Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

"The sky is full of Qi, the mind sinks into the Dantian, and the furnace is refining for twelve rounds. This is the foundation of Qi training. Just remember it. It is as tight as a slab, and as loose as cotton with pearls hidden in it."

"Zhuang Gong, actually just twelve characters, takes root in the ground, rises like the bright moon, and falls like a thousand pounds falling to the bottom."

Archway in the south of the city.

Wushan Lane.

In a small house.

Old Shen stood under the shade of a tree with his hands behind his back, staring at the figure in the martial arts training field not far away, moving around with moves, fist shadows intertwined, a face full of relief.

Apart from that.

There is also a hint of exclamation that cannot be concealed.

Kunlun is extremely talented.

It was definitely the only one he had seen in his life.

Peng Daozong's seven-star practice of Zhen Qigong requires the most hard work.

At that time, among the many brothers on the mountain, even the one with the best skills took a full two months to memorize the formula clearly. It took him half a year to memorize the formula.

But this kid from Kunlun has only been in the courtyard for a long time.

With all the calculations, it only takes ten days.

Not only is he very familiar with the moves.

Every move is done with ease.

No one who practices diligently for one or two years will find it as difficult as reaching the sky to achieve that step.

He has also been involved in the arena for many years.

Especially in the years since I came down from Qingcheng Mountain, I have been immersed in the dye vat of the urban world.

When he rose to prominence in the world, there were as many gadflies as people who wanted to be his disciples.

To be honest, Old Shen has not thought about finding a few good prospects, which can be regarded as extending Peng Daozong's life.

But among all living beings, most are ordinary people.

Qixing horizontally practicing Qigong.

Not only difficult, but also painful.

Most people simply cannot bear it.

Often after practicing for ten days and a half, or several months, I find that I am still unable to get started, and I feel discouraged and turn to simple and crude fists and kicks.

Over time.

Plus he just wants to find his family.

That's why I lost my thoughts.

It was only in recent years, as I got older and older, that the idea of ​​passing on the Qixing Heng Kung Fu came to my mind like a spark.

It's a pity that I can't find the right person.

did not expect.

This time, in order to repay the life-saving grace of the ninth shopkeeper of Jinlou, he agreed to spread the word about Hengqigong.

Although I know that Shopkeeper Nine has a lot of background.

But after all, this kind of thing cannot be forced.

What he wants is to teach wholeheartedly. As for the result, it depends on the person's foundation and understanding.

But it started from that night.

Old Shen knew that he had found a treasure.

This boy was born to practice horizontal kung fu.

During this period, Kunlun's performance completely verified his guess.

Bang!

now.

A martial arts training ground paved with stone bricks.

Kunlun's Qi sank into his Dantian, and when he took a step forward, Qi and blood surged all over his body. The strength started from the Qi and blood, got used to the waist, ran through the whole body, and finally came out from the soles of the feet.

Only a bang was heard.

The old brick weighing more than ten kilograms under him was crushed to pieces by his kick.

Dust was flying everywhere, and it was all over my body.

But Kunlun didn't care. His whole figure was like a stone pile, with roots on his feet and remained motionless.

"Qi transports the Dantian, refining the furnace for twelve rounds, walking with the pulse, and combining tightness and tightness."

Seeing him standing out of the seven-star pile, Old Shen came to his senses and shouted in a deep voice.

Kunlun's body remained motionless, but he slowly raised his hands that were hanging by his side, clenched his five fingers, put his two fists together, then opened his mouth and took a deep breath, flowing through his veins, and sinking into his Dantian with his thoughts.

In an instant.

He suddenly felt that Qi and blood were swirling three inches below his lower abdomen, as if setting off a spiral.

"Just once."

"It's a pity that the master has passed away. Otherwise, if Peng Daozong had him, he wouldn't be in this situation today."

Feeling the changes in Kunlun.

Old Shen's expression became even more astonishing, and he couldn't help but sigh.

the other side.

Kunlun's mind was tense and there were no distracting thoughts in his mind.

I turned a deaf ear to the cries and noises coming from the alley outside the courtyard.

Just wait for the Qi and blood to circulate for twelve rounds.

Then the formation immediately changed.

Press the Dantian tightly with two fists.

Immediately afterwards, the Qi from Dantian flows like a great tide, flowing through the acupoints all over the body.

As the breath circulated, the skin of the bare upper body became significantly darker under the scorching sun, as if it had been poured with molten iron.

"This three-position strong Qigong is also called Iron Clothes Shirt."

"Kunlun, are you ready?"

"Master Shen, just come."

Hearing this, Kunlun, whose feet were worth a thousand pieces of gold and whose body was as tall as a bow, just grinned.

"it is good!"

Old Shen didn't waste any time.

He threw the tobacco pole aside casually.

Then he picked up a wooden stick.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out in one step, stepped on the stone table and jumped into the martial arts arena. With a flick of his wrist, the wooden stick flew through the air, causing an astonishing sound of breaking through the air.

Look in the direction of the gun stick.

It was obvious that he was going straight to the back of Kunlun.

just.

Feeling the sound of breaking wind, Kunlun was not moved at all, but slowly put away his smile, making his face look a little more stern.

Bang!

Old Shen is as fast as Gu Hong.

The spear and stick were as heavy as a mountain.

only……

Knocked down with a stick.

Kunlun's figure didn't even sway. Instead, the spear stick made of pear wood cracked and broke into two pieces.

Seeing this, Old Shen didn't have time to marvel, but walked quickly outside Kunlun and stared at his back to investigate carefully.

His stick just now was almost unreserved, using at least 50% to 60% of the force.

Doesn't seem heavy.

But how many years has he been practicing Qixing Hengqigong?

A pair of fists can easily kill someone.

Otherwise, how could he have secured his position as the number one master in the world of Changsha more than ten years ago.

The strength of 50% to 60% would be enough for an ordinary person to smash a large vertebrae into pieces.

But this kid, who was covered in copper skin and iron bones, was struck down by such a stick. Apart from a shallow mark, his muscles and bones were not injured at all.

Until this moment, Old Shen could no longer suppress the surprise and relief in his turbid eyes.

If it weren't for my own hands-on teaching.

He even doubted whether this boy was a descendant of the sect and had practiced this horizontal skill since his mother was born.

"Master Shen, how are you doing?"

Kunlun let out a long breath.

Taking advantage of the situation, he put away his stance, then turned to look at Old Shen and asked.

"You kid... can start training now."

"However, remember, only by practicing Hengqiu for thousands of times can you forge real gold. After you go back, you can't stop practicing for a day."

See him and ask.

Only then did Old Shen collect his thoughts and said seriously.