Beneath the Fist

I know that Gu Long was stabbed because he was a bit slow in writing the novel.

This name also has a martial arts label, and it feels like the protagonist will always be wearing a hat.

In modern times, no matter what you practice, as long as you know how to grasp the distance, you will have a chance to win. Where is your torso, where is the attack range of the opponent, where is your attack range, where is the opponent's body, how to hit the opponent's body within your attack range, how to avoid the opponent's attack, these things are held in your hand. In a world without extraordinary elements, you can at least exchange one for one. In real boxing, the so-called moves are just when the opponent throws a straight punch. This set of boxing skills contains the body posture of how to counter the opponent's straight punch. Using this posture, you can follow the straight punch, and then you take advantage of the situation to receive the attack. The change of one move is just that when the opponent changes the target with a straight punch, your response posture will also change accordingly. What we see every day is just a simplified and quick version of this problem-solving idea, which just looks better. So there is a person who has been practicing boxing for several years and encounters a gangster but can't beat him, because he doesn't know what kind of attack he should use in this posture, and he is stupid in practicing tricks The precious thing about Kung Fu is how to teach you to train your body, how to strengthen your body, open your hips and muscles, and how to use the strength in your body. Stand on one leg in front of the chair every day, raise one leg and keep crossing the chair to touch the ground around the chair legs. When you are tired, change your leg. Practice for a while every day, and you will be able to open your hips after a while. Just take a long stick and hang a circle on the head of the stick. Put your hands on your waist and hold the tail of the stick. Shake the stick hard with both hands to make the circle rotate. After a long time, the circle can be changed into a small circle, which can become thicker and heavier. If you want to play with guns blazing, move the ring back and place it on one-third of the stick body. Go and play.

After reading the first chapter, I feel that this book has great potential. The writing style and martial arts flavor are both full 👍. I feel inexplicably emotional. I haven't seen such a martial arts novel with a martial arts flavor in a long time. I hope there will be more and more such books in the future. I really can't stand those novice novels that are all about NPCs (but there are so many such books in the martial arts category) 🥵

After reading eighty or ninety chapters, I don't know what will happen next, but now that I have read it, I feel that this novel gives me a strong sense of separation. It seems that martial arts circles and ordinary people's society are two parallel worlds. If you are from an ancient court or even a modern era like the Republic of China, it is normal to write like this, but it is all in modern society. Okay, the country treats martial arts people as if they don't exist. Let's not talk about setting up a whole department to manage martial arts people. They beat people to death without even saying a word and signing life and death certificates. Does this kind of thing have any legal effect in modern times? In the end, there is really nothing wrong with killing people.

This is the first time I've ever posted a comment. I've read some of the comments in the first 20 chapters and I can't stand it. Can you delete them? It's really uncomfortable for someone like me who likes to read and comment at the same time. I'm breaking my gun with my bare hands. I'm still talking about reality. I haven't seen it. I haven't seen it, but under one person. I've heard it. Can you substitute it into one person without special effects?

Please don't participate in this Qidian event. It's a pure fraud. A lot of Qidian coins will be deducted. 6,800 Will be deducted in the first stage, and 20,000 will be deducted in the next stage. More will be deducted later, and the things given away are all rubbish.

It's true that every time you reach a realm, there are as many as dogs! At first I thought how awesome it was, but now it seems like I'm still a noob!

After thinking about it, I always felt that this book was a bit strange. How did it end up getting mixed up with the remnants of feudalism and the underworld? Later I figured out that times have changed. In the past, the enemy should have been the governments of various countries in the middle of the book. They started to attack wealthy families, wealthy businessmen, and high-ranking officials, and competed with major forces and firearms. These are all things that cannot be written today.

As dusk rolled over the whetstone, the rain began to fall. At first, there were two or three drops testing, and soon they connected into a line, diagonally crossing the yard, splashing fine mist on the bluestone slab. Sitting on the threshold, the whetstone was spinning in his hand - it was a plastic sword that his son had broken, and the blade had long been blunt, making a rustling and laborious sound on the stone. The rainwater flows down the eaves and forms a small stream in front of the feet. There was light flowing in the puddles, breaking into pieces of swaying silver. He stopped and looked at how the lights gathered and dispersed, and suddenly he remembered the young man in the rapeseed field who was fearless with a sword in his hand. The blade of the sword reflected the skylight and was so fast that it could cut through the wind. The sound of my wife chopping vegetables came from the kitchen, dunk, dunk, dunk. Every sound is solid and stable. The rain was getting heavier, and the tower crane at the construction site in the distance was hidden in the gray rain curtain, like a huge, silent weapon. He lowered his head and looked at the toy sword in his hand. The water droplets were crawling down along the lines of the plastic. They climbed to the sword grid and stopped for a while. Finally, they fell, creating a circle of almost invisible ripples in the stagnant water. Keep grinding, rustling, rustling. The sound of rain covered up the slight sound. Are the rivers and lakes far away? I don't know either, but every time it rains, something wakes up in my bones, like a sword buried deep in it, trembling gently in its sheath. The knife is straight. The road is curved. The rain kept falling, turning dusk into night. Standing up, the plastic sword moistened slightly in his hand. When I turned around and entered the house, the lights were on, and the room was filled with warm yellow light, like a distant inn with eternal lanterns on. All the rivers and lakes are contained in a rusty key, and all the dreams are quietly and quietly polished themselves a little bit more on this rainy night.