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Chen Ping'an's breathing suddenly stagnated.
This is an instinct, just like when a boy in blue and a girl in pink skirt meet Zhigui, it has nothing to do with the level of their realm, it is purely a powerful suppression of momentum.
Pure martial arts, to a certain extent, the essence of the word pure is here.
The vassal king Song Changjing once made Liu Baqiao, an accomplished swordsman, feel like his skin was being pricked by needles without doing anything in the small town government office.
There was a loud bang.
Just as Chen Ping'an was about to make a move to prevent an unexpected incident, he flew backwards and hit the wall of the bamboo building hard. He collapsed to the ground. After struggling twice, he could only lean against the wall and could not stand up.
, there was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
The old man who kicked Chen Ping'an in the abdomen crossed his arms across his chest, looked down at the miserable straw-shoe boy, and sneered: "You dare to be distracted when you confront someone! You are really looking for death!"
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and stood on the wall as if facing a formidable enemy.
The old man said calmly: "The world only says that there are nine realms in martial arts. I don't know that there are great scenery above the nine realms. You have just touched the threshold of the third realm for the time being. In fact, you have not even laid the foundation stone of the second realm. If I don't show up, you will
In order to pursue the speed of breaking through the realm, once you reach the third realm, I am afraid that you will destroy the foundation of the future achievement of the nine realms. There is absolutely no room for any bells and whistles in the martial arts. What you did before was pretty good, but it is not enough! Because you are in
The first level of Qi dispersion was done poorly!"
Chen Pingan's breathing gradually became smoother. After all, he was a young man who never slacked off in training his body. He had a very good foundation. You must know how high the "average" and "fairly good" words spoken by the old man in front of him were. Zhu He
If a secular martial artist like him could receive such an evaluation, he would probably burst into tears on the spot.
Chen Ping'an hadn't yet understood these twists and turns, so he just said in a trembling voice: "I've learned a lesson."
The old man stepped out, and the whole bamboo building swayed slightly. Li Xisheng's invisible words on the green bamboos were slightly revealed, and a burst of unobtrusive radiance flowed out, just like the moonlight bottle pouring on the stream.
The scene is particularly touching.
The old man's mind moved, but he ignored these external objects. He stared at Chen Ping'an and revealed the secret: "The purpose of the Mud Embryo Realm is to find that innate Qi and build the framework of the martial arts cottage. Qi is the pillar and Qi is the high wall! But!
Before the Qi is completed, it must be completely dispersed, and all the filthy Qi accumulated in the day after tomorrow, and even the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, must be eliminated! A pure martial artist, what is pure, is pure and pure, come and compete with this world!
Don’t be like those qigong practitioners in the mountains, who are so sneaky and sneaky, and in the end they just become the caretakers who look up to others!”
Chen Ping'an heard it half-understood, and deep down in his heart, he did not agree with everything the old man said.
The corner of the old man's mouth curled up and he sneered: "The second realm is commonly known as the Wooden Fetus Realm. I think it's better to say the Mountain Opening Realm. The gods on the mountain are the gods on the mountain, and the martial artist has to split the mountain with just one punch! This realm is tough on the muscles and bones.
Once the foundation is laid, future achievements will not be lost to the Buddha's Vajra Invincible Body or the Taoist's Glazed Invincible Body. We martial artists can also temper a stable and extreme physique. As for military strategists, haha,
It's neither fish nor fowl, the method adopted is like a thief and takes shortcuts, it's extremely ridiculous!"
Military strategists do have a shortcut to the sky. In addition to asking gods to come down from the mountain and possess them, they can also warm up a battlefield heroic spirit in the Qi Mansion. A heroic spirit is a kind of innately powerful ghost that will never leave. Once it is successfully blended with the monk's soul, it will
Physique is like a Taoist alchemy furnace, a blend of water and fire. It belongs to another path. It is an extremely powerful method. However, in the words of this sloppy old man, the military methods are simply not worth mentioning. The tone of his voice is really scary.
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The old man raised his fingers at Chen Ping'an and said, "Come on, come on, I will suppress the realm on the third realm. You use all your strength and beat me to death. If you can beat me even half a step, you will win!"
Chen Ping'an hesitated.
He didn't understand the situation at all. From the old man appearing inexplicably, claiming to be Cui Chan's grandfather, to now inexplicably starting a fight, Chen Ping'an was confused. With Cui Chan's current status, he needed a dilettante like him who was not worthy of the name.
Protection? And the old man himself said that there is no shortcut in martial arts, and his talent is poor. Chen Pingan does not dare to hope that he can reach half the height of Cui Chang in this life. The old man's statement is not contradictory.
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The old man said displeased: "With your kind of mind, you are really boring. If you want to hit me, I will hit you. Why do you want me to kneel down and beg you to punch me?"
The stubborn and stubborn side of Chen Ping'an's character was finally revealed, and he still maintained a defensive posture and remained motionless.
The old man's eyes were dark and unclear, "I just want to ask you, do you want to be among the three realms, and one of the best in the world?!"
Chen Pingan nodded and said without hesitation: "I want to!"
