In the middle of the night, the full moon hangs high in the sky, and the bright white moonlight shines on the earth, and the frost is like snow.
The small lake is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the full moon, as if it contains another world, and the lake is covered with white moonlight.
Chen Zong was lying by the small lake with his hands behind his head, bathed in the moonlight, just staring at the bright moon in a daze, his mind was confused.
Paying so much and gaining so little is always a bit reconciled.
But in martial arts, hard training is not enough, you need external support, otherwise you will just empty yourself out and eventually wear yourself down. Like Chen Zhigang, he can eat the flesh and blood of beasts every meal to strengthen his body, and he can also take more medicines. Energy pills assist in cultivation. It is said that the children of those big families in Fengwu City can take an energy pill every now and then.
If Dad’s cultivation base is still there, it would be easy for Chen Zong to eat the flesh and blood of beasts every day, and it would not be difficult to take an energy pill at intervals, but if there is no if, the fact is the fact, and one energy pill will be given out every three months It was the time Chen Zong was looking forward to the most, but today it was destroyed.
Sometimes thinking about it, Chen Zong was at a loss.
Insufficiency of Qi and blood is congenital, unless there is a suitable medicine to improve it, it will always exist, seriously hindering him, and making Chen Zong's dreams and goals far away.
But the precious medicine is so rare that even my dad who once had the seventh level of energy and blood realm couldn't get it.
Thinking about it, Chen Zong suddenly felt that the moonset tonight seemed particularly bright.
"No... It seems that something has fallen." Trying to widen his eyes to see clearly, he saw a light brighter than the moon falling quickly: "It seems to be coming towards me..."
"Not good!" At the moment when the ray of light fell like a sword, Chen Zong finally came to his senses, and when he was about to dodge, the ray of light like a sword seemed to know his intention. Between eyebrows.
As if being pierced through the head, severe pain swept through the whole body like a torrent, directly knocking Chen Zong into a coma.
…
"Where is this place?" Chen Zong looked around in a daze, the surroundings were filled with darkness and emptiness, he couldn't see his own body when he lowered his head, but he could feel his own existence, which was very strange.
Silver rays of light diffused from a distance, attracting Chen Zong to fly away. After flying for an unknown amount of time, Chen Zong saw the light source, and a ball of silver light was still in the center of the dark void. The closer it was, the more shocking Chen Zong was. .
The silver light seems to be formed by countless silver black dragons intertwined and intertwined. Each silver black dragon seems to come from nothingness, connecting heaven and earth, penetrating time and space, and containing endless mysteries.
In the center of the rays of light woven by countless silver black dragons, there is a piece of fragment suspended quietly, shaped like a sword tip, silvery white all over, exuding ancient and profound waves.
Constantly approaching, finally, Chen Zong's consciousness drifted into the brilliance woven by the silver blue dragon, and the moment he touched the sword tip, something seemed to explode, impacting all directions, making Chen Zong completely unconscious.
Suddenly, the light flickered between the eyebrows, and the charm shocked the world, surpassing the light of the bright moon.
Layers of light spread like water waves, permeating every part of Chen Zong's body, as if something was being squeezed out of Chen Zong's body continuously.
After the moon passed, it gradually sank to the west, and the streamer light on Chen Zong's body returned to the center of his brows, the light was introverted, his fingers moved unconsciously, his eyelids trembled and opened, at first he was dazed, then sharp, and the stench penetrated his nostrils, as if he was dead The rats that had rotted for several days made Chen Zong retch.
"How could this happen?" Chen Zong exclaimed, there was a layer of sticky sludge on his hands, and his eyesight was better than before. Under the bright moonlight, he could still clearly distinguish black and red, which was the source of the stench.
He hurriedly took off his clothes and jumped into the lake to scrub vigorously. After scrubbing ten times, he washed off the black and red sludge on his body. Chen Zong was surprised to find that his skin had become fair and rosy like a baby. The paleness and dryness of congenital blood deficiency and the various scars left by excessive martial arts training no longer exist.
The whole body is light, as if he can fly with a single jump, his heart is strong, his blood is strong, and his whole body is full of strength. This feeling is unprecedented, and Chen Zong can't stop laughing, causing waves of shock.
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After not sleeping all night, Chen Zong was in high spirits.
"Great, not only the root cause of the congenital lack of blood energy has been eliminated, there is no more weakness, the blood energy is full, and even the cultivation base has broken through to the second floor of the blood energy realm." By the small lake, excitement was overflowing on Chen Zong's face.
"It is said that some high-year precious medicines have the power of cutting the pulse and washing the marrow. Is it like me?"
"Strength is stronger, speed is faster, reaction is quicker, and even the brain is more flexible. It's like being reborn."
While talking, Chen Zong put on a tiger crouching pose, his heart beating, his blood qi surging, stronger power flowing through his limbs, the space between his eyebrows, the tip of his sword trembling slightly, and the silver dragon flying in the air, making Chen Zong forget everything and focus on boxing.
Punch!
Tiger Chong style!
With one punch, it seemed as if the air was pierced through, and there was a sound of wind.
Tiger turn style!
Tiger Leap!
Tiger style!
With the last punch, the wind blew up.
"Hahahaha, the power of the second level of Qi and Blood Realm is indeed far greater than that of the first level." Chen Zong stood up with his fists closed, laughing unceasingly.
The first realm of martial arts training is called Qi and Blood Realm, which is divided into nine levels.
