Putting aside his obsession with the original owner for the time being, Lin Yun took out the scroll presented by Mr. Hong.
In Xijian Pavilion, I often saw Mr. Hong observing this painting carefully, but Lin Yun did not take a peek.
I don’t know what the objects in the painting are?
"The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose?"
Roll out the scroll and write eight characters, which are full of ancient meaning, vast and thick.
The moment he unfolded the scroll, he heard a dull roar and a tiger jumped towards him from the painting.
rock!
Lin Yun was startled, hurriedly retreated, and dropped the scroll.
My heart was pounding, and after a long time, it gradually calmed down.
"It's so scary. It seemed like a tiger was really charging towards me just now."
Lin Yun was still frightened. He looked at the scroll on the ground and hesitated for a moment before picking it up again.
What is depicted in the painting is a flying tiger. With just one glance, you can feel the tremendous pressure coming towards you.
The next second, I forgot that it was an object in the painting, and it was like a living tiger charging towards me.
Opening its huge mouth, the roar of the tiger shocked the soul.
Whoosh!
Lin Yun quickly put the scroll away, not daring to take another look. The hand holding the scroll trembled slightly.
It feels so scary. No wonder Mr. Hong is cautious every time he looks at it.
The pressure like a roaring mountain and a tsunami is right in front of you! The murderous intention of the king of beasts goes straight to your heart!
This painting is undoubtedly a treasure.
But now even looking at it makes me feel stressed, and it seems useless for the time being.
"wrong……"
Lin Yun's eyes lit up, and he remembered what Mr. Hong said, you practice Tiger Fist. Even if you can't unlock the secret in the painting, it will be of great use to you.
Understand, Mr. Hong had no hope that he could unlock the secrets in the painting.
I only hope that he can observe this painting and practice Tiger Fist to perfection.
There are four realms in the cultivation of any Kung Fu or martial arts, from shallow to deep.
The first glimpse of the path, a little success, a big success, and the peak of perfection.
Tiger Fist is the foundation of the basic skills. With a little understanding, you can get a first glimpse of the method.
If you practice hard and spend enough time, it's not difficult to achieve success.
But it’s not easy to achieve success. If you don’t have enough understanding, no matter how much time you spend, it will be a waste.
As for reaching the peak of perfection, that is just a luxury.
No matter how basic the skill is, if it can be practiced to its peak and perfection, it can display super lethality, which is eye-catching.
It can even break through the shackles of the level of the skill itself and exert lethality that transcends levels.
In the past two years, Lin Yun's Tiger Fist has been lingering in the realm of Xiaocheng.
The power of the Tiger Fist can only be used at 30%. It was a fluke to defeat Zhou Ping before.
The main reason was that the opponent underestimated the enemy, and Lin Yun was in a state of embarrassment when he could abuse Zhou Ping casually.
He never expected that Lin Yun would be promoted to the third level of martial arts, so he suffered a big loss because of his impatience.
Joining the outer sect will definitely bring you many new challenges.
It's better to stabilize your realm first and practice this Tiger Fist to perfection, then it's not too late to leave.
In his previous life, Lin Yun was quite cautious in his behavior.
Make decisions and act, rarely rashly.
Coming to this world where the jungle is the strongest, there is no room for any carelessness. Because if you are not careful, your life may be ruined.
Having made up his mind, Lin Yun no longer hesitated.
Fighting back the fear in his heart, Lin Yun opened the tiger scroll again.
call!
It was as if a strong wind was blowing through my ears, and the pressure on my face came instantly.
Lin Yun tried his best to stay calm and carefully observed the charm of the tiger. After holding on for two seconds, he quickly closed the scroll.
Close your eyes and let the charm of the tiger in the painting echo in your mind.
When he opened his eyes, in a flash of light, Lin Yun used his Tiger Fist in the small wooden house.
For a moment, his punches were like wind, moving like clouds and flowing water. The charm that echoed in his mind was digested bit by bit as his fists and feet stretched.
By the time a set of punches was finished, Lin Yun felt so happy that he felt so good all over.
Many thoughts welled up in my heart, all related to the details of Tiger Fist.
An experience that had never been experienced before appeared in Lin Yun. It was mysterious and indescribable.
It really worked. Mr. Hong didn’t deceive me!
Lin Yun's mouth showed joy, and he was full of energy and unfolded the scroll again.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds!
This time, the time Lin Yun spent looking at the scroll tripled to four seconds.
The tiger in the painting even has a vague prototype that is imprinted in his heart.
In the small and simple wooden house, the young man seemed to have opened the door to a new world, practicing over and over again rubbish techniques that were not worth mentioning in the eyes of others.
Sweating like rain, exhausted, but still persevering.
Even every time I unfold the scroll, I will tremble with fear, leaving behind a terrifying shadow.
Still gritting his teeth, mustering up the courage, he bravely unfolded the picture again and again.
