martial law

If you want to practice again, you will not be able to practice.

If he wanted to keep this skill, he really needed to find an apprentice to inherit it.

However, the good times have passed for a long time, and the desire to find an apprentice has faded...

Since the third young master wants to learn to see, then give it to him.

It's a matter of mind.

"It's a pity that I haven't practiced to the realm of supernatural powers and punches like thunder. Otherwise, there should be a place for me in Jiangnan martial arts."

Uncle Da said regretfully.

"Uncle Da is known as the Four Masters of Hangzhou, and he is a top expert. At least, in our land, it is difficult to meet opponents."

Yang Lin still knew this.

Over the years, the Yang family has encountered many dangers, which were all supported by Uncle Da's fists.

Played a great reputation.

"It's not that he can't stop the power of someone's palm in the divine power realm."

Wu Zhongda's face was full of loneliness.

He thought of the old butler of the Chen family, and Tie Donghe, one of the four masters of Hangzhou who was as famous as himself, Wulang's gossip stick.

The bent steel rod and the collapsed chest reappeared before his eyes.

It's so ironic.

"Uncle Da, what exactly is the realm of divine power?

Isn't martial arts still divided into stages, doesn't one have to fight to know the strength? "

Divine power realm, it seems that later generations do not have this term.

"Yes, it is true that you have to fight to know the strength."

Wu Zhongda punched out with a buzzing sound...

The small fist, like a giant hammer hitting the air, made a hollow sound.

The wind of fist blows towards the face, and the wind is as severe as a cut.

Affected by the fist storm, Yang Lin's short hair was all over his head, like a banner, and they all raised back with a sound of swish.

The skin on the face was tightly sunken, and it was difficult to breathe.

"How about this punch?" Uncle Da asked with a smile.

Yang Lin blinked and said shyly, "Very strong."

Just now, Uncle Da punched him in front of him and stopped.

He didn't even have time to blink.

A blast of fire-like air waves rushed over, with a fishy wind.

It was as if there was not a person in front of him, but a fierce tiger.

"Ordinary martial arts, just getting in touch with boxing and laying the foundation, you can strengthen your body and strengthen your strength...the next step is to integrate the strength of the whole body to reach the stage of full strength.

At this time, for a person of ordinary size, the punching force can reach twice his body weight, which is about [-] catties of punching force. "

"This is not considered a master, it can only be said to be a rough martial art."

Uncle Da explained in detail.

Chapter 007

A punch of three hundred catties.

This is not a master.

Yang Lin felt that he still had a misunderstanding about martial arts.

Three hundred catties can already beat a big fat pig to death with one punch.

If you hit someone, a person weighing more than 100 kilograms can be punched one by one, making them fly.

"Then what realm is a master?"

Uncle Da didn't answer, he seemed to be lost in memory, and said: "If you practice hard and reach the stage of Mingjin, you will be regarded as entering the room.

The so-called bright strength means that the strength is obvious and visible to the naked eye.

When I punched out, there was the sound of whining wind, booming and trembling, and it seemed that the momentum was extremely extraordinary, that is, Uncle Da and me at this stage...

To reach this point, I practiced for 30 years. "

"With one punch, the strength can reach six hundred catties, and the strength is doubled. In this way, you can be called a Lianjiazi, and you can't be considered a master."

"Going one step further, the strength is like thunder, the punch breaks through the air, there is a sound of explosion, and the muscles and bones are trained like steel and iron.

At this time, divine power is generated, and the strength of the boxing doubles again, which can exceed a thousand catties. You can barely be considered a master, and you can go anywhere in the world. "

"In the realm of divine power, in fact, it is just that Ming Jin has reached a high level. What you practice is stamina, and what you use is the power of shaking and collapsing... When you fight to break stones and iron without destroying yourself, you can generally be good on the battlefield. "

"The bloody hand Bu Chenjiang should be in this realm."

Yang Lin understood.

"Is there still a realm behind? How powerful is it?"

His eyes were shining brightly, the master that Uncle Da said seemed to be a little different from the later generations.