The first to third floors of Qi and Blood Realm are only for strengthening the body and strengthening the blood, which is the foundation, hence the name Martial Artist.
At the first level of qi and blood, one arm can have fifty to one hundred catties of strength.
On the second floor of Qi and Blood Realm, a single arm can have two to three hundred catties of strength.
At the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, a single arm can have 400 to 500 jin of strength.
This is the standard. Some people who are born with strong strength will exceed the standard. For example, Chen Zhigang, who is at the peak of the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, has six hundred catties of strength in one arm.
Before, Chen Zong's single-arm strength was less than 100 jin, but now it is more than 200 jin and less than 300 jin, which is simply a leap forward. The breakthrough of cultivation not only increases the strength, but also the speed, and the power of boxing has increased sharply.
"Practice again!" With a low shout, Chen Zong put on the tiger crouching pose again.
In the past, he was born with insufficient blood, and he always felt weak. He would be very tired after practicing three or four times in a row, but now he still has strength after practicing five times.
Over and over again, very carefree, with an incomparably clear mind, the understanding of Tiger Power Boxing has improved linearly, and the subtleties that have been neglected in the past have been mastered one by one. At the tenth time, the figure leaps up like a tiger, and then it is punched down, like a tiger. He violently hurt people, and punched out with a punch, and the sound of strong breaking wind overflowed, like a tiger roaring in the distance.
"Tiger Roar, the Tiger Power Fist has initially reached a great achievement." Chen Zong was startled, yesterday he was still worrying about when he would be able to practice the Tiger Power Fist to a great completion, and after a day, he reached a great success, which is too fast.
"It must have something to do with what happened last night." Chen Zong secretly said, he was so excited, he took a deep breath to calm down, strike while the iron is hot, continue to practice, and strive for further improvement.
After another ten times, Chen Zong punched, each punch could bring up a strong wind roar, like a tiger roaring in front of him, the momentum was astonishing.
"Peak of Dacheng!" Chen Zong gasped. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still terrified. His blood was surging in his body, growing a little bit, like the water of a long river, which quickly relieved his fatigue.
"The tiger force boxing has been practiced to a great degree, and the training parts reach 50%, which is better than the small one, and the training effect is more obvious." Chen Zong was overjoyed, and immediately frowned: "There are only twenty-nine days in the Li clan. Even if the power boxing method is perfected, I can't raise my cultivation to the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, so it's very difficult to get the first three in the martial arts battle."
The Martial Apprentice War will be held once a year. The top three can go to the Chen Family Clan Hall in Fengwu City to practice, learn more advanced martial arts, and enjoy more resources. Every branch of the children is very eager, and they regard it as a fish leap Longmen opportunity, but only family members under the age of fifteen can participate, Chen Zong will be fifteen in three months, this is his only chance.
Entering the clan hall to practice, become a warrior, become powerful, and then find the medicine for his father to cure his illness and restore his cultivation. This is his long-cherished wish and the goal he is striving for.
"If you can get a foundation-building martial art that is better than Hu Liquan, you can practice faster." He said to himself, and Chen Zong knew that it was an illusion. As if understanding his words, with a slight tremor, a silver blue dragon flew out and rushed into Chen Zong's mind.
If struck by lightning, Chen Zong trembled all over, as if he had turned into a statue and remained motionless.
Half an hour later, Chen Zong rolled his eyes and woke up, with an unstoppable smile all over his face, wondering if he had suffered too much before, God has eyes, and now he is making up for it.
In that half hour, Chen Zong obtained a foundation-building martial art, a foundation-building martial art far superior to the Tiger Power Fist - the Eight Forms of True Sword.
"The eight moves of the real sword, which focus on the unity of the sword body and steps, can exercise 60% of the body at the beginning, 70% at the minor level, 80% at the major level, and 100% at the perfect level." Chen Zong murmured almost dreamily. Trance.
Just now he was still worrying about the slow speed of the training of Huli Fist, but unexpectedly, he sent a foundation-building martial art far superior to Huli Fist, and it was also a rare weapon foundation-building martial art.
"Is it responsive?" Chen Zong was puzzled: "Give me two energy pills."
There is no movement, maybe it is too much, or change it to one grain, but there is still no movement, Chen Zong has to give up and shift his attention to the eight moves of the true sword.
To practice the Eight Forms of True Sword, you must first have a sword.
"The children of the family who have reached the first level of Qi and Blood Realm can go to the weapon room to receive a weapon for free. This opportunity is just right." Chen Zong secretly said, walked towards the family weapon room, and continued to think about the truth along the way. Sword eight style.
The eight real sword moves are a total of eight sword moves, and the order is increasing, followed by the crouching sword pose, drawing the sword pose, rushing sword pose, ring sword pose, chopping sword pose, chaotic sword pose, swift sword pose, and explosive sword pose.
There are five postures of standing, bending, bouncing, twisting and spinning.
There are six steps in footwork: punching, sliding, pointing, moving, leaping and turning.
The eight moves can be performed consecutively or individually. Each move must be matched with the corresponding movement and footwork in order to maximize its power.
How to practice, the movements and changes of each style are clearly presented in the mind, like a brand.
"Just getting started, you need to combine the three of sword, body and step, which is very difficult."
"However, once you get started, it will be quite powerful, perhaps even better than Xiao Cheng's Tiger Power Fist."
For a while, Chen Zong was full of fighting spirit.
(end of this chapter)