The Great Tao Chronicle

Hua Jin treads on the water, the water is only knee-high.

An Qisheng stepped on the water, his body undulating with the waves, and under the water, his ten toes moved the current together, and the dark energy merged, and he barely held up his body.

"Huajin has a subtle hole, and the power can reach everything. Only with the uniform force can you do things that ordinary people can't do."

An Qisheng's expression was calm, with a hint of enlightenment:

"Until this step, even if I can understand the transformation of holding core strength, after all, there is a layer of veil, I know it and don't know why, but once I enter Huajin, the savings from the past will play a role. Generally, when I first enter Huajin. It is absolutely impossible for a boxer to reach my level!"

Over the past year, An Qisheng has learned the most from Wang Honglin, the great master of Bajiquan.

Reading the book a hundred times is self-seeing, and An Qisheng has more than a hundred times the perception of the strength of holding the pill?

It's just that in the past, his strength was not able to grasp this step, and his understanding was always a lot worse, but once he entered the transformation, it was different, and the previous understandings flooded into his heart one by one.

Along the way, his mastery of strength has been different, and the strength of the years is nothing more than that.

But after a while, An Qisheng retreated.

When he first entered Hua Jin, his physical strength had not been fully developed, and his blood vessels could not adapt to continuous energy.

Phew!

With a shock, the water droplets on the trouser legs flew out.

An Qisheng walked over to a piece of bluestone not far away with his bare feet, and sat down with his knees crossed.

Comprehend the various changes after Hua Jin.

The last step of the dark energy is that the energy enters the brain, and the various images and illusions at the time of breakthrough are the result of stimulating the cerebral cortex after the dark energy enters the brain.

Daxuan's martial arts, which was rooted in the military for hundreds of years, has undoubtedly developed tremendously.

Although no one has reached the seventh realm of boxing, the research summary of the six realms has reached a very high level.

It's just that ordinary people can't get in touch.

He also gradually came into contact with these secrets in the process of constantly becoming a dream master.

"Kung Fu is inseparable from the human body. According to military research, an ordinary person who is not skilled in martial arts can achieve a maximum speed of 100 meters and 9 seconds, and a strength of 500 kilograms. This data basically matches the time when I was bright..."

"And the bright energy into the dark, the dark energy into the transformation, with the control of the human body, this limit will be broken again and again, after the transformation of energy is achieved, it is the process of developing the human body's limit, the physical strength reaches the peak, and then can we set foot in the spirit. . . …”

"In this process, the inner boxer's physical strength, muscles and bones will catch up with those boxers who practice hard skills and outer boxing..."

An Qisheng's thoughts changed.

Reality is not a myth, and the improvement of realm strength will not be instantly reflected on the human body.

The improvement of the human body's physical strength and the improvement of the strength of the muscles and bones still have to be done step by step.

"I know a lot of horizontal training hard skills, and I have also learned iron cloth shirts, but the most suitable for me is the military dragon-yin iron cloth shirt, and the tiger's roaring golden bell cover!

This martial art, which the military collects human body data and calculates with artificial intelligence based on previous hard skills, is the king of contemporary hard skills, covering the advantages of all kinds of hard skills. …”

"If you have achieved a great deal of hard work, there will be no more situations like the battle against Miaoquan. After a head-to-head fight, your body will be blue and purple, and your muscles will almost be necrotic..."

An Qisheng is a person who knows how to learn lessons.

In the battle with Miao Quan, he thought to himself that his skills and boxing would not lose to him, but if it weren't for Wang Anfeng's shot, he would definitely be the one who died in the end.

Without him, the hardness of the muscles and bones just can't keep up.

With this energy, he naturally has to study hard skills systematically.

As soon as his mind moved, An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes, and from the perspective of the brilliant masterpiece, he had already fallen into a dream.

Once he entered Hua Jin, his spirit became more vigorous.

It is already possible to try to be a top martial artist in a dream.

Daoist Juechen is himself a master of military martial arts.

Since it was recorded, the way of hard gong has been his first.

Taking him as the most reference, of course, no matter how good it is.

A little bit of starlight spreads slowly until it occupies the entire viewing angle. With the movement of An Qisheng's mind, countless pictures flow past like water.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time later, a picture stabilized.

Mountains, rainy, foggy, beautiful mountains and rivers, in front of the Golden Palace, a burly old man and an ordinary-looking boy.

"That is, Gu Changsheng?"

An Qisheng was shocked and recognized that the ordinary-looking boy was Gu Changsheng, the most famous genius in the contemporary Daxuan martial arts world.

