On the martial arts field in Songyuan, Ming Zhiyuan and Zheng Wuzun were already fighting into a ball of light and shadow. Both of them were extremely fast. When their fists and kicks were added, rumbling sounds continued to sound.
Jiao Zhen sat on the stone bench next to the martial arts arena and watched intently. Mingshan and Mingshen could hardly see how their fists and feet collided.
Mingshan approached Jiao Zhen worriedly and asked, "Jiao Wuzun, will our master be injured?"
Jiao Zhen glanced at Mingshan and didn't want to pay attention to this little Martial God. Then he thought about it and realized that these two people were members of the miraculous doctor's family. He said with a bit of politeness in his tone: "The miraculous doctor is a member of the Martial Arts Master."
Zheng Wuzun is not above the first level of Wuzun. Your family master will be fine. If you want to worry, just worry about Zheng Wuzun."
Mingshan and Mingshen were relieved after hearing Jiao Zhen's words. At this time, Ming Zhiyuan and Zheng Wuzun began to slow down their movements, and the two began to connect with one palm after another. With the first palm, Zheng Wuzun
His body swayed slightly, he took a breath, and when he met Ming Zhiyuan for the second palm, he took two steps back. When the third palm came, he actually took a dozen steps back.
Ming Zhiyuan saw that Zheng Wuzun was obviously no match for him, so he gave up. Seeing Zheng Wuzun put away his palm, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile: "Sir, you are already an intermediate level Wuzun, how can I be you?"
rival?"
Ming Zhiyuan smiled slightly and said: "No problem, it's just a competition, there is no order of precedence. Maybe when we compete, we can also gain some understanding of martial arts."
After finishing speaking, he said to Jiao Zhen: "Jiao Wuzun, you and I are both intermediate level Wuzun. Come on, let's try it too."
Jiao Zhen knew that he was invited to come to the martial arts field just to learn from each other. At that moment, he was not polite and took off his robe, revealing a short fighting outfit.
He jumped into the field in a few steps, raised his fist towards Ming Zhiyuan and said, "Young Master, I'm here to invite you."
Ming Zhiyuan stopped being polite when he raised his fists. He rushed up and hit Jiao Zhen's chest with his fists. Jiao Zhen did not flinch and raised his fists to meet him.
Seeing that the two men were fighting with their spiritual power with all their strength from the beginning, Zheng Wuzun had no time to change out of his soaked clothes and sat on the stone bench on the side, looking at the field without turning his eyes.
Jiao Zhen has been immersed in the middle level of Wu Zun for twenty years, and the foundation of his realm has been consolidated to the point where it can no longer accumulate. When he moved his fists, there was a slight sound of wind and thunder in his fists.
Ming Zhiyuan circulated the aura in his inner elixir to the extreme, and when the two of them exchanged four punches, there was a roaring sound in the entire martial arts arena.
Jiao Zhen retracted his fists and was secretly surprised. He had heard that the Master Miracle Doctor had not been promoted to the intermediate level of Martial Lord for a long time, but his aura was so pure. Although he retracted his fists quickly, at the moment he retracted his fists, he was still talking to Ming Ming.
Zhiyuan felt it in his fists, and the spiritual energy on his body rushed towards him like a rushing river.
Jiao Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the spiritual energy in his Dantian flowed towards his fists. This time he took the initiative to strike, and smashed a pair of fists towards Ming Zhiyuan's face. Ming Zhiyuan squatted slightly, pushed out with both fists, and punched Jiao Zhen again.
, amidst the rumbling sound, the air in the martial arts arena was shaken by the two people's fists, making their bodies seem to be moving.
This time, the two of them fought extremely slowly. Mingshan and Mingshen watched intently. They could only see the two people constantly punching each other, or touching each other with four palms. As the two people's positions continued to change during the fight,
, a circle of footprints half an inch deep appeared on the blue bricks of the martial arts arena.
Brothers Mingshan and Mingshen felt extremely excited when they saw it, and they felt that the blood in their whole bodies was surging with every fist contact between the two in the martial arts arena.
After a while, the two people stopped moving slowly. They looked at each other and suddenly rushed towards each other quickly. Just when the two were about to collide, the two came out together.
At the moment when the four palms met, there was a muffled sound like an invisible giant hammer falling down on the entire martial arts field. After a loud rumble, the green bricks in a radius of more than ten feet under the two people were shattered into pieces.
Ground gravel.
After the loud noise disappeared, the two of them were surrounded by dust of broken bricks. The three people at the edge of the martial arts arena stared closely at the cloud of dust. When the dust slowly dissipated, they saw Jiao Zhen almost squatting.
In front of Ming Zhiyuan, he looked up at Ming Zhiyuan, his palms hanging on his chest, shaking constantly.
"Sir, your spiritual power is too deep, I...I am no match for you."
Ming Zhiyuan slowly retracted his spiritual power into his inner elixir, stretched out his hand to help Jiao Zhen up, and said with a smile: "Is it possible that Master Jiao Wuzhen is letting me go?"
Jiao Zhen shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said: "I have tried my best, but I am afraid that the young master still has more to say."
Ming Zhiyuan hugged his shoulders and laughed, "I tried my best."
When Jiao Zhen heard what he said, he wanted to say something else, but when he saw Ming Zhiyuan looking at him with a half-smile, he had no choice but to shake his head, "I didn't expect that the young master's martial arts and the miracle doctor could practice together like this..."
Before Jiao Zhen could finish speaking, Ming Zhiyuan interrupted him and said: "Jiao Wuzun is afraid of hurting me, which is reasonable, but you can't let me do this again in the future. We have to compete in martial arts together.
