Following a command, more than sixty young men stood up straight, calmed down their thoughts, got rid of distracting thoughts, and performed a set of fierce tiger punches with uniform movements.
After practicing the boxing skills twice, everyone was slightly sweaty. The strong man called out a few young men and pointed out their shortcomings. Finally, he said: "The daily morning exercises are just to stop everyone from sleeping in. The real efforts are still there."
You have to rely on your usual self-awareness. Yesterday Zijie broke through to the sixth level again. You have to learn more from him. Okay, let's disband!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at the young man next to Chen Zining with envy on their faces. Chen Zining slapped Chen Zijie on the shoulder. He didn't care about the other person's grinning and said: "Okay, I'll catch up with you kid."
Now, where will your brother’s face go?”
Chen Zijie is more than two years younger than him, and has caught up with him now. If it weren't for yesterday's adventure, I wouldn't be jealous of him now.
Chen Zijie broke free from his clutches, rubbed his shoulders, rolled his eyes and said, "Who can blame you? While you were holding books all day long, I was working hard to practice Qi."
A shorter boy next to him said: "Yes, you, a nerd, should read less books. I remember that you have not been promoted for almost a year. Be careful, Ajie will surpass you in less than half a year."
“What a beautiful thought!”
The teenagers joked and joked for a while, and then went home to eat.
After breakfast, Chen Zining took a rest and went to the square again. In the morning, he practiced equipment, mainly a set of sword skills, a set of spear skills, bow and arrow exercises and several combination attack formations. There were no special names.
They are all exercises passed down from the military, and some have been added or deleted based on the characteristics of the mountains.
Different from the compulsory morning exercises, the morning exercises are voluntary, but any teenager who has nothing to do will go there. After all, it is much better to have the best teacher in the village to teach and practice with your peers than to figure it out alone.
There were nearly a hundred people sweating in the square, which was also divided into two areas: adults and teenagers. Everyone was either practicing alone, or they were fighting with wooden swords and guns. He walked up to the strong man who taught everyone in the morning and called out.
He said: "Uncle Lin."
Chen Guanglin is three years older than Chen Guangming. He is the chief instructor of the village. He has the eighth level of warrior cultivation and is second only to the old patriarch in the clan.
Chen Guanglin nodded when he saw him and said: "Zi Ning, you have practiced your moves very well, but you rarely practice sparring. Zikang! Come here."
A tall, muscular young man ran over with a wooden stick in his hand, one end of which was wrapped in a piece of cloth.
Chen Guanglin pointed at Chen Zining and said, "You and Zining have a knife-to-gun fight, show no mercy, and see if you two have made any progress these days?" After saying that, he took a wooden knife and handed it to Chen Zining.
Chen Zikang smiled at Chen Zining and said, "Zining, did you hear that? I won't show mercy. I'll make you look miserable in a while, but don't blame me." He wrapped one end of the stick with a strip of cloth.
, poked again and again in a wooden barrel filled with white powder.
Chen Zining waved his wooden knife in several postures and retorted: "It's a joke, it's not like I haven't beaten you before. Whose butt was stabbed by me with two sticks last time?"
Chen Zikang's face turned red and he said, "That's because you are cunning and deliberately used words to deceive me. I will never be fooled by you this time."
At that moment, the two of them were facing each other at a distance of ten feet. Some teenagers who were tired from training also stopped and gathered around to watch.
After a while, Chen Zikang, who couldn't hold himself any longer, let out a scream, shook out a spear from the wooden stick in his hand, and stabbed Chen Zining quickly, making a whistling sound.
Chen Zining smiled, and in an instant, his whole mind entered an incredible state. Compared with before, his Qi was not much stronger, but Qingwuzi's thousands of years of practice and fighting experience were integrated into his soul.
, although one is martial arts and the other is cultivation, but all methods are unified and have their own similarities.
Chen Zining looked at the gun head that was getting closer and closer, and slowly moved the wooden knife in his hand forward. He only used three-thirds of force and gently twisted the front end of the wooden stick. It happened that Chen Zikang's old strength had been exhausted and the new strength had not yet been generated.
