From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 82 Going Down the Mountain
pure white world,

Leng Kong squatted slightly, his eyes looked expectantly at Yu Lei's zero-experience body standing opposite him.

"Tool man, start your performance!"

Julius' super muscle control has not been obtained for the time being, so Yu Lei's zero-experience body, a tool man, cannot be wasted.

King Kong-type Dacheng can be achieved only by extreme control of muscles.

But I want to achieve the real "King Kong is not bad"!
Then the body and mind must be united, the spirit penetrates into every cell of the muscles, forging the muscles and bones into one body, and then integrate the spirit, body, and will into one furnace, thus opening up a new path!

Leng Kong feels that Hei Mu thinks highly of himself too much?

Even the imaginary "non-bad body" has been fiddled with, or is this his own way of cultivating the magic gun?

call out!
Yu Lei's zero-experience body looked indifferent, his eyes were murderous, but he ignored what Leng Kong was thinking.

The ultimate thunder flash was activated, blood was floating, and a person had appeared behind the cold sky.

"Come again!"

Leng Kong's eyeballs slid, and his vision was tightly locked on Yu Lei's zero-experienced body.

Prediction is not a secret skill, it just requires warriors to know how to do it more or less.

"First before" isn't all that magical.

It is the ultimate prediction, and it is impossible to avoid any attack.

This is what Leng Kong asked Heimu during the interval of practice.

Its training method is to pay attention to the opponent's body movements, shift of the center of gravity, and power flow, so as to speculate on the opponent's next move.

A further step is to be familiar with the opponent's fighting style, combining all external factors and internal fluctuations such as terrain, weather, each other's physical condition, and psychological condition.

Then see through the opponent's moves, so as to realize the prediction.

Of course, these can't be taught, it all depends on Leng Kong's own accumulation and comprehension in actual combat.

call out!
call out!
call out!
Hearing someone's request for a beating, the experience body is not polite, and hits the cold air again and again in the flashing speed, and after the process is finished, it floats aside and waits quietly for death.

"Is the prediction still not in place?"

Although Leng Kong has trained his dynamic vision to the point where he can catch Yu Lei Zero's figure, but the attack time is too short, apart from anticipation, ordinary counterattacks cannot react at all.

Unwilling to close his eyes, in the horror crisis of infinitely approaching death, his mind was unprecedentedly sensitive, and he began to sink into the Thor test in a state of extremely active spirit.

But one difference is that in the Thor trial, the visualization is thunder and lightning!

And what Leng Kong visualized was the Great God of Muscle, that is, his own physical body!
Bones, meridians, flesh and blood, skin, fine hair, and even the injuries caused by the experienced body are reflected in the spiritual world of Leng Kong under the extreme perception of the mind.

Although I feel that the true "King Kong is not bad" that Kuroki said is a bit fantasy.

But Leng Kong just didn't find the visualization target of "Thunder God's Trial", and just regarded it as a way to temper his will.

This is all right, the Thunder God trial just fits the "True King Kong is not bad" cultivation method.

After finding the correct way to open Yulei Zero Experience Body, even his Thor Trial was perfectly utilized by Leng Kong.

"call"

The mind was reset, and the turbid air was exhaled. Leng Kong did not collapse on the ground as before, but closed his eyes again and entered the real meditation.

The body is infinitely relaxed, the mind is emptied, and then emptied again.
At this time, it has been three months since he went up the mountain. Every morning, he observes and feels the rhythm of Kuroki's muscles, and then enters the pure white space to let Yulei Ling squeeze his body dry and enter the visualization.

After waking up, I fell into meditation to cleanse my spirit and eliminate negative emotions, and then I went to the back mountain to practice the two types of moves of Erhuliu Cao and King Kong.

It may be due to the dual blessings of visualization and super physical fitness, Leng Kong cultivated very quickly in the Vajra Form.

But it seems a bit slow in operation.

But Leng Kong is not in a hurry, although his maneuvering style is a bit poor, but at least he knows how to release his strength, and he will not be too passive in the face of opponents who are good at releasing his strength in the future.

After finishing the daily wall beating, leaving a rocky mountain wall full of paw prints, fist prints, and shoulder prints, I patted the stone chips on my body in the cold air, and returned to the wooden house.

"Ok?"

But as soon as he stepped onto the lawn, Leng Kong frowned slightly.

Because he found that outside the wooden house, the dog shed he had built by rubbing against the outer wall of the black wooden house. Bah, bah, the wooden shed is gone!
Where do you want to sleep by yourself?
There was only one bed in the Heimu hut, and Leng Kong fell into a coma once, and when Zhu Mei left the next day, Heimu kicked him out.

Although the body is strong, but the weather is cold and snowy in winter, so Leng Kong just built a wooden shed to hide.

gone now?
"Well, and wine?"

Walking into the room, seeing the wine that had never been on the table for three months, Leng Kong frowned even tighter, and at the same time, there was a bad premonition in his heart.

"Well, I asked them to bring the ingredients last time when the Zen Liuyuan delivered them."

Kuroki nodded, motioning for Leng Kong to sit down.

Ever since Ziyin found out from Zhu Mei that Leng Kong and Heimu were going to practice in the deep mountains, they would send helicopters to deliver supplies every three days.

No way, her muscle vase is too edible.

"Uncle, is nothing wrong?"

Leng Kong walked to his place.

"It's nothing, but you should go down the mountain."

Kuroki unscrewed the wine bottle and poured two bowls.

Leng Kong took the wine and said anxiously: "I haven't started yet!"

"No entry?"

"Hehe. Now you have learned to be humble."

"But the old man has nothing to teach you."

Heimu lifted the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp, with a look of relief on his face.

This kid, his physique and talent are really perverted. It took only three months to almost master Erhuliu's King Kong form.

It was not a waste of his efforts.

"how come?"

"I feel that uncle still has a lot to learn from him."

Wipe away the wine stains on the corners of his mouth, Leng Kong held up rainbow farts.

"Get out, teach you again, the old man's family will be wiped out."

Kuroki said angrily.

"All right!"

Seeing that Heimu said this, Leng Kong didn't insist anymore, and the house was demolished, so it was useless to persist.

Respectfully filled the black wood with wine, and then poured it for himself, "Uncle, I will never forget the grace of teaching you the art. If there is anything you want me to do in the future, just speak up."

"Hehe. Don't be so serious. I'm not teaching you for anything else. I just want to have another fellow Taoist on the way."

"Remember, martial arts are boundless, don't stop!"

"must!"

"Ha ha."

Bowl to drink.
blah blah blah.
Leng Kong boarded the helicopter delivering supplies.

Looking at the helicopter that quickly disappeared into the mountain stream, Kuroki looked forward to saying:

"Grow up, kid, my blood has been silent for too long...too long."

"Grow up, play a real fight with me, let me feel the passion of the past again! Haha"

Hei Mu's mouth twitched again when he returned to the room after finishing his bold words. Seeing the messy dining table.

"Do you have to wash so many dishes again?"

"However, fortunately, I finally sent this idiot away!"

(End of this chapter)