I Created the Fantasy World

The old man shook his head and left with a fan.

"Why doesn't anyone believe it!" The little boy sank down, "Big brother, do you believe in the existence of martial arts?"

"Of course I believe it." Wang Yu nodded, his five fingers were like claws, and he grabbed onto the stone table beside him. With a click, the stone table was immediately grabbed.

With five fingers running, the stone in his hand turned into dust and fell to the ground.

"Because I am a master of martial arts."

The little boy's eyes widened, he could hardly believe his own eyes.

How could the flesh and blood crush the granite!

He blinked, looked at Wang Yu dazedly, and asked, "Big brother, is this also a martial art?"

"Of course." Wang Yu nodded, "When you practice Hua Jin, you can reach this level."

"Hua Jin?" The little boy was a little confused, "What is that?"

"This is the realm of martial arts." Wang Yu's voice was flat, "Ming Jin, dark power, and transforming power are the three realms before the martial arts."

"Then there must be a follow-up realm, right?" The little boy's eyes lit up.

Wang Yu nodded: "Of course there is. However, I won't tell you for the time being. It's no good to be so arrogant."

The little boy was a little disappointed, and turned to ask: "Why are there no such divisions in the martial arts secrets that my father left behind?"

"National art, only killing people, not performing! Do you think it's easy to leave these secrets on paper?"

"Eh..." The little boy was stunned!

"If someone succeeds in cultivation, who is responsible for killing someone and hurting someone?"

The little boy nodded: "So it is. No wonder these things are not recorded in the book."

"Not only will it not be recorded in the book, it will not be possible to obtain the true biography, and it will not tell these things." Wang Yu shook his head and continued to add settings.

The little boy nodded: "I understand. Just like firearms, the martial arts are too lethal, so they were hidden by the sect."

Looking at the granite table with a missing corner, I was afraid for a while.

Such a powerful national art should indeed be cautious!

"I beg big brother to accept me as an apprentice." 593 suddenly, the little boy knelt down, "I want to learn Chinese martial arts! I must prove to others that Daxia's martial arts is definitely not a trick!"

"You get up first." Wang Yu stretched out his hand to help him up, "I told the truth about the martial arts, and of course I deliberately led you into the inner world."

"Hmm." The little boy nodded again and again.

People in the park looked surprised when they saw the little boy kneeling down and then being lifted up again.

However, Wang Yu and the little boy had gotten to know each other well here, so everyone shook their heads and stopped paying attention.

"If you want to learn Chinese martial arts, you must ask for three chapters of the law!"

"Master, please tell me!" The little boy was excited, "I will abide by as many chapters as you want!"

"Don't bully the weak! Don't show your martial arts at will! Don't bully your master and destroy your ancestors!"

The little boy asked weakly: "If there are people from other worlds to challenge, can't I show martial arts?"

"Of course people from the inner world don't count."

The little boy was full of surprise and saluted, "I will definitely abide by Master's conditions."

"Well, starting tomorrow, I'll teach you Chinese martial arts!"

The little boy nodded fiercely: "Master, I will be here on time."

"Well, go back, wait for your family to be anxious." Wang Yu reminded.

"Oh, it's time!"

The little boy looked at the sky, "Master, I'll go first."

Wang Yu waved his hand and watched him leave.

[Kuoshu, what a fate! 】_

Chapter 209

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Guoshu, this world exists.

However, it is not the kind of national technique in the novel, but a very ordinary technique of killing people.

Even if you practice, you just have to master some more methods, and you won't become like in the novel to blow up the air and see God.

In the head-to-head competition, the martial arts competition is still about physical fitness.

Whether it is a yellow race, a white race, or any other race, as long as the physique is strong, the competition is half won.

"However, I'm here, the martial arts in this world are naturally not ordinary martial arts." Wang Yu's eyes fell on the stone table that was missing a corner, he shook his hand, and turned to leave.

After a while, security personnel came to patrol here, and accidentally saw a stone table that was missing a hole.

"These business people are cutting corners again! Profiteers!"

Shaking his head, he turned to leave.

Anyway, he didn't have to pay for the table damage, he just made a report.

At six in the morning, Zhao Yuyang arrived as scheduled.

Wang Yu sat on the stool by the stone table in the park just before Zhao Yuyang arrived.

"Meet Master!" Zhao Yuyang saluted respectfully, his eyes glowing with eager light.

