfair, and there was no necessary to continue the comparison.

"Hey, it seems that you are still not convinced."

"Of course not."

"Then we continue."

"No need." Just for comparison, if you were killed, I had to pay my life, not worth it.

The old man rolled his eyes and asked, "Boy, don't you want to know how I just knocked you down?"

Wu Jinhuan muttered: "Who knows what are hidden in your clothes."

The old man lifted the lapel upwards to reveal the vest inside, and then lifted the vest up again to reveal the belly with a distinct abdominal muscle. He patted with a smile and said, "Nothing."

Wu Jinhuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man, then looked at his belly and fell into contemplation.

He didn't know how long had past, the old man suddenly said, "Internal energy."

"What?"

"Kung Fu is about energy, and there are three types of energy, external energy, internal energy, and transferred energy. Breaking big stones in the chest and breaking bricks with one palm all use external energy. Keep your upper body, while the strength has not been used out, and you need to match your body when you generate power. Young man, the moves you just made all used external energy."

Wu Jinhuan pondered for a moment and said, "So, do you mean that internal energy is above external energy?"

"Practicing Kong Fu is a step-by-step process. At the beginning, all are practicing external energy. When you reach a certain level, the next to practice is naturally internal energy. The stage of practicing internal energy can transfer the all clumsy strength, and the whole body can put forth the strength. It seems that it is standing still like a mountain, actually the whole body is full of energy, ready to go, no trace. This is internal energy. "

Wu Jinhuan listened and pondered in his heart, and asked, "Just like you did just now?"

"Yes, I used internal energy just now."

"So what about the transferred energy?" Wu Jinhuan asked curiously.

"It is unspeakable, unspeakable." The old man shook his head again and again.

Wu Jinhuan pouted and said, "If you don't say it, just forget it."

He turned around and was about to leave, and the old man asked, "Do you want to learn?"

"Will you teach me?"

The old man rubbed his chin, deliberately looking Wu Jinhuan up and down with a scrutiny, and said, "I think your qualifications are OK, I can consider it."

It wasn't that he was deliberately pretentious, it was because that the people who wanted to worship him as a teacher were plenty, let him take the initiative to accept the disciple, he really was a little embarrassed to do so.

"Then you first talk about what is the transferred energy."

The old man said seriously: "Learning martial arts never has a shortcut, and there has never been a crash course. At what stage of practice, you will learn kung Fu at this stage. When you have practiced a higher level, it will naturally come to fruition. It is harmful for you to teach you higher martial arts in advance. First of all, you can't understand it, and secondly, it's easy to misunderstand and go astray, then all the previous efforts wasted."

Wu Jinhuan didn't know whether he was right or wrong, but the old man was sincere when he said this.

He rolled his eyes and said, "You can teach me, but let me speak frankly. I don't have tuition for you."

When the old man heard this, his nose was almost crooked, and he said angrily: "Boy, do you think I'm begging you to learn?"

Wu Jinhuan shrugged and said, "A storm may arise from a clear sky, and man's fate is as uncertain as the weather."

"Boy, what do you mean?"

"Life is fragile, one person, maybe one day, he will die at any time."

"You curse me?" The old man's eyes widened.

"I didn't curse you. I mean in case, in case one day, it's a pity that you, with such a external energy, internal energy, and transferred energy, are brought into the coffin."

The old man snorted and said, "I have lots of disciples."

Wu Jinhuan asked: "How many of them have practiced internal energy? And how many have practiced transferred energy?"

The old man said nothing, staring at Wu Jinhuan.

After holding it for a while, he grumbled: "At five o'clock tomorrow morning, you come here to practice twist, spin, walk and turn with me."

"What turn?" Wu Jinhuan had only heard the Dance Opera, he never heard any twist and turn.

"Twist, spin, walk and turn!" Said the old man, one word at a time.

"Don't you teach me to practice internal energy?"

"Strength depends on just one breath, practice twist, spin, walk and turn is to practice the body movement, and at the same time practice the qi, do you understand?"

"understood."

"Oh, what's your name?"

"Wu Jinhuan."

"Well, Huan, remember five o'clock tomorrow morning. I don't like people being late."

Wu Jinhuan was almost choked by his spittle, secretly said in his heart: "do you know my little mother?"

"You haven't said your name yet?"

