There is a short sword in a simple bronze box, two feet three inches long and two inches wide. The entire sword body is white and shiny, making people's eyebrows covered with a layer of green air, and the cold air seeps out like ice cubes.
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"Pindao's sword is made of 90% platinum, 50% gold, and 50% refined iron. It weighs nine pounds and six taels. Every day, it needs to be soaked in Tianshan snow lotus, Changbai Mountain ginseng, Poria, and Zhicao in boiled water, and then use it to prepare the sword.
It is no accident that the skill of breathing and breathing three times a day can lead to the magical power you have today. It is not a bad idea for Mr. Zhou to practice this method, but although this method is powerful, it is difficult to achieve in a short time. Only ten years of breathing and breathing on the sword can achieve it.
Make the sword move with your breath. If you want to take someone's head from a few dozen feet away and hurt their life, it will take at least twenty years of work, and it can't be stopped for a day."
After the Taoist performance, Zhou Huanwen and Zhou Huanwen sat on the futon together and announced their names as "Jia Yefeng."
Seeing that Zhou Huanwen wanted to learn his own martial arts, Jia Yefeng did not object, smiled slightly, and spoke frankly. Zhou Huanwen frowned when he heard this.
Jia Yefeng has been a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain Sword Immortal Qiao Lingshan since he was a child. He practiced the art of flying swords. He had just achieved some success when Qiao Lingshan died, leaving a Taoist temple and inheritance property for him to take care of. He just practiced sword training every day.
The expenses were too high, and I gradually became a little stretched. This time I was disturbed by Tuesday, and I had to come out and show off my skills and ask for some money to support the daily expenses of sword refining.
Although flying swords are powerful, they are foreign objects after all. The martial arts of the inner martial arts are not as good as those of the inner martial arts. All the kung fu of the whole body is in one sword. It does not mean that you will live forever after being trained. On the contrary, you will live longer than the inner martial arts.
It's even shorter. If you blindly cultivate external objects, the polishing of your own muscles and bones, and the maintenance of your internal organs will be somewhat wasted.
But when it comes to fighting, once the Flying Sword is perfected, no matter how advanced your internal martial arts training is, whether it is internal and external training, no matter how many people come, you will not be your opponent. The competition in martial arts can be said to be invincible. It is like two masters.
In a martial arts contest, if one has a gun and is a sharpshooter, how can the other resist?
In fact, this method of flying sword is somewhat similar to the iron sand palm practiced by Wang Zhong. It seems to be an outer martial art that only focuses on lethality and does not pay attention to polishing one's own life. It's just that the power of flying sword is far greater than that of iron sand palm. Of course,
The difficulty of practicing is also more than ten times greater.
"So that's it!" Zhou Huanwen listened to Jia Yefeng's explanation and thought to himself: "Although it is magical, it is actually nothing worthy of praise. Compared with the gun, I don't know the advantages and disadvantages. It's just that Jia Yefeng can fly the sword.
After being out for twenty or thirty miles, he is much stronger and is easier to use than a gun in close combat, so he can be used to my advantage."
With the financial resources of the Zhou family, it is not difficult to find a way to train a few from a young age. Although the effect is not obvious overtly, it does have a great effect when used in the dark, but it takes too long.
"Mr. Jia already knows why I'm here, right?"
Jia Yefeng already knew the whole story from Tuesday and nodded: "It is not the right way to harm people with flying swords. Fortunately, it does not hurt people's lives, so I can do it reluctantly."
"That man is practicing a pair of iron sand palms. He only needs to cut off the tendons of his wrists. Brother Jia, I'm not telling you. You have been practicing flying swords all your life, but you can't live forever or kill people. You might as well follow my young master.
If you want to be rich, otherwise you will have wasted decades of hard work, which is really meaningless."
A smile appeared on Tuesday's face, knowing that Jia Yefeng was afraid of the law and would not commit murder, at least now he felt a lot of resistance in his heart.
"In this case, Mr. Zhou will arrange for Pindao and his apprentice to go down the mountain to catch their breath. Once they have the target breath, they can take action at about twenty miles away. No one can find any flaws. No matter how much it happens, everyone will think it is a flying sword.
Nonsense.”
Jia Yefeng had actually killed someone. That was back then, when the flying sword had just been developed and he was very energetic. He happened to meet a martial arts master on Mount Emei. They had a disagreement with each other, so he moved his hands and slit the man's throat with his sword.
