The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 230 One Finger

"Young man, the person in front of you is indeed a master of the Taoist lineage. He was originally a direct disciple of a hermit Taoist temple outside Qingjiangfu Mountain. Later, he was bewitched by the demon sect and practiced demon kung fu. He has already entered the demon way, so stay away from him." A little is better."

While Xiang Yang was in surprise, a word came from behind him, which made him stiff, and he turned his head slowly, and saw a little old man in a gray cloth shirt about 50 or [-] years old with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile.

He is said to be a little old man, but forty or fifty years old is far from being considered old, but his temperament makes people feel very old. Although his figure is not tall, he has a gentle and friendly smile.

From the appearance of the old man to the moment when he made a sound, Xiang Yang didn't notice at all. This man's martial arts must be very powerful.

What can further support Xiang Yang's guess is the old man in Prison No. [-]. His fierce eyes turned into shrinking, full of horror, and he leaned back against the cold wall, turning his head away from looking at the little old man.

This is like the law of the jungle in nature. Seeing a high-ranking beast king, the weak beasts will surrender and be afraid. Maybe the little old man captured him back then.

"Subordinate Xiang Yang, I have met my lord."

Xiang Yang reacted very quickly, and hurriedly bowed with his fists in his hands, and was supported by the little old man with a look of appreciation in his eyes.
"It's been a long time since I've seen such an outstanding young man like you, so I don't need to be too polite. The fingering technique you used just now is very good, very good, but what do you think of my fingering?"

As the little old man spoke, his smile unfolded, his right hand squeezed his fingers, and he tapped lightly towards Xiang Yang. It was as light as the wind, without much pressure, or how fierce and powerful, but Xiang Yang was full of pressure, so he could only watch helplessly. He followed that point, but couldn't move at all.

Xiang Yang's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his mind was almost lost. The little old man tapped his finger on Xiang Yang's forehead, and laughed loudly.
"You are a member of our god arresting family, and you are also a talent. You can't just think about taking advantage of the prisoners. You should understand what I mean."

After finishing speaking, with hands behind his back, he walked in a figure-of-eight step, swaying and walking towards the long corridor on one side, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

Xiang Yang didn't notice it, just stood there blankly, his eyes were full of doubts, and he wanted to tear his hair tangled,

"That finger, that finger, how could there be such a strange magical power?

Obviously, the speed and force of the shot are very ordinary, but I can't even defend or even dodge it. It's like casting a spell. What fingering? "

Xiang Yang is struggling. From his understanding, martial arts is nothing more than powerful internal strength, and the moves have been honed over time. Just like the blood knife technique, it is also stimulated by the blood knife's internal breath, and the knife moves are weird and vicious to win, but the finger just now is obviously not.

"Boy, that old man is pretending to deceive you. His martial arts are so high that you can hardly imagine. Liu Ruohai is just a junior in front of him. If you want to understand that finger, wait another ten years."

As soon as the little old man left, the old man who had abandoned his way and turned into a demon spoke again, but this time he was much more normal, his eyes were full of disdain, and when he saw Xiang Yang, his face was still full of doubts, and he continued to speak,

"In the theory of martial arts, there are strength, energy, power, moves, spirit and so on.

Those who are strong, urging the mountain to pull out the peak, your blood is strong, your bones are brittle, you must have the power to increase your strength, and you must gain something.

Qi refers to inner strength and true qi. This is the foundation of martial arts. Without qi, it is just a fool's dream to cultivate superior martial arts. You are also very good about this.

There is also power, do you know the saying "not to be angry and self-aggrandizing"?When your martial arts has momentum, you can defeat others without fighting. The old guy just explained one of the momentum, which makes you feel intimidated and hard to move.

There are also tricks, which are easy to understand, that is, martial arts moves, which are the direct means of conquest and killing, and they must also be cultivated.

I don't know the last god, but if someone develops a god, martial arts don't say how to be invincible, but he must be a strong man who knows his own way.

Although that old thing is powerful, it is impossible to practice a magic move. "

The fog in Xiang Yang's mind was dispelled, and he suddenly realized that it was so, it wasn't that I couldn't move just now, it was that I had already given up resisting.

"One way of momentum, in fact, my saber stance is also a bit or two, but compared with that little old man just now, it is far from comparable. This man's martial arts is indeed powerful, maybe he is a very strong person in the day after tomorrow.

That finger is indeed worthy of my painstaking research, only this finger, this trip to the dungeon is not in vain. "

As for the last god, the old prisoner didn't know about it, so Xiang Yang was naturally even more difficult to understand, but if he combined his knowledge and made some guesses, it would not be enough for outsiders to understand.

"Then how to cultivate momentum? I also ask the seniors to give me some advice, and the juniors are very grateful."

Xiang Yang turned to forget the old man's ill intentions towards him before, and humbly asked for advice, which made the old man in the wooden fence startled.

"Good boy, it's a character, we just met each other, and in a blink of an eye, you actually asked me for advice, but you asked the wrong person.

Shi, like a god, can only be felt, not expressed in words. When you do it yourself and others, you will use it unconsciously. Even facing Shi, do you know how to practice? "

These words caused Xiang Yang to think. Outside Hezhang County, Zheng Pingyuan’s men and horses attacked together. When the sword came across, it was a surging momentum, but he broke this momentum with the supreme magic skill of conjuring beads and subduing demons. This was his subconscious action. , The other party also knows what it is when they want to come, and they don't know why.

Also, on the way to Wenyang Town, he took down Miao Lieli with his dragon claw hand. At that time, his internal strength was good, and even the dragon claw hand that had not yet reached perfection was not enough to compete with Miao Lieli. Why? won?

Without him, one is as imposing as a rainbow, and the other is fearful. The two are in contrast. Naturally, the strong will become stronger. Xiang Yang's victory over Miao Lieli is a matter of course.

These are all magical effects of momentum, but if we talk about how to condense momentum, there is really no way.

"So, boy, that old thing is just fooling you, what is the understanding of that finger, as long as you practice step by step, with your current level of talent, sooner or later you will surpass him."

"That's not necessarily the case. That finger is deeply imprinted in my mind. As long as I try to figure it out more, or even imitate one or two, it will definitely be of great benefit to my martial arts practice. Seniors don't have to lie to me about this."

Xiang Yang shook his head, recalling that finger, subconsciously overlapped with the little old man, facing the old man in the prison.

With a smile on his face and a calm expression, he stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers, without even using his internal strength, the old man in the prison retreated suddenly, hugging his head and trembling.

"Sure enough, my finger actually has no power at all, and my use of power is not as good as that of the little old man. But you were broken by him and planted a demon. Even if I just imitated it, it still makes you unbearable. Warriors shouldn't do this."

Xiang Yang sighed, shook his head, suddenly lost interest, turned and left, and disappeared along the stone steps to the sixth floor of the dungeon.

But the old man wiped away the tears that flowed out of fear, breathed deeply several times, showing horror and resentment,

"Where is this kid, this kind of understanding.

Hateful, actually look down on me, do you know the horror of that person? "

(End of this chapter)