Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 17
Eight days later, a group of travel-stained travelers ushered in outside the city of Rongzhou.

Looking at the familiar city wall of Rongzhou, Pan Ye let out a long sigh of relief.

Looking back on this trip, it was really quite thrilling, and I almost lost my life.

But danger and opportunity coexist. Not only did he gain the energy of the rosary by accident, but he also adopted a cute kitten.

Soon, the team entered the city, everyone said goodbye to the escorts of Funing Escort Bureau, and returned to Lin's Mansion.

Pan Ye went home and put away his things, took out the little kitten Tangyuan who was sleeping in the basket and put them on the bed, and immediately went out to visit Lao Zhang.

Holding two jugs of good wine, he knocked on the door of Lao Zhang's house.

With a creak, the door opened, and behind the door was still the old Zhang's mature and vicissitudes face.

Pan Ye couldn't help but think that in his previous life, the image of a mature uncle with vicissitudes and muscular body like Lao Zhang would attract the eyes of young women and girls the most when walking on the street.

"Uncle Zhang, it's been a long time~" Pan Ye shook the wine in his hand.

"I'm home."

Lao Zhang welcomed him in with a smile.

Sitting behind the small stone table in the courtyard, Pan Ye told Lao Zhang what he had experienced in the past month.

Lao Zhang listened quietly, with an expression of interest on his face.

When Pan Ye said that he was sucked by the ghost and had no ability to resist, he couldn't help asking: "Uncle Zhang, is there really nothing I can do when I encounter a ghost?"

Lao Zhang nodded, shook his head again, and said: "Yes, before the martial artist understands the strength, it is indeed impossible to harm it. You don't have to worry too much, you think that only people are afraid of ghosts, but in fact ghosts are more afraid of people, especially He is an entry-level martial artist with exuberant qi and blood.

"Ghosts are invisible. In their eyes, the energy and blood of warriors such as us are like a huge furnace that is burning violently all the time. If you touch it, you will be burned by the energy and blood. If there is no deep hatred, they will not deliberately provoke warriors.

"Of course, ghosts are also divided into strengths and weaknesses. Take ghosts in the same realm as body-training warriors as an example. Before comprehending strength, they have nothing to do with us. After comprehending strength, they can use strength, which is invisible and unpredictable. the power to cause harm to it.”

Pan Ye suddenly realized.

"So, warriors naturally restrain ghosts?"

"As long as you don't fall into the trap set by the beauties, you can say that." Old Zhang teased.

Pan Ye smiled in embarrassment, and then asked about the difficulties encountered in practicing the Benlei marksmanship these days.

Old Zhang knew everything, and answered them one by one. Afterwards, he threw a wooden gun to Pan Ye and said, "Let Uncle Zhang see how much progress you have made in your practice these days."

Pan Ye took the wooden spear, moved his body, and began to demonstrate the twelve stances of Ben Lei.

Lao Zhang sat leisurely on the Taishi chair, sipping the fine wine in his cup comfortably.

When he saw Pan Ye demonstrate the strength of the marksmanship, the astonishment on his face became more and more intense.

He couldn't help interrupting Pan Ye, asking:

"You, have you been promoted to the body training state?"

"It's a fluke." Pan Ye chuckled.

Lao Zhang stood up and circled around Pan Ye in amazement
"I didn't see it, you kid is still a genius in martial arts."

"Come on, let me test your fineness."

"Only use the first twelve moves, despite attacking"

Lao Zhang lifted a wooden gun from the gun rack and signaled Pan Ye to attack.

"Then I won't be polite, Uncle Zhang."

Pan Ye put on a posture, stepped forward suddenly, and stabbed at Lao Zhang with the spear in his hand.

Lao Zhang still had a calm expression on his face, and he slowly raised the spear in his hand until the spear was less than ten centimeters away from him.

His movements seemed slow, but in fact they were extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the barrel of the gun rested on the tip of Pan Ye's gun, and with a slight swing, an inexplicable shock force was transmitted along the tip of the gun to Pan Ye's palm.

As if getting an electric shock, Pan Ye felt a numbness in his palm, and almost dropped the spear in his hand.

Before he had time to feel the strange force just now, the old Zhang's wrist in front of him trembled slightly, and stabbed out the second blow as fast as lightning.

This blow was murderous.

Pan Ye's palms were still numb.

Snapped.

This fight was a real confrontation of strength. For the first time, Pan Ye felt that someone's strength could overwhelm him. He took several steps back to stabilize his figure.

Lao Zhang didn't wait for him to slow down, as soon as he succeeded in the blow, the attack from the tip of the spear rushed towards him like a storm, and Pan Ye had to fight with him with flying stars.

Pan Ye felt Niu Yi's aggrieved feeling that night.

The two kept exchanging figures in the courtyard. Pan Ye had already fallen into a bitter battle of passive defense, while Lao Zhang remained calm and said calmly: "The progress is good, but the understanding of marksmanship skills is still lacking. .In my confrontation with you, I didn't use strength beyond the realm of copper skin, but relied on the power of spearmanship!"

As Lao Zhang said, the long gun in his hand did not release water, and the gun was aimed at the weak spots of Pan Ye's defense. Pan Ye felt the huge pressure and racked his brains to fight with him.

Under the high pressure, the waving of the gun seemed to become more familiar. Pan Ye did his best, and the moves in his hands were constantly changing.

Lao Zhang hit faster and faster, sweeping away with his spear, and blowing the dead leaves scattered on the ground under the pressure of the wind.

After a few moves, Pan Ye was almost pierced by the cold light of the spear point through his shoulder. Seeing that the spear in Lao Zhang's hand was about to turn into a phantom, he had little power to parry.

"It can't go on like this."

Pan Ye's mind was running fast, time seemed to slow down, and the details of every style taught by Lao Zhang emerged in his mind.

Flying stars, breaking wind, embracing the moon...

Facing the threat of "death", Pan Ye felt that his understanding of Ben Lei's marksmanship had improved to a higher level. Immediately, the spear moved with his heart, and he displayed a deeper understanding of the marksmanship to resist Lao Zhang's attack.

Lao Zhang showed approval, and said: "Not bad, not bad, children can be taught, you can stop."

Pan Ye stopped the attack in his hands and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen and flew out directly.

When he fell heavily to the ground, a sad thought flashed through his mind: "It was tricked."

Pan Ye was sitting on the ground, clutching his stomach. Old Zhang walked up to him with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand, and said, "Haha, boy, this is called a soldier who is not tired of deceit. It's easy to believe what he says."

Pan Ye held his callused hand and stood up without any complaint in his heart.

Lao Zhang took off his blue cotton robe, pointed to his hideous long and narrow scar that spread from his waist to the bottom of his ribs, and pretended to be joking: "Look, when I was young and ignorant, I trusted others easily, and that's what happened."

"Shibie three days ago, you should be very impressed. I was really surprised by your on-the-spot adaptability just now. I didn't expect that you could improve your understanding of Benlei marksmanship during the battle."

"You have accomplished the first twelve moves of the Benlei marksmanship, and it's time to teach you a higher level of marksmanship."

(End of this chapter)