The old man tilted his head slightly, stretched out his finger and pointed at his own head, with an extremely domineering expression, "Then hit him here! Your kid's temperament is not to my liking, but for the sake of the emperor, I will give you more.
If you have a chance, if you have some momentum, I will help you and let you experience the true style of the Three Realms for yourself."
Chen Pingan said slowly: "Is that really a fight? I won't hold back when I punch!"
The old man laughed loudly and said: "Stop talking nonsense, little bitch! Why is there such a cowardless person like you in your family? Do you have a handle in your crotch? Your parents must be cowards, right?"
Chen Ping'an was filled with anger.
People who seem to be kind to others and have a soft heart must have a mental soil as hard as iron, which firmly supports the seemingly stupid kindness in the suffering life.
Such is the case with The Boy from Mud Bottle Alley.
He traveled thousands of miles and practiced boxing day and night.
Chen Pingan took a step forward, bursting out with astonishing speed in an instant, came to the old man, and hit the old man's forehead with a punch with his right hand.
It looked like a punch, but in the end there were two bangs.
An instant later, Chen Ping'an took a few steps back, his arms drooped, and then stepped back again and again.
It turned out that after the first punch hit the old man's forehead, the huge rebound force caused severe pain in Chen Pingan's left arm. However, his fierceness burst out at the same time, and his stronger left fist followed closely, and hit the old man again.
on the old man's head.
Unfortunately, after two punches, the old man remained motionless, yawning, looking bored and hateful. Looking at the embarrassment of the young man not far away, the old man sarcastically said: "Your full punch is just to scratch the itch? I am your wife.
Or are you my wife? I said before that you are a careless little girl, which is true. If I were your father and mother, I would be angry to death."
Chen Pingan's face was gloomy.
"Why, your parents are dead?"
The old man yelled, pretending to be surprised and said: "That would be better, you will definitely make me angry to death."
After the severe pain, Chen Pingan's arms were completely numb and unconscious, but Chen Pingan still walked forward quickly. This time he jumped high, twisted his waist, and hit the left side of the old man's head with a whip kick. In addition to a dull sound,
The old man still showed no abnormality. Chen Pingan took advantage of the situation to turn in the air and hit the right side of the old man's head with his second whip.
This time, after Chen Pingan landed, his feet were weak and his shoulders were raised and lowered. It took several times to stabilize his body.
The old man stared at the crippled boy with an idiotic look on his face and asked: "Since the left leg has suffered enough, why did the right leg exert more force the second time? Don't you know it hurts?"
Chen Ping'an didn't speak, his face was as white as snow, his shoulders were up and down, and his legs were definitely seriously injured.
The old man nodded, "It seems like this is your bottleneck. It's really disappointing."
Chen Ping'an charged forward for the third time, using the six parts of the Mountain Shaking Fist to move forward. Although the speed was a beat slower than the previous two times, his momentum was not reduced at all. The old man was slightly stunned, stood there, and waited quietly at leisure.
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After countless walking moves, the spirit of Shanshanquan has long been integrated into Chen Pingan's soul. Even if his hands and feet are injured, when he starts walking, he is still as powerful as a rainbow.
After the young man with a pale face but determination skillfully walked through the boxing pile, he jumped up high on his toes, raised his head, and suddenly hammered down, hitting the old man's forehead hard.
The young man fell backwards and fell to the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with helplessness.
"Smart people will retreat when faced with difficulties, but you are far behind. But! If you are not smart, that's right. If you want to be a pure martial artist, you don't need to be too smart, because your cleverness will be mistaken for you. For this reason, I...
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The old man then flashed a look of admiration, walked forward step by step, with a smile on his face, and said: "I'll give you a kick!"
A lightning kick came out, the amplitude was very small, just enough to hit the side of Chen Pingan's temple on the ground.
Chen Pingan tried his best to raise an arm to block the fierce and dangerous kick.
In the end, his arms were close to his head, and his whole body was kicked until he hit the foot of the wall. He curled up there, feeling pain everywhere in his body.
The old man stood there, looking down at the poor young man, "I have thoroughly understood your martial arts foundation. This is the appetizer, and the real pain will come next. You go outside to say hello first, and prepare a big bucket soon.
, the best warming herbs, the best medicine for sores, and of course it’s best to prepare a coffin, haha, I’m afraid you’ll hang yourself if you can’t think about it. It’s okay, the family will be reunited underground.”
Chen Ping'an rested for a long time before he could barely get up and limp out of the house. In the corridor outside the house, he saw the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt looking at each other, as well as the god in white who seemed to be gloating about his misfortune.
When Wei Bo saw the embarrassed Chen Ping'an, he suppressed a smile and said: "I'm going to prepare a high-quality medicine jar, medicinal materials, plasters, elixirs, etc. Don't worry, Niujiaoshan Baofuzhai has everything. As for money,
I'll help you with the cushion first, and you'll pay it back when you have the money, so don't worry, but friends are friends, and in business, you still have to charge a little interest."
Chen Pingan squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, nodded, and waited until Wei Bo disappeared, sitting down in the corridor with his back against the wall.
The boy in green asked softly: "Master, is it hard to practice boxing?"
Chen Pingan sat paralyzed on the ground, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably, and he said bitterly: "It's so painful."
To be continued...