Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu is a magical martial art. Its main characteristics are that it has no form, no traces, and it can imitate other people's unique martial arts, even better than the original version.
In Zhenqi martial arts, moves are only superficial, the real key lies in the mentality that matches the moves.
The so-called mind method is actually the method of moving Qi. Only when the movement of Zhen Qi and the external skills complement each other can Zhen Qi martial arts exert a power that far exceeds ordinary martial arts.
Therefore, in the world of martial arts, generally speaking, if you want to learn a Zhenqi martial arts, you must not only practice external skills, but also learn inner skills. Optical external skills are useless, such as Mei Chaofeng, Jiuyin
The superior martial arts in the scriptures, the Destruction of Divine Claws, were forcibly trained by her into the sinister and vicious Nine Yin White Bone Claws.
On the other hand, with Xiao Wu Xiang Gong, as long as you have this skill and know the external skills of other martial arts, you can easily imitate and perform them, and outsiders will not be able to tell them apart.
In the original work of The Eight Parts of Demi-Gods, Jiumozhi used the small Wuxiang Kung Fu to activate Shaolin's unique skills and frightened a group of Shaolin monks, but he couldn't see the flaw.
From this we can see how powerful and miraculous Xiao Wuxiang Gong is.
If he could obtain the Small Phaseless Kung Fu, Wang Liangyu might have an unprecedented breakthrough in his internal kung fu research.
In a flash of thought, Wang Liangyu came back to his senses, turned to look at the middle-aged man who spoke, and asked, "Do you recognize his Kung Fu?"
The middle-aged man frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Forgive me for being ignorant, but I haven't seen the origin of his kung fu, but his strength is very powerful." As he said that, he turned his hands and opened his clothes, revealing a weapon on his waist.
The palm prints are clearly visible, and the blood-red palm prints are particularly conspicuous on the yellow skin. "This palm hit almost killed me!"
Wang Liangyu stared at the handprints and couldn't see the doorway, so she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Ma Yu and others.
Although Wang Liangyu is the best in the world in martial arts, his knowledge of martial arts is far inferior to that of famous celebrities like Ma Yu.
Before Ma Yu could speak, Qiu Chuji was the first to speak: "Looking at the palm gestures, it vaguely looks like the big handprint of Master Lingzhi." After a pause, he suddenly shook his head, "However, it seems to be a little different."
"What's the difference?" Wang Liangyu asked curiously.
Qiu Chuji twisted his short beard and said slowly: "The big mudra is known for its internal strength, and its palm movements are fierce and fierce. Although this palm is extremely strong, there is no trace of internal force invasion. This palm..." As he said that, Qiu Chuji
After waiting for a long time, he continued, "This palm is more like an external skill. It is done purely with strong and flexible physical strength."
After hearing what Qiu Chuji said, everyone naturally didn't believe it.
If this palm is really made with physical strength, then the power contained in this palm is terrifying. What is even more unbelievable is that the power of this palm is all limited to one palm.
The exquisite control is also quite shocking.
Is this possible for humans to do?
Even the five most famous martial arts masters in the world would not be able to hit this palm!
Others doubted it, but Wang Liangyu believed it because he could do it himself.
There was no way around it. Wang Liangyu's martial arts foundation-building skills exceeded the limit twice. Wang Liangyu seemed to be at the superhuman level. In terms of physical fitness alone, it was dozens of times that of ordinary people.
Moreover, it is all-round, whether it is strength, reaction speed, or control.
As his mind flashed, Wang Liangyu became more interested in this foreign master who suddenly appeared. He turned to look at the middle-aged man and asked, "Is there something serious wrong with your health? Can you take me over to have a look?"
The middle-aged man immediately put down his clothes, nodded in agreement, turned around and ran out in the direction back.
After spending the past few days together, Wang Liangyu's strength has been recognized by everyone. The middle-aged man is not worried about Wang Liangyu's safety. On the contrary, he still feels happy to take revenge.
Wang Liangyu gave Ma Yu a few words and immediately followed him.
