Tianlong's scourge of martial arts

Chapter [-] Difficult

Lifting his right hand, with the palm facing upwards, Zhang Feng's eyes were fixed on the palm, as if he had some treasure in his hand.

A cloud of gray air continuously overflowed from Zhang Feng's hands, and finally gathered three inches above his palm, forming a ball the size of a thumb.

Although Zhang Feng's martial arts are strong, he never sets his sights too high. He knows that the way of martial arts has a long history and cannot be accomplished overnight, so he started from a young age.

"Turn!" Zhang Feng shouted, and as his voice fell, the ball trembled slightly, and then moved above his palm at a speed comparable to that of a turtle.

But as the ball rolled, its speed became faster and faster, so fast that it was almost hard to see with the naked eye, and a gray ring appeared out of thin air.

"Go!" Zhang Feng didn't move his palm, but he saw that the spinning ball, without being hit, flew towards the bamboo a foot away.The ball stuck to the surface of the bamboo and rolled three circles from top to bottom, leaving an obvious dent on the bamboo where it passed, and then disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Feng walked around the bamboo and nodded in satisfaction when he saw that the sunken marks on it were uniform in depth.Unlike Feng Lin, Zhang Feng is very strict with himself.[-]% of the internal force, [-]% or [-]% of the effect is unqualified for him.

The farther the gas is from the body, the more difficult it is to control.For a whole afternoon, Zhang Feng practiced using "spirit" to control Qi, and in a short time he was able to perfectly control the two layers of internal force within a radius of one zhang from his body.

The internal energy in Zhang Feng's body is as endless as the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and the exhausted internal energy is quickly replenished.But his spirit was getting worse and worse, his face under the mask was pale and covered with sweat.

In a trance, even if Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and persisted, it would be difficult for him to achieve anything.

"That's all for today!"

Just as Zhang Feng stopped, he felt dizzy in just a moment, and couldn't help but staggered.

"It's too late!"

Zhang Feng grabbed the bamboo beside him with his left hand and his head with his right hand, clenching his teeth tightly. He just felt that his head was about to burst as it was chopped with a knife and axe and stirred with a stick.

click!

The severe pain in the head made Zhang Feng vent his strength on the bamboo in his hand, and the hard bamboo was crushed by Zhang Feng.

Thanks to Zhang Feng's determination as steel, the 'god' has been stronger than others since he was born.If it was someone else, he would have gone crazy long ago.

The foreground was dangling, as if the soul and the body were not in harmony, the limbs were obviously not sore, but when they raised their hands to lift them away, it was as heavy as lead.

Sitting cross-legged, Zhang Feng took off the mask on his face, and pressed his fingertips on the Cuanzhu, Sizhukong, Taiyang, Fengchi, Tianzhu and other acupoints.His hands seemed to be holding something heavy, although they were slow, they were firm.A trace of internal force came out, like cool spring water stimulating many acupoints, which shocked Zhang Feng's spirit.

A ray of white air that was as thick as a thumb and straight came out from the top of Zhang Feng's head, and gathered above him to form a white air mass, which condensed and did not disperse, showing the depth of his inner strength.

Every time Zhang Feng clicked on an acupoint, the severe pain in his head would subside a little, until later the pain was within Zhang Feng's tolerance.

At this time, Zhang Feng not only had a headache, but was also very tired mentally. He wished he could sleep for three days and three nights before giving up.

"You have to take it easy next time, it's not a good feeling!" Zhang Feng showed a wry smile on his pale face, shook his head, and then he lay sprawled on the ground indecently, and went to sleep with his eyes closed.

It took two days for Zhang Feng to fully recover his state.

Zhang Feng suddenly realized that his head seemed to be clearer.

"Recovering after exhaustion of internal energy is helpful for the improvement of skill. Logically speaking, this should mean that my 'god' is stronger." Zhang Feng thought for a while and gave the answer.

"Although they are two different systems, I still figured out some things. Since the inner strength method can enhance the power, there must be some secret method that can enhance the 'god'." Zhang Feng is very convinced of his conjecture.

Shaking his head, Zhang Feng was temporarily suppressed by this thought. That kind of secret method cannot be thought of in a short time. The most urgent thing is to quickly control the internal force.

For the next time, Zhang Feng practiced without sleep or food.The further he got to the back, the more difficult it was for him to control his internal energy, and he was depressed, and he would spend a day or two resting.

Zhang Feng has been sensitive to martial arts since he was a child, and he can master any martial arts as soon as he learns it.

As for Baihong palm strength, this is the most difficult martial art that Zhang Feng has practiced so far.Even if more than a month has passed, he can only control [-]% of his internal energy, and the speed of improvement in the end is really too slow to bear.Zhang Feng estimated that he would not succeed in two months.

two months?By then the day lily will be cold.

"Give you more than one month of freedom, it's enough if you think about it." Zhang Feng stood up and looked at the Xixia Palace in the distance, his eyes seemed to be fixed on a smaller figure through space.

In the ice cellar, just as Tianshan Child Elder finished her skills, she slit the deer's throat and poured the deer's blood into Xu Zhu's throat.

"Little monk, your Buddhist precept is not to eat meat and fish. Is this precept broken? One precept is broken, so what's the problem if you break the second precept? Hmph, whoever opposes me in the world, I will oppose him to the end. All in all , I will make you unable to become a monk." Child Elder said with a smile.

"Amitabha, the little monk was forced by the child elder, not voluntarily, I hope the Lord Buddha will learn from you. Although I have not committed any crime, it is my past work, I am willing to accept it, and I have no complaints. It is said in the scriptures: Don't worry about suffering, because you know how to achieve it. ..." Xu Zhu chanted Buddhist scriptures.

Child Elder sneered, just wanted to say something to Xu Zhu.But in the darkness, her ears moved slightly, her face changed drastically, she tapped her right hand, and untied the acupuncture points on Xu Zhu's body.

"Child Elder, you unlock my acupoints, are you going to let the little monk go away? Amitabha, the benefactor is merciful, the little monk is very grateful." Xu Zhu looked at Child Elder in amazement, and then hurriedly expressed his thanks.

"Let you go, you bastard, someone is coming, probably that bitch." Child Elder patted Xu Zhu's head angrily, shouted in a low voice, her eyes fixed on the front.

"Ah! That's what to do!" Xu Zhu panicked when he thought of Li Qiushui's ruthlessness.He can count the time.It has only been two months now, that is to say, Child Elder has only recovered her 60-year-old skills, how can she be Li Qiushui's opponent?

"Staying in the ice cellar now, there is no second way out, we can't escape. Little monk, wait for me to restrain her, you take this opportunity... take this opportunity to slap her, and then he will vent his anger, maybe There is hope for us to escape." Child Elder groaned secretly in her heart, she blamed herself for only focusing on her own cultivation these days, and did not teach Xu Zhu how to practice kung fu, so that until now Xu Zhu has not shown the palm technique.Relying on Xu Zhu to beat Li Qiushui, Child Elder only feels that the future is bleak. (To be continued.)