The majestic tall building was bathed in sunlight, and every glazed tile was sparkling. There were still traces of fighting on the ground, and the living corpses were scattered to pieces.
On the other side, Bai Zhu saw Coach Tang kneeling on the ground.
Once upon a time, he just looked at this tall building from a distance. At that time, the echo of the fists under the big sutra pillar was as harsh as cracking silk.
At that time, he was just a servant.
Worrying about his uncertain fate, every wrath of his master may cost him his life.
After Xie Danqiu, every day he lived as if he were stuck in the mud.
The life and death of the fish on the chopping board can only be decided by human hands.
This disaster may not be such a bad thing for Baizhu.
"What were you doing at Zangyue Tower that day?" Bai Shu turned around and asked Xie Fanjing.
"sleep."
Maybe she guessed that Bai Zhu would stop here for a long time, so she picked a corner, patted the dust hard with her little hands, divided the mushrooms into piles, and piled them neatly together according to their colors.
"Really?" Baizhu laughed dumbly, "Please help me pay attention to the surroundings. It's still the same old rules."
"Um."
Xie Fanjing nodded obediently and squatted on the steps like a quiet cat.
Bai Shu walked not far away with a sharp look in his eyes.
The powerful fist intention is still like a rolling dragon, stagnating in the void and lingering for a long time.
With every step he took, the pressure on his body became stronger. Just getting closer felt like a big stone was pressing on his heart, and even his breathing became difficult.
The void was turned into a mess by the fist, and the sunlight began to be mottled as it passed by.
It's hard to imagine that it was just a training skill that caused such a momentum.
Is the artistic conception really so mysterious?
Bai Shu was filled with emotions. He sat cross-legged on one side and silently meditated on the diagram of the Divine Elephant Fist.
After getting the Divine Elephant Fist in the Zangyue Tower, I could never describe the figure of the Divine Elephant in my mind. No matter how many times I tried, I couldn't figure it out.
Now, this remaining fist spirit comes from the same source as the Divine Elephant Fist.
An illusory elephant was slowly sketched in his mind. Baizhu's scalp felt numb, his whole body felt like electricity, and his hair suddenly rose.
Just when he was outlining the first elephant leg, his mind relaxed and the outline of the elephant suddenly collapsed.
"Come again!"
Bai Zhu was not discouraged. Even the elephant's legs seemed to be missing in his previous attempts.
It is indeed correct to practice under this fist intention.
He regained his mind and followed the breathing method recorded in the Boxing Sutra. Atractylodes Atractylodes was like a divine elephant drawing water, taking a long breath.
In front of me, countless Qi streams were inhaled into my lungs. The flesh and skin all over my body bulged, and my muscles and bones swelled instantly. The blue-black muscles exuded the perfect color of flesh.
"Gradually becoming jo..."
He suddenly stepped forward, and a terrifying force exploded.
Every hair and every inch of flesh in the body, as well as the internal organs and the entire body, were shaken by this step.
The force coming from the toes flows all the way back to the skull, causing Qi and blood to rush up.
He slowly turned his hands and formed an ancient boxing stance.
In the consciousness, along with the unique rhythm of breathing, the lines of the divine image appear bit by bit.
As the boxing frame moves, the domineering and uninhibited fisting intention from the outside world is pulled and changed.
A divine elephant of unknown height stands on the mountains, its limbs are like pillars of heaven, and its aura is domineering and unyielding.
Inside and outside the heart, there are two idols.
After half a stick of incense, Baizhu, who was in a boxing stance, began to breathe rapidly, big beads of sweat fell down one by one, his arms couldn't help shaking, and finally his legs went weak.
In his consciousness, the image of the second leg that had just been sketched was immediately shattered.
"Pity……"
After a while, Baizhu got up from the ground and sighed.
Venus was spinning around in front of my eyes. It was broad daylight and everything in front of my eyes was pitch black.
This is a loss of Qi and blood.
I originally thought that I could forcibly imitate the illusion with the help of external fists, but who would have thought, there is still a long way to go.
The Divine Elephant Boxing Frame requires extremely high physical fitness, but with just half a stick of incense, his Qi and blood were almost exhausted. Even if he kept using the Red Dragon Heart Meridian to draw Yuan Qi to replenish his physical strength, it was still useless.
"I don't know how long it will be?"
He murmured again.
In Bai Shu's eyes, the still violent and violent fist intention was becoming weaker and weaker than before.
After all, the person who made this punch was just practicing.
For example, Wang Qiuyi cut off a waterfall with one punch and stayed there for three years. In the end, it is just a legend.
If you can't get started before the fist power dissipates, then you don't know how many years and months it will take.
There is nothing outstanding about his qualifications, and Baizhu knows this very well.
In martial arts practice, bone measurement, chakra measurement, blood determination...
If he was really gifted, he would have been adopted by the Zhao family as his surname after he was born, and he would not be a current person.
Being able to achieve what I am today is partly due to luck, and secondly, it is all due to the attribute panel.
"Is there any technique in the world that can enhance understanding and qualifications?"
While using his mind to guide Yuan Qi, he murmured to himself.
Perhaps he is ignorant, at least in all the years he has been in the Zhao family, he has never heard a word about this aspect.
Shenxiang Boxing is a boxing technique with a very high intention.
It is said to be a boxing technique, but in fact it also includes breathing techniques, pile techniques, and Qi nourishing techniques... It is infinitely better than Fuhu Fist.
Although there is a breathing method in Fuhu Fist, it is extremely crude and is just a means of calming the mind.
He used the Red Dragon Heart Meridian to pull Yuan Qi, and the little fire snakes that wandered among the meridians quickly refined it. The depleted Zhenqi and Qi and blood were gradually replenished.
"Hey, have you heard of "Elephant Fist"?"
After finishing the exercise, he shouted to the little girl squatting on the ladder.
"I've heard of it."
Xie Fanjing watched the smoke evaporate from Baizhu's head, his pale face slowly returned to color, and he nodded thoughtfully.
"I have it at home, and I even watched my grandpa practice it."
"Does the Xie family have one too?"
As his energy and blood filled up, the weakness and weakness disappeared. He moved his legs, which were still sore, and walked slowly over.
Bai Zhu walked up the steps and sat down on the top step.
Xie Fanjing hugged her knees and looked at the pile of mushrooms attentively, with a few strands of hair blowing wildly in the wind.
"The Elephant Boxing is so difficult..."
Bai Shu sighed.
How many people have cultivated their fist skills, and how many of them use the Divine Elephant Fist to do it?
With such a favorable location, Baizhu could not even carve out the second elephant leg.
He touched his head and felt depressed.
Xie Fanjing's little ears moved, and a tip emerged slightly from the thick black hair, like a little rabbit poking its head out of its nest.
She turned her head and looked at Bai Zhu seriously.
When Bai Zhu wanted to speak, he ran away again.
Not long after, she ran back jumping up and down, holding a small white flower in her hand.
"for you."
She lifted the little white flower high and brought it to Bai Zhu, her dark eyes full of solemnity.
"Thank you." Bai Shu was stunned for a moment and reached out to take it.
The two sat side by side, and the pine wind passing through the forest brought cool and moist moisture.
Zhen Qi was recovering bit by bit, and at about the same time, Bai Shu stood up again and walked towards the fist.
Even stronger...
After he took a few steps, his steps suddenly froze.
Not far away, a figure holding a knife suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked at Bai Shu and was momentarily paused.