The main camp of the army was a little far away. Wang Liangyu followed the middle-aged man and ran for almost an hour before he finally saw the continuous military tents.
"Is that ahead?" Wang Liangyu looked at the camp in the distance and turned around to ask.
The middle-aged man nodded with a gloomy look on his face: "That lama is in this camp and he is very powerful!" After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something, laughed, and added, "Of course, compared with Daxia Wang, it's nothing!"
In the past, everyone called Wang Liangyu a young hero, but now he calls him a great hero. Wang Liangyu impressed these heroes with his strength.
Wang Liangyu said a few words modestly, "Please wait here for a moment. I'll be back as soon as I go!"
After saying that, Wang Liangyu flew into the air and rushed towards the camp.
The middle-aged man looked at Wang Liangyu's figure in the distance with a disappointed look on his face. He really wanted to follow him, but unfortunately he knew that because of his strength and status, following him would only be a burden and would delay Wang Liangyu's work.
On the other side, Wang Liangyu relied on his extraordinary mental perception to avoid the bright and dark sentries along the way, and sneaked into the camp without anyone noticing, heading towards the largest tent in the camp.
Unexpectedly, Wang Liangyu had just arrived at the commander's tent, and when he was still dozens of steps away, a person suddenly jumped out of the commander's tent, and a black hand slammed over him.
Wang Liangyu moved at will, twisting his body in the slightest, and escaping from danger after danger.
"Are you Wang Liangyu?"
Wang Liangyu took advantage of the situation and took a few steps back, stood still, raised his head and looked at the speaker.
As described by the middle-aged man, he was wearing a bright red cassock and a golden pointed monk's hat. He was extremely tall and tall, but he was dressed similarly to the wise master he had seen before.
Wang Liangyu looked the lama up and down and asked, "Who are you?"
"My Dharma name has the same origin, and I am the great protector of the Sakya Sect in Tibet!" The red-clothed lama smiled, then suddenly his face turned cold, and he said sternly, "Having heard of your great name, I will show you my Tantric Dharma today.
It’s awesome!”
While talking, Tong Yuan rushed up again.
Seeing this, Wang Liangyu stepped forward and took action first. With lightning speed, he grabbed Tong Yuan's throat with one claw.
Tong Yuan suddenly froze on the spot, looking at Wang Liangyu in disbelief, with confusion in his eyes: "What happened?"
"Are you still going to fight?" Wang Liangyu straightened up with a smile, looked at Tong Yuan who was being held by the throat of fate, and asked.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Tong Yuan smiled dryly and swallowed, feeling the tingling sensation in his throat. He did not dare to shake his head, so he could only wave his hands repeatedly, with a look of prayer in his eyes.
"I'll ask you a question, do you understand?" Wang Liangyu slowly released the hand that was holding his throat and said calmly.
Tong Yuan nodded, not daring to refute at all.
After the fight that was not a fight just now, Tong Yuan was deeply aware of the huge gap between himself and Wang Liangyu, and knew that he had no power to fight back in front of Wang Liangyu, so he did not dare to escape even if the threat was removed at this moment.
"How did you discover me just now?" Seeing that Tong Yuan was very obedient, Wang Liangyu couldn't help but nodded secretly, and then asked curiously.
Wang Liangyu was very confident in his stealth ability and never thought that Tong Yuan would discover him in advance.
"I practice the mystical secrets of Tantric Buddhism, and I have the power to know the heaven and the earth." Tong Yuan answered vaguely.
Wang Liangyu curled up his lips and felt quite disdainful. The spiritual mysticism should be real. It may be similar to the divine consciousness in the novels about cultivating immortals. It can sense the nearby environment. However, the idea of knowing the heaven and the earth is purely exaggerated. The real situation is probably similar to my own mental perception.
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"This secret method is pretty good!" Wang Liangyu muttered secretly, and then forced Tong Yuan to give up his secret method.
Tong Yuan was naturally unwilling and refused firmly, even threatening Wang Liangyu with life and death to no avail.
