Wang Chan moved, not only Wang Chan moved, but also heaven and earth moved.
Heaven and earth not only moved Ling, but also a Lei Yin exploded.
It’s not Lei Yin, it’s the sound of boxing.
It’s no less powerful than the martial arts practitioners with advanced skills.
Li Zhichang didn’t expect Wang Chan’s boxing to be so vast and just.
He was not stumped or dodged.
It’s also a fake blow.
It’s hard to understand and resist.
Because this punch is still too late and limited to the back, but Wang Chan punches generate first, and punches him.
Wang Chan took a step back at this moment. On a whim, he took a step back. This step is to retreat with the trend
But it just avoided Li Zhichang’s breath and hit him with a punch.
Sincerity can be known before.
Wang Chan didn’t reach this level, but he has touched it.
The life experience and spiritual cultivation of this seemingly under-20-year-old boy is not inferior to Li Zhichang’s opponent.
Wang Chan’s fist draws strange changes, like the stars are everywhere on Sunday, which is beyond words.
This is his effort to pursue the source of the river and look at the stars all the way to realize Sanshou.
The sky and stars are exhausted, but they are constantly changing according to certain laws, and the constant laws are contained in the constant changes. This is the most unspeakable mystery of the universe.
Tao Sheng Yi’s "one" is the unchangeable "one" in all things, and Wang Chan has obviously grasped this "one", which may be acquired or born to know, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
Li Zhichang didn’t find the flaw of Wang Chan’s Qi Qi either, because he not only condensed the strongest point and the weakest point, but also gave birth to subtle changes of combining rigidity with softness.
Strong and weak can be converted at any time, and it is hard to say what you want.
It seems that this moment, the past and the future are full of Wang Chan boxing shadows. There is not a moment that is not the case, not a breath, not a moment that is not the case.
Li Zhichang seems to say, "People are like Qiu Hong, and things are like spring dreams."
Suddenly, Li Zhichang seems to have returned to the time when he was drunk in Dongting, singing in Yueyang Tower and listening to Yu Di in Yellow Crane Tower, and his steps seemed to be drunk but not drunk.
This world seems to have been turned over.
I think of the world as drunk as truth.
The world is a dream, and the integration of ancient and modern times is just a pillow.
In Wang Chan’s real feeling, it seems that this punch has become a dream, and the trace is not reality. This feeling is so strong.
If it is a dream, if it is empty, then who is he and what is his meaning?
He remembered seeing the mirage figures, chariots and horses in the desert in the far west, and all kinds of stories of joys and sorrows were also interpreted.
But he knew it was false.
Then everything is so clear but still false, and what can be used to prove that everything is true now?
There is no way to prove all this.
Wang Chan gave a long sigh, and I am who I am. Things are changing, and I am still who I am. Even in my dreams, I am the most maverick.
There is no point in clinging to meaning and body.
It is also appropriate to think that a few years ago, his Tianzhu country told a bald man that the bald thing was not novel.
Wang Chan suddenly jumped out of the dream with a sway, and there was quite a kind of "no three realms, no five elements" elegance.
This kind of posture without the slightest smell of fireworks instantly got rid of Li Zhi’s permanent spiritual solution and Li Zhichang’s wonderful and unpredictable boxing.
But this can’t hide from a sword.