Wrecked Sword Striking the Heaven

And everyone in the eyes swept by Zifeng unconsciously closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at him.

A swept body, ten thousand boats flashed, "Zifeng, what did you see just now?" Asked urgently. The statue has been stored for a long time. Not only the students, but also the elders and teachers of Haoran college are very interested. Although the pressure is huge, it can still be borne by the powerful Wuhuang Wanzhou.

However, every time I try to get close to the statue, the short distance of ten steps becomes far away at the moment when ten thousand boats fall, just like ten thousand miles apart. Even if I don't sleep for several days, I can't finish half the journey.

In this way, the statue in front of us must be a magic array. Many people try to crack this array, but the surroundings are empty and there is no cover at all. If you guess correctly, the array eye must be on the statue in the field, but if you can't get close, how can you break the magic array.

However, the students of Haoran college are not affected by the illusion, but they are actually ten steps away. However, the pressure is so great that those with low cultivation can't compete at all. Jing Ao just stepped into the ninth step and was blown away. Since then, there have been no followers. Until today, Zifeng will break the deadlock.

Looking around, today's round square is empty and empty.

At the moment Zifeng opened his eyes, what was the vicissitudes in his eyes? When he saw the bright sunshine in front of him and the students around him standing beside him in peace, he had a feeling of survival. It was like swimming between life and death.

Wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, Zifeng pretended to be nothing, "what's the matter with me? Where was the statue just now? " Scratched his head as if he had just lost consciousness.

Seeing Zifeng's response, Wan Zhou didn't mean to ask again. He scolded and inquired again about the location of the statue before. He got nothing. With a wave of his hand, "what are you looking at! Go back and practice well! If you don't go, don't go! " This is obviously not the first time.

Hearing the speech, the surrounding martial arts practitioners, like frightened birds, fled around. After a moment, only Zifeng and Wanzhou were left in the whole square.

"Well, elder, where am I going?" The people came and went in a hurry. They scattered before they asked. Zifeng still doesn't know where to go.

Looking back at Zifeng, Wan Zhou didn't believe that just talent Zifeng would lose consciousness. He said he didn't feel it. He must have something to hide from him. But Wanzhou has no way. Anyway, he can't force Zifeng to speak out. After all, it's Zifeng's power. It's not him who makes the statue react.

"No, I've already talked to Mr. Luo. This is the hall where you will have classes in the future, teacher? Hey, hey, it's me. How's it going? Surprised? Ha ha, "Wan Zhou smiled proudly, but he didn't look forward to neutron wind's cheering expression. He had to laugh and stop.

"Oh", Zifeng looked calm and did not change much. In fact, Zifeng is not to blame. After all, he has just entered martial arts practice. He is not as sensitive to the differences between martial arts teachers and elders as other students. Just like Fu Xiu, he has always been taught by elders, not to mention Zifeng has never heard of it several times.

Therefore, if someone advertises in front of Zifeng, he can only find himself boring.

Unexpectedly, it was just "Oh". If someone else Wanzhou had kicked him aside, "Oh"? Oh, you head! I'm not interested. Go away. I don't want to pay it! It was because of his low mood that Huoyan didn't know how many times he was beaten by Wanzhou. The last time he saw Wanzhou, his stocky face wanted to be pasted on Wanzhou's face.

But this time, facing Zifeng, Wan Zhou can only swallow his Qi into his stomach, "well, hit me and try to concentrate your whole body!" In such a big square, there are only one old and one young figure.

As soon as the voice fell, Zifeng was stunned. Seeing that Wan Zhou was not joking, he hit his right fist immediately. At the moment when his fist went out, the yuan force in his body twisted the rope into a strand and wound it around his fist. It was not like an ordinary martial artist. His arm had to shrink back and started to attack only after he was ready.

But Zifeng's fist speed seems so slow, soft and powerless.

However, this scene reflected in Wanzhou's eyes is stunned. Zifeng's fist speed seems to be slow, but if you enlarge it, you will feel the tidal force of waves, and the overflow yuan force will roll with the fist shadow. Before Wanzhou is near, there will be bursts of roaring sound. Wan Zhou couldn't help laughing bitterly. The deeper he contacts Zifeng, the more he will find that the more auras on the boy.

There was a low muffled sound. At the moment Zifeng hit Wanzhou's chest, the yuan force in his fist burst and roared out after thousands of training. However, Wanzhou in his sight didn't even blink his eyelids, as if nothing had happened.

"Hum. What is it? No strength at all. Who taught you to punch like this? Also, look at the way you punch. Punch from the side of the body, not along a straight line! I've seen stupid, I've never seen such a stupid! I ask you, "where is the power, what is the process?" Although the heart is beautiful, Wanzhou's mouth still has to dig at Zifeng. If he praises, he may not turn the sky.

"The process is restrained first and then raised. The lift of fist: potential, speed and force. The touch of the fist, Yang: strength, speed, potential "Zifeng said like a few treasures, without a pause. At a glance, he stayed in his heart for a long time.

The meaning is that when a martial artist punches, he doesn't need to be fast. He suppresses yuan force and speed at the same place. After he is about to touch the other party, his speed increases sharply. At the time of contact, the first is the breaking force, and then the yuan force in the body roars out. Such release can maximize the power of this seemingly simple punch. And this is Zifeng's understanding of things only after he hit tens of thousands of fists with a hammer in that space.

Nodding his head, "yes, you know the true meaning, but look at you. How did you do it? Boxing superposition, is that superposition? Give yourself another punch! " After speaking, Wanzhou motioned Zifeng to come again.

Looking for the opportunity to make mistakes for free, Zifeng didn't miss it. He hit him one punch at a time, but there was nothing wrong in his sight when he superimposed his fist.

"Come again!" It seems that Wan Zhou doesn't want to point out the mistakes. Wan Zhou has always believed that if students can find out the mistakes and improve themselves, it will be far more profound than Wan Zhou pointed out!

"Come again! I've never seen such a fool! You have longer eyes! "

"Roar!" In the spiritual consciousness, the yuan force overflowing from Zifeng's fist was like a ripple, rippling, but the shadow of the fist was stretched forward?

"There! I see! " A cheer rang out in the field