, died on the spot. I was worried for a long time afterwards, fearing that the police would cause trouble.
Jia Yefeng is also a modern person. He has seen scenes on TV of police arresting people and snipers shooting heads. He knows that although he has practiced flying swords, as long as he does not use guns, he will not be afraid of any number of police officers. But the other party has guns and dozens of people.
, a random attack of gunshots, no matter how powerful you are, there will still be holes in your body.
Jia Yefeng heard from his master Qiao Lingshan that one of the ancestors of swordsmen in his lineage was the one who resisted the Manchu and Qing armies in the late Ming Dynasty and killed more than 500 people in a row. Five or six generals with strong martial arts skills were later killed by thousands of people.
The man shot the hedgehog with random arrows and died on the spot.
When Zhou Huanwen wrote a check as a thank you gift, Jia Yefeng held it tightly in his hand and resisted. He was speechless at the moment.
Wang Zhong suddenly had a very strange feeling today, as if someone was always watching behind him, just like the feeling of being spied on when going to the toilet. When he looked around, he didn't see anyone suspicious.
"I have been practicing internally and externally recently, and I have no distracting thoughts. Although my mind is not clear[*], I can still sense the danger. Something is wrong today." Wang Zhong walked on the street, with busy traffic, people coming and going, and bright lights. In general,
I felt something was wrong. "Could it be that you have eliminated Zhou Huanwen's two subordinates and sent people to trouble me again? Are you going to shoot me with a black gun?"
Three girls, Lu Na, Zhang Yanran, and Tong Ling, went out to buy things and forced Wang Zhong out. They were chirping along the way, but Wang Zhong just ignored them and kept the inner strength he had developed these days in his head.
His hands, feet, and waist were everywhere, ready to pounce on anyone at any time, and his spirit was at a high level of tension. At this time, even if someone took advantage of him, Wang Zhong was confident that he could avoid it.
Suddenly, a figure in front quickly bumped into him. Wang Zhong's heart moved and he had already dodged past.
"Hey, Li Weiwu, you are cured!" Wang Zhong heard the voice of Tong Ling and saw that the person he bumped into was Li Weiwu, who was playing in the Taekwondo club that day and then asked God to get on top of him.
Li Weiwu was sent to the hospital on the spot that day and never went to school. Tong Ling suddenly bumped into him on the street today and was quite surprised. Li Weiwu seemed to be a little panicked. He said yes twice and said yes.
Wang Zhong took a deep look, spread his legs, and flew away.
Li Weiwu just arrived at the corner of the street and met someone. Wang Zhong narrowed his eyes and saw Jia Yefeng with Li Weiwu through the bustling crowd! "This person is wrong!" Although he didn't know Wang Zhong.
They still gave chase, but the two of them had already gotten into a car and drove away quickly.
As soon as the two left, Wang Zhong felt relaxed all over. While he was thinking, he heard Lu Na shouting from somewhere: "Why are you crazy again? Come help me carry my things! I'm back!"
The four of them returned to Lu Na's villa. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Another bright moon was hanging high in the sky. A few sparse moon stars were floating in the sky. The silver moonlight fell down and illuminated the ground.
It was bright and clear, with a faint hint of white frost.
Wang Zhong took a rest and then went downstairs again, his fists and feet roaring, his figure in the moonlight like a tiger leaping and a wolf running, an eagle flying and a rabbit walking.
"It's a pity that the time for practicing Neijia is too short. With the current progress, it will take at least fifty or sixty years to achieve great success. The internal energy can penetrate the twelve main meridians and eight meridians. By then, the true energy can be densely spread throughout the body, and the body can be controlled at any time. The produced essence, blood, marrow, etc. are refined into true energy, which makes the refining of Qi reach its peak. I don’t know what kind of state it is. Can you really refine Qi and transform into God? Immortality? "
Wang Zhong meditated on the moon and felt that there were many obstacles in the flow of true energy in his body.
For example, the "Snake Pose" of practicing Xingyi is mainly to move the waist and cooperate with breathing to refine the essence of the waist and kidneys into the inner strength. However, the real strength of the waist cannot be transferred to the hands because of the obstruction of the meridians!
The whole body is divided into twelve main meridians and eight meridians. The twelve main meridians are the Lung Meridian of Hand Taiyin, the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming, the Spleen Meridian of Foot Taiyin, the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming, the Heart Meridian of Hand Shaoyin, the Small Intestine Meridian of Hand Taiyang, and the Zu Shao Meridian. Yin Kidney Meridian, Foot Jueyin Bladder Meridian, Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian, Hand Shaoyang Triple Burner Meridian, Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian, Foot Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian.
