Fu Jingtao was unaware of the turmoil and changes in the outside world, and still practiced as before, getting up in the morning to practice. He drew on the principles of Tongjiquan, intercepted the true meaning of spears, knives, sticks, whips, and hammers, and integrated them into the boxing routine.

Among them, the self-created boxing technique gradually took shape. The most difficult thing is how to eliminate the bad and keep the good, integrate the characteristics of various weapons into one, and make the transition between moves seamless. This is a long tempering

In the process, if he didn't have super mental strength and could remember all the moves firmly, there would be no way to gain the best of all schools of thought.

He follows a path of practice in which fists transform all methods and all methods are unified. He uses himself as a magic weapon and can derive endless variations of moves at will. He does not just imitate various weapons and techniques, but must deeply understand and master them.

Break through formations and kill enemies with a pair of fists.

There is no need for weapons in his hands, he himself is a gun, knife, stick, whip, and hammer!

After practicing boxing, there is palm training.

The Wrathful Sea Thousand Layers Palm is not a fierce and fierce method. It emphasizes using skill to break strength and using softness to overcome hardness. It requires not only fast enough palm speed, but also good use of soft inner strength. For example, when practicing soft strength, slap it down with one palm,

The blade sandwiched between two blue bricks must be smashed into pieces without cracks in the bricks. This requires extremely high skills in the use of palm power. To achieve such a superior state of hiding needles in the cotton, there is no shortcut except repeated hard practice.

"Pah, pah..."

Fu Jingtao stood in front of a pile of blue bricks, with his palms facing down. He tapped the bricks with both palms in turn. The moment the skin of his palms came into contact with the surface of the green bricks, the hard palm muscles suddenly became soft and soft, with a hint of strength.

The dark energy passes through the blue bricks and is transmitted to the bottom.

Fortunately, he had been taught by Patriarch Chen Tuan and understood the principle of yin and yang interacting with each other and the unity of Tai Chi, so he quickly understood the essence of the combination of hardness and softness of the Thousand-fold Palm of Nu Hai, using softness to overcome hardness, and the overlapping of dark strength. He got started very quickly, and now he can do it

With one palm he cracked the leaves sandwiched between the green bricks.

The training of basic palm skills is boring and monotonous, and people with insufficient concentration can easily become impatient and find excuses to be lazy. But Fu Jingtao is obviously not one of them. He is calm and meticulous, and he uses his heart to understand

Every time a palm is struck, there are subtle changes in the muscles, bones, and strength. Unconsciously, sweat pours down your back, and white air rises from the top of your head.

Bang! The dark force was slightly stronger than half a minute, and the green bricks immediately fell into pieces, with debris flying.

Fu Jingtao shook his head, knowing that he had practiced Kung Fu for too long and had begun to have flaws in his muscle control, making it difficult to maintain a harmonious and harmonious state. He stopped his Kung Fu and stood up, and was about to turn to practice weapons when he suddenly heard someone on the side sneer:

"The number one person on the Qingyun List, but mediocre!"

Fu Jingtao's heart sank slightly. He turned around and saw a strange young man with golden rims and purple clothes quietly appearing a few feet away. He had a strong figure and eyes like an eagle. He was as cold and arrogant as a snow-capped mountain and as sharp as a sword.

Fu Jingtao has never seen such a proud person, like a condor soaring in the nine heavens, coldly overlooking the world.

"Du Shanyue?"

"Bold! What qualifications do you have to call Du by his first name?"

Du Shanyue gave a cold shout, swung across the space of several feet, raised his hand and pressed it down on his chest with the sound of wind and thunder. As soon as the iron palm came out, the wind whirled and roared in the palm, and the shadow of the palm suddenly moved quickly and slowly, drawing a strange line

The unpredictable arc clearly shows that he has profound knowledge in palm skills.

The movement started suddenly, and the merciless palm force pressed on the chest, as if a huge stone had hit him.

Fu Jingtao couldn't retreat, let alone didn't want to retreat. How could he run away as soon as he saw someone face to face? If he spread the word, would he still be fooled? No matter how tyrannical Du Shanyue was, he would still fight with his fists!

