The Last Mecha

Chapter 19 Bottlenecks, Conflicts

It is said that he is a master who affects his whole life, but in his last life, Wu Gou followed Jiang Mulin to practice martial arts for only four or five years.This master traveled all his life and never stopped, his hands were stained with the blood of foreigners. After responding to Emperor Xia's call, he would not stop spreading the seeds of Xingyiquan all over the world. In addition, the wars in the future became more and more fierce. The chance of them meeting is actually not considered. many.

Xingyi Sanjue, "Half-step Bengquan", "Dantian Qi Da", "Big Rod Twisting", as well as Jiang Mulin's own unique six-step sword and the ultimate state that he finally comprehended after several years-Huajin, ascending In the first life, Wu Gou only spied on the superficiality, and before he could pass on the essence, the two of them were already submerged in the ocean of war.

His own fortune depends more on wild talent and the opportunities of the times, coupled with the explosion of technology, self-exploration in new fields, Jiang Mulin in his last life just gave him the wind to fly.

So Wu Gou already had a plan in mind. In this life, he would attract attention, become the master's more painstaking personal disciple, and learn more family treasures from him.

Moreover, nowadays, martial arts masters are no longer simply knight-errants who fight with their swords. More and more complex forces and rulers are waiting behind them. If they want to save the Wu family from the tragedy of destroying their families, Wu Gou may need With the help of Jiang Mulin's energy.

Back to the present, Wu Gou returned to his room non-stop after completing the order, straightened his back and straightened his bones, and practiced piles one after another.

He was indeed a talent for martial arts at a young age, otherwise Jiang Mulin would not have taken him in alone when there were thousands of homeless children in the world.

These days, Wu Gou has new feelings about his body every day. The originally thin muscles and bones gradually gain tension, and a small amount of slightly rounded muscles protrude from the skinny arms and thighs. The hand touch has obviously a different texture than before.

More importantly, he has completely got rid of the symptoms of anemia. His current body can't be called very strong, but he can more or less bear the word "skinny".

Facing ordinary people with no fighting experience, he has the confidence to win easily without relying on sneak attacks.

After half a day of Zhuanggong practice, Wu Gou was out of breath, sweating profusely, and the value on the qi detector had become 0.99, which was a slight improvement compared to yesterday's value of 0.98.

But it's not that Wu Gou's exercise is ineffective, but that he has reached the limit of the natural human body. The energy level, martial arts attainments, and physical fitness are often positively correlated, but this trend is not absolutely consistent.Wu Gou's martial arts attainments are improving, but Qi is not necessarily. Right now is such a node.

To break through the limitations of 1, there are naturally many ways in later generations, but in the current era, most people have to rely on the accumulation of years, and finally hard piles and broken walls.

That was too slow for Wu Gou.

If he wants to take the initiative to break through, he needs an introduction, the thing that reacts most strongly to qi - qi metal.Although it is too early to contact the introduction at the stage of breaking through 0.99, Wu Gou has confidence in himself.

In this era, more in-depth technologies on Qi metal have not yet appeared, such as electric contact and liquid contact, the technology for further reaction between the human body and Qi metal is not mature enough, only in large ships, tanks and forts. application.

Qi weapons at that time generally referred to swords, guns and guns simply mixed with a certain proportion of Qi metal in the alloy, and their power and effectiveness were far less terrifying than those of later generations.

But for him, this kind of product purely mixed with energy metal is just right to be used as an introduction to break through energy level.

After thinking about it, Wu Gou went to the Tiger Stove to take a shower as usual. The hot water flowed through the body without any burning sensation, and the muscle soreness and abnormal feeling were completely eliminated.

He knew in his heart that in the field of martial arts, he had officially raised his feet and stood on the threshold.

After rinsing, Wu Gou was very happy, steaming from Wu Gou's body, wearing a gray gown, with wet bangs sticking to his forehead.When he turned his head, he saw a vaguely familiar figure squatting pitifully on the side of the less populated street in the distance, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

That looks like his younger brother, Wu Yong, the youngest boy of the Wu family.

Behind him were two men with evil eyebrows and mouse eyes, looking around and approaching with unkind eyes.

Wu Yong is 13 years old this year, and he has a personality that is indifferent to the world.The child of the poor has long been in charge of the family. He has been bathed in a strong family atmosphere since he was a child. Apart from his playful side, he is actually very sensible, not too smart, but he has no bad intentions.

At this time, he was squatting on the street, and there were some mud marks on his freshly washed shirt. If you looked closely, you would find spots of bruises on his right shoulder.

The strange glances of passers-by on both sides were ignored, and he was immersed in his own thoughts.

At this moment, a big rough hand suddenly patted Wu Yong's shoulder, waking him up from his contemplation, followed by an unpleasant smell of sweat and smoke, and a rough voice like a broken gong.

"Le'er, why did you run to the street and cry alone? Didn't you just get scolded by your father? It's okay, Second Uncle will buy you some delicious food, and then we'll go back and apologize to your father, shall we?"

Wu Yong turned his head, and what caught his eye was a strange face that he had never seen before. The thin, triangular eyes, and the bland smile gave him the urge to turn around and run away.

But the person who claimed to be the second uncle had already expected his reaction. He clamped the 13-year-old child vigorously with his arms. At the same time, another thin man with protruding ears appeared from behind Wu Yong, with a rope and a Worn sacks.

The two blocked passers-by's sight one by one, covered Wu Yong's mouth with their triangular eyes, and did not give him a chance to make a sound, and then they quickly dragged him to an alley not far away.

Wu Yong immediately understood that he had been warned many times by his parents to shoot flowers. In today's Daxia, such scumbags are not rare. A boy in his early ten years would be paid around 50 yuan. They are sold to rural families in the interior who cannot give birth to boys, or sent to black coal kilns and mines at a lower price.

He struggled hard, but his 13-year-old body couldn't break free from the control of the two grown men at all. The man with protruding ears and eyes gave a dull slap when he raised his hand, which made his brain ring.

In a trance, Wu Yong was dragged into the corner of the alley by two people, and there was no one around.They would put him in a sack here, wrap the rope around it, and Jiang Song would never see the child again the next day.

And at this most desperate moment, Triangular Eyes suddenly felt a gust of wind behind his head, and then a whip punch was thrown from the right rear, with a huge momentum piercing into his fragile neck.Amid the sound of bone pain in the ears, the dry head with triangular eyes tilted unnaturally to the side, and fell to the ground with the whole body.

In Zhao Feng'er's field of vision, the companion in front of him suddenly tilted, and Wu Gou, who appeared behind him, had a frighteningly gloomy expression.

(End of this chapter)