Ji Changan was silent and did not give an answer.

He could feel that the old man at this time had no joke, but was almost "sincere" asking whether he wanted to die or survive.

He looked at the old man with a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with a solemn and cold old man.

"Of course I want to survive."

The old man said indifferently: "Since you want to live, then you will condense your spirit in the next half month.

If you can't condense your own spirit in half a month, no matter how many creatures you bear on your shoulders, you will kill them with one punch."

Ji Changan's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but speak:

"Grandpa Gu, is it too little half a month?"

As the symbol of embarking on the [Road to the Saint], isn’t it so easy to gather?

Tens of thousands of extramaritalists eventually fell before this threshold, and they were unable to make progress, and they had no hope of strategic level in this life.

The old man shook his head and said lightly:

"Are you less? There's a lot."

"If you can't condense your spirit even if you learn boxing for half a month with me, why are you going abroad with such talent? What are you thinking about being the kings of the country? Be honest and be an ordinary person for the rest of your life."

Ji Changan said in a daze: "Learn boxing?"

The old man glanced at him, couldn't help but sigh, and then said as if he was talking to himself:

"Did they not even tell you the common sense?"

"What is courage?"

"Understanding the mind and seeing the nature, initially condensing the spirit and spirit of one body into one, and then through thousands of tempering, one can achieve the original fog spirit. This is a high-level product of the spiritual level.

If an outsider wants to embark on the path toward God, this is a necessary path that cannot be bypassed.

The process of highly condensed spiritual will and spirituality into one's own spirit is also the initial step to condense divinity."

"Only by condensing divinity can one be qualified to enter divine power and push one's own person to the level of those pseudo-gods who made up the numbers in the past."

The old man looked at Ji Changan and said lightly:

"And the original source of the birth of the spirit is said to be the fighting field."

"What you have to do next is to put yourself in the 'stove', nourish your spirit and self-nourishment with the 'intense' I gave you, and find that opportunity to condense your own courage in the tempering of yourself day after day."

"It's only half a month."

"In fact, you need to prove to me one more thing before."

The old man slowly raised a finger.

Ji Changan asked, "What's the case?"

The old man smiled and said, "Of course it proves that you, Ji Chang'an, are qualified to learn boxing with me!"

"...Grandpa Gu, can I not learn boxing?"

Ji Changan looked at the old man carefully, and after confirming that the old man was not as good as he spoke again,

"Can I learn sword skills?"

That day, the man cut off the huge bat shadow with a knife from Qingyun, and the figure was deeply engraved in Ji Chang'an's heart like a brand.

It made him unforgettable for a long time.

That was the first time he had seen the scenery above the [Saint]

"Sword technique?"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Gu sneered, slowly stretched out his right hand, and then clenched his fist with his backhand.

Ji Changan's mind suddenly rang, and a life-and-death crisis that had never happened suddenly came!

The next moment.

Spring thunder exploded.

The old man suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Bang!"

He handed out a punch and hit Ji Changan's forehead accurately, making a dull sound.

Ji Changan flew backwards on the spot, and his body arched into the black and white store behind him, smashing through layers of walls all the way until he stopped in front of an iron gate and slowly slid down the bumpy iron gate to the ground.

The dizziness and nausea and vomiting are far faster than the pain.

His eyes were blank, and his ears were rumbling echoes.

And at this time.

A thunderous voice came into his mind from a distance, with a sneer.

Through the big hole he smashed through, you can see that the figure like a demon god was gradually approaching.

"If you want to learn sword skills, then go find your cheap dad. Unfortunately, if he wants to teach you, he would have taught you a long time ago. It's just a glimmer of hope for me, hoping that I can regard you as a successor to boxing."

"Ji Changan, you should be grateful to Ni Zi Luo Ran. If she hadn't begged me hard, would you think you would have the opportunity now?"

"What I want to teach you is how to punch!"

"In life, even if you climb the path of enlightenment under your feet, you can only rely on your fists for your whole life."

"I heard that your cheap father was defeated in the battle of his old enemy because the blade was broken until the end of the battle. Without the sword, he could not even play out 70% of his strength. It was really embarrassing. Even the most powerful name of the world that was so fancy and beautiful that sounds better than the substantive meaning could not be preserved."

A tall and burly figure stood in front of Ji Chang'an, and his ignited aura turned into a black sea of ​​fire and burned quietly around him.

He bent down, like a demon lowering his head, looking mockingly at the mortal creatures without the power of a chicken.

Ji Changan finally recovered a little.

But his mind was still buzzing, his eyes dumbfounded at the black sea of ​​fire surrounding Mr. Gu, and murmured:

"Old man, are you exploding or is the little universe ignited? Where is your golden sacred clothing?"

The old man pulled the corners of his mouth slightly.

very good.

There is still plenty of energy to rush under this punch.

That proves that there is a chance.

Then the old man clenched his right hand and raised it high and smashed it down on the spot.

boom!

The indescribable pain swept across the Linhai town like a natural disaster-level tsunami, leaving nothing but suffering.

The punch hit Ji Chang'an's lower abdomen, and his head and feet suddenly raised reflexibly like spasms and twitched violently.

The whole body was sunk into the ground for nearly half a meter, forming a large pit.

After the continuous spasm and convulsions, Ji Changan completely lost his voice as if he was dead.

Mr. Gu stood up and looked coldly at the broken body under his feet.

Even though there is no obvious damage on the surface, its internal organs have almost been smashed into pieces. If anyone comes, it will be considered completely dead.

Not only that, the old man's fist has never only targeted his body, but his fist is the enemy's spiritual will!

I don't know how long it took.

His right hand, drooping outside the pit, trembled with the ground. After touching for more than a long time, he grabbed a small piece of gravel and slammed it on Mr. Gu's calf with all his strength.

The gravel fell to the ground, rolled a few times and landed at the old man's feet.

After smashing out the stone, the five fingers of the right hand slowly closed and clenched their fists, and then raised their middle fingers tremblingly.

He greets Mr. Gu with international standards and etiquette.

The old man laughed out loudly at the sky, and his laughter was extremely refreshing!

The illusion world in this place, whose laughter was as loud as a bell, began to become blurry and illusory.

"very good!"

"You can see the character between life and death. If you have this kind of spirit, Ji Chang'an is barely qualified to practice boxing with me!"

"Ji Chang'an, eat my 99,998 punches again. I guarantee that you will be clear in the boxing spirit and spirit, and your martial arts are all about to reach the peak of the world!"

The old man’s current world is naturally impossible to be ranked as strong as the current world that is circulated in the four realms.

And hearing these extremely domineering words.

The raised middle finger suddenly froze, and even the uncontrolled trembling disappeared at this moment.

Then he trembled and wrote five words from the heart on the ground.

"Uncle, I was wrong!"

Mr. Gu immediately showed a hideous smile, stomped his right foot and shook the ground, easily shaking Ji Chang'an's broken body out of the ground.

He turned his fist into a palm, grabbed Ji Changan's head with one hand, threw it outwards, and threw it on the street.

"It's too late!"

"My fist is not something you can learn just by wanting to learn, nor is it never something you can learn just by wanting to learn just by wanting to learn!"

"From today, you will be the successor to my Gu Qingyun's boxing skills! It can also fulfill your wish of a useless father."
Chapter completed!