The point of contact!
The wooden stick in Chen Zikang's hand slipped, and he felt like he couldn't hold it. He was about to change his moves, but he saw Chen Zining take a step forward and get two feet closer. The wooden knife in his hand was pointing in the direction of his advance, so he had to take a step back.
He lifted the stick and swept it towards Chen Zining's lower body, trying to disrupt his opponent's pace.
Chen Zining did not retreat but advanced instead. He made a wrong step and slashed down with the wooden knife. After hitting a point, he then moved forward and slashed towards Chen Zikang's five fingers. Chen Zikang retreated again.
Chen Guanglin's eyes lit up as he watched from the side. He clearly felt that Chen Zining's movements were unusually easy and freehand, and he could use them freely. The wooden knife in his hand was like a calligrapher's brush, and he was very handy. The sound of the wooden tools hitting each other was not loud, obviously.
He didn't use much force, but he forced his proud disciple to retreat step by step, his figure was scattered, and he was unable to save himself!
This is clearly a sign of mastering the essence of sword skills. Even he, with the same strength, cannot achieve such an effect.
Just when he was distracted, Chen Zining turned the back of the knife upside down and struck the opponent's wrists on both hands. Chen Zikang suddenly felt that his hands were numb, and the energy in his body could not be used at all. He couldn't help but loosen his fingers, and the stick was taken away.
The fight ended in such an understatement. Except for Chen Guanglin, everyone around him was at a loss. They didn't understand why Chen Zining only took a few steps and knocked a few times with his wooden knife. His opponent
The stick fell away.
At that moment, several young men shouted with a smile: "Zikang, what's wrong with you? Did you not have enough food in the morning?"
"It's also possible that I ate too much and was exhausted."
Chen Guanglin waved his hand to tell the troublemakers to go away, and said to Chen Zikang: "You kid, are you kidding?"
Chen Zikang rolled his eyes and said, "How could it be possible? I'm confused too. This guy seems to be possessed by the God of War. He seizes my weakness every time and gets the first move."
Chen Zining sweated secretly after hearing this, and thought to himself: "You are really right, but I am not possessed by the God of War, but by a cultivator from another world."
Chen Guanglin was very interested. He turned to Chen Zining and said, "Let's give it a try."
Chen Zining immediately cried out in pain: "Uncle Lin, don't be joking, you can kill me with one strike."
"Don't worry, I'll only use strength similar to that of Wu Sheng's sixth level."
Seeing his firm expression, Chen Zining had no choice but to agree.
Chen Zining put down his wooden sword and picked up Chen Zikang's wooden stick. He understood that even if Chen Guanglin only used the same strength as him, with his combat experience, he would not be able to let his opponent easily get close to him. With a wooden stick, the so-called "one-inch"
"Longer and stronger by an inch", use this advantage to seize the opponent's weakness first, restrain the opponent's hands and feet, and become invincible first.
Sure enough, at the beginning of the game, Chen Zining did not attack, but pointed the long stick in his hand at Chen Guanglin's main hall, keeping his feet steady and looking at the opponent with a smile on his face.
Chen Guanglin raised the wooden knife in his hand and moved towards Chen Zining. Unexpectedly, the moment he moved his body, a gun head wrapped in cloth appeared in front of his eyes. It was exactly where his heart was. It was as if he had taken the initiative.
Have their vitals delivered to their doorstep.
Chen Guanglin had no choice but to withdraw his long-prepared strength and withdraw his body. It would be shameful to have a white dot on his clothes by a fourteen-year-old junior. He pulled the wooden knife in his hand and twisted it towards the long stick. Chen Zining
Not wanting to work hard, he lowered the stick and got out of the way.
When Chen Guanglin attacked again, the head of the wooden stick hit him again, just at the weak spot under his right knee. Chen Guanglin didn't have to calculate. Before his wooden sword was placed on the opponent's head, he must have been hit first. He couldn't help but feel
He retreated again, but every time he attacked, it was as if Chen Zining had predicted his thoughts, and the gun was always on the vital point that he must save.