When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone in, Ding Sheng slowly opened his eyes. After practicing all night, he did not gain much. When the "Rejuvenation Technique" reached the peak of the fourth level, it was the same as before, unable to make any progress.
How can we reach the fifth level of "Rejuvenation Technique"? Ding Sheng has been thinking about this problem. From the last upgrade, it seems that each time "Rejuvenation Technique" is improved, extremely cruel conditions are required. Maybe Yuanhuo can improve the skill again.
Bar.
However, according to Master, it is difficult to determine the location and find Yuanhuo. But if he wants to break through, it seems that there is no better choice besides Yuanhuo. Do he have to commit suicide by himself? Ding Sheng felt helpless because even if
If he commits suicide, he may be brought back to life by force, and sometimes being too weak may not be a good thing.
Maybe it's time to travel outside and look for Yuanhuo. No matter what, there are still some signs of Yuanhuo that can be detected. After thinking about this, Ding Sheng left the room and went to the martial arts training ground of the other courtyard after a long absence, and stood quietly in front of the wooden pile.
Standing here again after so many years, Ding Sheng felt emotional in his heart. After a while, he gathered his thoughts and sat down on his horse.
drink!!!
Ding Sheng punched the wooden stake with a simple and unpretentious punch. This punch had no strength and no moves at all. Bang! The wooden stake was hit by the force of the punch, but it did not move at all.
Frowning slightly, Ding Sheng felt that this punch seemed to be worse than when he hit the wooden stake when he was a child. At that time, there was almost no strength, but when the punch was struck, it felt like he was moving forward without any hesitation.
After looking at his fist and then at the wooden stake, Ding Sheng vaguely grasped a vague understanding in his heart.
drink!!!
Ding Sheng punched the wooden stake again, but still didn't add any force.
Poof! A small dent was instantly made on the wooden stake. Ding Sheng's eyes shrank slightly and his body froze.
What exactly is boxing? What exactly is fighting? Why can't I resist Liu Minghan's combat attack with a strength of 360,000 kilograms? Is it really a lack of strength?
No, it is definitely not a lack of strength, but that I have been too dependent on strength for a long time and have neglected many equally important things.
A series of thoughts kept flashing in Ding Sheng's mind. After about a cup of tea, a bright light flashed in Ding Sheng's eyes, and then he punched the wooden stake again.
Click! A punch without any force instantly broke the wooden stake as thick as a baby's arm, and a hint of joy appeared on Ding Sheng's face.
It turns out that this is the case. No wonder Liu Minghan was able to rely on his combat skills to not only resolve the force of 360,000 kilograms, but also to injure himself. Thinking of this, Ding Sheng began to punch one after another, so simple that he could no longer simply hit it.
on all nearby wooden piles.
Click, click, click...
Within a few breaths, all the wooden stakes were easily broken by Ding Sheng. But this time, Ding Sheng frowned slightly again and stared at the broken cracks for an instant.
call!
Suddenly, Ding Sheng punched the air, creating a gust of wind. Then, he punched out with a simple punch, creating another gust of wind.
Ding Sheng shook his head and sighed slightly. He had clearly grasped something extremely subtle just now, but once he punched out, he couldn't grasp it instantly. This was like catching a loach. He clearly caught it but accidentally caught it.
It slipped away again, then grabbed it again, and slipped away again. The harder I tried to grab it, the faster it slipped.
Taking a deep breath, Ding Sheng let his mind completely calm down.
After a long time, Ding Sheng landed another simple punch.
Poof! As the fist was struck, a gust of wind rose up out of thin air. At the same time, a small tree three feet away was instantly knocked down by the void of the fist.
Hoo ho ho!
Ding Sheng ignored this change and continued to punch one after another, and punched out more and more slowly.
Time passed by, and the servants passing by the other courtyard looked at Ding Sheng in surprise. Although everyone thought it was strange for the young master to practice, they were sensible enough and did not come to disturb him.
As Ding Sheng punched out one punch after another, the originally fluctuating air gradually calmed down, until finally there was no trace of energy left.
At this time, Ding Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up, he turned around and punched the ground.
puff!
The fist hit the ground without any hindrance, just like the sharp tip of a knife piercing tofu. Not only did it not make a loud noise, but everything was extremely calm.
Seeing such a scene, Ding Sheng's mouth finally showed a slight smile, but it immediately turned into a helpless smile. In less than a few breaths, the ground began to crack with his fist as the center.
go.
Kick Kick Kick!
In less than a blink of an eye, the ground was instantly covered with cracks that looked like spider webs.
Shaking his head helplessly, Ding Sheng knew in his heart that this kind of practice might not be feasible overnight, but as long as he could grasp this artistic conception, he would be confident that next time he meets an opponent with second-grade combat skills like Liu Minghan, he can completely
Defeat with strength.
Strength also requires mastering the method of use.
Although the original falling wave kill and bomb kill were good methods of use, they were still a bit rough and simple after all. Now Ding Sheng has truly mastered the method of using power.
At this moment, indeed, a master with the strength of a martial artist would never believe that Ding Sheng was just a sixteen-year-old boy when he saw his condition. Because this is a talent for grasping power, and it is a talent that can only be achieved by long-term and hard training of the body.
Even if they have the talent to grasp the five-fifths of heaven and earth, it is very difficult to pursue this way of power.
Power is alive, and Ding Sheng happened to catch a trace of it. Just this trace was enough for him to embark on a cultivation method that was completely different from that on Yuanwu Continent.
This is not a move, not even a skill, it is just a kind of artistic conception. If you can understand it, you will understand it. If you can't, you will never understand it for the rest of your life. At this moment, Ding Sheng began to punch one after another. Only in this way, he
Only then can you feel the changes after the strength is lost a little bit.
This is a way that is mysterious and mysterious, and extremely difficult to understand.
While Ding Sheng was practicing selflessly, a servant came over with a frown on his face.
"Young Master, please go to the meeting hall."
Although he was a little unhappy to be interrupted midway, Ding Sheng didn't say anything and nodded and let him go down first.
After a few more punches, Ding Sheng knew in his heart that the way to this kind of power could not be understood overnight. Only by practicing persistently, he might one day be able to master it completely.
Therefore, he stopped practicing and went back to the house to wash up a little before heading to the meeting hall.