Xuanyuan Po was a little surprised. No one could see his practice, but at this time he was pointed out by a different saying.

When Bianyanghong saw his expression, he knew that he had guessed correctly and asked, "Is this the martial arts that Chen Changsheng chose for you?"

Xuanyuan Po nodded.

Bie Yanghong praised: "I always thought that he had excellent talent for practicing Taoism, but he didn't expect that his vision was equally good, and this dean was very competent."

Xuanyuan Po thought for a while and said, "That's not enough."

Buy Hong glanced at his right arm again and said, "You can tell that you are doing well, but there seems to be some problems."

Xuanyuan Po didn't care and wiped the gravy on his fingers with paper.

A different red voice sounded again, entering his ears and then into his heart.

"The sky thunder is the sky thunder hidden, and the hidden wind and thunder are invisible. You are not wrong with this, and you can even say that you have practiced very well."

Bie Yanghong said, "It's just a bit too deliberate."

Xuanyuan Po raised his head and asked slightly stunned: "Sir, what are you talking about?"

Bian Yanghong looked at him and said, "Plant trees deeply in fertile soil, so that they will not see the heaven and earth, and will not be affected by the strong wind. They will be refined with earth fire. Thunder will appear in the middle, and the accumulation will gradually last. When they break through the ground, they will suddenly become towering trees. The branches and leaves are full of lightning chips and lightning. Who can block its power?"

Xuanyuan Po's eyes fell on his right arm in a different way.

His right arm was obviously shrinking, especially compared to his thick left arm, which was even more dazzling and looked particularly miserable.

Many drinkers in the tavern thought that this was the disability he suffered after being defeated by Tenhaya in Kyoto, and they laughed at him many times.

Only he himself knew what kind of terrible power was hidden in this seemingly disabled right arm.

Of course, it has been seen through now.

Only then did Xuanyuan Po realize that he was facing a powerful man in the sacred realm, a legendary figure at the level of wind and rain in all directions.

His expression suddenly became much more serious, and he asked, "What does it mean to be deliberate?"

Bie Yanghong said: "Thunder is the natural law of heaven and earth. It can only hide its meaning and not its shape. It is like a real towering tree that breaks through the ground and carries thousands of earth and stones. Its momentum seems amazing, but it loses the most important characteristic."

Xuanyuan Po continued to ask, "What is the characteristic?"

Bian Yanghong asked: "What is the external method that Tianlei induces?"

Xuanyuan Po said without hesitation: "Fist."

Bie Yanghong smiled and said, "I just happened to have some understanding of this."

In the battle between Tianshuling, he saw with his own eyes that the Holy Holy of Tianhai shocked the world with his punch and gave birth to great insights.

Over the years, he has also started to use fists, so in the world after Tianhai, no one has a fist stronger than him.

Of course, no one has more extensive and profound knowledge than him.

"Why didn't the Holy Queen Mother use Mu Feng or Ruyi back then, but face us guys with her fists?"

Bianyanghong looked at Xuanyuan Po's eyes and said calmly: "That's because the fist is a part of our body, which can rise and fall as we wish. Compared with external objects such as swords and guns, at least the speed is faster when it rises and merges, and speed... is strength."

Xuanyuan Po's eyes lit up.

The demon clan attaches more importance to pure power than the human race and the demon clan. As a member of the demon clan, he is no exception, but the touch of this unique statement on him was not caused by this, but because these words vaguely revealed a very important truth.

No matter how Taoist, sword, formations are used for battle, and all things are inseparable from their sects, the ultimate point to speed and strength. No matter how magnificent the picture presented is, or how the momentum shakes the mountains and rivers, there is no difference in essence.

Hidden wind and thunder can indeed accumulate power to the maximum, but as Buy Hong said, it will affect the speed of the move.

How can we bring these two points to the extreme at the same time?

Xuanyuan Po raised his own difficulties.

Buy Hong started to explain to him using his precious experiences obtained from hundreds of years of practice and countless battles.

Xuanyuan Po's expression became more and more focused, and he even forgot to breathe.

The room became extremely quiet, and the morning breeze passed through the gaps in the paper door, gently waving the crystals on the ground and the three small towers.

If it weren't for the impatient cold snorting of Wuqiongbi, this teaching might have continued for a long time.

Xuanyuan Po woke up and bowed to the Bian Yanghong, then stood up and left the house.

Standing on the wooden board in front of the house and looking at the smoke rising from time to time outside the courtyard, he was silent for a long time. The words that Biyanghong said gradually merged with his years of hard practice experience, making him want to solve many difficulties in practicing, and even vaguely touched a certain boundary.

He took a deep breath of the slightly cool air, stepped on the slightly cool white pebbles and walked to the wall, poured clean water into the pine tree with a small wooden spoon, lowered his head and picked up the slightly cool well water and washed his face several times, confirming that he had completely awakened, wiped off the water stains on his face, and walked out of the yard.

The sound of war drums continued to come from the upper city.

The sound of waves in the Red River is getting louder and louder, and it is very close to each other.

Matsucho had woken up, the neighbors were yawning, picking their eyes, holding clay pots, and waiting in line to buy breakfast.

Some coolies who had already finished breakfast sat on the long bench outside the porridge shop, chatting with their feet crossed, as if they could not hear the war drums coming from the city, nor the sound of the red river waves not far away, but it did not mean that they were not interested in the election ceremony. Many people were discussing which ring to watch the fun after work.

Xuanyuan Po walked past the street.

A girl next door who knew him asked him if he had breakfast, and he nodded with a smile. A coolie man who knew him asked him that the business of the tavern was so bad recently. When would the boss want to sell two more bad ale wine that cost a cup? He shook his head and said he didn't know.

Then, very casually, the owner of the bun shop asked him what he was going to do early in the morning.

He stopped and replied, "I'm going to attend the election ceremony."

The street was quiet for a moment, and even the hot fog overflowed from the edge of the steamer in the shop stagnated for a moment.

The next moment, the laughter rang out, and it didn't stop for a long time, and it became louder and louder, with mockery or funny, with kindness or malice.

Xuanyuan Po touched the back of his head and smiled honestly.

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...

The arena that Xuanyuan broke away is in Matsumachi, very close to his home. You can walk around without a bus and save a lot of money.

When he walked to the intersection of the street where the arena was, there were already many people watching the fun, but the registration list was not even full of two pages.

This place is very remote, far away from the Imperial City and the Tianshou Pavilion. No big shot will notice it. Moreover, there are no powerful figures. Naturally, they cannot attract those strong people who want to challenge themselves and are willing to enter the competition here often have no idea about the election ceremony, but just rely on their courage to play. This kind of battle between ordinary people is naturally not exciting. It is often more like a gangster fight in the city, and they will stop after a few rounds.

The Li clan magistrate and two supervisors in charge of this are already very boring. The clan officials in Matsucho were even bored. The small official who logged into the roster table was even sleepy, his head was falling from time to time, and he could hit the edge of the table at some point.

Xuanyuan Po walked to the table and gently knocked on the table.

The little official woke up in shock and raised his head in annoyance, trying to scold him, but was stunned.
Chapter completed!