The eight meridians are divided into Ren, Du, Yinwei, Yangwei, Yinqiao, Yangqiao, Chong, and Dai.
These meridians, which govern the whole body, are congenitally blocked. They must be connected one by one in order to mobilize the true energy from other places to various places. It is like several lakes on the land, each of which has water. When this lake dries up, as long as By digging water channels, water from other lakes can be diverted for nourishment. Without water channels, we can only hope for nothing.
When all the meridians are connected, the inner boxing technique will reach its peak. The true energy in all parts of the body can be condensed and dissipated at any time, traveling around every place in the body, and the essence continuously produced by the body can be refined into the true energy. , like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger. To an incredible point.
Wang Zhongcai had practiced internal martial arts for dozens of days, and his internal internal strength was weak, far from being able to penetrate the meridians. Thanks to the external martial arts he had practiced, he was so fierce that he could break bones and kill horses with one palm. Stone turns into powder. Even on Wednesday and Thursday, only one or two lines can be penetrated, and the lungs or heart can be transferred to the hands.
External Kung Fu is like the magical power of Buddhism, which is used to subdue demons and protect one's body. No matter how great the magical power is, it cannot achieve Buddhahood. No matter how powerful the external Kung Fu is, it cannot live forever. It can only protect one's own life.
It is estimated that according to the current progress and hard training day and night, it will be conservatively estimated that it will take fifty or sixty years to reach the peak, penetrate the meridians of the whole body, reach the peak, climb to the highest place, and explore the mystery of life. Although even if it reaches the peak, Whether there is such a path is still unknown, but we still have to go on.
If you don't go on, there will be no hope at all. If you go on, there will still be seeds of hope, even if they are misty.
"There is still hope in your lifetime. Don't slack off. Once you relax, you will lose your life! What kind of road is bigger than this road?"
So the things in the mortal world are not worth mentioning in front of this. With gold and silver, who would care about a little money?
The road Wang Zhong wants to take is the road that countless people have longed for throughout the ages. But in the secular world, there are too many fetters, and people's lives are limited. If you slack off, it will be in vain.
Unknowingly, he stopped his men. Wang Zhong was like a rhinoceros looking at the moon. He squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, an extremely strong crisis appeared in his heart!
Brush! A white light pierced through the air like a spiritual snake, approaching from far away and wrapping around Wang Zhong's hands.
"What is this!" Wang Zhong was shocked. He had never seen a flying sword before. He could only instinctively feel the cold air making his skin ache! His body flew into the air, flipped over, and landed on the plum blossom pile. It made a slapping sound like a knife.
When peeling tofu, the white light flashed around, and the plum blossom pile was cut into two pieces.
After cutting off the plum blossom stake, the white light jumped and twisted a few times, as if it was not a hunting dog looking for prey. Wang Zhong roared, rolled down to the ground, shook out with a palm, and the two wooden stakes were beaten across the mountain.
The iron palm stirred up and hit the white light that jumped one after another.
The white light seemed to have smelled the breath of Wang Zhong, and the whole body trembled, making a clanging sound of gold and iron. It circled again, silently cutting the wooden stake into four pieces, and then screamed through the air, and whoosh! It headed towards Wang Zhong again.
Wrist electrocution.
He clicked his tongue twice, feeling incredible in his heart. He no longer doubted the power of this white light. "What on earth is it? Could it be a ghost!" Wang Zhong also knew that after being bypassed by this, his hands would be the same as Wednesday's.
, becoming a disabled person.
The cold air hit my face, rolled again, clatter! A brand-name sportswear was cut open and almost split into two halves. In front of this weird thing, no matter how strong your martial arts are, there is nothing you can do!
The white light penetrated into the soil on the ground, trembled two or three times like a living thing, jumped up suddenly, and floated in mid-air again.
At this time, a piece of clothing was like a fishing net, covering it out of thin air, wrapping the white light inside! It turned out that when Wang Zhong saw the white light inserted into the soil, he quickly made the golden cicada escape from its shell, tore off the scratched clothing and used it as a fishing net to catch the white light.
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Torn brocade rags, hiss! Hiss! White light flew up and down, and a piece of clothing suddenly turned into pieces of butterflies. The white light was like a snake coming out of its nest, identifying Wang Zhong's hands, like maggots attached to the bones, biting them tightly. Wang Zhong didn't want it.
