Yang Jue was stunned for a while, then he laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, let me see how much you weigh, how dare you challenge me!"
The spectators who were about to leave gathered around again and started talking.
"Who is this person? How dare you challenge Mountain Shaker Yang Jue?"
"Looking at how young he is, he probably hasn't heard of Yang Jue's name, right?"
"Xu is a country bumpkin who just came to the city. He's boring, boring..."
In the hall.
Chu Fan didn't waste any time and punched directly.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Yang Jue snorted coldly, then pushed out a palm to meet Chu Fan's fist.
Bang...
With a deep muffled sound, the burly Yang Jue took a few steps back before he could stabilize his figure.
He was short of breath, his face turned red, and he stared at Chu Fan with wide eyes: "You..."
Chu Fan had already stepped forward and punched Yang Jue on the chest again, directly knocking the burly Yang Jue to the ground.
Two punches!
With only two punches, Chu Fan knocked Yang Jue over.
The lobby suddenly fell silent, and the onlookers were stunned, as if they had not yet reacted to the scene in front of them.
At this time, Chu Fan walked up the stairs and said energetically: "I live in Room A, No. 1. Anyone who is dissatisfied can come up to me!"
In the quiet lobby, the only sound was Chu Fan's footsteps going upstairs.
After entering Room A, Chu Fan, who closed the door, quickly put away the high-spirited expression on his face and returned to his usual calm.
He just came out to challenge Yang Jue. On the one hand, he wanted to know the general level of the other warriors participating in the martial arts competition this time. On the other hand, he also wanted to build momentum for himself.
His goal is to win the first prize in one fell swoop, become the top scholar in martial arts, and obtain Zhu Guo.
Therefore, there is no room for him to keep a low profile. Instead of passively becoming the focus of attention, being tested and investigated by others, it is better to jump out on his own initiative and attract the attention of all forces.
Being in the spotlight like this, all parties will worry about each other, forming a kind of check and balance.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Chu Fan thought about the fight just now and thought: "Strange, the warriors here are weaker than expected!"
Yang Jue did master Qi Jin, but his use of Qi Jin was extremely crude.
It is clear that Chu Fan is superior to Chu Fan in terms of strength and energy, but he seems to have no idea about the techniques of releasing energy. He failed to defeat Chu Fan in boxing, and was defeated by Chu Fan in a daze.
Thinking back to the black-clothed killers he met in the ruined temple before who didn't even understand Qi Jin, Chu Fan felt that this warrior in the world was very strange.
As soon as he had an idea, he took out the "Demon Bull Boxing Manual" from his baggage.
He didn't care to take a closer look before, but now he turned over it seriously, and then his brows became more and more wrinkled, and his face became more and more weird.
He originally thought that this "Demon Bull Boxing Manual" was being snatched by others, so he must have some knowledge.
But when he took a closer look, he found that this was a third-rate boxing book. No, not even a third-rate boxing book. Let alone the "Zhenwu Fist" he practiced, even the worst "Yangqi Fist" in Jiuzhou.
》Nothing is as good as that.
This is not the reason for the moves, but simply because there are serious loopholes in this boxing manual.
The so-called ‘Nine Apertures’ during the Aperture Refining Stage is actually just a general term.
For example, the hand acupoints do not refer to a single acupuncture point on the hand, but a collective name for the twenty-eight key acupoints on the hands. Only when all twenty-eight key acupoints are penetrated can the hand be considered open.
orifice.
For example, "Yangqi Fist" has a map of all the twenty-eight acupuncture points.
As for Chu Fan's practice of "Zhenwu Fist", he not only needs to open the most critical twenty-eight acupoints, but also needs to open six additional auxiliary acupoints, for a total of thirty-four hand acupoints.
I really developed my skills.
The same is true for other apertures such as foot apertures, eye apertures, nose apertures, mouth apertures, ear apertures, body apertures, and heart apertures.
Among the nine orifices, the only one that refers to one acupoint is the ancestral orifice located between the eyebrows.
The "Devil Ox Fist Manual" in Chu Fan's hand only has a map of the eighteen acupoints on both hands, so even if all eighteen acupoints are opened, he will only gain some weak energy at most.
It cannot reach the level where the Qi energy can be continuously penetrated after twenty-eight acupoints are penetrated.
"No wonder there are magic weapons and things like Zhu Guo, but there are no monks at the elixir condensation stage. It turns out that the problem lies in the technique."
Chu Fan gradually understood.
The orifice refining stage is the cornerstone of cultivation. If serious hidden dangers are planted during the orifice refining stage, the hope of reaching the elixir condensation stage will be very slim.
The next day, Chengnan Campus.
An invigilator stood on the ring and shouted: "Xu Maocai versus Niu Wanjin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from below, and then a warrior jumped onto the ring and shouted to everyone: "Which one is the ox ten thousand pounds!"
The laughter grew louder.
Everyone in the audience looked left and right, looking for the cow Wanjin.
"I am here!"
Among the crowd, Chu Fan responded and walked onto the ring.
Yes, the young man who was poisoned to death in the ruined temple was named Niu Wanjin. Chu Fan took his route guide and recommendation letter, so he could only participate in the martial arts examination in his name.
But Chu Fan didn't care too much about this, because just by listening to his name, he could feel the simplest expectations of Niu Wanjin's parents for their son.
Xu Maocai on the stage glanced sideways at Chu Fan and said with a smile: "Are you the same as Niu Wanjin?"
Chu Fan nodded slightly: "Yes!"
Xu Maocai sneered and said: "Tsk tsk, then let me test whether you have the strength of ten thousand catties!"
The invigilator on the field seemed to know Xu Maocai. Hearing Xu Maocai ridicule Chu Fan, his face immediately darkened: "Maocai, be careful and don't hurt anyone on the ring!"
Xu Maocai waved his hand: "Don't worry, Uncle Clan, I don't have to be serious at all when dealing with a bumpkin!"
The invigilator then retreated to the sidelines and announced: "The competition begins!"
Xu Maocai stretched his arms, then turned his palms into fists, and grinned: "What a mess of guys come to participate in martial arts competitions, and they don't even care whether they have this fate!"
Chu Fan walked directly towards Xu Maocai.
Seeing this, Xu Maocai chuckled and said, "You don't even know how to do footwork? I really don't know how you, a country bumpkin, got the recommendation letter. You must have picked it up!"
Chu Fan didn't waste any time and waved his fists directly: "The Demonic Bull charges to the top!"
Xu Maocai smiled and faced him fist to fist.
In his opinion, the Niu Wanjin in front of him was not only a country bumpkin, but also a fool who dared to fight with him!
Bang...
There was a muffled sound, and then a figure flew out of the ring like a kite, and fell hard to the ground.
"What?!"
Everyone in the audience was shocked, because the person who was punched away was not the Niu Wanjin they expected, but Xu Maocai, who was well-known in the capital.
On the ring, Chu Fan turned his head and asked the invigilator who was also stunned: "Excuse me, when will the next game start?"
