Seeing that winter is approaching, those boxing styles are finally at hand, but there are still not many signs of climbing to the first floor. Even though Wei Changpan is more mature and steady compared to his peers, he can't help but feel a little worried secretly.
When he became agitated, his movements of his hands and feet immediately changed. Qian Erye, who was sitting next to him on the Taishi chair with a heating pad, kicked him so hard that he turned somersaults. The force was controlled just enough so that he would not suffer too much.
Sensing that Wei Changpan was uneasy, Mr. Qian rarely gave a few words of comfort to his apprentice. He didn't have many advanced martial arts secrets and his qualifications were just like this. Mr. Qian wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't get to the first level in a year or two.
Being poor in literature and being rich in martial arts is not just talk.
Without the assistance of the elixir of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, the climbing speed of the twelve floors of martial arts would naturally be much slower, but how can these good things that people all over the world are flocking to come from? You don't have to exchange them for money.
You need to know that when Mr. Qian was practicing martial arts, Mr. Qian didn't show much good looks on the surface. Secretly, he felt sorry for the only member of the family. He tried his best to collect many precious medicinal materials to help him strengthen his body.
The foundation of the Three Realms is much stronger than that of fellow disciples from poor families.
After all, reincarnation is also a technical job. If you have a good life, you don't have to worry about these external possessions. Just concentrate on studying martial arts. There is no need to spend money on food, clothing, housing and transportation like those wanderers who have no foundation.
worry?
Mr. Qian does have some precious medicinal materials that can promote the progress of martial arts, and he is not reluctant to use them on Wei Changpan. These medicinal materials for strengthening the body are of little use to him now, and he is rich and generous.
Naturally, the benefits for apprentices are indispensable.
The treasures of nature, materials and earth are indeed effective in improving martial arts. However, Wei Changpan is a half-grown martial artist who has just started martial arts. Whether the medicine can withstand it is not worth mentioning. There is no expansion and extension of Yijin, the second level of martial arts.
The tendons and meridians, how much of the medicinal power can be tolerated?
Furthermore, he really didn't want his apprentice to become the son of a wealthy family that could be seen everywhere in the world. He had been raised in medicine jars since he was a child. His superficial level was not low, but his secrets were exposed as soon as he made a move.
In addition, if you want to speed up the speed of breaking the mirror at the bottleneck of martial arts, you must either rely on the hard work day after day to break the bottleneck naturally, or you must have a life-and-death fight and use up all the potential in your bones.
Squeeze it out, and you might be able to break it at the critical moment.
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But in this town, where could a first-level martial artist come from to fight Wei Changpan for his life? In the final analysis, he had to work hard to teach this kid his moves.
With his energy restrained, Mr. Qian tried his best to lower his level to about half his waist on the first floor, and then punched Wei Changpan. If he could parry, he would do it. If he couldn't parry, he couldn't dodge. If he got punched, he would get punched.
It was a stupid way to prompt Wei Changpan to break the mirror.
Wei Changpan, who was well versed in boxing but had never fought against a martial artist, struggled to block Qian Erye's two punches to the chest and lower abdomen. He could no longer dodge the third punch that came straight to the door.
I felt sore and numb, and the blood in my nose immediately opened the gate.
After stuffing two strips of cloth into his nose to stop the bleeding, before Wei Changpan could set up his boxing frame, Mr. Qian punched him again. The soaring cannon in the boxing frame was his best move, but in Mr. Qian's hands it was too powerful
Big difference, this time he couldn't even survive a single move. Wei Changpan was directly defeated by this move, let alone the next, more tricky move.
"Disciple, disciple, it's just these two punches and it's not enough? Why are your arms so limp and like a girl's? Come on, use some energy. If you can't catch my disciple with the next punch, you have to stay on the bed."
I've been lying down for two days." Mr. Qian moved forward and greeted Wei Changpan with great interest. There weren't many opportunities to stretch his muscles like this in the town, and he was thinking about how much his disciple weighed.
With this thought, he added more strength to his attack, which made Wei Changpan, who was in so much pain, unable to withstand even one move.
He finally raised his hand to catch Qian Erye's powerful and heavy whip in the air, and received another slap on his shoulder. This unintentionally added strength directly made Wei Changpan, who was already unstable, fall back seven feet.
After eight steps, he stumbled to the ground and struggled to get up three or four times.
"Idiot" Mr. Qian blew his beard and glared, "How come you only know how to parry, but you don't know if you can suffer less by trying to attack?"
Even though Wei Changpan respects his master, he can't help but secretly curse in his heart, master, you didn't say that I could take action against you.
"Disciple, you either touch the master once today, and then I let you go. If I can't touch you... Hey, hey, then I have to carry you until you pass out." Qian Erye said it easily, and his fists and kicks were sure.
He was merciless and struck Wei Changpan in the middle.
Although he seems to be sparing no effort with his moves, he often pulls back half a move whenever he is close to a critical point. Otherwise, Wei Changpan, who has not even developed a layer of copper skin, would have lost half his life long ago.
Half an hour
After the feeding moves, Wei Changpan's good physical strength, which he had trained every day in the mountains and on the ground, was exhausted. If he continued like this and couldn't use three sticks of incense, he would really have to carry it until he fainted.
During this period, Wei Changpan had not tried punching or even fighting with Mr. Qian. Even his life-saving move, Sky Cannon, was easily resolved by Mr. Qian and then returned with the help of his own strength. In this way, Mr. Qian almost ended the fight early.
Today’s feeding tip.
His moves are not as sophisticated as Mr. Qian's, his strength is not as strong as Mr. Qian's, his body is not as strong as Mr. Qian's, and his experience against the enemy is completely different. How can he win?
Wei Changpan's body was covered in bruises, and his perfectly fair face had been repaired until it was as swollen as a pig's head. He had no physical or mental energy to think about how to deal with it, so he dealt with it completely by feeling and instinct, and he would inevitably suffer a few more blows.
The young man was at the end of his strength and his figure was on the verge of collapse.
It seems that Qian Erye is indifferent, but in fact, he is paying most of his attention to his apprentice's situation. Qian Erye knows what he is doing and is ready to help Wei Changpan at any time. He grunts about how this kid can be so careless, but in fact Qian is quite satisfied with his apprentice's performance today.
Second Master, I thought that if Wei Changpan continued to do this three or five times, he would most likely be able to reach the first level of copper skin.
The young man who had already made random moves saw that Mr. Qian was dumbfounded and decided not to act as the straw that broke the camel's back.
Wei Changpan, who had been punching a tortoise, gave the last blow and used all his strength to attack Mr. Qian like a hungry tiger. However, the latter easily dodged it and waved his arms randomly in mid-air. Wei Changpan actually tore off a piece of his clothes.
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Wei Changpan, who collapsed on the ground, used his last bit of strength to lift the torn off piece of clothing and said in a trembling voice:
"Master, I have bumped into you."
Mr. Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He rushed forward to check the young man's breathing and pulse. When he saw that there was no serious problem, he took a breath and accidentally pinched Wei Changpan's arm. He wondered when this boy became so strong. Then he thought about it.
, the expression on his face becomes wonderful.
Wei Changpan's flesh...has already reached the first level of martial arts.
The young man climbed up to the twelfth floor of the towering martial arts road for the first time after being recruited.