Blood Dragon God

Chapter 22

Calmly walked to the door of the stone pagoda on the fourth floor, and looked at the big drum hanging in front of the door.

This big drum is as big as a millstone, thick and solid, with the color of black iron all over its body, but I don't know what material it is made of; on the back of the drum, there are two extremely thick and strong tendons of the bull demon, floating there quietly Quietly.

And just about one meter away in front of this big drum, a row of iron and steel fences was erected, with a line of words written on the fences.

"Stand here, punch the drum with your fists, and the drum will ring the three links, and the tower door will open by itself."

Wang Liang stepped forward and stood still, his eyes glanced at the words on the fence.

These words were all carved on the fence by someone with supreme finger strength. It is unimaginable for this person to be able to engrave words on the fine steel god iron with a finger pen.

What is even more unbelievable is that the handwriting of these words is round and there is no obscurity, which shows that this person carved words on the fine steel god iron with his fingers effortlessly, and he did it casually, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

"This man's skill is so profound, his fingers are like knives and swords, extremely sharp and tenacious, I don't know what level he has reached, his senior demeanor is fascinating."

Wang Liang sighed leisurely, his eyes flickered, and looked towards the nameless drum hanging opposite him.

"The distance between the fence and the big drum is not close, and the arm is not that long at all. It is not easy to hit the drum with boxing. It is necessary to cultivate the big tendons on the arm to the point where it can be stretched freely. To beat the big drum, it takes a lot of strength. , and it can’t be small.”

"Looking at it from this point of view, it is easy to achieve this only if you have a strong muscle like a dragon, and a body like iron, and then you can understand it thoroughly and exercise your muscles and bones."

Tongbeiquan is famous for its special arm extension action.

Arm extension movement requires force to be sent from the back, through the shoulders and elbows to reach the fingertips, so the back, shoulders, and elbows are required to be coordinated and stretched vigorously, not simply extending the arms.

"Big chopping and rubbing, long strokes and long strikes, rough and unrestrained, fierce and solid, vigorous and powerful, stretched and generous, and both internal and external, combining hardness and softness."

In Wang Liang's mind, he silently remembered that in the Tibetan Martial Arts Pavilion, there was a record about Tongbeiquan, page after page of this boxing technique, its characteristics, mysteries, and it was integrated in an instant.

On the third floor of the Zangwu Pavilion, Wang Liang read through a large number of martial arts cheats, memorized them in his heart, and integrated them. At this time, he passed the key points of Tongbei Quan in his heart, and he was completely enlightened and fully comprehended.

"My muscles and bones have been tempered by the dragon's blood, and they are extremely powerful. There shouldn't be any problems in performing Tongbei Fist."

He shook his wrist lightly, and there was a crisp sound in the air.

The wrist was like a whip, and between shaking, it critically hit the air, triggering a series of sonic booms.

"Tongbei fist?"

A young man who was learning martial arts secrets on the third floor of the Tibetan Martial Arts Pavilion, his eyes lit up when he heard the sound of the sonic boom, followed the sound, and looked towards Wang Liang. This young man was ugly and had a low skull. Flat, with protruding eyebrows and ridges, and large teeth, like a humanoid ape.

Ape-man blood, the blood of the primordial monster ape flows in this boy's body.

"Who is this person? He actually thoroughly understood Tongbei Quan. Legend has it that the full name of Tongbei Quan is Yuanxian Tongbei Quan. It is the ancestor of my monster ape lineage. After comprehending the world, Taoism is natural. It took endless years to study it. Leave it for future generations to use to strengthen their bodies."

"In the Cangwu Pavilion, there are only ordinary Tongbei Fist, which can only exercise the muscles and bones. There is no Ape Immortal Tongbei Fist, but this young man does not have the blood of the Ape Immortal, nor has he seen the Ape Immortal Tongbei Fist. With an ordinary martial arts secret book, he can thoroughly understand Tong Bei Quan, his aptitude is so high, it is impressive."

The monster ape boy glanced at Wang Liang appreciatively. He could tell that Wang Liang hadn't shown his blood talent yet. In his opinion, Wang Liang was just an ordinary boy with a very high understanding.

"Unfortunately, without blood talent, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky if you want to connect with the clouds, communicate with the world, and reach the realm of mana."

Shaking his head, the monster ape boy no longer looked at Wang Liang, he lowered his head, and the cheat book he was holding in his hand was impressively punching back.

The blood of the Primordial Demon Ape flows in his body, and when he practices Tongbeiquan, he has an innate advantage compared with others, and he can get twice the result with half the effort.

"Ring for me!"

Wang Liang stood still, his blood flowed, and a Primordial Violent Ape appeared behind him. This Violent Ape stood upright, holding the sun and the moon in his hand, extremely majestic.

Arms stretched forward, clenched into fists, the punch was like electricity, bombarding the nameless drum hanging in front.

This punch stretched out, and Wang Liang's arm seemed to become much longer in an instant. The blue veins on the arm jumped like a dragon, twisted and twisted, and suddenly collapsed straight. He struck out with all his strength.

A punch landed on the nameless drum.

Boom!
The big drum was vibrated and made a dull drum sound.

"What is this drum made of? With one punch, I have great strength. I thought I could punch through this big drum, but I didn't expect that it just made this big drum make a dull sound."

Wang Liang stared at the big drum, feeling a little unbelievable in his heart.

After the bang, the drum fell into silence again.

"One drum is as powerful as a tiger, then it declines, and three times it is exhausted. If you want to play the three-way drum, you must concentrate all your strength and pull it out vigorously, continuously."

Wang Liang didn't stop, the phantom of the Primordial Violent Ape condensed with qi and blood behind him, punching his chest with both fists, raised his head to the sky and screamed, roaring silently.

"Punch through the world!"

When the punch in the first form of "Tong Bei Fist" was performed, the phantom of the Primordial Violent Ape behind Wang Liang rose to the sky with this punch, and his blood condensed into a punch, which once again slammed the big drum .

At this time, the big tendons on Wang Liang's arms were aching. Every time he used Tong Bei Fist, he needed to stretch the veins on his arms. The veins collapsed and straightened as fast as lightning.

During the stretching and stretching, Wang Liang's big tendons made a rattling sound, as if they were about to tear, break, and shatter the big tendons.

"Although my muscles, bones and skin have been tempered by dragon's blood, I have never used moves to flow away my qi and blood, and have truly stretched and nourished them. There are still many deficiencies in them. I will continue to pay attention to them in my future practice."

During the two punches, Wang Liang discovered his own shortcomings, and secretly kept it in his heart. When preparing to practice in the future, he corrected them one by one, so as not to leave hidden dangers to his future martial arts path.

All in all, Wang Liang's body was nourished by the dragon's blood, and his progress was too fast. It can be said that he reached the sky in one step.

But Wang Liang's spirit, reaction, and body have not yet adapted to this change.

To adapt to this change, a lot of repetitive training is required, so that this change becomes an instinct of Wang Liang's body.

"It's still short of the last ring!"

Wang Liang stared at the big drum hanging in front of the stone pagoda door. At this moment, he had almost exhausted all his strength, panting, and white air churned between breaths.

There were crystal beads of sweat on his forehead and eyebrows.

Snap, snap.
Drops of sweat fell into the stone tower.

(End of this chapter)