It is unnecessary to say that the work of a day is hard. Zhang Xiaohua has become accustomed to it and does not feel any fatigue. However, it is very laborious to recall the moves of Luohan Fist in her heart from morning to night.

Unfortunately, when he practiced martial arts again in the evening, the disciples who taught him that morning were speechless. Zhang Xiaohua actually forgot only six moves, and only remembered the previous six moves!

The disciple went to He Tianshu to report with resentment. This disciple couldn't teach him. No matter how stupid others were, he should have remembered this with He Tianshu's teachings for a long time. Why can't Zhang Xiaohua remember this? He had to practice, so he taught Zhang Xiaohua's Arhat Fist?

He Tianshu thought about it, gritted his teeth and said, "You teach him one more night tonight. If we change others tomorrow, I don't believe that there are four of us, so I can't teach him Arhat Fist?"

This night, the results were fruitful. After the disciple taught him seven or eight times, Zhang Xiaohua actually slapped the sixteen stances of Arhat Fist in front of He Tianshu. Everyone in the Piaomiao Sect who was watching next to him had the same thoughts: "Hard work pays off. This iron rod can be ground into a needle. The ancients did not deceive me."

When everyone was happy and with the satisfaction of being a teacher, when they went back to sleep, Zhang Xiaohua was still reviewing the whole set of Arhat Fist over and over again. Unfortunately, from the first time, Zhang Xiaohua began to forget one move after another. Poor Zhang Xiaohua was at a loss, and then she was not practicing, nor was she not practicing, but she was afraid of not remembering it if she didn't practice, but she was afraid of forgetting it after practicing, and she was in a dilemma.

Finally, I had to stance up.

It was not until late at night that I walked back into the house.

The disappointed Zhang Xiaohua didn't know that her eyes were always staring at him in the night, which was the one-armed old man Yu who had seen last night.

Early the next morning, Zhang Xiaohua's Arhat Fist once again hit the strong hearts of the Piaomiao Sect. Last night, the confidence to be a role model collapsed instantly. He Tianshu looked at Zhang Xiaohua's five and a half tricks that were still wrong, and he decisively changed another disciple. The disciple also stepped forward with a generous and righteous attitude, just about to sing the song "The wind is slight and the Yishui is cold."

The martial arts practice this day is still a replica of yesterday. He Tianshu was speechless again. He is a genius. This genius has never been seen for thousands of years. He should be the number one person in the Piaomiao Sect.

After a few days of connection, the Piaomiao Sect took turns to go up. As a result, everyone learned about Luohan Fist and had a "new" realm that had not been before. Everyone also took turns to relive the "warmness" that had just been practicing martial arts. Finally, looking at Zhang Xiaohua's five and a half moves that were not changed, He Tianshu waved his hand and swept away the last trace of expectation in his heart. The once passionate heart returned to normal again.

"I have always expected that a big pie would fall from the sky and hit my mouth. Unfortunately, I guessed the process correctly, but I didn't guess the ending correctly. The big hammer fell down, and the one hit my forehead." In the days of Huanxi Villa from then on, He Tianshu would say the most.

Disappointment is disappointment, resentment is resentment, but the tasks assigned by Ou Manor still have to be completed.

So He Tianshu changed his strategy and began to teach Zhang Xiaohua the second set of boxing techniques, Tianluo Fist. This Tianluo Fist is also a very simple boxing technique. There are twenty styles in the whole set. He will first try it, and then teach Zhang Xiaohua step by step again. Maybe it was because of the foundation of Luohan Fist. As a result, Zhang Xiaohua learned the twelve styles for the first time, which made He Tianshu's dry heart slightly raindrops. However, the next day, Zhang Xiaohua's performance completely blown He Tianshu's heart into a barren land like a tornado.

The Tianluo Fist that Zhang Xiaohua remembered was only three moves left with many mistakes except for the starting move. Moreover, these three moves are not three consecutive moves in the routine. They are actually three moves separated by the first twelve moves. I don’t know how Zhang Xiaohua connected them together, but they actually looked decent when fighting.

Then, naturally, the other three disciples took turns to fight. After a few days, the result was still only these three moves, and the mistakes were not corrected, and they were still as if they had just taught him.

He Tianshu, no, with the other three disciples, it was a complete and unlucky way to Zhang Xiaohua.

He Tianshu's strategy changed again. He no longer taught Zhang Xiaohua the same set of boxing skills, but asked three disciples to teach Zhang Xiaohua different boxing skills, and he no longer taught him. Anyway, everyone taught the same thing. When he came to Zhang Xiaohua, he would have to make mistakes and forget them. He would not have to work hard. He should teach one thing, just one thing.

When the other three disciples first taught, they also taught a set of boxing techniques several times, but they found that no matter how many times you teach, once or twenty times, Zhang Xiaohua always remembered a few moves the next day, and it was useless to teach them. Therefore, they also changed their strategies when they taught each boxing technique. If they didn’t teach them too much, they would teach one boxing technique every day, and if they didn’t teach them too much, they wouldn’t teach them.

