Medical Sovereign

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The Yingbin Building was inscribed with god-level runes, and sensing the threat of his punch, countless obscure and disillusioning runes lit up on the surrounding walls and ceiling, fully resisting the damage that the aftermath might cause.

puff!

Ding Ning tried his best to punch the old monk firmly on the chest, but did not make a earth-shaking sound as he expected, but instead made a muffled sound.

What frightened him even more was that such a terrifying force that even he himself was a little afraid of hit the old monk, but there was no wave of waves coming into the sea like a mud cow.

With all his strength, he collapsed to the ground softly, panting heavily, watching standing still, but his face was slightly pale, the old monk's eyes were full of depression as if he had seen a ghost.

He was an unprecedented demigod with a full firepower. Not only did he not injure the old monk, but he couldn't even force him back half a step. This made him lose confidence in his power for the first time in his life.

Sure enough, there are strong middle players in the strong, and there are capable people behind the capable people.

It’s just that people like sweeping monks are really annoying. Every time the protagonist thinks he’s invincible in the world, the protagonist who stimulates in three or two starts to seriously doubt life. It’s a professional householder who poured cold water. .

"puff!"

The old monk did not speak for a long time and did not make any movements, but after an unhealthy flush on his pale face, he suddenly stepped back three steps and spouted a **** arrow.

Ding Ning was happy, and he laughed like a fool while lying on the ground. It seemed that the invincible floor sweeping monk was not really all right. He was injured a little bit, which made him proud enough.

After the old monk vomited blood, his pale face quickly turned ruddy, and he returned to normal in an instant, making Ding Ning's laughter abruptly stopped.

Especially, there is no reason for this, I am tired with a full blow like a dog, and people just spit blood and continue to jump around with the okay person. This gap is really too big.

"Yes, yes, this punch is very strong. It is three points better than when Bodhidharma pestered and worshipped the old monk as a teacher, and it is terrifying to be born later."

The old monk said in admiration.

Ding Ning's mood was suddenly cheerful again, and he was even better than Dharma by three points before his teacher. This is absolutely the supreme glory, enough to make him proud.

"just……"

The old monk's voice suddenly changed, causing Ding Ning's face to collapse again.

Sure enough, these old guys like to talk and make a big turn. First praise and then derogation is their usual routine.

"Although your punch is more powerful than the original Bodhidharma, it is far inferior to him in terms of fist. It only has its shape and not its god."

The old monk ignored his unpredictable complexion, and commented extremely convincingly.

A word to wake up the dreamer, Ding Ning showed a thoughtful look after hearing the words, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this.

He hadn't noticed this problem before, because the savage physical exercise nine punches combined into one draws the power of every cell in the body. As the so-called one force drops ten times, in the face of absolute power, anyone can easily crush , Where is there any need to understand what fist.

But after seeing the old monk's methods, he finally understood that the so-called one-strength reduction ten will be based on absolute crushing power.

And his power is far from being tyrannical enough to crush all the enemies, so how can one say that the strength is reduced for ten?

The reason why he didn't realize this before was not because he was bloated, nor was he proud, but because the opponent he encountered was either too weak or too strong, which made him full of blind confidence in his own strength.

But today, the old monk used practical actions to teach him a vivid lesson, making him realize that he still has great defects and deficiencies in terms of strength.

Immediately stood up hard, dragged his weak body, bowed his fist in a convincing manner, and asked sincerely: "Senior, how can I feel the meaning of the fist."

Sword Intent, he has now realized a little bit of fur, but that is because he has laid a good foundation since he was a child, and has the old sword intent as a template, and he can barely realize the sword intent.

But the fist, don't look at him when he usually uses his fists when he does it, but it is crushed by a force far beyond the opponent, there is no routine at all.

The old monk took a deep look at him, and sighed angrily: "Hey! I really don't know where you got the inheritance of the body refiner. Sitting on Baoshan without knowing it, it is a violent thing. You have to know, Lian A bodybuilder never uses any weapons, because a real bodybuilder, his tyrannical body is his sharpest weapon, fists, feet, shoulders, head, knees, elbows, even every inch of skin and hair, Can become an invincible combat tool."

The old monk’s words reminded Ding Ning of the Vulcan who died in his hands. Even if he was not convinced, he had to admit that Vulcan was far inferior to him in the encounter. If he and Vulcan were in a different place, he would definitely not. May reach the original achievement of Vulcan.

It can be said that Vulcan is more talented and savvy than him when it comes to refining the body. He can create a tremor that uses bones to make every part of his body a murder weapon.

This made Ding Ning a little bit ashamed. In fact, he was not a purely physicist in the strict sense. Even if he had the unique advantage of military training, he never paid attention to it, but put more energy and thoughts. Put it on researching medical skills... well, and picking up girls.

Speaking seriously, he is a person who is not doing his job properly and is not enterprising. Even if the final inheritance battle of the Witch God Palace of a hundred years is pressed on his head, he is still a fool, and he can pass by.