Just try your best."
When Jiao Zhen heard this, he closed his mouth, just shook his head and smiled bitterly. Zheng Wuzun and Mingshan Mingshen came up to meet him, "Young Master's martial arts advance rapidly, I can't catch up."
"Master, Ming Shen and I will also have a discussion. Look at us." Ming Shan smiled so brightly that he wanted to take this opportunity to let the three martial masters give some pointers to the two of him.
Ming Zhiyuan nodded and said: "Okay, you two brothers will compete for a while and we will show you."
After he finished speaking, Mingshan and Mingshen looked at each other, and they ran to the field with a smile, and started fighting with punches and kicks.
Ming Zhiyuan, Zheng Wuzun, and Jiao Wuzun were sitting on the stone bench, watching the two brothers punching each other.
Not long after, Ming Zhiyuan said: "Xiao Shen, your Dantian spiritual power is running too slowly, please speed it up."
At this time, Jiao Zhen also said: "Mingshan's lower body's spiritual energy is not functioning well. When attacking with his feet, he must channel all his spiritual energy to his feet."
"When Ming Shen's spiritual power is running, don't hesitate. If you decide to attack, you should pour your spiritual power into your fists without hesitation." Zheng Wuzun also shouted.
The three of them kept reminding Mingshan and Mingshen that these two brothers also worked hard and fought until they had no strength to even lift their fists. Then they lay on the ground and panted. This time they were sparring.
, the three Martial Lords reminded them from time to time, and they were much better than if they had practiced on their own for ten days and a half.
Seeing that the two brothers were too tired to get up, Ming Zhiyuan, Zheng Wuzun, and Jiao Zhen laughed together.
"You two brothers must understand one thing. Unless you are fighting to the death, at any other time, you must leave yourself three points of spiritual power to save your life. When seven points of spiritual power are used up, no matter you win or lose, you must leave immediately. If you
The two of them have exhausted their spiritual power elsewhere, all it takes is a third- and fourth-grade warrior to take advantage of this moment, and you two will be considered accountable."
What Jiao Zhen said was very reasonable. It was also based on his experience of fighting on his own for many years without relying on the big city.
Mingshan and Mingshen pulled each other to stand up and bowed deeply to the three of them, "Mingshan and Mingshen thank Zheng Wuzun and Jiao Wuzun for their advice."
Ming Zhiyuan is the head of their family, and there is no need to say any kind words of thanks in front of outsiders at this time.
Ming Zhiyuan took the two martial arts masters to the front yard, chatted with Jiao Zhen's two brothers for a while, and then returned to the small alchemy courtyard. Lan Yujun always liked to sleep in, and woke up once in the morning, listening to Yu Yi Zhi
It was explained that Zhiyuan went to the martial arts field to spar and fell asleep again.
Ming Zhiyuan knocked on her door, and the little girl stood up with a yawn, opened the door and saw Ming Zhiyuan standing at the door, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Brother Zhiyuan, have you finished the competition?"
"Well, I'm here to ask you, are you still willing to practice martial arts?"
"Practice martial arts? Doesn't it mean that I can no longer practice martial arts? My heart can no longer circulate spiritual power."
Ming Zhiyuan nodded slightly and said: "Yes, but if you want to practice, you can practice slowly and stabilize your heart again, but it will take a lot of time. It may take ten years for others to advance to a big realm, but you may be able to do it.
It will take twenty years, but no matter what, as long as you practice diligently, it doesn't matter if your martial arts progresses slowly."
Lan Yujun looked at Ming Zhiyuan in confusion, suddenly thought of something, and said: "Brother Zhiyuan is afraid that only warriors can travel on the road to heaven?"
Ming Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Yes, even if you can only cultivate to the third or fourth level, you are still a warrior after all."
Lan Yujun looked at Ming Zhiyuan in a daze, and after a while he said with a joyful tone: "It turns out that brother Zhiyuan can't let go of me, and I can't let go of you either. I will start practicing martial arts right away, and I am not afraid of any difficulties."
Ming Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, wondering what else came to her mind when she persuaded this little girl to practice martial arts?
"That's good. You can practice with your grandfather. They are a martial arts family with a history of thousands of years. Their skills and mental methods are naturally unique, so they can continue the family martial arts for thousands of years. It doesn't matter if you don't practice your father's martial arts."
"Yes, yes, I listen to Brother Zhiyuan." Lan Yujun hugged Ming Zhiyuan's arm and said with a smile: "I will go find Grandpa in a moment and start practicing."
Ming Zhiyuan looked at her helplessly and said earnestly: "You are not young anymore. Don't always hold other people's arms and make people laugh at you."
"I hug Brother Zhiyuan's arm, and I don't hug anyone else's arm. Who dares to laugh at me? If you laugh at me, you will laugh at Brother Zhiyuan."
The little girl smiled slyly, blinked her big eyes, and then said, "I'm hungry. Brother Zhiyuan, would you like to eat with me?"
Ming Zhiyuan got up early in the morning and went to the martial arts field to compete. He hasn't eaten until now. When he heard her say this, he suddenly felt hungry.
While the two were talking, they returned to the front yard and asked Lao Zhou to arrange the meal. While eating, Lan Yujun muttered: "Then I have to take the Great Spirit Pill, otherwise I won't be able to compare with others."
Already."
"You can't take the Great Spirit Pill yet. I will refine other elixirs for you to assist in your practice. Without the realm of the God of War, taking the Great Spirit Pill will only damage your Dantian."
"Oh, I understand, I listened to Brother Zhiyuan."
Lan Yujun was extremely well-behaved and was eating in a good mood while looking at Ming Zhiyuan and giggling a few times.