"Can you still fight?" Yang Xiaobao curled his lips and urged him, "Hurry up!"
Zhang Hao hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.
Yang Xiaobao's strength is too terrifying. He has no chance of winning at all, so he can only follow his arrangements.
"Since you agree, let's start." Yang Xiaobao chuckled and then stretched out his palm.
"Are you sure you want to compete with me?" Zhang Hao frowned, "What if he loses?"
"I won, the secret will belong to me, if I lose, I will let you deal with it!" Yang Xiaobao said lightly.
"I hope you don't lie to me!"
Zhang Hao took a deep breath and calmed down his agitation.
"Come on!" Yang Xiaobao waved his hand.
Zhang Hao closed his eyes and tried to keep himself calm.
Gradually, obscure texts appeared in Zhang Hao's mind.
The words seemed to be alive, and kept spinning around Zhang Hao.
As these words ran, his breath became rapid.
"Don't be distracted, focus!"
Yang Xiaobao's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, which scared Zhang Hao's hair standing up all over his body, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
However, the next moment, Yang Xiaobao pressed Zhang Hao's shoulder and pushed him to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Hao shouted with a pale face.
"Don't talk nonsense, learn the secrets well!" Yang Xiaobao smirked, sat on Zhang Hao's belly, wrapped his arms around him, and controlled him firmly.
Zhang Hao struggled hard, but to no avail.
Just when Zhang Hao was desperate, a strange phenomenon suddenly arose—
Accompanied by a strange buzzing sound, wisps of golden light slowly flowed into Zhang Hao's mind, and then a scripture condensed in his mind.
"I learned it!" When the scriptures in my mind completely disappeared, Zhang Hao yelled excitedly and then struggled desperately.
"Boy, you're crazy!" Yang Xiaobao hurriedly let go of Zhang Hao.
He didn't expect that Zhang Hao had just understood the internal skills and mental methods in the secret book.
"I have finally learned the martial arts of this world! Hahaha!" Zhang Hao burst into laughter excitedly.
"Have you learned it?"
Yang Xiaobao stared at Zhang Hao with a suspicious face, 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 skills?" Zhang Hao glanced at him and said, "Just just now, the basic mental method of the Yi Jin Jing, "Yi Jin Jing", is the classic of our Miaojiang sect!"
"Yi Jin Jing?" Yang Xiaobao scratched his head, "I haven't heard of this name before."
"The Yijin Jing was created by my grandfather. It is a top-level internal martial arts! Many people in our village know the Yijin Jing!" Zhang Hao explained.
Yang Xiaobao nodded and continued, "You are right. The Yijin Jing is indeed the top internal martial arts in our Miao people. Unfortunately, it has been lost for a long time, so it is almost impossible if you want to practice it."
When Zhang Hao heard this, his brow frowned slightly, "Since the Yijin Jing is a top-level internal martial art, why is it lost?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed, shook his head and said, "It is said that our Miao ancestors once worshipped Marshal Mo, the leader of the Chinese martial arts world, and studied the "Yi Jin Jing".
"But before my grandfather died, my grandfather told me that the "Yi Jin Jing" is not a real martial art, but an internal martial arts method."
"Martial arts are divided into external skills, internal skills and true qi, and what our Miao ancestors cultivate is the true qi!"
"And, my grandfather warned me not to leak it easily, otherwise he would anger the leader of the martial arts world, and he would definitely not give up."
Hearing this, Zhang Hao suddenly realized that this is internal strength!
"Okay, what should be taught now has been taught. Are you ready?" Yang Xiaobao looked at Zhang Hao and asked.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath and nodded with emphasis.
"Okay! Then you're ready!" Yang Xiaobao said that, then jumped up and kicked Zhang Hao in the head.
Whoosh!
Although Zhang Hao's speed was much slower, he reacted very quickly and could barely avoid Yang Xiaobao's sharp kick.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Hao jumped up and raised his hand and punched him.
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 to a few moves, but who knew he couldn't even hold on to a single move.
Zhang Hao struggled to stand up, then hooked his finger at Yang Xiaobao and said, "Come again!"
Looking at Zhang Hao's stubborn appearance, Yang Xiaobao grinned and his figure disappeared from the spot instantly.
When it appeared again, Yang Xiaobao punched Zhang Hao in the chest.
The sound of crisp bones breaking sounded, and then Zhang Hao's chest collapsed.
Zhang Hao's figure flew backwards, hit the wooden wall heavily, and then slid down.
At this time, Zhang Hao's chest was sunken, and three or four ribs were broken.
The severe pain stimulated his nerves, causing dense sweat to appear on his forehead, and his face was pale and bloodless.