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Late at night, the full moon hangs high in the sky, the bright white moonlight shines all over the earth, and the flowing frost looks like snow.
The small lake is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the full moon, as if it contains another world, and the lake is covered with white moonlight.
Chen Zong was lying by the small lake, with his hands behind his head, bathing in the moonlight, just staring at the moon in a daze, his mind confused.
After giving so much and receiving so little, I am always a little unwilling.
But practicing martial arts and practicing hard are not enough. You also need external support. Otherwise, you will only hollow yourself out and eventually wear yourself out. Like Chen Zhigang, who can eat the flesh and blood of beasts in every meal to strengthen his body, he can also take more
Energy pills assist in cultivation. It is said that the children of the big families in Fengwucheng can take an energy pill every once in a while.
If his father's cultivation was still there, it would be easy for Chen Zong to eat the flesh and blood of ferocious beasts every day. It would not be difficult to take an energy pill every once in a while. But there are no ifs. Facts are facts. One energy pill is given out every three months.
It was the time that Chen Zong was most looking forward to, but it was ruined today.
Sometimes thinking about it, Chen Zong feels confused.
Insufficiency of Qi and blood is a congenital condition. Unless there is a suitable medicine to improve it, it will always exist, seriously hindering him and making Chen Zong's dreams and goals elusive.
But the precious medicine is so rare that even my father, who once had the seventh level of Qi and Blood realm, cannot get it.
As he was thinking about it, Chen Zong suddenly felt that the moon setting tonight seemed to be particularly bright.
"No...it seems like something is falling." He tried his best to open his eyes to see clearly, but saw a ray of light brighter than the moon falling quickly: "It seems to be coming towards me..."
"No!" At the moment when the sword-like light struck down, Chen Zong finally reacted, and when he was about to dodge, the sword-like light seemed to know his intention, its speed increased a hundred times, and shot into Chen Zong like a cut through time and space.
Ajna.
It felt as if his head had been penetrated, and the severe pain swept through his body like a flash flood, causing Chen Zong to fall into coma.
…
"Where is this?" Chen Zong looked around blankly, surrounded by darkness and void. When he lowered his head, he couldn't see his own body, but he could still feel his existence, which was very strange.
Silks of silver light filled the air from a distance, attracting Chen Zong to fly away. After flying for an unknown amount of time, Chen Zong saw the light source. A ball of silver light was still in the center of the dark void. The closer he got, the more shocked Chen Zong was.
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The silver light seems to be made up of countless silver dragons criss-crossing each other. Each silver dragon seems to come from nothingness, connecting heaven and earth through time and space, and contains endless mysteries.
In the center of the light woven by countless silver dragons, there is a fragment suspended quietly, shaped like the tip of a sword, completely silvery white, emitting ancient and profound fluctuations.
Continuously approaching, Chen Zong's consciousness finally drifted into the brilliance woven by the silver blue dragon. The moment it came into contact with the tip of the sword, it seemed as if something exploded and impacted in all directions, causing Chen Zong to completely lose consciousness.
Suddenly, the light between the eyebrows flickered uncertainly, and the charm was astonishing in the world, better than the light of the bright moon.
Layers of light spread like water waves, permeating every part of Chen Zong's body, as if something was being squeezed out of Chen Zong's body.
After the moon passed the middle of the day, it gradually set in the west. The light on Chen Zong returned to the center of his eyebrows, and the light was restrained. His fingers moved unconsciously, and his eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes. He was confused at first, and then sharp, and the stench penetrated his nostrils, as if he was dead.
The rat, which had been rotting for several days, made Chen Zong retching.
"How could this happen?" Chen Zong exclaimed. There was a layer of sticky mud on his hands and body. His eyesight was better than before. Under the bright moonlight, he could still clearly distinguish black and red, which was the source of the stench.
He quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the lake and scrubbed vigorously. After scrubbing for more than ten times, the black and red sludge on his body was washed away. Chen Zong was surprised to find that his skin became white and rosy, like a baby. In the past, due to
The paleness and dryness caused by congenital lack of blood and the various scars left by excessive martial arts training no longer exist.
His whole body was light, as if he could fly with just one jump, his heart was strong, his blood was strong, and his whole body was full of power. This feeling was unprecedented, and Chen Zong couldn't stop laughing, making waves.
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After not sleeping all night, Chen Zong was in high spirits.
"It's great. Not only has the root cause of the congenital lack of blood energy been eliminated, but there is no longer any weakness, the blood energy is full, and the cultivation level has also broken through to the second level of the energy and blood realm." By the small lake, excitement filled Chen Zong's face.
"It is said that some ancient precious medicines have the power to cut down the pulse and cleanse the marrow. Is this what I am like?"
"Strength is stronger, speed is faster, reaction is quicker, and the brain is more flexible. It's like a completely different person."
As he spoke, Chen Zong assumed the tiger posture, his heart beat, his blood surged, and more powerful power flowed through his limbs and bones, the space between his eyebrows, the sword tip trembled, and the silver dragon flew, making Chen Zong forget everything and focus on boxing.
Punch!
Tiger rush style!
With one punch, the air seemed to be punched through, and the wind blew up.
Tiger turn!
Tiger leap!
Tiger style!
With the last punch, the wind roared.
"Hahahaha, the power of the second level of Qi and Blood Realm is indeed far better than the first level." Chen Zong stood up with his fists closed and laughed endlessly.
The first realm of martial arts training is called the Qi and Blood realm, which is divided into nine levels.
The first to third levels of the Qi and Blood Realm only focus on strengthening the body and strengthening the blood, which is the foundation, hence the name martial artist.