Although he made a mistake in raising his hand to salute, Wang Yu didn't care.

For him, it was enough.

"Come here." Wang Yu nodded, "You take a step, let me see how your basic skills are?"

"Yes." Zhao Yuyang said loudly, walked to the open space, squatted with his legs, and stomped his horse steadily.

His gait is extremely standard, and he should have worked hard on weekdays.

After squatting for five or six minutes, Zhao Yuyang's cheeks began to turn red, and his breathing became scattered.

"Get up." Wang Yu waved his hand, "I have a general understanding of your situation."

Zhao Yuyang got up, only to feel that his legs were sore and weak, and his whole body almost fell.

Wang Yu stretched out his hand and squeezed his shoulder, Zhao Yuyang felt the muscles in his body tremble, and the soreness disappeared immediately.

"Master, is this also Hua Jin?" Zhao Yuyang looked expectantly.

After all, he walked to the open space and took his horses.

"Look well!"

Wang Yu's body swayed slightly, "horse stance, the important thing is the word "horse", one must stand out of thin air."

Zhao Yuyang was stunned and looked at Wang Yu suspiciously.

"Have you ever seen a man riding a horse?"

"I saw it on TV!" Zhao Yuyang's eyes lit up.

Wang Yu nodded: "Did those people's bodies rise and fall together? The horse stance in boxing was also learned by the sages from equestrianism."

"Oh!" Zhao Yuyang nodded repeatedly.

Wang Yu continued to explain the martial arts system that he derived based on the theory of martial arts. Zhao Yuyang's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he wanted to try it right away.

In the origin system, the first realm is the way of the flesh, and it is naturally not a problem to deduce the bright energy, dark energy, and transformation energy in the national art.

After a while, Wang Yu finished speaking, and then said, "Try it yourself!"

"Yes, Master!" Zhao Yuyang ran to the open space, stomped down according to the law, and his body rose and fell in a similar fashion.

"When squatting, the strength should reach the soles of the feet first, and when rising, the five fingers on the soles of the feet dig into the ground like chicken feet..."

"When falling down, the five fingers on the soles of the feet are released, and the center of gravity is constantly shifting between the ups and downs!"

Wang Yu stood beside him, carefully giving on-the-spot instructions, and sometimes he even started to correct Zhao Yuyang's movements.

Zhao Yuyang's horse was gradually getting better, and after a while, he was in good shape, and his face was full of color.

After a while, Zhao Yuyang suddenly felt dizzy.

"Look straight ahead and widen your vision. This is called Ling Kong Void Top in boxing. The vision is widened and your mood is relaxed, which will naturally relieve fatigue."

Zhao Yuyang nodded: "So I can keep cultivating?"

"Think beautifully! Humans are not machines, so how can they keep practicing?" Wang Yu shook his head, "Practicing martial arts is something that requires perseverance, but there is no shortcut to the sky."

"Oh." Zhao Yuyang nodded, his eyes firm, "I remember."

After standing for a while, Zhao Yuyang began to sweat finely on his forehead, and his legs began to feel sore.

Wang Yu: "Get up, it's getting late, you should go to school too."

"Oh." Zhao Yuyang stood up, his body trembling.

Wang Yu reached out and patted him on the shoulder. He only felt his body light up and his fatigue disappeared.

"Master, is this also a national art?" Zhao Yuyang asked curiously.

Wang Yu nodded: "That's right. This is the transformation of energy, the energy into the transformation, which can reach all parts of the body and naturally relieve the fatigue of physical training. When you reach transformation in the future, even if you fight for three days and three nights without sleep, you will not feel it. Tired."

"So amazing!" Zhao Yuyang's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Okay, let's go back." Wang Yu turned and left, "Don't be late for class. Remember to study hard, I don't want my disciple to be a reckless man who only knows how to punch!"

Zhao Yuyang's scalp felt numb: "Yes, the disciple must study hard."

Seeing that the master was far away, only then did he pack up his mood and go home.

Since then, Zhao Yuyang has come to the park on time every day before and after school to accept Wang Yu's instructions.

During this period, Wang Yu also met Zhao Yuyang's mother.

She was an ordinary-looking woman who had no objection to her son's practice of martial arts. Seeing that Wang Yu didn't look like a bad person, she simply set up tea at home and asked Zhao Yuyang to formally worship.