Panic For 10000 Years

As soon as the blood comes out, who will fight for it!

Dian Wei looked down at his fist, wrapped in blood, did not suffer any back-shock damage, and his skin was not broken.

Until this moment, Dian Wei had only experienced the power of the warrior personally. He broke the monument with one punch and relaxed.

Think about it, if he turns on the third plug to charge 100%...

Dian Wei couldn't help but squinted Old Man Zheng, without any bad thoughts in his mind.

Seeing that Dianwei would be able to learn it soon, the old man Zheng was in good spirits, and nodded: "Okay, I'll teach you'combo' next."

Dian Wei: "Combi?"

Old man Zheng: "It means to punch continuously and attack continuously.

Just now your broken tablet fist was to gather the blood on your right fist, but you can't use only one hand when you are fighting against others.

The so-called combo is to hit continuously with one fist, or use both fists at the same time, and intensively output damage without stopping. "

After all, Old Zheng opened his posture, fists out, and fought into the air.

All of a sudden, Dian Wei's eyes were full of fist shadows. Those fist images were shot at the same moment, blasting out neatly, and blasting forward like a tide.

Moreover, the old man Zheng continued to punch for a while without stopping!

That's it. Old man Zheng closed his fists and asked Dianwei with a smile: "Guess, how many punches did I hit?"

How did Dian Wei know, just go ahead and guess: "A thousand punches?"

Old man Zheng smiled and said, "I guess it is right, it is a thousand punch combos. If someone is blocked by me, a thousand punches can beat them into flesh."

Dian Wei was awe-inspiring, really a thousand punches!

Suddenly, he shakes his spirits and humbly asks Old Man Zheng for combo martial arts.

The old man Zheng first taught the method of Yunjin, and then taught Dian Wei how to punch.

"The combo is not to disperse the blood energy, each punch is to gather as much blood energy as possible.

Of course, if you have enough time to gather all the blood in your body on your fists, the power of the tablet fist is naturally considerable.

However, in actual combat, the confrontation between the enemy and the enemy is quick and dazzling. You don't have so much time to gather blood, and the time available is often only an instant.

Therefore, we must seize the gap in that moment and concentrate as much blood energy as possible on the fist. To do this, there is no other way but to practice diligently and form a habit. "

Old man Zheng exhorted.

Dian Wei quickly understood his mind, and under the blessing of the Wushuang plug-in, he quickly understood the mystery of the combo. Then, as long as he worked hard and practiced, he could become faster and stronger.

In a blink of an eye, a month flew by.

In the side yard.

"Strike!" Dianwei stood firm, and fisted at the stone tablet in front of him. The punches were like dragons, the shadows of the fists flew, and the punches smashed out!

Boom boom boom...

The top half of this one-person stone tablet suddenly shattered, and the fragments scattered towards the front, crashing all over the place.

Dian Wei closed his fist, and white smoke came out of his flushed fist.

"Not bad."

Old man Zheng looked in his eyes and nodded: "It seems that you have mastered this combo punch. In my yard, there are fewer than ten people who can practice combos."

Dianwei remained modest and said: "It is all that Zheng Lao taught well, and the disciples have benefited a lot."

Old man Zheng smiled with satisfaction, "I learned the combo, and then I will teach you'footwork' again."

Dian Wei lifted his spirits, "What is this step?"

Old man Zheng: "Simply put, it is the martial art of moving the body. We must know that our enemies are not dead, they are people, monsters, and even demons that can move casually. You stand in place and perform combos, and you can fight naturally and freely. But if the enemy runs around, how do you fight?"

Suddenly, Dianwei immediately followed Old Man Zheng to learn footwork.

"The strength of the blood gained from the practice of moving mountains is the power of moving mountains.

In other words, we are incredibly powerful, but we are actually not good at speed.

For example, if you and I run a long distance, the endurance can be sustained, but it cannot be fast!

Once we meet a light gong master, we will suffer a lot, and we will not be able to catch up with each other.

But one of the major characteristics of moving mountain Juli is that it has a particularly strong explosive power. Therefore, we use our strengths and avoid our weaknesses, and use the advantage of excellent explosive power to develop the most suitable body method for us. "

Old man Zheng taught Dian Wei a set of footwork.

This footwork, to put it plainly, is also based on the strength of luck, transporting the strength of blood to the feet, enhancing the instantaneous explosive power, thereby increasing the speed of movement.

Old man Zheng drew a big circle on the ground, about ten meters in diameter.

"Explosive power comes and goes fast, and the range of movement is limited. Then, within a limited range, we must deceive the enemy and defeat the enemy."

Old man Zheng greeted and let Dian Wei enter the circle.

"Have you ever played an eagle catching a chicken? Now you are an eagle, and I am a chicken. Come and catch me." Old man Zheng crossed his chest with his hands in a leisurely appearance.

The corner of Dianwei's mouth curled, and he used his footwork, shaking his shoulders, and rushed towards the old man Zheng, a few meters apart, and rushed towards him.

Reach out!

Unexpectedly, there was a flower in front of Dian Wei, and Old Man Zheng disappeared from the same place.

He swept his gaze, and suddenly found that Old Man Zheng appeared behind him with a smile.

"interesting."

Dian Wei was not discouraged, and pounced on the old man Zheng again and again.

Midsummer is here, and the weather is hot.

Side courtyard, inside the circle.

The two shirtless silhouettes moved quickly, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they were all afterimages.

Bang!

Dian Wei pointed his toes, and a small hole suddenly exploded in the ground under his feet, surrounded by cobweb-like cracks.

When the sound spread, the whole person rushed out, bringing a series of afterimages.

Huh!

The corners of old man Zheng's fluttering clothes swung open, and the old man's eyes lit up and stopped.

"It's okay, your hand just touched the corner of my clothes." Old man Zheng nodded, a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although he deliberately suppressed the speed and kept it at the highest level of blood strength, with his delicacy and eyesight, how could it be possible for an apprentice to touch his body?

Dian Wei was dissatisfied, and sighed: "I just touched the corner of my clothes, my body style is still far inferior to Zheng Lao."

Old man Zheng rolled his eyes, if you really caught it, where would I put my old face.

"This is the end of the practice today, you take a break, and tomorrow I will teach you'self-defense'." Old man Zheng walked away with his hand.

"Self-defense?" Dian Wei looked expectant.

Come out of the side courtyard and enter the compound.

Dian Wei found an apprentice and bought six taels of tiger noodle fish meat, and another six taels of pepper meat from another person, plus the four taels of exotic animal meat he bought from Old Man Zheng. Meals.

Today, roll the dice at four o'clock to start the foodie plug-in.

At this time, he could eat three or two different beast meat daily. After he transformed into a foodie, his appetite soared, and he was able to eat a catty six or two different beast meat.

He is only thirteen years old now. Such a big appetite is actually quite scary.

Return to the Qin Mansion and go straight to the study.

The maid Yinlan was cleaning the study, standing in front of Dianwei's desk, her expression mad and ruddy.

Dian Wei glanced at it, and Yinlan saw the painting he had painted.

The characters in the painting are lifelike.

Dian Wei in the previous life prefers realism. The characters drawn in his pen pursue realism as much as possible, and the paintings are extremely realistic. Coupled with the unique charm of ink painting, the characters on paper are as real as black and white photos.

Yinlan looked at the people on the paper as if looking in a mirror!