"Escape into the forest..." Chen Zhigang frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with Chen Dazhong, a warrior of the fourth level of Qi and blood, who let a second-level of Qi and blood escape: "Forget it, a mere second-level of Qi and blood went deep into the wind howling forest." , there is only one dead end."
Chen Zhigang paid for himself, even if he went deep into the Wind Roaring Forest, he would not get any benefits.
"Brother Gang, this is the fierce tiger my brother met in the Wind Roaring Forest. It was because of it that Chen Zong had a chance to escape, but this tiger was killed by my brother. These are for Brother Gang." Handed a tiger leg to Chen Zhigang.
"Okay, okay, there are fewer and fewer tigers in recent years." Chen Zhigang took the tiger's leg with a bit of excitement, his eyes lit up: "With it, my blood can be more concentrated and stronger."
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The hut in the forest was tidied up by Chen Zong, and it was much cleaner.
Outside the house, Chen Zong finished practicing Huli Boxing and began to practice swords.
The light in the forest was dim, and the iron sword was gray and mottled, and it was difficult to see the reflection of the light when it was swung.
The eight moves of the real sword are practiced over and over again, becoming more and more proficient.
After practicing the Eight Styles of the True Sword several times, Chen Zong walked to the side of the stream and stared at a big fat fish. With the iron sword in his hand, his breathing became almost invisible, and he suddenly drew out the sword and plunged into the water.
Unexpectedly, the fish reacted extremely quickly, the moment the iron sword entered the water, it flicked its tail, and swam away quickly, making Chen Zong's sword miss.
"I don't believe it." Chen Zong insisted on stabbing a fish without using his sword.
Adjusting again and again and drawing the sword again and again, the final result was that he was so hungry that he managed to stab a fish. He quickly took out the flint he brought from home and ignited the dead leaves, and slaughtered a fat and fat fish weighing five or six catties. It was roasted on the fire.
After a while, the golden fish oil dripped and sizzled, and the fragrance overflowed. Sprinkled with the seasoning brought from home, the fragrance made Chen Zong's greedy and his stomach growled.
After it was cooked, Chen Zong took a bite, regardless of how hot it was, and let out a sigh of relief, with a satisfied expression on his face.
Not long after, a big fish that was about five catties after being slaughtered entered Chen Zong's stomach.
After resting for half an hour, Chen Zong got up and continued to practice Tiger Power Fist, ten times at a time.
"I feel that my Tiger Power Fist has reached the limit of great success and can be broken through to perfection. What is missing?" Chen Zong lowered his head and pondered.
The picture of the tiger descending the mountain was not brought, but the picture had already been imprinted in Chen Zong's mind, and when he closed his eyes and thought about it, it appeared clearly.
From the picture, Chen Zong has a lot of insights, but those insights are scattered and can't be coherent, and there is no opportunity to break through.
Suddenly, a figure flashed in Chen Zong's mind, and a pair of cold and domineering eyes flashed across. A kind of inexplicable horror emerged for no reason, and the cold air was blowing. It was the figure and eyes of the fierce tiger he saw with his own eyes not long ago.
The real tiger figure overlapped with the tiger figure on the picture scroll, and the inspiration flashed, as if the shackles had been broken, and the piecemeal comprehension was connected in a continuous line. Fulin's heart came, and Chen Zong opened his eyes, shining an astonishing light, stretching his hands and feet, posing Tiger crouching style.
With Chen Zong's subtle adjustments, traces of tiger-like power quietly condensed on his body and gradually diffused out. A big gray rabbit ran out of a tree hole not far away, feeling That mighty power suddenly shrank into a ball, like a big meat ball, unable to move, like seeing a tiger, the king of beasts.
The fish in the stream fled in panic to the distance.
After maintaining the tiger crouching position for ten minutes, Chen Zong's figure exploded, and he punched out. The terrifying power rushed forward with the punch, and the roar of the wind was piercing, like a tiger roaring in front of him. The gray rabbit trembled repeatedly, foaming at the mouth and spreading its limbs, it was frightened to death.
After one round of Tiger Strength Fist, the final Tiger Violence Style is even more powerful and terrifying, far better than before, the heart beats, the blood qi surges, and I feel that my whole body's strength has increased rapidly.
"This feeling is great." Chen Zong was very excited: "The tiger force boxing technique is complete, and even with the cultivation base, it has reached the peak of the second level of Qi and Blood Realm, which is only one step away from the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, which is at least three or four times better than me. months of practice."
"The realm of consummation is the tiger's power, that is, it exudes the power of a tiger, which can deter the target."
"The person who created this boxing technique is really powerful."
The reason why the tiger is so strong is not only its own great power, but also its power as the king of beasts.
"Every time I improve my level of martial arts, I can increase my blood energy by a small amount. Next, if I can improve the Eighth Style of True Sword to a small success before the martial arts battle, I may have a certain chance to break through to the blood energy level. Three floors."
"However, before that, the Tiger Power Fist has just made a breakthrough, so continue to practice and consolidate."
The tiger force boxing method in the perfect state can exercise 70% of the body parts, which is better than the eight moves of the real sword in the entry state. Every time he practices it, Chen Zong can feel the blood energy surging in his body, which seems to grow a little bit.
After practicing Huli Boxing 30 times in a row, Chen Zong felt that his limbs were weak and his stomach growled again. He walked over, brought the big gray rabbit that was scared to death, slaughtered it, cleaned it, and set it on the fire to grill it.
This big gray rabbit weighs a full ten catties, enough to eat two delicious meals for myself.
