Yingbin Tower has a divine rune engraved. When he sensed the threat of his punch, countless obscure and disillusioned runes lit up on the walls and ceiling around him, and he tried his best to resist the possible damage caused by the aftermath.

puff!

Ding Ning punched the old monk hard with all his might, but it did not make a shocking sound as he expected. Instead, it was like a defeated person, making a dull sound.

What frightened him even more was that such a terrifying force that even he was a little scared hit the old monk, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea without any sensation.

He collapsed softly to the ground with his strength, gasping heavily, looking at the old monk standing still, with a little pale face, and his eyes were filled with depression as if he had seen a ghost.

He is an unprecedented extreme demigod. He is still a punch with full firepower. Not only did he not hurt the old monk, he could not even force him to retreat half a step. This made him lose confidence in his own strength for the first time in his life.

It turns out that the strong one has their own hands, and the capable ones behind them are capable ones.

However, people like sweeping monks are really annoying. Every time the protagonist feels that he is already invincible in the world, the protagonist, who is excited in just a few seconds, begins to seriously doubt his life. He is simply a professional person who pours cold water on it.

"puff!"

The old monk didn't say anything for a long time, nor did he move, but after a pale face turned unhealthy flush, he suddenly took three steps in a row and sprayed a blood arrow.

Ding Ning was happy and lying on the ground and laughed like a fool. It seemed that the invincible sweeper in the world was not really a problem. He was still a little injured, which made him proud.

After the old monk spitted blood, his pale face quickly turned rosy, and in a blink of an eye it returned to normal, causing Ding Ning's laughter to stop.

Damn it, is there any reason for this? I was so tired that I had a full blown attack like a dog. I just spit out blood and continued to jump around like the person who was fine. The difference is too big.

"No, no, this punch is very strong, three points stronger than when Bodhidharma pestered the old monk as his master. The younger generation is so terrifying."

The old monk said in admiration.

Ding Ning's mood suddenly became cheerful again, three points stronger than before Master Bodhidharma. This is definitely the supreme glory, enough to make him proud.

"only……"

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

Sure enough, these old guys like to talk about it at any time. It is their usual routine to praise it first and then criticize it.

"Although your punch is stronger than that of Bodhidharma at the time, it is far inferior to him in terms of boxing intention. It only has its form but not its spirit."

The old monk ignored his unpredictable expression and commented with great willingness.

A word woke up the dreamer. Ding Ning looked thoughtful when he heard this. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with this.

He hadn't noticed this problem before, because the nine punches of the wild body training technique are combined to draw the power of every cell in the body. As the saying goes, one force reduces ten times, in the face of absolute power, anyone can easily crush it, so there is no need to understand the meaning of boxing.

But after seeing the old monk's methods, he finally realized that the so-called one-force reduction of ten times requires absolute crushing power.

And his power is far from being strong enough to crush all enemies, so how could he say that one force will subdue ten times?

The reason why he didn't realize this before was not that he had become inflated or proud, but that the opponent he met was either too weak or too strong, which made him full of blind confidence in his own strength.

But today, the old monk taught him a vivid lesson with practical actions, making him realize that he still has great flaws and shortcomings in his strength.

Immediately, I stood up hard, dragged my weak body, and bowed with conscience, and sincerely asked: "Senior, how should I understand the meaning of the boxing?"

He has now realized the intention of the sword, but it was because he laid a good foundation since childhood and had the template of his father's understanding of the sword, which he barely realized.

But the intention of the fist, although he usually moves his fist when he takes action, it is crushing with the force far beyond the other party, and there is no routine at all.

The old monk looked at him deeply and sighed in anger: "Hey! I really don't know where you got the inheritance of the body refiner. Sitting on the treasure mountain without knowing it is simply a waste of resources. You must know that the body refiner never uses any weapon, because a real body refiner, his strong body is his sharpest weapon. Fist, feet, shoulders, head, knees, elbows, and even every inch of skin and hair can become an invincible combat tool."

The old monk's words made Ding Ning suddenly remember the Fire God who died in his hands. Even though he was a little dissatisfied, he had to admit that the Fire God was far inferior to him when he met him. If he and the Fire God were in a different place, it would never be possible to achieve the Fire God's original achievements.

It can be said that in terms of body refining, the Fire God is more talented and insightful than him. He can use the tremor of his bones to make every part of his body a killing weapon, which is a verdict.

This made Ding Ning feel a little ashamed. In fact, he was not a pure body refiner in the strict sense. Even if he had the unique advantage of military training, he never cared about it. Instead, he focused more energy and attention on studying medical skills... uh, and picking up girls.

To be serious, he is just a person who is not good at doing his job and has no ambition. Even if the century-old Wushen Palace finally hits him, he is still careless and just living by.

The old monk's words were like enlightenment, which made him feel enlightened. He insisted on taking the path of medicine.