A raging fighting spirit burst out from his heart, his eyes were focused, he could see through the opponent's feints and accurately capture the trajectory of the enemy's palm. He immediately lowered his waist and sat on the horse, and rotated his right fist out from the eye of the waist. The punch was simple and straightforward, like an iron gun.

Stab away also contains the essence of "stabbing, twisting, and drilling". It is different from ordinary boxing routines and creates a sharp and cold spear intention out of thin air.

Hey! Du Shanyue said curiously: "The art of combining man and gun into one?!"

Soon after, the fists and palms of the fists met suddenly, and invisible energy patterns suddenly erupted, as if a hurricane was blowing through, kicking up countless dust.

Fu Jingtao felt as if he had hit an iron plate with a fist, and felt numbness at the edge of the fist. The huge force repulsed him, and he flew backwards more than ten feet involuntarily. After landing, he stepped back five steps in a row. Every time he stepped down, he fell on the ground.

It left a deep footprint, like a knife carving an axe. Even so, he still felt a surge of pain in his lower abdomen, as if a steel needle was constantly stirring, and the smell of blood immediately overflowed between his lips and teeth.

The palm fell like a mountain, what a Dushan month!

Du Shanyue saw blood bleeding from the corner of Fu Jingtao's mouth, and sneered: "Are all the heroes in the world dead, and you are actually allowed to win the first place in the Qingyun Ranking? Ridiculous!"

Fu Jingtao took a deep breath: "Senior Brother Du bullies the small with the big, what can you brag about even if you beat me?"

"Are you not convinced?"

"Of course I'm not convinced! It's only been two months since I entered the Martial Saint Hall. How long have you been here? If you can defeat Uncle Gu Tianqionggu, I will be convinced by you."

Du Shanyue is proud but not stupid. How could he fall into a simple plan to provoke the general? He said proudly: "In the Wusheng Hall, you can't see me when I look up. One day, I will beat you until you surrender!"

Fu Jingtao said in a deep voice: "In three years' time, you will definitely be the loser!"

Du Shanyue said coldly: "You are talking big words! Let alone three years, even if I train you for ten years, it is not as good as me." After saying this, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked away.

On that day, Du Shanyue came down the mountain alone, first went to the Xuanwu Hall, visited Wang Houkun, one of the Xuanyuan Ten Elites, and made a public request for a discussion. How could Wang Houkun avoid the fight? The two started a duel on the spot, but they only reached the seventh move, and Wang Houkun was killed.

He hit his right shoulder with a palm and vomited blood.

Du Shanyuema kept charging into the Baibing Hall. He first defeated Mei Aoshuang with stick skills, and then defeated Tang Miao with spear skills, shocking the entire Diecai Peak. It happened that Bai Yurong came here to watch the sea of ​​​​pear trees and flowers, and won consecutive battles.

Du Shanyue actually invited Bai Yurong to a sword fight.

Bai Yurong folded a branch of a pear tree into a sword, and the sword's intention was flowing out of the dust.

Du Shanyue used pine wood as a sword to deal with it, showing a calm and elegant attitude.

This battle was like meeting an opponent and meeting a good talent. The two of them swung their swords at each other, like a dragon and a phoenix fighting fiercely. The sword energy cut down countless pear blossoms. When the battle reached dusk, Du Shanyue cleverly used the slanting light of the setting sun to strike.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bai Yurong's eyes were dazzled, and she cut off the pear branch with a sword, narrowly winning by half a move.

In one day, Du Shanyue defeated four major disciples in a row, causing a sensation in Lingyun Peak and becoming a well-deserved influential figure in Xuanyuan Sect.

Everyone was talking privately that Du Shanyue was so strong that he could challenge Chu Xiang. Will the title of the number one inner disciple change hands?

To everyone's surprise, Du Shanyue did not challenge Chu Xiang in one go. Instead, he settled down to digest the experience and insights of the successive battles and stayed behind closed doors.

Move and be still, follow your own heart, and not be affected by the world.

What he pursues is the ultimate in martial arts, the vast and profound origin of martial arts, not a little bit of fame in front of him. His ambition is not to be in Lingyun Peak, but to be in the world of martial arts!
Chapter completed!