Wang Anfeng, who was joking in his heart, followed Yuanci all the way to the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. tall trees occupied the mountain densely. The tall monk walked to a tree and pointed to the tree and said to the young man: "The use of logging is nothing more than firewood or firewood or home carpenters. The texture is delicate and the trunk is straight, and the trunk is worth more than those trees that grow crookedly."

"Of course, it's harder and harder to destroy."

Wang Anfeng looked at the trunk of the tree that was embraced by a man, his face wrinkled, and said, "Master...I, let me ask you another question, are you going to let me smash this tree with my flesh fist?"

"It should be like this."

"Shaolin emphasizes external skills. If you hit trees with both fists, your internal energy will be vigorous and you will be able to move with your internal energy. It will naturally have the effect of strengthening your body and increase your martial arts practice. You can kill two birds with one stone, why not do it?"

Yuanci nodded slightly and spoke for granted. The boy's face shook, raised his eyes and looked at the thick tree, and sighed, "Then Master, you must prepare some medicine for your disciple..."

Otherwise, the disciple's hands would be ruined.

"Injury medicine? Haha, have you forgotten that you still have internal strength?"

The monk was slightly stunned, then shook his head and laughed, saying, "Use internal strength to protect the meridians, and the internal energy will continue to stop. At most, you will only suffer some skin and flesh injuries. It may be a good idea. After the internal energy is exhausted, you will meditate with Naqi Pills on your own, combine movement and stillness, and the internal energy will have the effect of practicing."

"Come on, I will teach you and my Shaolin martial arts first. If you have no foundation in martial arts, you will practice Shaolin Changquan first. After being skilled, you can practice Arhat boxing. This set of martial arts has thirty-two powers, but it can be said that it is just attacking and defending the virtual and the real, as well as a set of killer moves, using both hands and feet and heavy elbows. You should be optimistic."

After laughing, Yuanci casually set off her posture, explaining and attacking the old tree. The moves were simple but thick and hard to bear. She fists and elbows, smashed or rushed, and the towering old tree shook off the fallen leaves all over the ground at any time. Wang Anfeng's eyes widened unconsciously, and wisps of light and dust surged towards him from the surrounding world, gathering in his pupils, allowing Yuanci's movements to gradually slow down in his eyes.

"Bei-Enter the plot learning mode·Shaolin Changquan."

Before it was originally mutated, this plot originally gave participants the first set of martial arts skills, but what appeared in front of Wang Anfeng at this time was a complete set of 32-stage Shaolin Long Fist. The way of exerting force and the flow of internal force in the meridians were displayed in front of him extremely clearly, just like an unprecedented real world. He couldn't help but indulge in it, watching Yuanci's movements subconsciously dance and imitate.

Click!

With a loud noise in his ears, Wang Anfeng woke up from that special state. The old tree in front of him was already roughly broken under Yuanci's fists, and it hit the ground heavily, raised a large area of ​​dust and leaves. The monk with a peaceful face swept his vest, and his expression was leisurely as if he had drunk a cup of fragrant tea. Wang Anfeng said with admiration:

"Master, you are so awesome..."

Yuanci chuckled twice and said, "I just used only internal energy similar to you. If you can practice boxing diligently, you can do this. At that time, you don't have to worry about not having enough money."

"There are many trees here, why don't you try it now? This is today's Naqi Pill. If you don't have enough internal energy, you can swallow it and meditate."

"Yes, Master!"

Wang Anfeng's eyes shiny. He bowed to Yuanci and took the pill. He found an old wood with a high nature. He pressed his heart and firmly steadily. He first closed his eyes and recalled the scene he had just seen. Then he opened his eyes suddenly, shouted, and called on the internal force in his body and punched it hard, hitting the giant wood without any fancy.

The old tree swayed without any pain, but the young man only felt a feeling of soreness, swelling and pain appearing from the tip of the fist, and then spread throughout his body along the meridians. He couldn't help but grin, but behind him was the master, so he had to grit his teeth, retreat, and knocked down with a broken elbow and slanted.

Yuanci looked at the boy practicing long fist meticulously, nodded slightly satisfied, and there was a little appreciation on his face.

Name: Yuanci.

Sect: Shaolin Sect

Major in practicing: the twelve levels of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art.

Some background effects: Master of boxing...

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When Wang Anfeng returned from Shaolin this day, he was as if he had no bones and lay limp on the bed.

The tree that had been smashed for five hours, five hours!

The internal force flowing through the body is no longer as warm as spring, but a kind of scorching pain. The whole body is sore and swollen, and the fists are even red. If it weren't for Shaolin elixirs that nourished the body, they would have become a useless person long ago.