But the question is, since he has already gained a solid physical advantage through military training, why not continue to work hard on this advantage and maximize the advantages in this aspect?

"The intention of boxing is just a general term, and it is definitely not something that a warrior can call it the intention of boxing just by simply understanding the fur. The intention of boxing in ancient body training refers to accurately controlling every part of the body's strength, using it accurately and rationally, based on a powerful body, combining various combat techniques, and instantly bursting out when needed to achieve the maximum power."

The old monk looked like a torch and looked at Ding Ning and said, "Looking at the punch you had before, you should have instantly taken the time to exhale all the power in your body and burst out with the maximum power in an instant. It seems very good, but the old monk is sure that this is not because your own control of power has reached its peak, but because it comes from a certain life-fighting secret technique similar to the death of the same death. It is okay to be able to kill the enemy, but if you can't kill the enemy, you can only be slaughtered."

Ding Ning nodded in admiration. Indeed, the old monk said that it was right. In the final analysis, the combination of nine punches is a way to fight for life without any choice. The enemy is alive and will die. If the enemy does not die, he will have to wait for death.

When the old monk saw him listening, he nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes flashed with wisdom: "Although the path of martial arts has ever been changed, it is ultimately impossible to escape from the scope of mechanics. Whether it is "the world's martial arts skills are only fast but not broken" or "one force to reduce ten meetings", they are all true sayings that directly point to the core essence of martial arts, and are also the most fundamental essence and core of martial arts. However, with the changes of the times, many modern warriors have already lost their roots and pursued the illusory way of heaven.

But I forgot that the most basic thing is actually the basic thing that determines a warrior's future achievements."

The old monk spoke slowly but quickly, but it was like a morning bell. Ding Ning was shocked. He felt suddenly cheerful in an instant, and his eyes flashed with enlightenment.

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

What is martial arts?

From the perspective of character shape, Wu is composed of one zhi and one ge. Some people understand it as "using violence to control violence", but in fact it is not the case. Zhi was the same toe in ancient times, which means toe; Ge refers to a weapon.

The original meaning of the word "wu" refers to the key points when fighting: stand firmly, which is what the saying goes, the lower plate should be stable. If the lower plate is stable, then hold a weapon. In this way, you can exert greater strength during battle and defeat your opponent.

To put it bluntly, martial arts is fighting, fighting, and killing people. The so-called strengthening of the body is just a cover-up in a peaceful society.

Throughout history, I don’t know how many easy-to-understand slang actually repeatedly explain a truth.

For example, a tower that rises from a thousand feet high up on the ground; for example, water can carry a boat and cover it; for example, gathering sand to form a tower; for example, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step; for example, you cannot reach a thousand miles without accumulating small flows; for example, you cannot form a river and sea...

These familiar words are all to tell everyone that the foundation that determines the superstructure is always the bottom-level foundation.

If the foundation is unstable, no matter how high the building is, it will collapse in an instant.

A tree without roots will sooner or later decay.

Water without a source will dry up sooner or later.

There are thousands of ways, and the same path is achieved, but it can never violate the most primitive laws given by nature.

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

Deciding what height a warrior can reach in the future, besides those so-called opportunities and illusory adventures, solid basic skills are the decisive elements of everything.

Just like rune inheritance, isn’t the same? Only by mastering the basic runes skillfully can you arrange and combine runes again and again on this basis, and finally optimize the rune sequence of higher-level runes.

The earth is round, and everything is connected.

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

Therefore, the essence of the martial arts that the old monk mentioned is correct at all. Whether it is the primary warrior or the high-level monk, even the gods, they can never violate the natural laws set by the Creator.

Ding Ning seemed to have a great enlightenment and blessed his heart. With a peaceful smile on his face, he closed his eyes and fell into deep insights.

Wuxiang was the most spiritual young disciple of Tianyin Temple. The old monk's deliberate guidance made him look like he was shaking the clouds and seeing the moon. He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged like Ding Ning, listening to the old monk's preaching, and the Zen meaning appeared hidden, just like a monk who was enlightened and was solemn.

The old monk nodded slightly and smiled, like a Buddha picking up a flower, glanced at Ding Ning's arm intentionally or unintentionally, and golden light suddenly bloomed all over his body and penetrated the sky, like a feather ascending to an immortal, instantly turning into light rain and dissipating, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

There is only an ancient book of "Yi Jin Jing", which is placed upright on Ding Ning's knees sitting cross-legged.

But strangely, no one could notice whether Ding Ning had a full punch before or the golden light that the old monk turned into a light rain.

Only the tattoo on Ding Ning's arm squirmed, and the nightmare floated out, staring at the disappearing direction of the old monk with a serious look and murmured softly: "What kind of terrifying existence is this? It can actually seal my perception? It makes me tremble from my soul?"
Chapter completed!