From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 74 The Ultimate Warrior!
Kuroki Xuanzhai: A martial idiot who is in charge of the current generation with a strange wrist, and who is extremely poor in martial arts.

Title: Magic Spear, Extreme Warrior!
Ultimate martial artist: A practitioner who has achieved self-transcendence both physically and mentally, and embarked on the pursuit of the ultimate martial arts!
Occupation: Martial Daoist.

Martial arts: strange wrist style, karate, Erhu style, Ryukyu traditional martial arts, pre-reading.

Strange Wrist Style: It originated from the Chinese martial arts "Shenhequan", and later evolved into "Tiandi Style" by integrating Okinawa Karate, and then added Ryukyu Wushu. In-depth research on the meridians, meridian points and Qigong formed a new genre.

Pre-reading: By inferring the opponent's actions, quickly defend or counterattack before the opponent attacks.

Profound Truth: Magic Spear!
In the horrible self-mutilation training such as stabbing straw rolls, stabbing sandbags, iron sand palms, etc., transcending pain and turning one's own limbs into an indestructible magic gun.

Combined with the powerful piercing attack of the strange wrist style and the Erhu style, the power can penetrate steel plates!
Profound Truth: First come first!

Before the opponent makes a move, detect the opponent's intention, and release the counterattack first.

Upanishad: insight!
See through your opponent's martial arts style and accurately determine where your weaknesses lie.

After reading the Kuroki Xuanzhai attribute panel, Leng Kong was shocked by his title of "Extreme Martial Arts" and many martial arts mysteries.

I definitely met a boss!
Jumi thank you!
I have experience, haha
"So, you have successively defeated the descendants of the Wu Clan kid, Lei Xinliu, and Inabaliu."

"Then your little girlfriend wanted to travel, so she just poked a point on the map with a pen, and you guys showed up at my door?"

"In the end, the assassins who were not defeated by you, the strange wrists are at the door of the master's house?"

Kuroki Genzai was wearing an apron, cooking vegetables, and asked in a questioning tone: "Little ghost, do you want to recall what you are talking about?"

"This story is made up, even ghosts don't believe it!"

Sitting on the kang, Leng Kong spread his hands, "You have to ask Zhu Mei about this."

"Uncle, I really just do it casually. I wanted to annoy my sister."

Zhu Mei looked innocent.

"Ha ha."

Hei Mumu didn't reply, only responded with "hehe".

time forward,

Just when Hei Mu was stopped by Zhu Mei's words, Leng Kong suddenly untied the huge bag on his back.

Heimu admitted that his mind was tense at the time, and the magic gun was ready to go.

But when he saw that it was full of packaged ingredients instead of the hot weapon he thought, he was stunned again.

What is this routine?
Then Zhu Mei invited Hei Mu to have dinner together, and the martial arts master picked up the spatula,

Since he wasn't looking for revenge, how could he be as free and easy as his little aunt?

Then a full table was made with the ingredients from the cold air belt.

Living in seclusion in the deep mountains, without any skills, really can't replenish the energy needed by the body.

"Okay. These should be enough."

"I've been honored by all of you and had a rich meal. I originally thought about going out to pick up supplements tomorrow, but now I can postpone it for another day."

Leng Kong took off his coat and prepared to take a good tonic.

"what!"

"It tastes good?"

Zhu Mei took a sip, and immediately said in surprise: "Uncle, have you ever learned how to cook?"

"It's okay. Everything in the world leads to the same goal. If you practice martial arts to the extreme, your eyesight, heat, and control are a little better than ordinary people, so the food you cook will taste better."

"Plus you are tired from climbing the mountain and hungry, so it feels good to eat."

Although Kuroki was talking to Zhu Mei, the corner of his eyes lingered on the perfect figure exposed by Leng Kong.

The golden ratio figure, without a trace of flawed muscle groups and lines, this is the result of filling protein powder in the gym and exercising, right?

Can the muscles trained by this plasticity defeat the three major assassination schools of the Wu clan, Lei Xinliu, and Inabaliu?

blow it?
With just a glance, Hei Mu dared to use his experience as a master to conclude that Leng Kong is definitely not a martial artist, just a bragging young man.

Because the muscles and body are a bit out of touch with warriors.

"Hurry up and eat, we still have work to do!"

