The spiritual energy has revived, and all the exercises I compiled have been practiced

There are five sheets of paper.

The texture is tough and contains a fishy smell.

There are tiger hair stripes on the back, and the content on it is dark red, as if it is written in some kind of blood.

"Tiger skin paper?"

Zhou Bo just took a look, and before he could see it clearly, he only saw a vague tiger image, and he felt startled in his heart, as if there was a bloody mouth in front of him, and he was about to swallow him up.

"What's going on?"

He was startled and quickly looked away.

Seeing this, Li Dingyuan rolled up the drawing and said seriously: "This is what I reported to the higher-ups. I killed a tiger raised in the white fog, peeled off the tiger skin, and wrote with tiger blood, in order to preserve the tiger's charm to the greatest extent."

"The content above is that I observed various tiger images, took the best of all, and integrated the tiger forms in mythology, and thus drew five fierce tiger pictures."

"When I was painting, I concentrated my mind and visualized it with all my strengths, and at the same time practiced the exercises, and finally I finally drew these five five fierce tiger pictures with magical effects!"

"Descending tiger, crouching tiger, sleeping tiger, roaring tiger in the forest, leaping tiger!"

"People with weak wills will be taken away by the power contained in the picture as soon as they see it, and will be scared into a mental illness by the power contained in the picture."

It was only at this time that Zhou Bo realized that Li Dingyuan was a little depressed, and his face was pale, as if he was suffering from day and night and lack of qi and blood.

"Professor, you..."

"It's okay."

Li Dingyuan shook his head: "It's much better now, nothing serious."

This move of his was actually improved from Kong Ji.

The biggest reason why visualization can bring power is that in this process, all the spiritual will of the practitioner is concentrated together, subduing all kinds of delusions, and training the soul to the point of tenacity, so that an unimaginable huge power can be burst out.

Otherwise, what's the use of thinking like that?

Do you really think that you can really practice Yang-attributed true qi by thinking about the sun in your mind?

It's useless!

White mist, spirit, and will are all indispensable.

There is no shortcut!

Li Dingyuan also thought of the pictures that some painters created after exhausting their efforts, which can make the viewer feel immersive, and even more immersive than high-definition photos.

So he wanted to give it a try.

As a result, the painting process was even more difficult than imagined. Every stroke was as heavy as a thousand pounds. During the process, you have to continue to operate the exercises and concentrate your mind and will, which is extremely difficult.

It took him a lot of time to finish the five fierce tiger pictures.

When they were finished, they had an incredible power!

"These five pictures are the essence of the tiger-shaped body-training boxing. Each time you practice one, your body will undergo a transformation, and finally you will even reach the point of 'training your body to be like a tiger'."

"When you make a move, it's like a real tiger out of the cage, and your body is as strong as a tiger, with all kinds of incredible and terrifying power."

"With a force of a thousand pounds, it's no problem to break rocks and split mountains."

Li Dingyuan carefully reminded: "You can choose any one for this test, and the order doesn't matter."

"Okay!"

Zhou Bo nodded solemnly.

Each tiger picture carries Li Dingyuan's powerful spiritual will, and he didn't dare to look at it carefully, so he just picked one at random.

"Be careful."

Li Dingyuan put away the remaining four sheets and reminded him again: "I haven't practiced this technique myself, and I haven't even tried it. Many things are actually derived from the ideas in Zhoutian Chunyang Gong. If you find any problems in the middle, you must stop immediately. Your health is the most important."

"Don't worry."

Zhou Bo nodded solemnly, then walked a few meters away, and then slowly spread out the tiger skin rolled up in his hand.

The moment he spread it out.

The picture of a ferocious tiger coming down the mountain painted with tiger blood instantly came into view.

Zhou Bo instantly felt as if a ferocious divine tiger with wings on its ribs, fierce eyes, and a bloody mouth appeared in front of him, running down from the high mountain with boundless momentum, and his mind was almost taken away by it.

Fortunately.

He was already gifted, his will was equally firm, and his cultivation was even more advanced than Li Dingyuan.

The moment his mind was taken away, the Zhoutian Chunyang Gong in his body kept running, and he immediately recovered his clarity.

"Awesome!"

Zhou Bo calmed his mind and forcibly endured the impact, while performing various tiger-like movements.

This set of movements corresponds to the picture of a tiger going down the mountain, which was created by Li Dingyuan by simulating the movements of a tiger going down the mountain in reality. With the addition of some modern fitness exercises, it can effectively exercise the muscles of the whole body.

In his speculation, this set of boxing combined with the picture of a tiger going down the mountain can keep the muscles in a tense state at all times, playing the greatest exercise role.

Zhou Bo moved slowly.

At the same time, he kept visualizing and recalling the picture of a tiger going down the mountain.

At first, he didn't feel anything, it was just like ordinary exercise.

However, as distracting thoughts were subdued and the visualization entered the most profound state of forgetting external things, the situation gradually began to change.

The white mist energy in the void began to surge continuously, and the Zhoutian Pure Yang Gong true qi also accelerated as if stimulated, and continued to actively penetrate into the blood and flesh cells with his will. His body was sore and swollen, his heart was pounding, and he felt dizzy and felt very uncomfortable.

Then, the fierce tiger in his mind seemed to come alive, not under his control at all, jumping up and down in the spiritual world, destroying everything.

Finally, it let out a fierce tiger roar that shook the world!

A violent desire instantly came from the fierce tiger in his mind, causing Zhou Bo's head to ache, his blood and qi to churn, and the circulation of the Zhoutian Pure Yang Gong's true qi was also interrupted at this moment, and the white mist energy that flowed into his muscles quickly dissipated.

"Ugh!"

Zhou Bo's will was like being hit hard by a big iron hammer, and his thoughts became chaotic in an instant, and he could no longer control it. Suddenly, his throat felt sweet, and he opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"Zhou Bo!"

"Zhou Bo!"

"Something happened!"

"What happened!"

Li Dingyuan saw that something was wrong, and he jumped up and rushed forward, grabbed Zhou Bo, and carefully sensed his physical condition by running the Gong method.

"What's wrong?"

"Did it fail?"

"What happened? Why did you suddenly vomit blood?"

The onlookers gathered around to ask about the situation.

Zhou Bo's face was bloodshot, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he was in a bad state.

Li Dingyuan also didn't know what was going on. His face was solemn. He felt his pulse, tested his heartbeat, checked his pupils, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not a big problem."

"He should have had a problem practicing, which caused the Zhoutian Chunyang Gong Qi in his body to be scattered, and the whole person is temporarily in a coma."

"I just used my power to help him regulate his Qi, and now it's back on track."

"With his physical fitness, he will recover soon."

"Everyone, please get out of the way for now."

As a medical expert, Li Dingyuan has already made a conclusion, and everyone has no objection, so they all get out of the way and wait.

About three minutes later.

The thick blood on Zhou Bo's face slowly faded, and then he opened his mouth and coughed twice, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Hu~"

"I'm sorry, professor, I failed!"