The system takes me to pretend

Time flies, and an afternoon is fleeting.

Since Bai Wenling was busy with work, Su Hao didn't force her to go to dinner with her, and went back to the villa by himself, cooked a few random dishes, and solved the problem of dinner.

After resting for half an hour, he left the villa and walked towards Shima Park.

The journey of ancient martial arts practice is a gradual accumulation process, aiming to persevere, not fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.

Although he has stepped into the innate state now, he can relax himself appropriately, but thinking that Ning Tai's brother is an innate late-stage master, if he does not seize the time to improve his strength, once he meets the opponent, he will lose in all likelihood.

After all, I have just stepped into the innate realm. In layman's terms, it is the early innate stage. Facing the late innate stage that has crossed two small realms, the level suppression is still a bit heavy.

Therefore, he decided to hurry up and go to Shima Park to learn the second form of the Aotian Seven Fist, which hurts the lungs.

After coming to Shima Park, Su Hao found a quiet place, relaxed his body, and after doing some warm-up activities, he was ready to start learning the second form of the Aotian Qiquan to hurt the lungs.

Injury to the Lung Fist is different from Damage to the Heart Fist.

The heart-damaging boxing is designed to erupt, to destroy everything with destructive and terrifying power, and after hitting someone, it will make people unable to calm their hearts and luck for a short time.

The Lung Injury Boxing aims to use softness to overcome rigidity, and yin to overcome yang. When the punch is struck, there will be a feminine force mixed in. After hitting someone, it can damage the lung energy of the person, and suffer from the erosion of softness and coldness in a short period of time. , The whole body became cold, the exhalation and breathing were all icy cold air, the yang energy plummeted, and the essence energy dissipated.

It is worth mentioning that it is a boxing method evolved on the basis of Taijiquan. It has absorbed Taijiquan's implicit and introverted boxing style, which is fast and slow.

After reviewing the practice methods of the lung injury boxing in his mind, Su Hao took a deep breath and used his heart to move his breath, trying to calm down and restrain himself to the bone.

He exerts energy to be calm and calm, concentrates on one side, stands upright and comfortable, supports all sides, moves qi like a nine-curved bead, qi spreads all over his body, and swings lung injury fists one by one.

Different from the usual obscure and clumsy ones, Su Hao, after learning the heart-damaging boxing, did not have any blockage when learning the hurting lung boxing, on the contrary, he felt a sense of well-being.

"call out!"

The strong wind on the fist whizzed past, and the blown leaves fell on the fist, and were directly eroded and withered by the feminine force on it.

Su Hao was unmoved, and continued to practice the lung injury boxing.

The first time, the second time, the third time...

The more you practice, the faster Su Hao swings his fists, the more agile and light his movements are, and he can swing freely without any sense of restraint.

There was a breeze blowing all around, and fallen leaves were carried by the wind from time to time.

When Su Hao was practicing Shangfei Fist, he also used leaves as his enemies many times. His shape was like a swan fighting a rabbit, his spirit was like a cat catching a mouse, and his punches were like flying snakes. fallen leaves.

All the fallen leaves touched by the fist will wither and lose their vitality.

Standing with his fists closed, Su Hao glanced over the few withered leaves on the ground, his eyes full of shock.

The femininity of the lung injury boxing is really terrifying. He has just practiced it, and he has not yet exerted one-fifth of his strength, and he has already achieved such an effect.

If you are proficient at hurting the lung boxing and use it with all your strength, I am afraid that the feminine power on it can directly swallow all the essence and yang energy of a person and turn it into a mummified corpse.

"Continue." Su Hao moved his body with energy, obeyed orders, followed his heart with convenience, and practiced lung injury boxing again.

Time passed slowly, and a bright red sunset swayed down like a disc.

The earth is bathed in the afterglow of the rosy clouds, and people take a walk in Shima Park in twos and threes. The evening breeze gently blows the fragrance of flowers and trees, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, and feels that the sunset is infinitely better.

Su Hao waved his fist tirelessly. The setting sun fell on his fist, exuding a golden light, as if a river of red agate had been sprinkled, shining brightly.

The dazzling fist light dazzled people, and it was impossible to keep staring at it.

While swinging the lung injury fist, the spiritual power between heaven and earth will also enter the body along with his breathing, continuously flow through the meridians, and circulate round after round to temper the body.

Ten minutes passed quietly, and the lung injury fist followed Su Hao's figure, and the golden shadow of the fist diffused out, landing on the boulder in front of him.

"laugh……"

The femininity of the wounding lung fist was driven together, making the boulder melt like ice, and countless punch holes emerged.

"It's still a little short!" Su Hao frowned and stopped.

He pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed, his strength came from his spine, he changed his steps as he went, retracting was releasing, releasing was retracting.

Breaking and reconnecting, reciprocating must have folding.

Extremely soft, then extremely firm.

Can breathe, and then can cling.

With the ups and downs of breathing, his whole body seemed to have entered a subtle realm.

Under the tree not far from Su Hao, there was an old man in loose martial arts uniform. He was full of silver hair. Although he didn't have the demeanor of a white beard, he had the appearance of a child with white hair.