The tiger comes down the mountain!
After repeating this ten times, Lin Yun let out a loud shout, and the second offensive move of the Tiger Fist was unleashed without any hindrance.
In an instant, he transformed into a tiger and jumped half a foot from the ground, almost touching the roof.
When it fell, the bones in the body exploded, like a roar, and the sound was deafening.
Bang bang bang!
The overflowing strong wind blew the furnishings in the wooden house into a mess.
Tigers roar in the mountains and forests, fierce tigers descend from the mountains, and all kinds of beasts come to visit.
It is the three-stroke killing technique of Tiger Fist. The first twelve moves can only strengthen the body and exercise Qi and blood.
Now that the two killing moves have been completed, all that's left is the last move, the coming of all the beasts.
Lin Yun's eyes flashed. This scroll was indeed a treasure. In just half a day, it was worth half a year of hard work.
"With this thing, my boxing skills will be perfected, and it will be just around the corner."
Having mastered two killing moves in one fell swoop, Lin Yun was full of confidence.
Three days later, the morning sun rose.
In front of a wooden house halfway up Qingyun Peak, the sun was shining, and there was a figure, moving around in the open space, punching like the wind.
Hoo ho ho!
Every time a punch is struck, you can hear the whistling sound of wind. The young man is naturally the sword slave Lin Yun. He has not yet become an outer disciple, so in terms of status, he is still the sword slave Qingyun.
In the open space, Lin Yun looked calmly and did not punch blindly.
He was feeling the heat in his body, which was said to be the internal heat.
Jin, entering the third level of martial arts can generate internal strength.
Becoming an outer sect disciple can provide you with the methods to cultivate your inner strength, and only then can you be considered a true warrior.
At this moment, although he has not mastered the technique of cultivating inner strength, he has paid attention to the coordination with inner strength when punching.
Sudden!
His calm eyes revealed a fiery light, as if a flame was burning.
"Tiger roaring in the forest!"
boom!
The bones in the body made a loud noise, like a tiger roaring, roaring again and again. When a punch was blasted, an explosion-like sound was heard in the air, the air flow was turbulent, and strong winds were blowing in all directions.
The tiger comes down the mountain!
Riding on the momentum, Lin Yun soared into the sky, and then flew straight down. He transformed into a tiger and fell straight to the ground, bang!
As soon as the punch fell, cracks appeared on the ground paved with rocks.
Breaking the rocks with force, this Tiger Fist is completed!
After one punch, Lin Yun was sweating all over his body but not much. Compared with the profuse sweating when he first performed it, Lin Yun made rapid progress.
In three days, he finally mastered the Tiger Fist, and his level of martial arts at the third level stabilized.
call!
Hold your fist and stand still.
Under the sun, Lin Yun's slightly childish face was full of vitality. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes were calm and steady, and he whispered to himself: "Now that my realm is stable and my boxing skills are great, I have something to rely on."
After entering the wooden house and washing up, Lin Yun looked at the purple mark between his eyebrows in the basin and thought for a while.
It's so eye-catching that even if he doesn't care, it's hard to prevent outsiders from making noise.
After thinking about it, Lin Yun tore off a piece of cloth and tied it on his forehead as a headscarf.
After half a stick of incense, Lin Yun's figure appeared in the Qingyun Sect's Zongfu Hall.
The Zongwu Hall is the place where the sect distributes disciples and collects martial arts, weapons and sharp weapons.
When Lin Yun arrived, there were already many disciples in the Zongwu Hall gathered here.
"Senior, Lin Yun, now has reached the third level of martial arts. Please come and apply to become an outer disciple."
In front of the deacon of the Zongwu Hall, Lin Yun took out his identity card and handed it to him for inspection, and said in a calm tone.
The deacon is an old man in gray clothes, his surname is Yang, his appearance is not amazing, but his cultivation has reached the sixth level of martial arts.
In front of him, Lin Yun could feel a lot of pressure.
"Sword slave Lin Yun?"
The gray-clothed deacon raised his eyebrows lazily and glanced at Lin Yun without checking his identity. He smiled and said, "I've heard of you. Your sword skills are also famous in the sect."
The old man's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it still attracted the attention of many people, who all expressed curiosity.
"Sword slave Lin Yun!"
"This guy actually broke through to the third level of martial arts. It's amazing. It seems like he has taken care of my sword."
"Why is he so powerful? Senior Sister Su gave him countless pills, and he just managed to break through today. He's really stupid!"
The originally quiet Zongwu Hall caused a commotion after the deacon in gray named Lin Yun's name.
The voice was harsh. Lin Yun was neither happy nor sad, and said softly: "Senior, you are very polite. Can I become an outer disciple?"
"The sect's ancestral teachings state that anyone who has reached the third level of martial arts, regardless of status, can become an outer disciple. Logically speaking, this is the case, but... you can't!"