"Chen Jiadong." The old man withdrew a business card from his chest pocket and handed it to Wu Jinhuan, saying, "You are not my disciple now, and you are not allowed to swagger through the city using my name. Otherwise, I will never forgive you. "

Wu Jinhuan took over the business card and looked down. The business card was exquisite and the content was very simple. There was only Chen Jiadong's name and a series of phone numbers, and no other titles or descriptions.

He casually stuffed the business card into his pocket and said, "Relax, I have never depended on anyone, nor have I ever counted on anyone, I only rely on myself." After he finished speaking, he waved to the old man, and turned away.

Looking at Wu Jinhuan's back went far gradually, the old man smiled and whispered, "This kid is more proud than me."

There was certainly reason why Chen Jiadong was willing to choose Wu Jinhuan.

Wu Jinhuan wasa only seventeen years old, but his skills were not what a seventeen-year-old could possess. Even if he started to practice in his mother's womb, it was impossible to practice to such a degree. This only showed that he was talented.

Of course, Chen Jiadong would never have thought that although Wu Jinhuan was 17 years old, he was actually a mercenary and killer who had passed forty years and experienced numerous baptisms of life and death.

The next day, Wu Jinhuan got up earlier, and he finished washing before four o'clock in the morning, and then he left home.

It was still dark at this time. He came to the park and there was no one in it. Like yesterday, he first ran around the park three circles.

Until five o'clock, he went to Chen Jiadong sweaty.

Seeing Wu Jinhuan, the old man looked at the sky subconsciously and mumbled, "It didn't rain!"

Wu Jinhuan rolled his eyes.

"You fell into the river?"

"Is there a river within ten miles?"

"Then why are you wet..."

"Sweating, I just ran around the park three times."

"You just run for three circles. Your physical fitness is too bad." The old man was disgusted.

He said so in his mouth, but he nodded secretly in his heart. Master taught his apprentices, he was not afraid of apprentices being stupid, or lack of talent, he was afraid of apprentices being lazy.

Even if a lazy man practiced martial arts for the whole life, he couldn't achieve any accomplishment.

"What do you do around the park?"

"Lose weight."

The old man rejoiced and patted Wu Jinhuan's shoulder and said, "It is better to practice twist, spin, walk and turn if you have spare time, I'm sure that you can lose weight more quickly."

The so-called twist, spin, walk and turn was to go around the tree stump according to the footwork of Eight Diagrams Palm.

It seemed simple, but it was not. It required years of hard work before it could be used easily in actual combat.

The footwork of Eight Diagrams Palm emphasized 'walking like wading muddy ground, turning like grinding', which not only practiced Qi, but also practiced tenacity and body movement.

Wu Jinhuan's talent was indeed very high, in other words, his foundation was so good. The old man only practiced the footwork twice, and he remembered the general, that he could follow the old man's skills in a tangible manner.

The old man was also secretly observing Wu Jinhuan, but the more he looked at him, the more he sighed secretly. Comparisons were odious!

Those of his disciples, when they first practiced twist, spin, walk and turn, everyone was practiced for a few days, and they would still occasionally be tripped by their feet and fell on their backs, even for him when he first started to practice it, he had took a long time to adjust.

But Wu Jinhuan only practiced a few minutes, and he could already follow him.

Meeting such a disciple was both a blessing and a misfortune.

How to say, even if such a disciple was taught well, as a master, there would not be much sense of accomplishment, as if all this was a matter of course and was well-reasoned.

Later, Chen Jiadong also told Wu Jinhuan that learning martial arts relied largely on savvy. If the savvy was not enough, even if you tried very hard, it would be very difficult to achieve too many achievements. However, if you had a high savvy, but you didn't want to work hard, it is impossible to succeed as well. If you wanted to succeed in learning, in addition to talent, you had to work hard several times more than others...

Chen Jiadong talked a lot, and finally Wu Jinhuan helped him sum up: The secret of success was 1% wisdom and 99% hard work. But the secret of success would never tell you that in fact, this 99% of the efforts were not as important as the one percent wisdom.

After listening to Wu Jinhuan, Chen Jiadong slapped his thighs and smiled: "I said that you are talented, you summed up well, so young can have this kind of consciousness, not easy!"

After hearing that, Wu Jinhuan blushed a little. This was actually his 40 years of experience!