At the first level of Qi and Blood Realm, one arm can have fifty to one hundred kilograms of strength.
At the second level of Qi and Blood Realm, one arm can have a strength of 200 to 300 kilograms.
At the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, one arm can have a strength of 400 to 500 kilograms.
This is the standard. Some people who are born with strong strength will exceed the standard. For example, Chen Zhigang, who is at the peak of the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, has a strength of 600 kilograms in one arm.
In the past, Chen Zong's one-arm strength was less than 100 kilograms, but now it is more than 200 kilograms and less than 300 kilograms. It is a huge improvement. The breakthrough in cultivation not only increases the strength, but also increases the speed, and the power of boxing skills surges.
"Practice again!" With a low voice, Chen Zong assumed the tiger posture again.
In the past, he was born with insufficient blood energy, so he always felt weak and would become very tired after practicing three or four times in a row. Now, he still has energy left after practicing five times.
Over and over again, it was very smooth and clear. My understanding of Huli Boxing improved linearly. I mastered the subtleties that I had ignored in the past. By the tenth time, my body jumped up like a tiger, and then I punched down like a tiger.
It was violent and hurtful, and a punch was thrown out. The sound of strong breaking wind filled the air, as if a tiger was roaring in the distance.
"Tiger roars, the Tiger Power Boxing technique has initially reached the Great Perfection." Chen Zong was surprised. Yesterday, he was still worrying about when he would be able to practice the Tiger Power Boxing technique to the Great Perfection. After one day, he reached the Great Perfection. This was too fast.
"It must be related to what happened last night." Chen Zong thought secretly, feeling very excited. He took a deep breath to calm down, struck while the iron was hot, and continued to practice in order to strive for further improvement.
After another ten times, Chen Zong punched, and each punch brought out a strong roar of wind, like a tiger roaring in front of him, the sound was astonishing.
"Peak of Dacheng!" Chen Zong gasped. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still horrified. The blood surged in his body and grew stronger, like the water of a long river, which quickly eliminated his fatigue.
"After practicing Tiger Power Boxing to Dacheng, the exercise area reaches 50%, which is better than Xiaofeng, and the training effect is more obvious." Chen Zong was overjoyed, and then frowned: "The martial arts battle in the Li clan only lasts for twenty-nine days, even if the tiger
After reaching perfection in the power boxing technique, I cannot raise my cultivation level to the third level of the Qi and Blood Realm, and it will be difficult for me to reach the top three in martial arts."
The martial arts battle will be held once a year. The top three can go to the Chen family clan hall in Fengwu City to practice, learn more advanced martial arts, and enjoy more resources. Every clan disciple is very eager to do so and regards it as a leap of faith.
Longmen's opportunity, but only family members under the age of fifteen can participate. Chen Zong will be fifteen in three months, and this is his only chance.
Entering the clan hall to practice, becoming a warrior, becoming stronger, and then finding the precious medicine for his father to cure his illness and restore his cultivation. This has been his long-cherished wish and the goal he strives for.
"If we can get better foundation-building martial arts than Tiger Force Boxing, we can practice faster." He muttered to himself. Chen Zong also knew that it was an illusion. Who knew that the sword tip in the space between the eyebrows seemed to be listening?
As if he understood what he was saying, with a slight tremble, a silver blue dragon flew out and rushed into Chen Zong's mind.
As if struck by lightning, Chen Zong trembled all over, as if he had turned into a statue and remained motionless.
Half an hour later, Chen Zong rolled his eyes and woke up, with an unstoppable smile on his face. He didn't know if he had suffered too much in the past, but God was wise and he would make up for it now.
Within that half hour, Chen Zong obtained a foundation-building martial art, a foundation-building martial art that was far superior to the Tiger Force Boxing - the Eight Forms of the True Sword.
"The Eight Forms of the True Sword emphasize the unity of the sword, body and steps. You can exercise 60% of the body at the beginning, 70% for the minor, 80% for the great, and 100% for the perfect." Chen Zong murmured almost like a dream, making Chen Zong feel a little agitated.
Trance.
Just now, he was worried that the training speed of Huli Fist was too slow, but he didn't expect that he would be sent a foundation-building martial art that was far superior to Huli Fist, and it was also a rare weapon foundation-building martial arts.
"Is it true that everything is answered?" Chen Zong wondered: "Give me two energy pills."
There was no movement. Could it be that he had asked for too much, otherwise he would have changed it to just one pill. However, there was still no movement, so Chen Zong had to give up and shift his attention to the Eight Forms of the True Sword.
To practice the Eight Styles of the True Sword, you must first have a sword.
"When a family member reaches the first level of Qi and Blood Realm, he can go to the weapon room to receive a weapon for free. This opportunity is just in time." Chen Zong secretly thought, walked toward the family weapon room, and continued to think about the truth along the way.
Eight postures of sword.
The Eight True Sword Styles are eight sword styles in total, in ascending order, they are the Folding Sword Style, the Drawing Sword Style, the Rushing Sword Style, the Ring Sword Style, the Cutting Sword Style, the Chaotic Sword Style, the Swift Sword Style, and the Explosive Sword Style.
The body technique includes five postures: standing, lying down, springing, twisting and rotating.
The footwork includes six steps: punch, slide, point, move, jump and turn.
The eight postures can be performed continuously or individually. Each posture must be matched with the corresponding body and footwork in order to maximize its power.
How to practice, every movement and change is clearly presented in your mind, like a brand.
"Just to get started, you need to combine the sword, body, and steps into one, which is very difficult."
"But once you get started, it has considerable power, perhaps enough to beat Xiao Cheng's Tiger Power Fist."
For a time, Chen Zong was full of fighting spirit.