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Liu'er did not have enough confidence, but after thinking about it for a while, she had no choice but to reluctantly nod her head and agree. Fu Yuan was extremely happy and asked, "How much of that Earth Concealing Divine Fist did you remember?" Liu'er woodenly shook her head, saying, "I was stupid. I didn't remember a single move." Fu Yuan nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, indeed." But that's fine. The old monster will let you play it again. You can use the antidote if you want. "

When the crowd heard this, they were overwhelmed with shock. Some people did not think much of it, thinking that although Fu Yuan had great kung fu skills, he could not teach the Six Child Divine Art in front of so many people. Moreover, He Chuan and the rest were all first-rate experts. In his eyes, they naturally comprehended more than Liu'er, so how could they win against him? There were also some people who wanted to see what was so special about Number One Under Heaven's fist technique. They were looking forward to seeing it. There were also people secretly rejoicing in their hearts. They thought that with their experience, this stupid kid would be able to learn it. They were sure to be able to spy on him. In the future, he would be unstoppable as he traveled in the martial arts world. Everyone had different thoughts in their minds as they waited for Fuyuan to teach them martial arts.

Fu Yuan chuckled and said, "Watch carefully!" The first stage is called 'Tongue Drawing'. " And then they began to dance. Both of his fists were raised high, as he continued to recite: "This person is from the Southern Hades Floating Touch of Evil and all living things, he feels that way. "My karma is great, I can fight against Xumi …" With every sentence, his hands would change accordingly. After a short while, he had completed the "Tongue Drawing Technique". He asked Liu'er, "How much did you remember?" Liu'er thought for a moment and said, "I only remember one or two moves."

Everyone looked and listened and couldn't help but to find it hard to believe. He only felt that Fu Yuan's boxing style was extremely fluid. It was as if there were no changes to his moves, as he finished them in one go. Then, he saw that Han Li's fist was steady and powerful, his fists were like hammers, and there was wind in them. He did not know why such water-like, soft, and smooth fist techniques had such power. In his heart, he was thinking that perhaps it was because his internal energy was too powerful that he possessed such power. He also secretly mocked Liu'er for pretending not to understand anything. This move hadn't changed at all, so how did she learn one or two moves? If Liu'er were to speak carelessly, she would definitely anger this evil monk.

However, Fu Yuan wasn't angry. Laughing, he said, "That's right. Why don't you try and see if you can get the antidote?" When the crowd heard this, they couldn't help but be shocked. Unexpectedly, he only taught them one move, and told Liu'er to compete with He Chuan. Liu'er had not expected this, but he had long wanted to stake his life against He Chuan. Fu Yuan did not want to cause trouble, so he said loudly, "Alright!" Liu'er's hands clenched into fists, her feet stomped, and she flashed to He Chuan's side. Thinking of Fu Yuan's "Tongue Drawing Technique", she raised both of her fists and suddenly punched at He Chuan's face.

How could He Chuan not see the kungfu Fu Yuan had taught him in front of everyone? Although he was wary of Monk Fu Yuan, he saw that he had only taught him six moves and had made him compare notes with him. He was enraged and thought, "Monk Thief, no matter how high your martial arts are, it would be too easy for you to subdue me within one move!" If I don't teach this kid a lesson today, where will I put my face? " Seeing that Liu's fists were similar to Fu Yuan's, but lacking in power, Liu's right hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

Liu'er focused her attention on fighting the enemy. Seeing He Chuan grab at her wrist, her fists suddenly went around and hit He Chuan's face on the left and right side. He Chuan understood what was going on. He extended his right palm outward to block Liu'er's right arm as his body suddenly dove down. His left palm struck out towards Liu'er's abdomen. Liu'er was shocked. She quickly punched downwards, but how fast were He Chuan's subordinates? Liu'er's fists landed on the corner of He Chuan's shirt. His lower abdomen was in pain, and he had already struck her with his palm. Luckily, his internal energy was strong and He Chuan was afraid of Fukuyama nearby, so this palm did not injure him but knocked him back five or six steps.

The sixth son of Fortune had been defeated in two moves. He no longer had his previous complacent look as he said angrily: "He has your fist open, why don't you just take it and hit him?" Liu'er seemed to understand, and Fu Yuan made a fist with both of his hands, using the same move that Liu'er had used a moment ago. He said, "Make your move!" Liu'er knew that he was demonstrating the battle between the two of them, so she imitated He Chuan's actions. She blocked Fu Yuan's arm with her left arm and then lowered her body. Her right palm struck towards his abdomen. It was precisely the move He Chuan had used just now. Just as Liu'er's left hand touched the corner of Fu Yuan's shirt, Fu Yuan's right arm slid down again. After half a circle, he actually punched Liu'er in the face from the bottom. Six of her palms had yet to land on Fu Yuan's lower abdomen when a "peng" sound rang out. His face had already taken a solid punch and swelled up. Presumably, this was a rather heavy punch.

Liu'er covered her face and nodded after a while. "So that's how it is. The tenth move can still be used in such a way!" Fu Yuan was happier and less angry, but there was a tinge of moderation in his tone. "The second style is called 'Scissor Style'." He crossed his arms and started to dance again, his mouth was still mumbling: "It's all living beings, Mo Qingxiang, you think you're innocent? "After death, there will be a reward, if you accept it even a little …" "How much do you remember?" Liu'er was still pondering for a moment before she said: "There are four to five moves this time." Fu Yuan said, "Four or five moves isn't a lot. Try and deal with him again." Liu'er's fist collided with He Chuan's again. On the fifth move, she was pushed back by He Chuan's palm again. As for Houfu Yuan, he demonstrated how to break it, so Liu'er naturally got punched again.

This was how Fu Yuan taught Liu'er techniques. It was not hard to remember the names of his moves, they were all titles of hell. By the time Liu'er learned the tenth move, "Pit Fist", she had already been hit by seven or eight of He Chuan's palms, and her face had been hit by more than ten fists. However, she had more and more memories regarding the techniques. As for the rest of the people, the more they saw, the more they were captivated. They could not actually remember a single move. Only Reverend Huixin, Daoist Master Qingyu, Daoist Three Clones, and He Chuan nodded to themselves.

It turned out that Liu'er had learned about the boxing style of the Earth Concealment Divine Fist in the cave, and had also learned the secret of the boxing style. At this moment, Fu Yuan was performing each move. He was mumbling something, and each time he spoke, his moves would change along with him. He knew that Liu'er would not be able to learn how to fight the enemy in a short time. Thinking of Liu'er's unfathomable words and memories, he tried to integrate them into Buddhist mantras.

Liu'er did not understand the variations of the boxing style. When she heard him recite some words that she did not understand, she remembered them carefully. With one hit, her moves also changed. He had watched Fu Yuan practice boxing techniques four or five times last night. This time, he had comprehended quite a lot as he read while memorizing them. He also had some insights into the secret techniques that he did not understand last night. His understanding this time was different from everyone else's. Those with powerful martial arts only saw the exquisite boxing style. Their moves were like the flowing clouds and flowing water. There seemed to be no flaws that could be found. Those with low cultivation saw that the punch seemed weak and weak. It was only due to luck that it possessed such power. Liu'er's mastery of fist techniques, fist theories, and moves was much higher than the others.

After Fu Yuan finished his tenth form, he asked Liu'er, "How much do you remember?" Liu'er thought for a while and said, "I seem to have remembered it all, but I seem to have forgotten it all." Fu Yuan nodded in satisfaction and smiled. "I'll try again this time!" Liu'er nodded, her hands balled into fists as she punched at He Chuan again.