Take a rest after eating, and think about the essentials of the eight moves of the true sword during the rest, and then continue to practice.
Practice boxing, practice sword, eat, sleep.
This is the daily life of Chen Zong in the cabin in the forest.
It is very quiet here, without any interference, Chen Zong can devote himself wholeheartedly to his cultivation, and he can feel his progress every day.
Another night passed, and Chen Zong walked out of the cabin. The first thing he did was to draw the tenth mark on the nearby tree trunk with his sword, indicating that Chen Zong had been here for the tenth day.
After washing up quickly, he walked to the stream and stared at a fish, waiting for the opportunity, gathered his strength, exerted strength, and drew out the sword. The sword body pierced through the air, with a faint sound of wind, broke in through the water, and pierced the big fish with one sword and picked it out.
Martial arts practitioners eat a lot, especially like Chen Zong. Except for rest, all other time is spent on cultivation, which consumes more energy.
From waking up in the morning to going to bed at night, I have to eat six meals, each meal is at least five catties of fish or rabbit meat, which is the most eaten thing, and occasionally snake meat.
After eating dozens of catties of meat every day, it is absorbed by the body through training, and the blood energy is strengthened, which feeds back to the body and becomes stronger and stronger, but the strength is still at the level of three hundred catties. This is the bottleneck, and only a breakthrough can continue to improve.
Huli Fist has reached the perfect state, Chen Zong does not need to think about how to break through, so he practiced Huli Fist ten times in the morning and evening every day, and spent the rest of the time on the Eight Forms of True Sword, because the Huli Fist trained There will be some parts that are different from the real sword eight styles, and the combination of the two can exercise all parts of the body, and the effect is better.
Chen Zong also found that stabbing fish with a sword is also helpful to the practice of the eight moves of the true sword.
"Father said that swordsmanship is about speed, accuracy and stability. The three are indispensable. Otherwise, if you are only fast, it will be useless if you can't stab the target."
"Before, I couldn't stab the fish with a single sword, because I was not accurate enough and not stable enough. After these ten days of practice, both accuracy and stability have improved a lot, but there is still room for further improvement."
"Exercise quickly and steadily. In addition to stabbing fish, maybe I can try other methods."
After thinking about it, Chen Zong took a straight branch as thick as a thumb and stuck it on the ground. He stood in front of the branch, staring at the branch, concentrating on gathering momentum.
Raise the sword and chop down.
But the sword fell from the side of the branch, and did not hit the branch.
"So much difference!" Chen Zong was dumbfounded, thinking that his sword was accurate enough and stable enough.
"Come again."
Concentrating on gaining momentum, he raised his sword and chopped down.
Practice again and again.
the eleventh day!
The twelfth day!
Thirteenth day!
fourteenth day!
Fifteenth day!
After practicing the Eight Forms of the True Sword 20 times, Chen Zong raised his sword and walked up to a straight branch as thick as chopsticks, raised his sword and chopped it down, splitting the branch from it.
"Okay, the accuracy has really improved a lot." Chen Zong smiled.
To keep improving, Chen Zong replaced the thick and thin branches of chopsticks with thinner branches.
It was another new day, Chen Zong drew his sword and carved another mark on the tree trunk.
"There are still four days before the martial arts battle." Looking at the twenty traces on the trunk, Chen Zong said to himself.
Walking to the stream, staring at a big fish, he stabbed out with a sword casually, the sword was extremely fast, the tip of the sword broke through the water and lifted, and a big fish jumped out of it.
After eating the fish, Chen Zong drew his sword and practiced the eight moves of the real sword.
One time, two times, three times... Ninth time, the last style--Explosive Sword Style!
The force pierced the sword, and it exploded instantly. The sword rubbed against the air violently, shining a dazzling light, and streaked across the darkness in the forest.
"The sword emits light, which can affect the eyesight. It's a small success." Chen Zong was startled for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.
It took five days to practice the Eight Forms of the True Sword to the level of beginners. I thought it would take at least a month or more to practice the Eight Forms of the True Sword to a small degree. Coupled with the training of stickleback fish splitting branches and so on, it only took fifteen days to reach the state of Xiaocheng in the Eight Forms of True Sword.
"Okay, it seems that my training method is indeed correct." Chen Zong was even more happy. The eight moves of the real sword were passed down by the mysterious sword tip, but the methods of stabbing fish and splitting branches were thought up by himself. Maybe Such a method already existed, but at least no one taught him, it was entirely the result of his own efforts.
Through one's own efforts to grow from scratch and make progress, what can be more exciting than this sense of accomplishment.
At this time, Chen Zong felt the blood in his body surging, like the water of a great river and a long river, and his body was undergoing a change. Part of the energy of the dozens of catties of animal meat he ate every day was lurking in his body. As the turbulent blood energy was continuously guided out and merged into the limbs and bones, Chen Zong's tendons, bones and membranes were gradually strengthened.
"This feeling... the cultivation base is about to break through."
Hastily put out the crouching sword pose, and once again performed the eight real sword poses, using this as a guide to refine the power emerging from the body and speed up the breakthrough.
After performing the eight moves of the real sword a few times, more powerful power grew from the depths of the body, pervading the whole body, and the muscles tightened, making Chen Zong feel stronger and fiercer.
"Hahahaha, I have finally reached the third level of Qi and Blood Realm." Chen Zong couldn't help laughing: "Wutu Zhan, I must have a share in the top three, Chen Zhigang and Chen Dazhong, we should also settle our scores. "
"However, there are still a few days before the martial arts battle. Taking this opportunity, I can improve a little bit."
(end of this chapter)