Ding Zheng followed Yan Zhendong to fight, but he was undoubtedly far from mastering it.

Moreover, Ding Zheng's fight was even uglier.

Among the practice routines of the three-stage Black Tiger, there are many routines of how to make moves when you fall to the ground or when you are at the bottom, so some movements look very simple and even stupid.

Dan Ting Zheng flocked to him!

"You just need to learn to play the most standard three black tiger styles when standing, and figure out the way to exert force in these three moves. Although the movements in other situations have changed, my master once said: No matter how change is, it will never be separated from the essence."

Yan Zhendong said: "As long as you master the most fundamental thing, the latter one will be simple."

After saying that, he glanced at Li Shangen, who was a little absent-minded, and then looked at Ding Zheng with a serious look on his face. The absurdity in his heart was almost overflowing.

That night, Ding Zheng practiced alone outside the house until late at night, and his spirits became worse the next day.

So Ding Zheng adjusted his cultivation time.

Practice the boy's skills before going to bed and practice the three black tiger styles during the day.

And he practiced while on the street.

Although the three-stage black tiger movements are not good, how have the audience seen monkeys playing kung fu?

You are still acting pretty, what's the point of being ugly?

It was another day of great fortune, and of course people were also inseparable from asking for the price, wanting to buy Ding Zheng over.

As time goes by, more and more people know about it, Ding Zheng's reputation has also become more and more popular.

Ding Zheng naturally knew that although this would make more money, it also meant that the possibility of danger was increasing.

But it has no choice. Whether it is paying tuition or providing food for itself, it requires money!

Moreover, the place where money is even more needed is not yet the beginning!

...

Ability: 100% Boy's skill, 7% Black Tiger's three-style

Ding Zheng spent half a month to finally cultivate the Boy's Essence Locking state.

I remember all the overall routines of the three styles of Black Tiger, but I am still very unfamiliar and still require a lot of practice.

"I didn't expect that you had already practiced as a locked spirit, so you could start practicing the iron cloth shirt directly." Yan Zhendong felt the changes in Ding Zheng's related muscles, and a little bitterness appeared on his face.

"I only took a whole year and a half to cultivate the lock spirit back then. My father praised me as a rare genius. I didn't expect that... I was compared like this by a monkey... half a month... alas!" Yan Zhendong was deeply shocked when he looked at Ding Zheng pretending to be indifferent.

I can't even practice a monkey.

At the same time, he admired Li Shangen even more.

This person’s monkey training method is so amazing!

What Yan Zhendong didn't know was.

Although Ding Zheng practices so quickly, he is also talented.

But more importantly, Ding Zheng is in a period of rapid development, and his essence and body are not yet mature, and his plasticity is very strong.

It's naturally easier.

"Having such an amazingly talented apprentice...even a monkey is not a shame, right?" Yan Zhendong thought.

His original idea of ​​not accepting Ding Zheng as his disciple gradually loosened with Ding Zheng's amazing performance.

"The practice of iron cloth shirt is not complicated. It stimulates the body's skin step by step. When it is stimulated, the qi of the muscles control the boy's qi wanders around the body to resist stimulation and attacks, and then heal the body with qi and medicine soup."

"The prescriptions from the beginning to the beginning are all here, with a total of two doses." Yan Zhendong said, taking out a crooked prescription from his arms and handing them to Li Shangen.

Even though he didn't know the words, Yan Zhendong memorized these things by rote. Although the writing was ugly, he could still understand them.

After all, this prescription is really important.

Li Shangen took it, glanced casually, and stuffed it into his arms.

Yan Zhendong also began to continue teaching: "The next step is to stimulate the body's skin. Iron cloth shirt only practices skin and flesh, not bones and internal organs. Try not to hurt these places when stimulating..."

The first day is to explain.

The next day, Yan Zhendong started to take action directly.

According to the practice method of iron cloth shirt, it must be from shallow to deep.

First slap with your hands, then change it to a cloth, then change it to a wet cloth... gradually strengthen the irritation to the skin.

Going back, you will use rattan and wooden stick.

Further down there are iron tools and sharp blades.

At that time, it was almost time to achieve success.

Because the human body has limitations after all, no matter how powerful the boy's skills and iron cloth shirts are, they cannot really make people not afraid of any attacks from powerful tools.

"We started from the simplest way, first slap and lie on the stool." After Yan Zhendong said that, Li Shangen immediately began to pretend to command.

Ding Zheng lay down obediently, took a deep breath, and started the qi that the boy in his body practiced.

Yan Zhendong took a breath, then slapped Ding Zheng with a calloused slap.

Sexy sex...

A series of sounds.

This is not a simple slap, but starts from the location where the boy's qi is stored between Ding Zheng's waist and abdomen, which not only stimulates the skin and flesh on Ding Zheng's surface, but also stimulates the operation of Ding Zheng's qi.

Most people cannot do this. They must practice boy skills and are extremely familiar with iron shirts to have such step-by-step teaching.

Although Yan Zhendong said that he would not recognize Ding Zheng as his apprentice, after receiving the money, he did his best to teach Ding Zheng.

Ding Zheng concentrated on feeling the movement of his internal energy, and was prepared to bear the pain.

The training of the iron cloth shirt is actually quite simple, which means that it will damage the skin and muscles on the surface and then recover.

This makes the skin and muscles on the surface tougher and strengthens the defense.

But the difficulty lies in the fact that this stimulation must be appropriate.

To achieve the goal, it will not cause excessive damage to the practitioner, but it must also achieve the maximum stimulation as much as possible.

So it's certain that the pain is.

Every palm Yan Zhendong issued at this time could easily break a one-centimeter-thick wooden board, and quickly move it away when it touched Ding Zheng's body, trying to only damage the flesh and not the inner part.

Li Shangen next to him had his eyelids twitching, and he felt that if the slap hit him, he would probably not be able to get rid of his mark for a few days.

But Ding Zheng frowned when he was beaten.

Yan Zhendong fought very seriously and was strong enough.

But Ding Zheng didn't feel any pain at all, and the internal energy was not stimulating.

It was like Yan Zhendong was tickling.

“Woo…”

Ding Zheng shouted, and Li Shangen immediately spoke and stopped Yan Zhendong's actions.

Then he had a sneaky conversation with Ding Zheng before he understood the reason.

"You're too light, it doesn't feel anything." Li Shangen told Yan Zhendong.

"Don't feel it?" Yan Zhendong widened his eyes.

His slap on an ordinary person would be able to beat the other person for three or four days and it would not be able to swell!

Don't feel it?

Li Shangen was also a little puzzled, but nodded.

Yan Zhendong refused to believe it, and then reached out to pat Ding Zheng on the back and added some strength: "What about now?"

Ding Zheng shook his head.

"It's a little heavier than just now, but I still don't feel anything. To be precise, there is no pain!" Li Shangen translated next to him.

Yan Zhendong became more surprised and strengthened his strength again.

Ding Zheng continued to shake his head.

After repeated several times, Ding Zheng finally nodded.

"I feel it!" Li Shangen spoke immediately!

Yan Zhendong wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face full of shock, and looked at Li Shangen and said, "My fellow villager, you monkey... is really not simple."

"This strength is already the strength my master used six or seven months after I practiced the iron cloth shirt!"
Chapter completed!