Fighter of the Destiny

Xuanyuan Po was a little surprised. No one had ever been able to see the skills he practiced, but now he was exposed by Bi Yihonghong's words.

Seeing his expression, Bie Yihong knew that she had guessed correctly and asked, "Is this the technique that Chen Changsheng chose for you?"

Xuanyuan Po nodded.

Bie Yihong praised: "I always thought that his talent for cultivation was excellent, but I didn't expect that his vision was equally good. This dean is very competent at his job."

Xuanyuan Po thought for a while and said, "That's hard to say."

Bie Yihong glanced at his right arm again and said, "I can see that you practiced well, but there seems to be something wrong."

Xuanyuan Po didn't pay attention and wiped the remaining meat juice on his fingers with paper.

A different kind of red voice sounded again, entered his ears, and then entered his heart.

"Tian Lei Yin is Tian Lei Hidden, hiding wind and thunder in the absence of signs. You are not wrong about this. It can even be said that you have practiced it extremely well."

Bie Yihong said: "It's just a little too deliberate."

Xuanyuan Po raised his head and asked in a daze: "Sir, what are you talking about?"

Bie Yihong looked at him and said: "Plant the roots of the tree deeply in the fertile soil, so that it cannot see the sky and the earth, and it will not suffer from the strong wind. It is purified by the fire of the earth. Thunder is secretly growing in the meantime. It accumulates over time. When the soil is broken, It suddenly grows into a giant tree, and the branches and leaves are filled with thunder and lightning. Who can stop its power?"

Xuanyuan Po's eyes fell on his right arm with a different kind of blush.

His right arm was obviously atrophied, especially when compared with his thick left arm, it was dazzling and looked particularly miserable.

Many drinkers in the tavern thought this was the disability he suffered after being defeated by Tian Haiyaer in Kyoto, and they laughed at him many times.

Only he knew what terrible power was hidden in this seemingly crippled right arm.

Of course it has been seen through now.

Only then did Xuanyuan Po realize that he was facing a strong man in the sacred realm, a legendary figure at the level of wind and rain in all directions.

His expression suddenly became much more serious, and he asked, "What does it mean to be deliberate?"

Bie Yihong said: "Thunder is the natural law of heaven and earth. Hidden can only hide its meaning, but does not need to hide its form. It is just like a real towering tree. Once it breaks out of the ground, it carries thousands of earth and rocks with it, and its momentum seems astonishing. But it has lost its most important feature.”

Xuanyuan Po continued to ask: "What are its characteristics?"

Bie Yihong asked: "What is the external method of Tianlei Yin?"

Xuanyuan Po said without hesitation: "Fist."

Biyidianhong smiled and said, "I happen to know something about this."

In the battle at Tianshu Mausoleum, he saw with his own eyes that Queen Tianhai shocked the world with her punch, and he had great insights.

Over the years, he also started to use fists, so in the world after Tianhai, no one's fists were more powerful than his.

Naturally, no one has more extensive and profound knowledge than him.

"Why didn't the Holy Queen use Mu Feng or Ru Yi back then, but instead used her fists to face us guys?"

Bie Yihong looked into Xuanyuan Po's eyes and said calmly: "That's because the fist is a part of our body. It can rise and fall according to the will. Compared with external objects such as swords and guns, at least when it rises and closes, The speed is faster at that time, and speed...is power."

Xuanyuan Po's eyes lit up.

The demon clan values ​​pure power more than humans and demons. As a member of the demon clan, he is certainly no exception. However, Biyanghong’s words touched him not because of this, but because These words implicitly revealed a very important truth.

Regardless of Taoism, swordsmanship, formations, they are all used in battle after all. All methods are inseparable from their origins, and ultimately point to speed and power. No matter how magnificent and dazzling the picture is, or how powerful the momentum is, there is no difference in essence. .

The Hidden Wind Thunder can indeed accumulate power to the maximum, but as Bianyanghong said, it will affect the speed of the move.

How can we maximize these two points at the same time?

Xuanyuan Po raised his own question.

Bie Yihong began to explain to him using his precious experience gained from hundreds of years of monastic life and countless battles.

Xuanyuan Po's expression became more and more focused, and he even forgot to breathe.

The room became extremely quiet, and the morning breeze passed through the gaps in the paper door, gently stirring the crystal stones and the three small towers on the ground.

If Wuxianbi's impatient snort hadn't been heard, the teaching might have continued for a long time.

Xuanyuan Po came to his senses, bowed to Bi Yihong and then stood up and left the house.

Standing on the wooden board in front of the house, looking at the smoke rising from time to time outside the courtyard, he was silent for a long time. The words Bie Yihong said gradually merged with his years of hard training experience, making him want to solve many problems in his practice, and even faintly approaching a certain boundary.

He took a deep breath of the cool air, stepped on the cool white pebbles to the wall, filled the dwarf pine with water with a small wooden spoon, then lowered his head and picked up the cool well water and washed several handfuls vigorously. Face, confirming that he was completely awake, wiped off the water stains on his face, and walked out of the small courtyard.

The beating of war drums still continued from the upper city.

The sound of waves in the Red River is getting louder and louder, and they are very close.

Matsuchi has woken up, and the neighbors are yawning, picking at their eyes, holding earthenware pots, and waiting in line to buy breakfast.

Some coolies who had finished breakfast were sitting on the long benches outside the porridge shop, crossing their feet and chatting. It was as if they could not hear the war drums coming from the upper city, nor the roar of the Red River not far away, but they did not It doesn't mean that they are not interested in the Chosen Ceremony. Many people are talking about which arena they should go to after work to watch the excitement.

Xuanyuan Po walked through the street.

An acquaintance of the girl next door asked him if he had had breakfast, and he smiled and nodded. An acquaintance of the coolie man asked him that the business of the tavern had been so bad recently, when would the boss be willing to sell cheap ale for two yuan a cup? He shook his head and said he didn't know.

Then, very casually, the owner of the bun shop asked him what he was going to do so early in the morning.

He stopped and replied, "I'm going to attend the Chosen Ceremony."

The street was quiet for a moment, and even the heat mist overflowing from the edge of the steamer in the shop froze for a moment.

The next moment the laughter started, and it didn't stop for a long time, getting louder and louder, mocking or funny, kind or malicious.

Xuanyuan Po touched the back of his head and smiled honestly.

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The arena where Xuanyuan Po went was in Matsucho, which was very close to his home. He could walk there instead of taking a car, which would save him a lot of money.

When he walked to the street where the ring was located, there were already many spectators gathered there, but the registration list was not even filled with two pages.

This place is very remote, far away from the imperial city and the castle tower. No big shot will notice this place, and there cannot be any powerful people. Naturally, it cannot attract strong people who want to challenge themselves. Those who are willing to compete here are often Ordinary monster people who have no idea about the Heavenly Selection Ceremony and just want to have some fun with their bravery. This kind of battle between ordinary people is naturally not exciting, and is often more like a fight between gangsters in the market. It will stop after one round.

The Carp Tribe judge and two supervisors in charge of this arena were extremely bored. Those Matsucho officials felt even more bored. The junior official at the registration table had even begun to feel sleepy. His head dropped from time to time, and he didn't know when he would hit the edge of the table heavily.

Xuanyuan Po walked to the table and knocked on the table gently.

The junior official woke up with a start, raised his head angrily, and wanted to scold him, but was stunned.