"If we are just on par with the Heavenly Emperor's Fist, how can we be happy about it? This is derived from the Heavenly Emperor's Fist. If we combine it with the Dou Zi Jue, we can barely be on par with the Heavenly Emperor's Fist. That's not even close." Lin Changan shook his head.
He shook his head, still not satisfied.
Never do something that is not close to the mark, this is Lin Changan's idea.
Now you feel that it doesn't matter if you are a little different from others and a little different from the perfection in your heart. When you encounter a thunderstorm and encounter death, this little difference will be your life.
Only when you achieve perfection in everything will you not be afraid of anything.
However, this small courtyard is probably not suitable for boxing practice.
However, Lin Changan was really worried about Ye Hongyi and Long Ningxiang. If Jin Zhan came to retaliate again and captured them to threaten him, he directly gave them a lot of skills and techniques.
Give them the power to fight even the venerable ones.
The entire back mountain of Changsheng Sect is very large, with cascading peaks that spread out for unknown distances. The fairy mist is rising in it, like a fairyland on earth, and from time to time, powerful cultivators fly by with swords, highlighting its terrifying nature.
Lin Changan found an ordinary place to start his own boxing practice.
The so-called boxing practice is to practice one movement thousands of times, tens of thousands of times.
"It's starting again." This scene made the little fat man couldn't help but touch his forehead.
Yes, it has started again. Your Majesty is going to start practicing boxing again.
The most boring thing in the world is watching Lin Changan practice boxing, so that the little fat man can't understand how strong this master's perseverance is. He can perform such a simple move thousands or tens of thousands of times.
, isn’t it really boring?
Just like Lin Changan's martial arts practice, he didn't sleep for several months and circulated spiritual power in his body thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, just to enhance Lin Changan's so-called strength. Is it worth it?
"Boom!"
The boxing skills roared up, it was just a simple move, punching, and the appearance of Xing Tianshen. Lin Changan practiced this simple move day and night, from morning to night, and never stopped practicing. Moreover, the boxing skills became more and more proficient.
The speed of the punches also became more and more fierce, like thunder exploding, like fireworks overwhelming the sky.
What Lin Changan didn't know was that, several mountains away, an old man wearing pitch black linen clothes was also in retreat.
After practicing for a whole day, Lin Changan had no intention of giving up. On the contrary, he became more and more domineering in his Changquan practice. The shadow of Xing Tian behind him appeared countless times.
"Boom!"
A small hill was crushed and exploded by Lin Changan's punch, shattered into pieces and exploded.
"call!"
Lin Changan slowly withdrew his long fist, looked at the collapsed hill in front of him, and still shook his head.
Not satisfied, still not satisfied, this punch cannot hurt the early stage of the Venerable.
Next to him, Fatty Chen wanted to say something. If this could really hurt the early-stage sages, those early-stage sages would probably cry to death.
You have clearly crushed Lin Changan in several realms, but he still wants to hurt you with one punch, or even kill you.
Is this reasonable?
However, he really didn't dare to speak in front of Lin Changan.
There was no way, such a small hill was flattened by the bombing, so we had to move forward in another direction.
Across several hills, in the dark passage, the old man in black clothes who had been in seclusion slowly woke up, with a slightly sullen look in his eyes as deep as the vast stars.
"Someone actually disturbed my practice?" he asked.
After all, he is also one of the giants of the Changsheng Sect. How dare his disciples dare to come to practice beside him? And deliberately make such terrible noises to disturb him?
However, he did not get too angry, because during the critical period of his cultivation, he took advantage of a little understanding of the Immortality Sutra, continued to practice, and then closed his eyes again.
Lin Changan and the elder in black were separated by dozens of mountains, but Lin Changan's boxing skills were advancing all the way.
A mountain fell in one day, and then Lin Changan shook his head.
no!
Pushing sideways all the way, I don't know how many peaks exploded, and Chen Xiaopang shook his head so many times.
Even the Bingying inside Lin Changan was rarely disturbed.
"I have practiced a move 70,000 times, and I am still practicing it. Heavenly Book, you are worthy of it." As the Queen of the Southern Wilderness in the previous era, she once ruled the entire Southern Wilderness, surpassing everything, and standing proudly above everything else.
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But even if she were asked to practice a move 70,000 times, she would find it very annoying and extremely boring.
More importantly, even after 70,000 times, the progress is not very big.
Moreover, Lin Changan is still going on.
"If it really doesn't work, try another move." Bingying said, persuading Lin Changan.
However, Lin Changan shook his head. He practiced to the extreme and reached perfection. Even if there was a slight difference, Lin Changan was not satisfied.
The old man who was in seclusion was even more depressed at this moment.
On the first day, I thought about enduring it.
"I can't bear it!"
"I can't bear it any longer!"
"I can still bear it!"
"I can bear with you for one more day!"
"Just one more day, just one more day!"
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
"Boom!"
Seventeen days later, the old man in black finally couldn't bear it anymore. What the hell, as one of the most powerful god kings in the Changsheng Sect, this was the first time that a disciple dared to bully him like this.
Do you really think that you are a soft persimmon? A big black hand was about to come out to find someone, but it stopped thousands of feet away, and the old man was stunned.
"This little guy is just, just an outer disciple? And, he's just a mid-level inscription?" The old man in black frowned, licked his dry lips, and felt that he had really seen a ghost.
This little guy is only in the middle stage of the inscription, but he can flatten a mountain with one punch. This is naked Venerable-level combat power.'
"When did such a monster appear in our Changsheng Sect? I don't know about it yet?" The old man in black frowned and said, and the irritability he felt after being disturbed in his cultivation immediately dissipated a lot.
He was looking at Lin Changan carefully. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was wearing a blue robe and kept punching with the same move.
It seemed like he was still mumbling something.
"Shan Hai Fist, God of War Technique!"
"Buzz!"
Behind Lin Changan, a hundred feet of light suddenly shone out, and an ancient golden war god appeared at this moment, punching forward with a fierce punch.
"Boom!"
The mountain peak exploded immediately, an area of 100 feet was flattened, and another small hill was shattered.
"Too weak, not enough, not enough!" Lin Changan said. Only then did the old man hear his voice. These words almost made the old man in black stare out of his eyes.