Martial arts can be divided into internal and external exercises, and external skills can be divided into hard skills and technical skills.
Hard Kung Fu is an external Kung Fu that breaks the body like Iron Crotch Kung Fu, while skills include fists, palms, fingers, legs, swords, guns, swords and halberds.
Further subdivided, there are external martial arts and internal qi martial arts.
The former is mainly external. Although it can be blessed by internal energy, the core is still external power.
The latter is a martial arts that is mainly based on internal energy and needs to be stimulated to exert its maximum power.
hum~
He stretched out his hand to hold the red-lit ghost-headed sword. Yang Yu's heart was shaken, and a new progress bar appeared on the cauldron wall:
【Decapitating Knife: Not yet started (0/100)】
“Old man Wei really has the means to keep the bottom of the box under control…”
Feeling the memories welling up in his mind, Yang Yu felt happy and started refining.
Boom!
There was a loud sound in my heart, like a yellow bell.
At this moment, Yang Yu's eyes blurred, and he immediately felt that he was on a battlefield, where prisoners on death row were either yelling or crying.
Only one man stood up and did not fall down, laughing loudly.
Many people in the audience were watching.
“Execution!”
Before Yang Yu could take a closer look, he heard a loud shout coming from the east end.
Immediately, his body moved involuntarily, stepping forward, lifting the knife, and then, he looked into the stunned eyes of the death row prisoner.
Behead with one sword!
Huh~
The light and shadow dissipated, and Yang Yu's eyes became brighter and brighter.
The true meaning of refining is learning from scratch, but it is more than just learning. At that moment, he really seemed to have become an executioner with a knife.
With one slash of his sword, the movement of the internal energy in his body was clearly visible in his mind, making it difficult for him to forget.
“Come again!”
After a short pause, Yang Yu started refining again.
Buzz!
The scene reappears, still killing with all one's strength, full of internal energy, and cutting off the head with one knife.
This sword technique seems to be the only one.
But Yang Yu felt more and more happy.
Inner Qi Kung Fu is extremely difficult to practice, not only because of the limitation of talent, but also because every time you use the Inner Qi Kung Fu, your own inner Qi will be consumed.
A warrior who undergoes a blood exchange is often short of breath. Even if he exerts all his strength, his inner energy will be drained by several swords, and he has to rest for half a day before he can practice again.
But in this cauldron of gluttony, he can activate his inner energy again and again to unleash this "decapitation" sword technique!
What a huge advantage this is?
Yang Yu was immersed in meditation, stepping onto the execution ground again and again, beheading people with his sword again and again. Gradually, the progress bar of several martial arts on the cauldron wall appeared.
They all began to beat slowly.
The slashing and slashing technique of the Nei Qi Sword Technique itself drives the practice of the Inner Chi, including the practice of footwork.
…
When the moonlit night fell, Heishan City began to sink from the bustle of the day.
Yang Baotian, who was tossing and turning, turned over and sat up, calling his son outside the house: "The people from the Yamen are gone?"
“If we can’t even catch a few bandits, then Wang Fobao is afraid that his injuries will never recover.”
Yang Qi, a tall man, closed the door, not without ridicule.
"Thirty thieves in Montenegro, thirty blood exchanges, three hundred fierce bandits, how can they be easy to get along with?"
Yang Baotian rubbed his crutches with a chill in his old eyes:
“That little kid seems to know something. He was quite cold and wary towards me today.”
“Can’t?”
Yang Qi frowned: "Even if Wang Liu was killed by him, the two of them don't know that we were the instigator behind this."
Yang Baotian’s face was gloomy, and he didn’t know what went wrong.
“If this kid doesn’t know how to praise, we might as well...”
Yang Qi tentatively gestured to his neck.
"That's too late."
Yang Baotian sighed: "This kid has become a traitor. Not only did he change his blood, but he also has Wei He's backing. Killing him is too risky.
When that old guy was young, he was a famous ruthless character in Black Mountain City..."
Killing people is always just a last resort.
