plant master

"Xiaobai, my sister got fifty cents from selling garbage, let's go, I invite you to eat popsicles!~"

"Yu Meimei, where are you going? Hey, I still have money to eat popsicles. Give me a bite." In the alley at the entrance of the village, Wang Jinsanpang, a village child, brought a few young boys to stop the old Yu's family. Child.

"Get out of the way! Ask your mother to pay you to buy it." Although Yu Meimei is young, she is quite brave. San Fatty doesn't buy the other party's account at all.

"Hey, you dare to challenge me." San Pang took a step forward, grabbed the popsicle in Meimei's hand, and wanted to snatch her over.Meimei tried her best to resist, but she was not the heavyweight opponent of San Fatty. She was pushed to the ground, and the popsicle fell to the ground with a clatter, covering it with a layer of plaster.

"You, you bully people!"

"Who bullied you?" San Pang had no shame, and said to a black and thin boy beside him: "Go, bring me that kid's popsicle, don't make it dirty."

The black and skinny boy nodded, and angrily stepped forward to grab the popsicle in the five-year-old's hand.

Pull hard, and the latter remains motionless.I pulled it a few more times, but it still didn't move.

"Let go!" The black and thin boy felt ashamed. A ten-year-old boy couldn't pull a five-year-old boy, so he pushed the other person's chest hard in desperation.

Bai Bai's body swayed, but the black and thin boy was bounced back a few steps.Sanpang, Meimei and other children looked at this scene in puzzlement.

"Why push me? I'll push you too." Bai Bai tilted his head and thought for a while, then stretched out his chubby little hand and pushed the black-handed boy's chest.

"Uh--"

The black-handed boy let out a muffled grunt, flew upside down four or five meters in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.Lie on the ground stunned and forgot to get up.

Sanpang and the others stared blankly at this scene.Opened his mouth--

"Damn! What a ghost!" Several little villains cried to their father and mother.Fuck the shit out of the scene.

Meimei stood up, staring blankly at the backs of San Pang and the others, and coldly looking at Bai Bai who was staring at her palm in a daze, the latter didn't seem to understand what happened just now.

"Bai Bai, why are you so strong?" Meimei asked.

"I don't know, I just pushed it lightly, and he flew out by himself." Bai Bai said in a daze.

......

With the passage of time, more and more strange things happened to Bai Bai, to Lao Yu's family.In particular, sister Meimei caused deep troubles.

Just when Bai Bai started a rich and colorful life at Lao Yu's house, five kilometers away, in a courtyard house in a mountainous area, Ye Feng's attention shifted to another matter.

During this period of confinement, Yan Long took the opportunity to teach Ye Feng the martial arts knowledge of martial artists, preparing for the "International Death Fighting Competition" half a year later.

Under such circumstances, zf also intends to allow himself to participate.What is it that is so attractive?Ye Feng became more and more curious.

Ye Feng did not refuse, and actively cooperated with the special training.A chance to improve your strength for free, why not?

Behind the courtyard was transformed into a training ground by Ye Feng.It is full of targets made of logs and boulders.

Standing in front of a two-meter-high boulder, Yan Long said solemnly: "To understand the mystery of martial arts, you must first understand the source of power in martial arts."

"Warriors outside the school think that martial arts are exquisite fighting skills, and they are obsessed with various exquisite moves, ignoring the essence of martial arts-fighting. The essence of fighting is to use the body or weapons of the fighter to cause the greatest damage to the enemy."

"In ancient times, people's enemies were mainly people and beasts, so ancient martial arts were all aimed at 'human' moves."

"But in modern times, the enemy of warriors is not only people, but spears, cannons, body armor, and hard armor that can withstand bombardment. If warriors can't break these turtle shells, then the existence of warriors is no more than an ordinary person holding a gun. How much stronger."

Yan Long stroked the rock with his palm, revealing an expression of reminiscence: "In the vast history of Chinese civilization and the development of martial arts, two basic skills of martial arts were born - bright strength and dark strength."

"Those who are bright, move the whole body with one blow, and twist the muscles and muscles of the whole body into one piece. This is the trick of stacking force and hitting force. With one punch, the earth and rocks will be shattered." Yan Long just punched on the ground violently. On the rock, stone chips splashed, blasting a pit the size of a fist.