I remember those boxing champions in the world, the strongest ones are only more than 800 pounds per punch, which is a little weaker than the divine power realm.

But in China, I haven't heard of any boxer with amazing power for many years.

Whether it is Boxing Sanda or Wrestling Jiu-Jitsu, or a free kickboxer.

Is it lost?

It should not be.

All of this is actually the cauldron of hot weapons.

The more advanced the weapon, the less cost-effective it is to practice martial arts.

If someone exercises their body casually and lifts their fingers, they can practice hard day and night for more than decades.

Thus.

There are not many people who will spend hard work practicing martial arts.

It's good to find one out of a billion people who has worked hard and painstakingly.

And can't fight.

I really practiced martial arts, fought, and made myself feel uncomfortable when I lost, and the state supported me if I won.

Whoever practices is stupid.

Therefore, it is not surprising that martial arts have declined, but it is strange not to have declined.

"The next stage, of course, is...don't be too far away for now.

Knowing too much is not good for boxing practice, go back and think about it, first get started and then talk. "

Uncle Da became impatient when he heard Yang Lin's inquisitiveness.

It sounds like you can really practice it.

With a wave of his hand, he drove Yang Lin away like a fly.

The martial arts has also been passed on. Whether he can practice well or not depends on whether he puts his heart into it.

The wind is raging and the waves are high, and there are still many things to be busy in the mansion. He doesn't have much free time to talk nonsense with the little guy.

……

Back in the bedroom, Yang Lin ordered Little Mushroom to close the door, light the candles, and hastily opened the book.

He has no other advantages.

The development of reading habits in later generations has passively acquired the ability of self-study.

Create something out of nothing, he won't.

I still know how to take pictures of cats and tigers.

There is no shortage of comprehension skills.

Uncle Da's experience is written very straightforwardly, he can understand it at a glance, and practice according to it, not seeking to develop strength, but only seeking to be proficient in various moves, body shape and footwork.

Learn while practicing.

The sound of the little mushroom's thin breathing came from the next door, and the little girl had already fallen asleep.

After changing two candles, when Yang Lin stopped, he heard a cock crowing outside the house, and then a dog barking.

There was also the low sound of scolding from the nursing home.

'Is it dawn soon? '

Rubbing his red eyes, Yang Lin felt his whole body go limp...

The body was wet and dry, dry and wet, sweating all over.

'Look at the martial arts order. '

He suddenly woke up, put his hands on his chest, and concentrated.

Hallucinations appear before the eyes.

The green characters fall like a waterfall.

[The prestige of performing martial arts +5]

Martial arts: Iron Line Fist (beginner), can be improved

Secret skill: none

name: none

……

"It's done!"

Yang Lin took a deep breath.

Heart beating uncontrollably.

More exciting than opening a treasure chest...

Whether it is really what he imagined or not is now clear.

'Wash your face first. '

There is stillness in every event.

Yang Lin picked up the thermos bottle, poured some water, and poured a little cold water into it with a spoon to check the temperature was moderate. He covered his face with a towel and took a few deep breaths.

Then I washed my hands carefully with soap, and picked out the dirt in my nails with a dim candle.

Look at the mood has calmed down.

Concentrate on the birthmark on the chest, recite silently, and improve Iron Line Fist.

boom……

There was a flash of light and shadow in front of my eyes, and the scenery changed. I came to a verdant mountain peak, and there was a majestic temple not far away. On the stone under the tree, sat an old monk.

As for myself, I was running on the bluestone steps, with both hands stretched out, and a wooden barrel with a pointed bottom in one hand, and water splashed down from the edge of the barrel.

'What am I doing, carrying water without a pole, isn't this masochistic? '

Shengsheng ran twice, fetched water and went straight up the mountain, entered the temple, and poured water into the water tank.

Then fly down the mountain to fetch water, and go round and round.

Yang Lin felt that he was already very tired, his whole body was so sore that he wanted to explode, and his whole body was sweating profusely.

He wanted to rest, but found that he couldn't control his body movements at all.