"So that's the case, I said, you have turned your back, talking like a smoke bomb. It's not reliable at all." Qiao Jun suddenly.
"Master, you can't be angry, in fact I didn't want to lie to you..."
Feng'er was about to continue, but was interrupted by Qiao Jun, "You don't need to say any more, I know what you are going to say. You don't want to do this again in the future."
"Yes! Master." Feng Er said obediently.
"Can you let me go now, right?" Qiao Jun said angrily.
"Hee hee." Feng'er smiled lightly, and then saw her slender hand lifted up, Qiao Jun immediately felt that he had recovered his freedom.
After regaining his freedom, he looked around and said, "Now I have changed my mind. I can't rely on you to solve the mystery of this castle. I have to rely on myself."
"Then Feng'er stay here to watch the master solve the mystery of the old castle." Feng'er said immediately. She is very happy that Qiao Jun can do this, because this is the master in her mind.
Qiao Jun nodded, and then looked at a wooden board hanging on the wall. He always felt that the wooden board appeared here very strange, and it was worth his thoughtful turn over.
He looked at the wooden board, and between his palms, there was a sudden suction force. With a sigh, he sucked the wooden board over, and then he directly grabbed the wooden board in his right hand.
The board is made of red sandalwood, the kind of invaluable wood, very old, and it is as tall as Qiao Jun.
A middle-aged heroic man engraved on the wooden board, looking extremely bleak, not knowing how much frost he had experienced, it made people feel palpitation.
With his hands on his back, his eyes open, he looked up at the endless starry sky, his mouth was open, and he seemed to be roaring unwillingly.
"Master, he is the master of this ancient castle." Feng'er walked over and said suddenly, "In the ancient chaos period, he was the creator of the ancient clan and the patron saint of the ancient clan. He was extremely powerful and could be very powerful. The demon world contends. Later he fell in the battle of gods. And this old castle is the place for him to practice."
After Qiao Jun heard this, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said faintly: "Feng'er, if I guessed correctly, the exercise chart painted on the wall just now should be what he learned all his life, right?"
"Master, did you guess it all?" Feng Er said immediately.
"You reminded me that. If I couldn't think of it, how is it different from an idiot." Qiao Jun said not curiously.
"How much can you remember, Master?" Feng Er asked impatiently.
"As long as my spiritual sense has swept the place, I can remember it in my heart." Qiao Jun said proudly.
"Then master, please practice! Only after learning the above techniques can you consider the next step." Feng Er urged.
"Hehe, this is definitely going to be practiced. There are very few opportunities like this." Qiao Jun said, sitting cross-legged on the spot, closing his eyes.
Soon, his whole person fell into a state of selflessness of the unity of nature and man. At the same time, the practice diagrams painted on the wall, as if they were turning a book, were slowly linked together, finally forming a humanoid shadow.
This figure phantom stepped on gossip steps and danced with his hands. In the boundless vast space, he was practicing a set of extremely strange boxing techniques.
This boxing technique seems slow, but in fact it is getting faster and faster. From the beginning of every move, every style, to every punch later, there are many changes, weird and unrecognizable, and the momentum is like thunder.
Soon every move and every style of the humanoid phantom played, as if countless fists were dancing in the air.
Especially the unchanging gossip step is getting faster and faster later. When the sturdy and powerful legs are together, it seems like countless legs are stepping on the neat gossip step, and the momentum is like an overwhelming mountain, and each leg has a belt. The power of terror.
With the rapid agitation of the gossip steps, a miracle appeared, and the space around the phantom of the human figure had completely changed. It was originally extremely empty, but at this moment, the bright moon was in the sky, and the blue sky and white clouds.
But the human figure phantom stepped on the void, and the fist became more and more exquisite and faster as he practiced.
Every move and every style he practiced, from the beginning of the rigidity and the softness, changes in many ways, to the rigidity of the moment, the ever-changing, making this human figure look erratic, fleeing and fleeing.
What's more frightening is that every time he punches, he has the same momentum as the top of the mountain.
The power contained in the fist is even more terrifying, giving people the feeling that as long as each fist falls, it can blast a mountain.
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I don't know how long it took, Qiao Jun closed his eyes suddenly and opened his eyes, and soon a stunned light burst out of his star pupils.
He restrained his momentum, stood up while meditating, and then looked at Feng'er, who looked shocked, and smiled lightly: "I didn't expect this set of boxing techniques to be so terrifying. I actually realized something that is unclear from a piece of boxing technique , You said that if a fist hits it, it doesn't count as if it can transform the sky full of fist marks, and it can also take away all the power in a space. What is this?"
"It's the realm of boxing!" Feng Er said in shock immediately.
"The realm of boxing?" Qiao Jun wondered.
"Yes, the realm of fists. The so-called realm of fists is a certain area where the power emitted by the fist can occupy a certain area. In this area, only the fist speaks the fist, and everything else is floating clouds.
In the realm of fists, if the opponent can't break free from the realm of fists, they can only be strangled by the momentum of the fist. "Feng'er explained, using the eyes of the bride looking at the groom, and looking at Qiao Jun, who had a confident expression.
After Qiao Jun listened to this, his composure expression gradually became shocked, "Unexpectedly, the realm of fist is so terrible. I must expand this realm of fist to my divine consciousness in the future. If my divine consciousness is so terrible, I can go up to five floors in the future."
"Master, you have a very good idea. I support you, but Master, what you are doing so far is still not understood. Even if you learn the'Promise Divine Fist', you can't break the wall here." Feng'er's rosy lips There was a small smile on the side.
"You said this is the'Wuji Divine Fist'?" Qiao Jun asked immediately.
"Right. What's the matter?" Feng'er was surprised.
"Don't hide it. I can't read the words on the wall at all. I just practiced according to the painting. So I didn't know that it was the Promise Divine Fist." Qiao Jun said in embarrassment.
"What? You! Okay! I'll help you!" Feng'er finally understood why Qiao Jun just mentioned the Promise Shenquan, so she had that expression, so she did not hesitate to raise a slender jade finger , Pressed on Qiao Jun’s forehead, and soon a mark of divine consciousness penetrated into Qiao Jun’s brain...
After some digestion, Qiao Jun finally learned what the imprint of divine consciousness was. That energy turned out to be the words used by the ancient people to communicate and communicate during the Chaos Period.
This made him very shocked by Feng'er's methods, and also let him know what was inscribed on the stone tablet
The font engraved on the stone tablet roughly means that in the ancient times, the owner of the ancient castle hid it in the ancient castle in order to pass on the Wuji Divine Fist and the Wuji Sword Technique. If future generations can understand the profoundness of these two faculties, the castle will automatically recognize the master.
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