Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

Thinking about it carefully is also true, after all, the mind is a secret that cannot be passed on, and it is impossible for the other party to practice when there are outsiders.

As for exchanging clichés with him, don't even think about it. Although the monk has no hair, it doesn't mean he is a fool.

It seems that the only option is to re-enact when fighting with the opponent?

After the monk finished his practice, he was ready to leave.

In the empty gym, there were only two people, and even the sound of footsteps became clearly audible.

When passing by Lin Qing, he stopped and smiled at Lin Qing:

"Master Lin, you were astounded when you showed your skills at the front desk yesterday. I am looking forward to competing with you in this conference and learning from the Taoist swastika hands."

Hearing this, Lin Qing, who was practicing, stopped, his eyes narrowed.

Unexpectedly, the other party was also there that day, and even saw the swastika technique he used from the flash.

This bald donkey is not easy.

Chapter 144 Preparing for Synthesis, Veteran History!

It's not that Lin Qing doesn't want to hide his clumsiness. As I said before, the swastika hand is actually a special hand shape. If you can't see it, even if you tell him, he won't believe it. If you can see it, it's useless to hide it.

The opponent can judge the hand shape in just one second, and he has definitely fought against the swastika hand.

Seemingly seeing Lin Qing's doubts, the monk smiled and patiently explained the reason:

"Seven years ago, a fairy elder came to our temple to stay temporarily, and beat all the monks in the whole temple."

It is not far from the list of Taoist temples, and Buddhist prostitutes will also test the skills of meditation or martial arts.

Could it be that the fairy elder that the other party is talking about is the old Taoist in Qingyun Temple?

"The Immortal Chief seems to have the intention to pass on the swastika to me, but his heart is dull. Instead of exchanging hands twice, he didn't understand why."

"The fairy elder told me whether the swastika hand can be practiced, and it only needs to be practiced twice to realize it. Without that talent, even if it is hand in hand, it can't be taught."

When the monk said this, he made a swastika hand: "However, the poor monk's memory is not bad. Although he only sparred twice, he memorized the shape."

So it's not surprising that he can recognize Lin Qinghui's swastika hand.

Speaking of this, he looked a bit regretful: "At that time, the poor monk hadn't contacted the mind, and the two fights were completely defeated; after comprehending the Zen inheritance, the immortal elder left as if disappeared. gone."

"It has always been a regret in the poor monk's heart that he failed to show his full strength to compete with the swastika hand."

Hearing this, Lin Qing could already be sure that the old Taoist in the mouth of the bald donkey was the one who taught him the swastika.

Although it is not clear what the intention of the old man is, one thing is certain, that is, the cultivation of this swastika hand is so difficult that it can be called terrifying.

Lin Qing smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Okay, you can call me anytime you want."

Immediately afterwards, he changed the topic: "But you are not afraid that this will be learned by me in the same way?"

The monk laughed dumbfounded, and waved his hand: "That proves that Master Lin has the predestined relationship with Buddha, but unlike the swastika hand, the mind is more about Zen. You haven't read Buddhist scriptures for a few years, how do you learn?"

"Every year, there are countless martial arts masters who have listened to their hearts and want to learn boxing, but almost all of them have not survived the years, and they left because they couldn't bear it."

"However, if Master Lin can learn the swastika hand, he really can't compare with those mediocre ones."

Having said that, he paused, squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Qing: "If you can beat me, I will pass it to you personally."

This bald donkey is crazy...

"That's unnecessary, I'm afraid you will be photographed on the beach after you teach me."

Lin Qing smiled slightly and said kindly.

As the saying goes, the back wave pushes the front wave, and the front wave dies on the beach.

The monk smiled even more, clasped his palms together: "The poor monk Xisong, wait and see."

Looking at Xi Song's leaving figure, Lin Qing could only feel the blood surging all over his body, wishing to punch two sets immediately.

This is the intensity.

What human beings fear most is not being strong, but the unknown.

