Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 163 Build a Martial Arts Forest? [Please subscribe! 】

"Witch Blood Boy!"

Zhang Qingyun had looked for it before, but never found it.

"This young man's family background is good, and he actually lives here."

It's only around five o'clock in the morning, and it's just dawn.

The boy was running and punching.

This boy is only fourteen or fifteen years old, yet he works so hard.

Generally, a boy of this age, at this time period, is still asleep, and this boy has already gotten up to exercise. This is not just a matter of will, but a goal in his heart.

Turning his eyes, Zhang Qingyun carved a talisman seal on the young man, and took back the fishing rod.

In the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun sat cross-legged: "Cultivation is about finding a way. Now I want money and merit."

This sitting is one day.

It wasn't until night that Zhang Qingyun opened his eyes.

"Meow"

Seeing Zhang Qingyun wake up, the cat spirit ran over and rubbed Zhang Qingyun's leg with its tail upright.

It's been a day and I'm really hungry.

Zhang Qingyun tossed it casually, and the No. [-] clone appeared in the courtyard. After taking a look at Zhang Qingyun, he entered the kitchen and started making dinner.

And Zhang Qingyun stood motionless like this, for a few minutes, Zhang Qingyun opened a posture, stretched his fists and kicked his legs.It seemed soft and weak, but there was a sound of punching, and faintly, there were ripples in the air.

Zhang Qingyun stepped on the strange asynchronous method. At first, he took a step slowly, and his movements were a little slow. After punching a few times, kicking a few legs, and taking a few steps, Zhang Qingyun's movements suddenly changed.

The shadows of the fists are heavy, and the shadows of the legs are heavy.

Zhang Qingyun himself transformed into nine figures.

There are eighteen strokes in boxing, nine steps in footwork, and 36 strokes in kicks. Each stroke contains nine small changes.

When standing with his fists closed, the nine shadows merged into one, behind Zhang Qingyun in a trance, a tall figure, as towering as a mountain, finally dissipated.

"Fellow."

Clone No. [-] had already prepared the meal, and looked at Zhang Qingyun standing up with his fists closed, he was a little puzzled: "Fellow Taoists, why are you still practicing this martial art?"

Zhang Qingyun closed his eyes, recalled the boxing technique, and when he opened his eyes, he was already smiling: "This is for money."

Even Zhang Qingyun's avatar cannot peek into Zhang Qingyun's heart.

While eating, Zhang Qingyun said to the clone No. [-] standing beside him: "If one day, the whole world is full of martial arts masters, what will happen?"

"Fellow Daoist, want to create a martial arts world?"

Zhang Qingyun was silent.

At night, Zhang Qingyun controlled the fishhook and dropped it in front of a villa in the villa area.

It was already midnight at this time, and the blood witch boy had already fallen asleep, and slept soundly.

On the fishhook, a jade talisman turned into powder, and a green light shot into the center of the young man's eyebrows.

The boy's dream is very simple, that is, he is in a house.There was a sandbag in front of the boy, and the boy hit the sandbag with one punch after another, punched a few times, stopped, and then frowned and thought.

Afterwards, the boy stood still in front of a human-shaped sandbag, swayed his body from side to side, and punched out one by one, very seriously, as if he was feeling every punch he punched.

Thinking of the first time I saw this witch blood boy, I saw the boy being surrounded and beaten, and finally beat up a group of boys with his own strength. Because of his blood, this boy is very talented in fighting.

In other words, he is very talented in martial arts.

"boom"

The boy punched the last punch, already dripping with sweat: "This won't do, I still can't beat that traitor."

"Your boxing technique is too simple."

A sudden voice came, and the witch blood boy Wang Zi suddenly turned around.

When seeing Zhang Qingyun, Wang Zi couldn't see Zhang Qingyun's face. Zhang Qingyun's face was shrouded in a layer of mist.

This is a Taoist priest with a thin body, about the same height as him.

"who are you?"

Wang Zi didn't seem to realize that this was in his dream: "How did you come into my house?"

"Well, your boxing technique is too simple, and the speed is too slow, and the accuracy is almost poor."

Zhang Qingyun didn't answer Wang Zi: "It's okay for people of the same age to say that if you fight against professionally trained boxers or wrestlers, you will look clumsy and be hanged and beaten."

"How can I punch the fastest and improve the accuracy?"

Wang Zi feels that this Taoist priest is too mysterious. He is still young and likes to exercise. Of course, at the age of middle school two, he will have the thinking of middle school two. He always fantasizes that he will become a generation of heroes.

He even fantasizes that the girl he has a crush on is being bullied, and he steps forward to save the beauty in a heroic fight.

Zhang Qingyun's appearance was so sudden that Wang Zi suddenly felt a sense of excitement.

Is this an adventure?

Is this strange man a strange man?
"If you don't practice two punches, the first fight will be empty. You are groping for yourself, and you haven't practiced the basic skills, so your foundation is too weak. Apart from being stronger, you have no advantage at all."

Wang Zi was thoughtful: "What is gong?"

"There are many kinds of exercises. Standing exercises, static exercises, leg exercises, etc. are the basic skills that need to be trained throughout the body."

Zhang Qingyun's voice is full of temptation: "All of these require years of guidance and training, which is to tap your own potential and train yourself to a level where no one can match your various qualities. At this time, practicing boxing, kicking, and various martial arts routines are all easy."

"Of course, the most important thing is understanding."

Wang Zi was silent, he knew a little about this.He likes to train, or in the past two years.

His family did not agree with him to practice martial arts at all, so when he proposed to practice martial arts, he was always reprimanded by his family.He bought these things secretly.

"Of course, there is another method that can allow you to become a generation of martial arts masters in a short period of time."

Wang Zi became short of breath: "What method?"

Master of martial arts!

This is so tempting!

"Practice supreme skills, supreme boxing!"

"Puff."

Without warning, Wang Zi knelt down: "Please accept my worship, Master, and teach me the supreme kung fu and supreme boxing."

"If you haven't reached my standard for accepting apprentices, don't worship."

With a wave of his hand, Wang Zi stood up uncontrollably, and Wang Zi's eyes lit up even more. This ability
Outrageous?

Looking at the excited Wang Zi, Zhang Qingyun still felt a little regretful: "Unfortunately, witch blood is thin, even if it is cultivation, the achievements are limited, and it cannot meet my standard for accepting apprentices."

"I showed up today just to give you advice."

Zhang Qingyun stretched out his hand and pointed, and a purple awn fell into Wang Zi's eyebrows: "This is the cultivation method and the supreme boxing technique. You sit down and practice the method. I will help you find the sense of energy."

Wang Zi nodded and sat down, Zhang Qingyun pressed one hand on the top of his head, and a stream of true essence merged into Wang Zi's meridians: "Remember, before the third stage of the practice, keep the body of a boy, otherwise you will only achieve this in your life. "

After saying this, Zhang Qingyun disappeared.

And Wang Zi fell into practice.

The kung fu was running for nine weeks, and Wang Zi suddenly opened his eyes: "Huh?"

Looking at the familiar room, and then at himself lying on the bed, Wang Zi felt lost: "Is this a dream?"

When this idea came up, Wang Zi felt warm inside his body, with a trace of coolness, drilling around inside his body.Wang Zi's heart moved, he sat up from the bed, sat cross-legged, performed the exercises, and then his face was full of ecstasy: "It's not a dream!"

　Kneeling for support!
　　kowtow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)