The basis of a clan is no greater than that of an individual. Just being brave and fighting will not suffice.
But more importantly, he knew that the boy killed two blood-transformed bandits in the execution ground.
It would be very difficult to kill this kid without being discovered.
“It won’t work this way, and that won’t work either.”
Yang Qi suddenly became a little irritable and complained: "If you ask me, we shouldn't join this bullshit pity cult!"
"shut up!"
Yang Baotian’s complexion changed drastically, he hit his son on the head with a cane, and whispered: “Don’t you want to live anymore?!”
Yang Qi staggered after being beaten and did not dare to say anything, but his face was still full of indignation.
Yang Baotian then sighed: "You don't understand."
It’s not just Yang Qi. He himself has regrets in his heart, but what’s the use of regrets.
“I only regret that those three-foot-tall Liu only know how to exploit, and sit back and watch the Liansheng religion grow bigger, leaving us with no way to go.”
Yang Qi said bitterly.
"alright!"
Yang Baotian was pacing back and forth in the room, feeling agitated.
In the past few months, he and those other companies almost had a fight, but as the deadline was approaching, he was not the only one who was desperate.
After a few months, I have suffered considerable losses, but I still haven’t been able to get those few places.
Wang Fobao has noticed that the jailers are dying one after another, and it is impossible for them to kill the jailers again...
“It’s a pity that the Lian Sheng Cult is very guarded against us. At this time, we don’t even know what is in that prison.”
Recalling the various methods of Lianshengjiao, Yang Qi could not help but shudder, his face full of worry:
“There is not much time until the deputy helmsman returns. What should we do?”
“These words are not allowed to be spoken in the future.”
Yang Baotian glanced at his son coldly and said in a deep voice: "In a few days, we will send someone to invite him to a banquet at our manor outside the city. Let's see if the boy agrees."
“What if he doesn’t agree?”
Being lectured one after another, Yang Qi also looked very unhappy.
“If you don’t agree...”
Yang Baotian paused and said:
“Is the talisman we bought from Liansheng Cult last time still there?”
“That talisman?”
Yang Qi suddenly became excited.
“If one family doesn’t help the other, I can only do this.”
Yang Baotian is not without regrets.
Having a blood-replacement warrior in your family is much better than having a child, but it's a pity...
Yang Qi thought for a while, but still shook his head:
"That kid is so on guard. Isn't it possible to ask him to go outside the city?"
“It’s just doing what he likes.”
Yang Baotian smiled faintly:
“That boy is obsessed with antiques, and we don’t lack this in our family.”
…
Yang Yu naturally did not waste any of his rare three-day vacation.
Perhaps it was because he already had a foundation in swordsmanship. In just three days, Yang Yu advanced his swordsmanship 'decapitation' to the second level.
At the same time, it also led Laomu Xiangerfu Qilu to enter the second level, and the progress of the other martial arts also increased slightly.
The weather is bright and bright, and smoke is already rising from all over Heishan City.
“Hoo!”
Stepping out of the wooden barrel of the medicinal bath naked and wiping his body casually, Yang Yu was still experiencing his own changes.
The progress of the Qi-Following Method was immediate. The internal Qi lingering and moving under the lower abdomen was much stronger than before, both in quality and quantity.
“When I’m full of internal energy, I can use ‘decapitation’ twelve times, but it’s still too few and can only be used as a trump card…”
“Old Li is a storyteller, so his words are inevitably exaggerated. But with the advancement of blood, maybe there are really people in this world who can reach the state of ‘a breath of energy that lasts forever’?”
Thinking in his mind, Yang Yu was wearing clothes and the three-day holiday was over, so he had to go to work.
This time, he planned to inspect the entire prison inside and out.
He didn’t believe that these bandits paid such a high price just to die. There must be something he didn’t know about.
Opening the wooden door, Yang Yu was about to go to work, when suddenly he frowned.
At the entrance of the alley, a boy dressed as a servant was holding a gift box and shivering in the morning breeze.
"This is?"
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows.
On the chest, the Cauldron of Gluttony heard a strange movement.