"Those who are dark, keep silent, and use breath vibrations to push blood and energy muscles, which is the trick to oscillate and magnify strength." Putting your palm on the rock, with a slight shock, the rock rustled down like gravel, and a hole four or five inches deep appeared. palm prints.

"As for Huajin, it is the transformation of the two kinds of strength, Mingjin and Darkjin. The strength of the whole body is free, the limbs and muscles are connected as one, the hardness and softness change, and the roundness is free."

Yan Long clenched his fist with his right hand and slammed it on the rock. The place where he hit was safe and sound, but the other side exploded with a bang.

"Tianwu practitioners can't help mastering their own muscles, organs, qi and blood, and know how to vibrate blood and qi to temper the body, with infinite power and endless life." Yan Long grabbed it with one hand, and the rock that weighed several tons was actually as light as Lifting it up like nothing, turning his hands around, the huge boulder rolled around on his arms and back like a balloon. With a light push on his back, the boulder flew five or six meters away, and landed with a bang, shaking the ground it hit.

After demonstrating all this, Yan Long's face remained unchanged, his breath remained unchanged, and he looked at Ye Feng and said: "Above Tianwu is Shenwu, and Shenwu not only controls himself to a fine degree, but also has a keen sense of the outside world." Howe. Look."

Yan Long walked to another boulder, put a finger on the rock, and closed his eyes.

Ye Feng released his mental power and carefully watched his every movement.

After half a sound, Yan Long's chest began to vibrate slightly. After a few seconds, muscles, blood, heart and lungs, every part of his body vibrated at the same frequency.The vibration was transmitted to the rock along the fingers, and the huge rock also started to vibrate, and the vibration was stronger than that in Yan Long's body!

During the violent vibration, countless fine cracks appeared inside the rock, which continued to enlarge—"Boom!" A few seconds later, the one-meter-high boulder exploded and shattered into dust!

What happened?

Ye Feng didn't understand how the rock was crushed like this.

Yan Long smiled lightly: "There is a scientist in the United States, named Nikola Tesla, who discovered that all substances in the world have their unique 'brittle frequency', as long as they master this 'brittle frequency', even steel can It would be as fragile as an egg shell. This mad scientist did an experiment where he used a vibrator the size of a palm to trigger an earthquake."

"Oh, I've heard about this man's deeds...could it be the same reason for the crushing of rocks just now?"

"That's right. The ancients were vaguely aware of this characteristic of matter, and unintentionally captured the brittle frequency of some matter, and created martial arts such as crushed stone palm and broken bone finger. The principle is actually They all use their own vibration to cause the resonance of foreign objects, causing them to reach a brittle frequency and suffer great damage." Yan Long calmly talked about the mysterious things.

"In our era, warriors have thoroughly understood the truth, and began to explore this 'power', trying to master the power of vibration and destruction. Later, some people succeeded, and they became the first generation of warriors. Throughout the ages No. 1."

"The mystery of vibration is far beyond the imagination of warriors. Specific vibration frequencies can make matter weak and strong. Throughout the ages, the theory of internal force has always been the method of vibrating blood. Warriors have explored it After reaching the appropriate frequency for tempering the human body, after a long period of tempering, the body becomes extremely strong. During the battle, if you master the brittle frequency of metal, a thick tank will be crushed with bare hands."

The reason is very simple, the body of the warrior is a vibration source, used to induce the vibration of foreign objects, and destroy the target with the resonance of "brittle frequency".

Simple to say, but difficult to do.

The human body is not a vibrator. To emit vibrations of various specific frequencies, the performer requires extremely fine control of himself and is proficient in the method of vibrating qi and blood.

Not only that, the brittle frequency of water, rock, metal, flesh and blood... all kinds of substances are ever-changing, and none of them are the same. How easy is it to grasp the brittle frequency of substances?What's more, in actual combat, decisions are often made in an instant. How easy is it to accurately grasp the enemy's brittle frequency in an instant?Moreover, things like the human body and armor are composed of more than a dozen kinds of substances, forming extremely complex things, and the frequency of brittleness is even more complicated... To instantly grasp the brittleness of the enemy, warriors can only rely on The "intuition" honed by thousands of years of practice-only a few people can have such a keen intuition.

Therefore, in order to reach the realm of a martial artist, talent, savvy, experience, and physical condition are all indispensable—one word, difficult! (To be continued..)