So the lives of the Piaomiao Sect returned to the starting point. However, every night, one of the three disciples taught Zhang Xiaohua a new set of boxing techniques, whether simple or complicated, just one set. Then, on the morning of the next day, Zhang Xiaohua played the boxing techniques he still remembered.

In such a strange martial arts practice, Zhang Xiaohua learned the incomplete Erlang Fist, Weituo Fist, Great Saint Fist, Eight Immortal Fist, Tianluo Fist, Earth Evil Fist, Six Star Fist, Nezha Fist, Vajra Fist, Guanyin Fist, Buddha Han Fist, Buddhist Fist, Arhat Fist, Vajra Hammer. Twenty-Eight Constellations Fist, Four Immortal Fist, Seven Stars Visit Friend Fist, Arhat Mantis Fist, Yaksha Prayer, Vajra Samadhi Palm, Yaksha Iron Sand Palm, etc. One punch every day is quick.

Those who are good at these boxing techniques can remember nearly ten moves, and fewer are two or three moves. Among these moves, few are coherent in their own boxing techniques, and most of them are connected by Zhang Xiaohua themselves. However, it is strange that Zhang Xiaohua's connection is also wonderful, some of them are like an antelope hanging on the horns. Even He Tianshu secretly called himself strange after seeing them. The strangest thing is that few of the moves Zhang Xiaohua remembers are completely correct, and most of them have been modified by Zhang Xiaohua. Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua remembers the modified part tightly. No matter how you correct it, you will not change it back, and of course you will not forget it, and will not be distorted again.

When he finished teaching boxing in the evening, he watched Zhang Xiaohua practice the incomplete and different boxing techniques he had learned, which seemed quite coherently, He Tianshu shook his head and thought: "I have learned this kind of boxing technique, but I am a genius."

After a long time, Zhang Xiaohua got up early and went to the open space early every day. He never went back to the house until the last moment of the dark night. The diligence of practicing made Mr. Yu, who was observing him secretly every day, nodded and thought to himself: "This little flower's qualifications are really not bad. Her brain is like a lump of elm, which can be called a rotten wood and cannot be carved. However, this perseverance and the ability to endure hardship are not built. It is really the master who wants to polish an iron rod and can be made of materials."

Little did he know that when Zhang Xiaohua stepped into the door every day, he kept breathing and cursed secretly in his heart. When Ma Jing started washing his feet? Every morning when he rushed out, he shouted long live and finally could breathe fresh air.

Alas, God has eyes. Will there be someone behind every successful man who is silently supporting him? But, is there this stinky Ma Jing behind Zhang Xiaohua?

Not to mention that Zhang Xiaohua practiced the basic boxing techniques that other disciples of Piaomiao Sect practiced at the age of four or five in Huanxi Villa, the Piaomiao Villa adjacent to Huanxi Villa is now full of joy.

In the conference hall of the Piaomiao School, there was a lively look, not as solemn as usual. Ou Peng was still sitting in front of him, smiling at the noise of the people below. Although Ou Peng looked very calm, the smile on his face made everyone know firmly that the leader of the Ou Gang is now very excited and excited.

Think about it, since the establishment of the Piaomiao Sect has been recorded for hundreds of years. No one who has not recorded it knows it. It is not necessary to say that the power of the Piaomiao Sect never crossed the Luoshui River. At its peak, it only covered the Wanjian Peak in the south. However, after a few gang leaders were incompetent, and the Piaomiao Sect declined, so they hurried near Pingyang City. Recently, Ou Peng personally directed the battle against the Luoshui Gang. Although the water battle was not the strength of the Piaomiao Sect, under the arrangement and deployment of Ou Peng, Shangguan Fengliu and others, they miraculously took it down with a few troops and Ou Peng himself captured the leader of the Luoshui Gang alive.

The Luoshui Gang regards Luoshui as his home and has many gangs. Although its overall power is worse than that of the Piaomiao Sect, it is only half apart. The Piaomiao Sect can defeat the Luoshui Gang in one fell swoop. The role of the elite team cannot be ignored. As for being able to capture all the senior leaders of the Luoshui Gang in one go, it depends entirely on the martial arts of Piaomiao Six Tigers.

Now looking back at the battle at the core of the Luoshui Gang again, Ou Peng was still scared. Unexpectedly, Shui Yupeng was also a master who was hidden in his eyes, and the gang's masters and elders were not weak. If there were no adventures in Wuzhishan before the New Year, the Piaomiao Sect would have returned in the Luoshui Gang, and maybe they might be left in Luoshui. Ou Peng could not help but be wary of himself again. This world must act within his ability, and any action that surpasses his abilities can only have one consequence - playing with fire.

But at this moment, the important thing is to celebrate the hard-won victory. Please consider other things after the celebration. Now, the Piaomiao School is in a state of being in a hurry. When morale is high, it will inevitably make people feel excited. Although Ou Peng has such majesty, he will not do such a pedantic move.
Chapter completed!