"Senior is a master of martial arts in the 300-year-old army of Daxuan, and no one can surpass you in hard skills."

Gu Changsheng said softly:

"Junior came this time to ask the senior to point out the golden bell."

"You are a descendant of the Gu family, so you can't do anything."

Daoist Juechen, with his long sleeves fluttering and a slight smile on his rough face, explained to Gu Changsheng the dragon-yin iron cloth shirt and the golden bell hood of the tiger's roar.

An Qisheng listened attentively. Although his spiritual power has increased, it is still a little reluctant to dream of a warrior, and the time is very short.

Naturally, no time will be wasted.

While listening, he summed up the words of Daoist Juechen.

[In ancient times, there are no more than three points. One is the hardness of the muscles, the second is the density of the bones, and the third is the shock resistance of the internal organs. The ancients practiced the hard work. The plaster oil increases the hardness of the flesh bit by bit.

After that, it was just a matter of changing from wooden sticks to stone and iron sticks. It is possible to cultivate hard skills in this way. One is that the efficiency is too low, and the other is that it will hurt the body. , some places that cannot be exercised will become so-called weaknesses, dead spots...

The efficiency is not high and the effect is not good, so very few people practice hard skills.

The practice of the golden bell jar requires energy to penetrate into the body, and the thought movement can reach the pores of the whole body before practicing. When practicing, just use the following methods to stimulate the subtle points of the whole body to increase the toughness of muscle fibers. The density of trabecular bone has never improved the strength and hardness of musculoskeletal, internal organs, and organs, so as to reach the point where the inside and outside are integrated, and the diamond is not broken.

......

Finally, if a hypnotist is assisted and gives psychological hints to make the practitioner feel as if they are wearing iron clothes and the body is covered with a golden bell, the effect will be better and the speed will be faster. 】

"Master Hypnotist, I don't know if I can count..."

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, his face was a little tired, but his eyes were bright.

Although he has only studied hypnosis for half a year, he has several hypnotism masters as reference, and his spiritual power is naturally strong, which has already surpassed the several hypnotism masters he has studied before.

Maybe not as good as Wang Zhixuan, but at least in Daxuan, it can be regarded as top-notch.

Phew!

A long mouthful of turbid air was exhaled, An Qisheng's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and a mist gradually emerged in his heart.

In a trance, his body sank, like an iron coat, surrounded by golden yellow, as if being enveloped by a big bell.

With his current hypnotic attainments, even the world's top hypnotic masters may not be able to hypnotize him, but he himself can easily hypnotize himself and give himself psychological hints.

bang bang bang~~~

An Qisheng jumped up and slapped his hands in many places on his body. The force penetrated into his body along the palms of his fingers, causing a violent conflict.

The wind blows under his feet, UU reading www. uukanshu.com crashed into the woods by the river with a few jumps.

Between tossing and moving, energy erupted from the whole body, and while slapping the whole body, it constantly collided with the surrounding trees.

At the same time, he breathed in his mouth, but it was not a meaningless roar.

Rather, it was Baji blowing his breath.

The function of blowing qi can stabilize the lower plate, increase strength, strengthen muscles and bones, and promote Liuhe, which is the foundation of Bajiquan.

Gululu~

His belly rolled like thunder, and his stomach moved faster under the stimulation of strength.

He constantly dissolves the bigu pill in his stomach, so as to supply the nutrients needed to practice hard skills.

......

The southeast of Xuanzhou is home to many small countries, also known as Nanyang.

Nanyang, somewhere in the Philippines, in a mountain forest, a fire filled the air, billowing black smoke billowed into the sky, and it could be seen for miles.

Outside the forest, Wang Zhixuan stood with her hands down, her expression indifferent.

Her body was slack and slack, and she stood in a random manner. Every time someone rushed out of the forest, she took one step and beat her to death.

Gradually, the fire became smaller, and the screams gradually disappeared.

She turned around slowly, and her eyes suddenly froze.

A powerful murderous intent slowly rose from the wilderness, and came straight towards her without concealment.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and saw the old man in black walking in the wilderness.

The old man came in stride, not like he was on the road, as if he was measuring the earth, each step was exactly three feet and three points, not much, not much.

Huhu~~

And as Wang Zhixuan's eyes shifted, there seemed to be a sound of wind above the wilderness.

The cloud follows the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.

Wang Zhixuan's eyes were half closed, and she uttered a syllable:

"Miao Xiu?"

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