He relied on the plum blossom piles to dodge, but was twisted into two pieces by the white light, thinking that the wood was made of water. It took no effort to cut it.
"What happened outside?" Zhang Yanran, Tong Ling, and Lu Na came back and were about to take a shower when Zhang Yanran suddenly heard shouting outside.
"It's okay, just let him go crazy!" Lu Na waved her hand. Zhang Yanran ran to the window and took a look, only to see Wang Zhong being chased behind a tree by a white light. It was extremely thrilling!
"Sister Nana, what is that!" "What's going on? What's all the fuss about!" Lu Na was exclaimed by Zhang Yanran before she jumped to the window. It was okay if she didn't look at it, but her expression immediately changed. "No! Now!
There is such a thing! How is it possible, flying sword, how is it possible that there is a flying sword!"
"What flying sword!" Tong Ling was also shocked by this strange scene. Lu Na didn't care to say more, rolled over, grabbed the drawer next to the sofa, picked up the pistol, jumped to the window, bang! Bullets flew past
, just hit the white light that chased Wang Zhong until he couldn't breathe.
"Good marksmanship!" Wang Zhong turned over and jumped on the pine tree. The white light chased him and circled around. Several thick tree branches fell to the ground. Just as he was about to jump down and roll over, he saw that the white light was hit by a bullet and landed with a thud.
, beating constantly!
"It's still wordy, come here quickly!" Lu Na shouted quickly, and Wang Zhong rushed towards the villa with a sprint. The white light jumped on the ground a few times, flew up again, and took a bullet, but he was fine!
Lu Na fired a few more shots, causing the white light to tremble. Wang Zhong had already reached the downstairs. He jumped up, grabbed the bottom of the balcony with his claws, flipped up, jumped again, broke the glass and rolled into the house.
"Are you okay?" Seeing bloodstains all over Wang Zhong's body, Zhang Yanran hurriedly ran up to her. "I just scratched my skin!" Wang Zhong never panicked. On the contrary, he looked excited. Lu Na had already played with the bullets, and the
The window swung shut.
"The things in the world are really bizarre and incredible!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Lu Na threw away the pistol and asked Tong Ling and Zhang Yanran urgently, "Which of you is menstruating? Mine is over. It takes a red dragon to break this thing!"
"The red dragon is menstruation! I didn't expect the legend to be true! It's not groundless." Wang Zhong spoke without any inhibitions, making the two girls' faces turn red!
At this moment! A white light flashed outside the window, and the glass was scratched to pieces. The white light flew in again, staring at Wang Zhong. Wang Zhong jumped behind the sofa. The white light rushed and twisted, and the sofa was smashed to pieces! Both girls were sharp.
Call out.
"Hurry up! Are you two here?" Bai Guang only chased Wang Zhong, and Lu Na urged the two girls. Zhang Yanran blushed and nodded, Lu Na quickly pulled the two girls into the bathroom, and Wang Zhong used
He tried his best to avoid it, but the sofas, tables and chairs in the room were all smashed to pieces by the white light.
Wang Zhong picked up the TV and smashed it, bang! Like throwing a grenade, the white light was exploded and fell to the ground, jumped a few times, and then flew up again!
"Go on!" A ball of white was thrown out of the bathroom. At such a critical moment, Wang Zhong laughed loudly: "Well done!" He used a "python turn" to avoid the white light, and caught the white ball with a somersault in the air.
The hands are spread out. There is a bright red in the middle.
The white light rushed over again, and Wang Zhong quickly dodged, but lost his momentum and was scratched on the back, causing burning pain. He rolled to the ground again. "Fortunately, it was not deep, and no muscles or bones were injured!"
Wang Zhong was injured, and the white light was stained with blood. He paused for a moment, as if a living creature was thinking about where Wang Zhong could accommodate it, and then he pounced forward, and the white mask in his hand happened to hit the white light.
Chi! Chi! It's strange to say that it is so arrogant. The white light that can't even do anything to bullets is wrapped in it, and it suddenly trembles. It seems to fly away outside, but the strength is pitifully weak, as if a mosquito has been sprayed by a pest killer.
For a moment, Wang Zhong tried his best to fight for his life. Wang Zhong pushed him away with an iron palm.
He landed with a bang on the ground, jumped twice, and finally revealed his prototype, a bright white two-foot dagger!