One punch and three hundred pounds.

This is not a master.

Yang Lin felt that he still had a misunderstanding of martial arts.

Three hundred kilograms can beat a fat pig that has been raised for the New Year.

If you hit someone, a person with a total of 160 pounds can punch one by one and make a kite.

"What realm is a master?"

Uncle Da did not answer, as if he was trapped in memory, and said, "If you continue practicing hard and reach the Mingjin stage, you will be considered as entering the house.

The so-called Mingjin means that the force is obvious and visible to the naked eye.

With one punch, there was a whimpering sound of wind, and it seemed to be extremely extraordinary. That is, Uncle Da, I am at this stage...

I have practiced for thirty years when I reached this point.”

"After one punch is released, the strength can reach 600 kilograms, and the strength is doubled. This way, you can be called a martial artist and you cannot be considered a master."

"If you really go further, your strength is like thunder, your fist breaks through the air, and there is a sound of explosion, and your muscles and bones are trained horizontally like steel and iron.

At this time, the divine power will be generated, and the punching power will double again, which can exceed a thousand pounds. Even if you are a master, you can get away from the world."

"The realm of divine power is actually just a high level of Mingjin. You practice the strength, use the power of shock and collapse... and break the stones and iron when fighting, but you don't destroy yourself. You can usually be a general on the battlefield."

"The blood-handed Bu Chenjiang should be at this level."

Yang Lin understands.

"Is there any realm behind it? How powerful is it?"

His eyes shone, and the masters that Uncle Da mentioned seemed to be somewhat different from those in later generations.

I remember that the strongest boxing champions in the world were only one punch and one hundred pounds, which was a little weaker than the divine power realm.

In China, I haven't heard of any boxer with amazing powers in many years.

Whether it is boxing Sanda, wrestling Jiu Jitsu, or free fighting player.

Could it be lost?

Probably not.

The inheritance is still there, but like this era, we will not regard practicing martial arts as a skill to make a living and as a qualification to get promoted and make money...

Instead, it is regarded as a competitive competition.

Playful.

Because most of the practices are done by pointing to the point, and are targeted at a specified range of strikes, rather than for the purpose of causing death and disability.

Otherwise, you will have to eat a gun.

Without murderous intent, how can you reach the peak?

There is great horror and great breakthrough between life and death, which is not a joke.

The most important thing is that because the environment is different and the times are different, the concentration of people who practice martial arts is also different.

After all, practicing martial arts is just a hobby, not a must for life.

The concentration level is different, and the results obtained are of course different.

All of this is actually a pot of hot weapons.

The more advanced the weapons are, the less useful it is to practice martial arts.

If someone raises his finger, he can practice hard day and night for more than decades. It would be great if one of the billions of people could find one of them to work hard.

Can't fight.

I really practice martial arts, fight, lose, and feel uncomfortable, and win the country to support me.

Whoever practices is stupid.

Therefore, it is not surprising that martial arts decline, but it is strange that they do not decline.

"There is also the later realm, of course... don't be too ambitious for the time being.

Knowing too much will be bad for practicing boxing. Let’s go back and think about it carefully and start the game first.”

Uncle Da was a little impatient when he heard that Yang Lin was thoroughly involved.

It seems that I can really practice it.

He waved his hand and drove Yang Lin away like a flies.

The martial arts are also passed down. Whether he can practice well depends on whether he is careful or not.

The wind is fast and the waves are high, and there is still a lot of things to be busy in the mansion. He doesn't have much free time and talks with the little guy.

...

Back in the bedroom, Yang Lin asked Xiao Mushroom to close the door, light up the candle, and quickly open the book.

He has no other advantages.

The development of reading habits in later generations passively gained the ability to learn by themselves.

He won't make something out of nothing.

It’s still OK to take pictures of cats and tigers.

There is no lack of understanding at all.

Uncle Da’s experience was written very straightforwardly. He could understand it at a glance. He practiced according to the practice, not seeking to practice strength, but only seeking to be proficient in various moves and body shape and footwork.

Practice while learning.

The little mushroom breathed softly next door, and the little girl had already fallen asleep.

After changing two candles, when Yang Lin stopped, he heard the crowing of roosters outside the house, and then the barking of dogs came.

There were also the low scolding of the guard.

‘It’s almost dawn?’

After rubbing his red eyes, Yang Lin felt his whole body weak...

My body was wet and dry, and it was wet and wet, and I felt smelly sweat all over.

‘Look at the martial arts order.’

He suddenly woke up, covered his chest with his hands and focused.

Hallucinations appear in front of your eyes.

The word green falls like a waterfall.

[Reputation of Martial Arts Order +5]

Martial arts: Iron Fist (Introduction), can be improved

Secret skill: None

Title: None

...

"It's done!"

Yang Lin took a deep breath.

The heart can't control its twitch and beating randomly.

More exciting than opening a treasure chest...

It is clear whether it is really as he imagined.

‘Wash your face first.’

There is peace of mind whenever there is something big.

Yang Lin picked up the thermos, poured some water, poured a little cold water into it with a spoon, tried the temperature was moderate, and the towel covered his face and took a few deep breaths.

Then I washed my hands carefully with soap and picked up the dirt in my nails with a dim candlelight.

Look at the calmer.

Focus your mind on the birthmark on your chest, recite silently, and improve the iron fist.

boom……

The light and shadow flashed in front of me, and the scenery changed. I came to a green mountain peak. Not far away there was a majestic temple. On the stones under the trees, an old-fashioned monk sat.

And I was running on the bluestone stairs, stretching my hands flat, with one hand and a pointed wooden barrel, and the water splashed down from the edge of the barrel.

‘What am I doing, carrying water without a shoulder pole, isn’t this self-abuse?’

Shengsheng ran twice, fetched water and went straight to the mountain, entered the temple, and poured water into the water tank.

Then fly down the mountain to draw water, and it will continue again and again.
To be continued...