After finishing a set of punches, he wiped the sweat from his brow, picked up the thermos cup on the side, and put a sip of water into his mouth.

Just as he was about to put down the thermos, his eyes suddenly fell on a man on the upper left.

At this moment, the setting sun sprinkled on the man's face, as if covering him with a layer of mist, which was extremely mysterious.

With him at the center, everything seems to cease to exist.

With the surrounding things as the center, he seems to no longer exist.

"This, this, this... Could this be the rumored state of oblivion?" The old man stared at Su Hao, eyes full of horror, and his voice fell, trembling incomparably.

Accompanied by two men behind the old man, they are plain looking, but they look the same, they seem to be a pair of twins.

Seeing the old man's body trembling, they couldn't help but cast their eyes on Su Hao at the upper left.

With one glance down, both of them shrank their pupils.

But the most important thing is that people are not themselves, and forget things while they are fixed.

Forget things and me...the supernatural state where the subject and the object are indistinguishable!
It's unbelievable that that man, who was only in his early twenties, was able to enter the super god realm of forgetting both things and me?
"I can't believe it, I can't believe it!" Wei Sande's eyes showed horror, his body trembled, his heart was surging, and his face was full of shock.

Forgetting things and self is the highest state in martial arts practice, and only those who have gone through a lot of tempering and comprehend the unfathomable method of cultivating Tao can step into it.

The man on the upper left is young, in his twenties, and he can actually enter the realm of forgetting things and me. If it is spread, it may cause an uproar in the martial arts world.

"Old instructor, the doctor said that given your physical condition, you shouldn't be too excited, otherwise it will accelerate the deterioration of your condition." Seeing this, the two men accompanying Wei Sande hurriedly stepped forward to advise.

They knew very well the reason why Wei Sande was so excited. The state of forgetting things and self is the lifelong pursuit of martial arts practitioners, and there are only a handful of people who can enter this state.

Now people who have entered this realm are ahead, if they can talk to each other about their experience, it can be described as a great fortune.

But considering Wei Sande's physical reasons, they had to speak out to remind Wei Sande to avoid him from causing symptoms.

"Okay, I know." Wei Sande took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down his excitement, but kept his eyes on Su Hao on the upper left, motionless.

In those slightly cloudy eyes, a bright light kept flashing.

Seeing Wei Sande's appearance, the two men looked at each other and said in unison: "Old instructor, do you need us to bring that man here?"

"No, it's too impolite. It's better for us to visit." Wei Sande shook his head, as if afraid of leaving a bad impression on Su Hao.

"This..." The two looked at each other, very hesitant.

You know, Wei Sande is the former chief instructor of the Haibei Military District, and also a real general-level officer with a very high military rank. He has brought out batches of special forces with super combat capabilities. Even though he has retired and lived in seclusion now, But his rights in Haibei City are not trivial, enough to be compared with the old man of Murong's family.

Su Hao's ability to enter the realm of forgetting things and me shows that the other party's strength is absolutely extraordinary. Although they are people of martial arts, they have only reached the innate realm, and they cannot be invulnerable and kill people with their breath like the masters of the transformation realm.

If Su Hao was the enemy, and Wei Sande was injured by the opponent after going up, as bodyguards, even if they had ten lives, they would not be enough to be shot.

"It's okay, Long Yi and Long Er, come with me to have a look!" Wei Sande breathed heavily, waved his hand, and walked to Su Hao's place first.

Before that, he had also seen a person who had entered the realm of forgetting things and self. That person was named Meng Qingliang, No. 1 under the Heavenly Master of Extreme Realm, and the invincible among the masters of Transformation Realm.

That is a genius through and through, outstanding and talented, after ten years of training, he has soared into the sky.

Even so, Meng Qingliang only touched the realm of forgetting things and me when he was 30 years old. Compared with Su Hao in front of him, it was a full ten years behind.

It is said that as long as the ancient warriors can enter the realm of forgetting things and self, the future is immeasurable, at least they are all face to face with the masters of the transformation realm, even the celestial masters of the extreme realm can find opportunities to step in.

He really wanted to know who this young man was!

"Old instructor, slow down!" Seeing Wei Sande walking towards Su Hao so excitedly, Long Yi and Long Er exchanged glances and hurriedly chased after him.

The two seemed to be following Wei Sande, but in fact their hands were very close to their waists. When they arrived at Su Hao's location, if Su Hao had any ill intentions towards Wei Sande, they would instantly pull out their guns and shoot Su Hao to take his life.

In front of him, Su Hao did not move when he moved, and everything was still when he was still. He consolidated his spirit internally and showed ease externally.

Vaguely, it seemed as if he could hear the sound of blood flowing in his body, mighty and powerful.

Suddenly, Su Hao straightened his body, and his fist was erratic, and a feminine force followed the fist and landed on the boulder in front of him.

"Pfft!"

There is no imaginary explosion sound, only a kind of soaking sound resounds here.

On the other hand, Dashi trembled for a while, and seemed indifferent on the surface, but in fact, it had been eroded clean by the force of femininity.

When the breeze blew, the boulder shook twice, like broken tofu, collapsing from the inside out.

Before Su Hao retracted his fist, a powerful voice came quietly.

"Good boxing!"