After being paralyzed on the hard bed for a long time, his belly was already like thunder. He barely turned over and staggered to the rice jar, washed the remaining grain aside, and then steamed it directly, not caring about swallowing it whole. He felt that the feeling of hunger was slowly filled, and he almost cried. When he saw the three days of food being eaten up by him in one meal, the little boy held a shiny stone pottery bowl with a look of despair.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, his sore hands clenched. Wang Anfeng's eyes couldn't help but turn to the hard bed, but the rice jar next to him that could make the mouse cry sound made his eyes firm again. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, clenched his fists and walked out, and followed the old path to Daliang Mountain.

Use boxing to hit the tree, and the internal energy is exhausted and meditated and restored.

When it was dusk, he walked down with a pile of dead wood branches, changed to Yuansun’s food, and after entering the door, he collapsed on the bed like mud.

On the second day, after returning from Shaolin, he ate all his food and strode up the mountain.

Such days will take a full hundred days.

"Senior Li, I will send you this post by my father's order, but I don't know which heroic boy is who can win the favor of his seniors. I personally wrote a letter to ask for this young phoenix post."

A young man in ink clothes sat in the only place in the village, which was considered a restaurant and a restaurant. He asked the old man in front of him with a smile. Although he was neither humble nor arrogant, he was full of respect in his posture and words. Old Li in the restaurant behind him had been driven out of the kitchen and stood aside awkwardly, holding the silver ingot tightly with his hands like chicken claws.

In the kitchen, the first-class chef from Wangxian County is taking charge of the knife himself. On the table is the favorite wine of the Qinglian swordsman back then. The scent of the scent is sucking saliva around the ground. However, the old man was drinking the turbid wine in his wine gourd on his own, his face was light and indifferent. Although he was wearing shabby clothes, he was full of the grace of a master. He looked at the young man and sneered:

"Is your father asking you to ask this?"

"I'm just a little curious. This post was sent to the young knights under the age of fifteen in Wangxian County. I've been away from my senior for a long time. Haha, to be honest, today's actions are not just curious..."

The young man smiled and shook his head. Old man Li looked at him contemptuously. The former felt a sudden heart. He felt a little chilling on his body, but his face still had the same kind of smile that was not lost. The old man burped, turned his head slowly, pointed at the middle-aged men next to him, and asked:

"You Liu family specializes in hidden weapons, so you must have good eyesight."

"Senior praise."

Old Man Li waved his hand and said, "Then tell me what are their identities?"

The heroic young man looked at the people and chuckled confidently, "What's the difficulty? Although these brothers were wearing simple clothes, the fabric was obviously better than the villagers of Daliangshan. At that time, residents of nearby counties had thick and strong arms. I think they were used to doing strong work. The Daliangshan Mountains produced a lot of good wood. Seeing that their eyes were burning, they should be carpenters who came here to buy wood..."

"It's noon at this time. If they come, they may have set out from the early morning. I guess today is the day for delivery in Daliang Village."

The voice was gentle, but with a little smugness, the old man sneered and did not answer. A strong man in a blue shirt on the side laughed out loud and said, "This young man has such strong eyesight, but I still say something wrong. The delivery time for our Daliang Village is on the tenth day of every month. We will send it to others when we come again. Where can we make the reason for them to come here to grab the harvest?"

"this……"

The young man looked slightly stunned, and a little embarrassed appeared on his face. At this moment, the old man next to him suddenly spoke:

"Liu family boy, don't you want to ask me who I recommended?"

"He's here."

The young man was slightly stunned. The carpenters around him rushed towards the entrance of the village like wild dogs who saw food. Looking from a distance, they only saw two thick old trees embraced by one person. The old tree was like a monster, but the one carrying it was a young man of only thirteen or fourteen years old. His eyebrows were beautiful and straight, and his slightly thin body could not hide his strong and majestic aura. He walked towards the entrance of the village step by step. Every step was extremely steady and even light. The cracks at the tree were full of fists, which were obviously interrupted by someone with a pair of flesh fists!

“?!”

The young man's pupils contracted slightly, and he recalled whether he could do this at this age. The result he got made him feel a little frustrated. The old man next to him swallowed a sip of wine, looked at the young man carrying the old tree with his eyes, and said leisurely:

"This tree has a delicate texture and is as hard as iron. It is very far away from the mountain. It takes an ordinary strong man three or five days to cut one tree, and it takes several days to check it out. The whole village can get about ten trees a month, and he can get one tree a day. Today, he will have two trees a day."

"Can you get to your phoenix feast and compete with the hundreds of schools?"

The young man shook his eyebrows and eyes and was shocked, and slowly spit out a word.
Chapter completed!