The old monk’s words were like a divine enlightenment, which gave him a heart of enlightenment, and he insisted on taking the path of medicine without any problems.

But the question is, since he has gained a solid physical advantage through military training, why not make persistent efforts on this advantage and maximize this advantage?

"Fist Yi is just a general term. It is by no means a martial artist who can call it a fist Yi with a little fur. The ancient physicist refers to the precise control of every point of the body's strength and precision and precision. The rational use is based on a tyrannical body, combining various combat skills, and bursting out power when needed to achieve maximum power."

The old monk’s eyes were like torches, watching Ding Ning talk freely, “Looking at your previous punch, you should have taken out all the power in your body in an instant. It seems to be very good, but the old monk is sure. This is by no means that your own control of power has reached the culmination point, but is derived from a certain kind of secret life similar to the death of the same. This trick can kill the enemy, but if it is to kill If the enemy is immortal, then you can only be slaughtered."

Ding Ning nodded with great admiration. Indeed, the old monk has reached the point. In the final analysis, the combination of nine punches is a way to fight for life. If the enemy is dead, we live, and if the enemy does not die, then we can only wait to die. Up.

The old monk nodded with satisfaction when he heard him, his eyes flashed with wise light: "Although the path of martial arts is ever-changing, in the final analysis, it is absolutely impossible to break away from the category of mechanics, no matter it is "the world" "Wu Gong is only fast but not broken" or "One force will drop ten guilds", both are the most reasonable sayings that directly refer to the core essence of martial arts. They are also the most fundamental essence and core of martial arts. However, with the changes of the times, the inheritance of ancient martial arts is lacking. , Only to pursue the ethereal heavenly way,

But forgot that the most basic thing is actually the basis that determines the future achievements of a warrior. "

The old monk spoke slowly and quickly, but it was like a bell in the evening, making Ding Ning's body shocked, feeling suddenly bright and bright, and the color of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Yes, things that were originally very simple have been complicated by warriors who pursue higher levels.

What is Wu?

From the perspective of the font, Wu is composed of a Zhi and a Ge. Some people understand it as "using violence to control violence", but it is not true. In ancient times, the same toe means toe; Ge refers to a weapon.

The original meaning of the word "wu" refers to the essentials of fighting: stand firm, that is, as the saying goes, the bottom plate should be stable, the bottom plate should be stable, and then hold the weapon, so that when fighting, can they exert greater strength and be able to overcome opponent.

To put it bluntly, Wu is fighting, fighting, and killing. The so-called physical fitness is just a cover in a peaceful society.

Throughout the ages, I don’t know how many easy-to-understand colloquialisms have actually repeatedly stated a truth.

For example, a high-rise building rises from the ground; for example, water can carry a boat and it can overturn the boat; for example, gathering sand to form a tower; for example, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step; for example, if you do not accumulate steps, you can reach a thousand miles;

This familiar sentence tells everyone that the cornerstone that determines the superstructure is always the foundation of the lowest level.

If the foundation is unstable, the tallest building will collapse instantly.

Rootless wood will decay sooner or later.

Passive water will dry up sooner or later.

There are thousands of avenues, different routes lead to the same goal, but they can never go against the most primitive laws given by nature.

In the martial arts world, this principle is no exception.

To determine what height a warrior can reach in the future, except for the so-called chances and illusory adventures, solid basic skills are the decisive element of everything.

Just like the rune inheritance is not the same? Only if you have mastered the basic runes skillfully, you can arrange and combine runes again and again on this basis, and finally optimize a higher-level rune sequence.

The earth is round, and everything is connected.

Speed ​​and strength are the core essence of martial arts. No matter when it comes, it is the key to success or failure.

Therefore, the essence of martial arts mentioned by the old monk is not wrong at all. Whether it is an elementary warrior or a high-level monk, even if it is a god, it will never be able to violate the laws of nature established by the creator.

Ding Ning was blessed to her heart as if she had enlightened her, with a peaceful smile on her face, closing her eyes and sinking into deep insight.

Wuxiangben is the most spiritual young disciple of Tianyin Temple. The old monk’s deliberate instruction makes him sit cross-legged like Ding Ning with his eyes closed, listening to the preaching of the old monk, and there is a hidden Zen in it. As the Taoist monk, the treasure elephant is strict.

The old monk nodded slightly and smiled, as if the Buddha smiled at a flower, he glanced at Ding Ning's arm as if intentionally or unintentionally, and the whole body suddenly burst into golden light piercing the sky, like a feather and a fairy, instantly turned into a little rain and disappeared, and disappeared in an instant. Without a trace.

There is only an antique book of "Yi Jin Jing" placed upright on the knees of Ding Ning who is sitting cross-legged.

What's strange is that no one can detect whether it was Ding Ning's full punch before or the old monk's golden light that turned into a light rain.

Only the tattoo on Ding Ning's arm wriggled, and the nightmare floated out, staring solemnly at the location where the old monk disappeared, and whispered: "What kind of terrifying existence is this? It can seal my perception? Let me. Feeling trembling from the soul?"