An Lao has lived for thousands of years and has extremely rich combat experience, many times more than he knows. The training he gave himself must be very targeted.
I’m afraid that I can greatly improve myself!
An Lao continued: "The first thing you have to do now is to improve your steps."
"Your Jinghong Step is very fast, but not sensitive enough."
"In other words, in fact, the Jinghong Step itself is very sensitive, but you have not used it. Your combat method is too open and closed, and lacks too much skill!"
Soon, Chen Feng, under the command of An Lao, made arrangements in the cave.
Fifty ropes hang down from the top of the cave.
Under each rope, there is a stone hanging. There is no wind in the cave, so the stone does not move at all.
These ropes are very dense, and the distance between each rope will never exceed one foot. It is impossible for Chen Feng to walk directly over, he must turn sideways!
Then, An Lao tapped several places on Chen Feng's legs and said, "Seal the meridians here yourself."
Chen Fengfeng nodded and sealed the meridians here.
Then, An Lao said: "Now, I will use some powder to spread out the shape of a road."
"Just walk between the rocks hanging on the ropes. You have to follow the direction marked by the powder and walk along that road. You are not allowed to touch any rocks."
Zi Yue folded her arms beside her, looking like she was watching a good show, and said with a smile: "Grandpa An, what will happen if Chen Feng hits a stone?"
An Lao usually always smiled when he spoke to her, but now his face was very serious. He became serious and said coldly:
"If he touches a rock, I'll whip him."
As he spoke, a three-meter-long soft whip suddenly appeared in his hand. This soft whip did not look like a physical object, but rather seemed to be made of something ethereal, showing an inky black color.
There seems to be flames burning on it!
Ziyue said in surprise: "I feel a powerful force on this whip. This force is very strange. It seems that it does not directly act on the body, but on the soul."
Ziyue was right, Chen Feng felt a cold feeling suppress him as soon as he saw the whip.
An Lao smiled slightly and said: "Old man, I have lived for thousands of years, and I still have some savings."
He looked at Chen Feng: "Are you ready?"
Chen Feng nodded, and An Lao immediately sprinkled a handful of black powder.
The powder fell to the ground and a clear route immediately appeared.
This route is very tricky, basically passing between two ropes, and sometimes there are twists and turns in the middle like a snake road.
An Laolao shouted in a deep voice: "Let's go!"
Chen Feng immediately pulled out his legs and performed the Jinghong Step.
Unexpectedly, he found that as soon as he performed Jinghong Step, the Gang Qi immediately became stagnant when it reached the blocked points on the meridians.
The Jinghong Step was only half as effective as usual. Chen Feng was not used to it at all. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, hitting three rocks.
Without saying a word, An Lao walked directly behind Chen Feng and slapped his whip directly on his back!
Chen Feng suddenly shivered heavily, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.
This whip indeed acts directly on the soul level.
He felt as if his soul had been torn apart severely. The pain was unspeakable and almost made him faint!
But Chen Feng still gritted his teeth and didn't even let out a muffled groan.
An Lao glanced at him, nodded and said, "It's pretty cool. You were hit three times just now, and now you're whipped three times, and now you have two more whips."
As he said that, he whipped Chen Feng again.
Chen Feng shivered violently again, and An Lao shouted angrily: "What do you want? Do you want to lie on the ground and let me beat you?"
Chen Feng suddenly stood up, holding his head high, gritting his teeth and bones, without even shaking his body, and received the third whip abruptly.
He was still in pain, but he controlled his body.
An Lao nodded and said, "This is the attitude you should have!"
Then, he said: "Continue to take the path just now."
Chen Feng nodded. This time he did not use Jinghong Step rashly, but took two steps first to get used to his current body.
After those meridians were sealed, he found that the Jinghong Step could only be performed at half the usual speed, and the speed was reduced. To take this path, he needed to use more skills.
Chen Feng walked forward cautiously, the speed was still very fast, but it was no longer the straight forward motion as in the past, but there were many more variables.
Halfway through, he hit a rock. An Lao was merciless and slapped him again!
An Lao shouted coldly: "You are not allowed to start from the middle, go back and start again!"
Chen Feng gritted his teeth and showed a fierce look on his face: "I still don't believe it!"
He stepped back and rushed forward again!
In this way, Chen Feng was whipped seven times and failed four times before he finally walked this short road of less than ten meters!
After he walked the road at half the usual speed, he found that he was sweating profusely. He was so tired that he held his knees and breathed heavily.
This was a great test for him both physically and mentally.
And the direct flogging to his soul just now made him feel a little exhausted.
Ziyue watched from the side and said distressedly: "Grandpa An, why don't you let Chen Feng rest first!"
An Lao glared at Chen Feng fiercely and shouted sternly: "The more tired you are, the more effective you are in practicing. Only when you step over the limit can you reach the peak."
"Get up and keep practicing!"
Then, he sprinkled powder again to create a path, which was twice as long as before.
Chen Feng took a deep breath and continued moving forward.
This time, he received six lashes but walked twice as long.
An Lao nodded slowly beside him. Chen Feng had a very high level of understanding, and he quickly understood everything.
How can such a person not learn martial arts quickly?
The third time, An Lao doubled the length again, this time asking Chen Feng to finish it in one breath!
For Chen Feng, this requirement was extremely harsh. He failed eight times in a row and received fifteen lashes.
Chen Feng felt as if his soul was being burned by flames, and the pain was so painful that he lost consciousness.
He was panting heavily, sweating profusely, his face was as pale as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his whole body was in a trance.
