"Do you still want to fight?" Yang Xiaobao curled his lips and urged, "Hurry up!"
Zhang Hao hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded in agreement.
Yang Xiaobao's strength is so terrifying that he has no chance of winning and can only follow his arrangements.
"Since you agree, let's get started." Yang Xiaobao smiled and stretched out his palm.
"Are you sure you want to compete with me?" Zhang Hao frowned, "What if you lose?"
"If I win, the secret book belongs to me. If I lose, I will let you do whatever you want!" Yang Xiaobao said calmly.
"I hope you won't lie to me!"
Zhang Hao took a deep breath and calmed down his turbulent emotions.
"Come on!" Yang Xiaobao waved his hand.
Zhang Hao closed his eyes and tried to keep himself calm.
Gradually, passages of obscure words appeared in Zhang Hao's mind.
Those words seemed to be alive, spinning around Zhang Hao.
As these words ran, his breathing became rapid.
"Don't be distracted, stay focused!"
Yang Xiaobao's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Zhang Hao was so frightened that the hair on his body stood up and he suddenly opened his eyes.
However, the next moment, Yang Xiaobao pressed Zhang Hao's shoulder and knocked him to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Hao shouted with a livid face.
"Stop talking nonsense and learn the secrets!" Yang Xiaobao chuckled and sat on Zhang Hao's belly, wrapping his arms around him to control him tightly.
Zhang Hao struggled hard, but to no avail.
Just when Zhang Hao was desperate, a vision suddenly appeared——
Along with a strange buzzing sound, wisps of golden light slowly flowed into Zhang Hao's mind, and then condensed a scripture in his mind.
"I learned it!" When the scriptures completely disappeared from his mind, Zhang Hao roared excitedly, and then struggled desperately.
"You brat, you're crazy!" Yang Xiaobao hurriedly let go of Zhang Hao.
He didn't expect that just now Zhang Hao actually understood the internal skills and mental methods in the secret book.
"I finally learned the martial arts of this world! Hahahaha!" Zhang Hao laughed excitedly.
"Have you learned it?"
Yang Xiaobao stared at Zhang Hao with suspicion, and then said
"How can there be martial arts in this world? This is an illusion, everything is fake!"
"Who said there is no martial arts?" Zhang Hao glanced at him and said, "That was the basic mental method of the Yi Jin Jing, the Yi Jin Jing, and it is the canon of our Miao sect!"
"Yi Jin Jing?" Yang Xiaobao scratched his head, "I have never heard of this name."
"The Yi Jin Jing was created by my grandfather. It is a top internal martial arts! There are many people in our village who know the Yi Jin Jing!" Zhang Hao explained.
Yang Xiaobao nodded, and then continued, "You are right. The Yi Jin Jing is indeed the top internal martial art of our Miao people. Unfortunately, it has been lost long ago, so it is almost impossible for you to master it."
Zhang Hao frowned slightly when he heard this, "Since the Yi Jin Jing is the top internal martial art, why was it lost?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed, shook his head and said, "It is said that our ancestors of the Miao people once worshiped Marshal Mo, the leader of the Chinese martial arts league, and studied the Yi Jin Jing."
"However, my grandfather told me before he died that the Yi Jin Jing is not a real martial arts, but a kind of internal strength and mental method."
"Martial arts is divided into external strength, internal strength and true energy, and it is true energy that our Miao ancestors practiced!"
"Moreover, my grandfather warned me not to leak it easily, otherwise I will anger the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he will definitely not let it go."
Hearing this, Zhang Hao suddenly realized that this was internal strength!
"Okay, now I have taught you everything I need to teach you. Are you ready?" Yang Xiaobao looked at Zhang Hao and asked.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath and nodded seriously.
"Okay! Then be prepared!" Yang Xiaobao said, then he jumped up and kicked Zhang Hao hard in the head.
Whoosh!
Although Zhang Hao's speed was much slower, his reaction was extremely fast and he could barely avoid Yang Xiaobao's sharp kick.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Hao jumped up, raised his hand and punched.
The two fists collided, and a muffled sound was heard.
Zhang Hao's body suddenly flew out and fell heavily to the ground.
"You are too weak!" Yang Xiaobao said contemptuously.
He thought Zhang Hao could hold on for a few moves, but he didn't know that he couldn't even hold on to one move.
Zhang Hao struggled to stand up, then pointed at Yang Xiaobao and said, "Come again!"
Seeing Zhang Hao's stubborn look, Yang Xiaobao grinned and disappeared instantly.
When he appeared again, Yang Xiaobao punched Zhang Hao in the chest.
The crisp sound of bones breaking sounded, and then Zhang Hao's chest collapsed.
Zhang Hao's figure flew out, hit the wooden wall hard, and then slid down.
At this time, Zhang Hao's chest was dented, and three or four of his ribs were broken.
The severe pain stimulated his nerves, causing dense sweat to break out on his forehead, and his face was pale and bloodless.