Leng Kong picked up the plate and poured it into his mouth. He ate quite boldly, but he didn't notice that Hei Mu had unconsciously evaluated himself.

Instead, he is urging Zhu Mei to eat with heart, because he can't wait to see what kind of strength can be called "the ultimate martial artist"!
"us?"

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?"

"not?"

Hearing Leng Kong's words, Zhu Mei's cheeks blushed instantly, and her ten fingers were twisted into a ball.

Stuttering and panting, "What is it? Uncle Heimu is still here, Mr. Leng. You are so bad."

"What's wrong with me?"

Leng Kong, who was eating, raised his head with a dazed expression.

When she saw Zhu Mei's blushing cheeks that were about to drip water, she stuffed a big chicken leg over it.

"What is the little girl thinking?"

"The business I'm talking about is helping Uncle He."

"Hand in hand?"

"It turns out. No. Not which. Which"

Knowing that she had misunderstood, Zhu Mei's eyes trembled, she didn't want the chicken legs, her little head was buried in an instant, her feet were rubbing against the ground, and she really wanted to sneak in.

Ahhh so... so embarrassing!

"Little devil, I said, do you really want to practice with me?"

This kind of children's playfulness is not worth mentioning to Hei Mu, and he looked at Leng Kong without any fluctuation in his eyes.

"Well, uncle can be regarded as a warrior, it would be a pity to miss it."

Cold air sweeps over a plate of steak.

"Hehe. I'm also considered a warrior?"

Hearing this, the corners of Kuroki's mouth twitched.

If he is only a martial artist, is there any real martial artist in the world?

"But if I'm not mistaken, your muscles were developed in the gym, right?"

"Well, that's right, it's just working out the basics in the gym."

"It's useless for muscles to look good. Muscles built by eating protein powder in the gym are not suitable for fighting."

"Whether it works or not, you will know if you try it."

Leng Kong kept his hands on his hands, with a slight smile on his face, and fighting spirit in his eyes.

My muscles have been questioned by many people, but in the end they were all beaten in the face.

Kuroki wasn't the first and won't be the last.

The "steel body" created by Jie Xiongming is a perfect body capable of carrying many supernatural powers. How could it be equal to an ordinary bodybuilder?
"Hehe. Young people just don't look back until they hit the south wall."

"Okay, it's considered to be a waste of your ingredients, and I will practice with you later."

After living in seclusion for a long time, Kuroki also wanted to exercise his muscles.

In the original book, after hearing that Katahara Mietang said that the Fist Wish Desperate Tournament was about to start, he, a full-level boss, also ran away to abuse vegetables.

Without him, it's just that the heights are extremely cold, and I have been lonely for a long time.

Rest for half an hour after meals,
The two stood facing each other on the grass in front of the hut.

"Come on, let me see your style."

Hei Mu looked at Leng Kong with the mentality of training a junior.

"Hehe. Uncle, concentrate, my fists are heavy."

Leng Kong hopped in small steps, clenched his fists on both sides of his waist and swung them rapidly, posing a standard Jeet Kune Do fighting posture.

"Go ahead!"

Heimu's body sank slightly, his hands were empty.

"Mr. Leng, come on!"

"After the fight, let's go pick mushrooms."

Zhu Mei moved a small stool and sat on the sidelines, shouting enthusiastically.

It's winter, how can there be any mushrooms for you to pick?

Leng Kong complained speechlessly.

Suck.
Take a deep breath, throw away distracting thoughts, lower your eyelids to concentrate your mind.

"Be careful, uncle!"

When he opened his eyes again, the fighting spirit in Leng Kong's body rose endlessly, his blood energy surged up, and turned into a terrifying momentum outside his body, but the momentum was invisible but flattened the grass under his feet.

Bang!
The ground was kicked off, and the cold air was like a fast-moving cart rolling towards Heimu at high speed.

Ok?
This "momentum"?
Isn't this kid bragging?

Did he really defeat the other three assassins?
Kuroki concentrated instantly, moved his right foot forward, and quickly changed from ordinary pile pose to cat adachi.

But it's too late!
Because the cold air that turned on "Thunder Flash" has crushed in front of him, and the fist is also infinitely enlarged in his pupils.

　Do you add some follow-up reading every day?

　　Last week, the editor said that I could have picked up the leak and pushed it, but I was only one place short.

　　Give me a little bit this week, how about pushing it on the shelves?
　　I beg!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)