"You're quite tough!" Wang Liangyu snorted, holding the lama in one hand, turned around and rushed into the camp.
In the camp, the King of Jin, who was dressed in a luxurious coat, was hiding in the corner and shivering.
"You're so good, you didn't even think about running away!" Wang Liangyu said with a smile as he looked at King Jin.
The prince raised his head tremblingly, glanced at Wang Liangyu, then quickly lowered his head and said slowly: "The martial arts skills of the hero are unparalleled. Even if I run away, I will never escape from your hands." As he said that, he glanced at Wang Liangyu's hand again.
Tongyuan, who was extremely respectful to his superior, showed a trace of regret and indignation in his eyes.
Since Tong Yuan joined the Jin Kingdom, he has been very aggressive and has never taken Wang Liangyu to heart. However, Tong Yuan also showed extraordinary strength and defeated all the other martial arts masters recruited by the Jin Kingdom, attracting the attention of the Jin Kingdom.
He is highly praised by everyone from top to bottom.
This time when he led his troops into battle, the prince knew that he would definitely offend Wang Liangyu, so he invited this eminent monk out of the hands of the Emperor of Jin early.
Unexpectedly, it had only been so long before the Living Buddha Dharma Protector, who had high hopes from the Kingdom of Jin, was defeated at the hands of Wang Liangyu, which really made the prince a little angry and a little helpless.
"I'll leave you a whole body!" Wang Liangyu ignored the prince's compliment, stretched out a finger and touched the prince's forehead.
The prince knew that something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to struggle.
Unfortunately, before the prince could regain his senses, a finger as white as jade was already on his forehead.
Immediately afterwards, the prince's eyes turned black, and then he lost his sight and fell to the ground. A small hole as thick as a thumb appeared on his forehead, and red and white blood flowed all over the floor.
"You..." Tong Yuan was startled and looked at Wang Liangyu in disbelief, "He is the third prince of the Jin Kingdom!"
Wang Liangyu wiped his fingers indifferently, looked at Tong Yuan sideways, and said slowly: "The one I killed was the King of Jin!"
After saying that, Wang Liangyu took Tong Yuan and ran out of the commander's tent.
As soon as he walked out of the commander's tent, Wang Liangyu found that he was surrounded by layers of golden soldiers outside.
Obviously, the previous movement may have alarmed the golden soldiers in the camp.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Wang Liangyu opened his mouth slightly, not using the lion's roar skill, and looked at Jin Bing calmly.
One sentence caused the Jin soldiers to riot.
Since the riot in the capital, Wang Liangyu's reputation has spread all over the world, especially those Jin soldiers. After experiencing the encounters in the past few days, almost all the Jin soldiers were frightened by Wang Liangyu and how could they dare to go against Wang Liangyu.
"quiet!"
With a sharp shout, Hanlie strode out from a group of golden soldiers.
Hanlie first glanced at Tong Yuan next to Wang Liangyu, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, and then looked in the direction of the commander's tent. Unfortunately, it was covered by the big tent and he couldn't see what was going on inside.
"Can you let our prince go?" Han Lie ignored Tong Yuan's eyes and stared at Wang Liangyu, saying slowly.
The plan to encircle Quanzhen has failed. Hanlie cannot let the third prince die here again, otherwise he will not escape death.
Wang Liangyu paused when he heard the sound, looked back at the handsome tent, and then turned to look at Han Lie: "Well, I'm sorry, you're late!"
Hearing this, Hanlie's face suddenly turned pale.
Everyone else, from the generals of the Jin Army to the ordinary soldiers, looked extremely ugly at this moment, and their eyes looking at Wang Liangyu were filled with hatred, replacing the fear and panic they once had.
"kill!"
With a roar, all the golden soldiers rushed towards Wang Liangyu crazily, their faces red and their ears red, and they vowed to cut Wang Liangyu into pieces.
"Oh, what a mistake!" Wang Liangyu muttered, carrying Tong Yuan, and began to fight back.