Chapter 1580： Fist

However, she didn't show it, she nodded her head, said hello politely, and immediately exited the office.

"Brother Ning!"

Xiao Zhao lowered his voice and stuck out his tongue, "For A Fei's face, please spare my life!"

After that, like a thief, he ran away dingy.

Jiang Ning half-closed his eyes.

"For A Fei's face? He has a fart face!"

After speaking, he didn't take it to heart, closed his eyes, and continued to think of the moves on the few pages of fist sheet in his mind.

Simple moves, even only one movement, but Jiang Ning has always been very clear that these moves are not real fist moves, but an artistic conception!

A kind of consciousness!

Practicing boxing without practicing mind is tantamount to practicing for nothing.

The root of boxing is just tricks and tricks.

Regardless of whether it is lifting light or lifting light, it is constantly changing with the opponent's moves. The kind of natural strain that goes deep into the bone marrow is crucial.

By the way, many people mistakenly believe that the moves in the Jidao boxing spectrum are just basic boxing moves without profound meaning.

Jiang Ning was lying there, with his head resting on his hands, as if playing a movie in his mind, scrolling continuously over and over again!

Punch!

Another punch!

You can hit a punch with the intent of each page of the boxing book!

Six punches in a row!

Suddenly, Jiang Ning opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body was like a monkey.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

...

Obviously it was just a punch, but there were six bursts of air bursting like "Love Wu Yi Shi Pa Shan Wu Shan", and they sounded one after another, as if they were superimposed one after another, until the last sound was like a popping sound!

boom!

He squeezed his fist, placed it in front of him, and slowly opened his fingers, his eyes were deep.

"Guoshu Chuanwu, I have never heard of it. Which family has such a deep artistic conception,"

Jiang Ning frowned slightly, "Where did this Ji Dao boxing come from?"

Whether it is Lu Jing's research on the characters of the hidden family, or this Jidao boxing manual, full of mysterious moves and boxing, it makes Jiang Ning feel that the origin of the boxing table is not simple.

My master, who is someone, must have discovered something, but this guy, even before he died, didn't tell him a single word.

He didn't say it, obviously he wanted to discover it himself, or... he couldn't say it?

"when--"

The office door opened again.

Lin Yuzhen walked in and saw Jiang Ning standing there with a hunch, staring at his fist blankly, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Husband, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ning returned to his senses and put away the fist sheet.

"I just fell asleep and dreamed, and in the dream I dreamed of other people, not you, so I was punishing myself."

Lin Yu really snorted, does he even have to dream of himself when he dreams?

Smelly men can really coax people!

"Then who did you dream of? I want to see, who can be more important than me!"

She was not convinced.

"Dreaming that Mom made a good table..."

Lin Yu really didn't speak anymore.

Lafayette at home, let alone her daughter, even her dad dare not rebel!

Lin Yu really gave Jiang Ning a white look, not joking with him.

"The company from East Asia has come to talk about cooperation. Do you want to come with me?"

She returned to the subject, "We have not explored this big market because the situation there is particularly complicated. Now it seems that we can try to get in touch with it."

East Asia?

"Old Zhao said that he suggested that Lin's development go there."

Hearing the name of Lao Zhao, Jiang Ning's heart suddenly moved. This old thing really understands himself.