In the circle of Chuanwu, there are two kinds of people who should not be messed with, Taoist priests and monks.

Not because they are all great, but because they are unknown.

Shaolin has 72 unique skills, and Wudang has 36 skills.

The iron sand palm and the lion's roar that everyone is familiar with are all derived from martial arts novels passed down from generation to generation.

However, until now, there are only 72 of the 46 stunts announced by Shaolin.

Wudang Gong is only known by its name, and there are only a dozen sets.

The rest that the world doesn't know are all secrets of the sect. If you want to practice, you must go through strict assessment and time training.

Therefore, if you fight against disciples such as Xingyiquan, Hongquan, and Tanglangquan, you can instantly know the shortcomings and vitals of their boxing techniques, and find the rhythm of attack.

But if you change to a veteran Taoist or a monk, you don't know their boxing methods and skills at all.

It's useless to think so much now, if it's a mule or a horse, you'll know when you pull it out for a while.

Lin Qing shook his head, calmed down, and was about to start practicing chopping and hanging palms.

Today, if Pi Gua Zhang reaches level five, it will be able to combine with Bajiquan.

"Baji plus split hanging, even ghosts and gods are afraid, how can you be afraid of you little novice?"

Lin Qing sank into his dantian, first used the equipment to fully activate the joints of his body, and then began to practice boxing!

In the circle of Chuanwu, if we talk about the palm, it doesn't just refer to the palm.

It is the combination of the arms, elbows, wrists, palms and fingers.

The highest state of split palm is not to be able to bounce the joints loudly when hitting, but to make the whole body the palm.

When you reach this level, you can clap your hands like a whip or a slingshot.

After punching twice, Lin Qing gradually became better, and simply tied the weight-bearing sandbag on the bracket to his body to increase the difficulty.

Under the blessing of the heavy sandbag, Lin Qing's speed did not decrease, and he even became more and more crazy.

He stopped slowly until his whole body was completely drenched with sweat.

Lin Qing glanced around, and there were not many people in the gym at this time.

"Try a sandbag."

In fact, when Lin Qing came here yesterday, he wanted to use sandbags to practice chopping and hanging palms.

It's just that there were too many people yesterday, so the sandbag has been occupied all the time.

Without thinking too much, Lin Qing pushed the heaviest sandbag over.

Then he inhaled slowly, sinking his breath into his dantian, relaxed the joints of his upper limbs to the extreme, and slammed his palm, like a white practice hanging upside down, facing down head-on.

Snapped!

There was a loud noise, and the cleaning aunt trembled in fright, and she looked over quickly, still in shock.

The fifty-kilogram sandbag flew upside down like a swing, and it swung around several times before stopping.

In this attack, Lin Qing didn't use dark energy and transformation energy, but used the unique force method of Splitting Palm, and reserved a little bit of force.

Even so, the sandbag also seeped into a palm hole with a full two centimeters in length.

Many people think that fists are heavier than palms, but this is not the case.

In the martial arts circle, there is a saying that one should receive ten punches, but not one palm.

Most people think that the power of the palm is weak, but in fact they don't know how to use it.

The martial artist divides the palm into three parts, namely the small star, the edge of the palm, and the big star.

Those who are really skilled, if they hit the opponent's vitals with the little star, they will vomit blood at least, and die suddenly at worst.

The position of this little sky star is the hard bone at the bottom of the palm.

Because of the bone, practitioners seldom practice with sandbags.

Lin Qing dared to be so stubborn purely because of his basaltic skills and abnormal physique.

Holding on to the sandbag, Lin Qing continued to strike.

This time he chose to slap at a high speed in short succession, like a violent storm, one after another, the weight getting heavier and heavier.

The more he fought, the more excited he was. At the same time as the slapping, Lin Qing simply increased his pace, attacking the sandbags indiscriminately from 360 degrees.

Swallowing and stretching, long and long strikes, the bead curtain is used, the hands are like nine-section whips, and the lower body is like a power valve, constantly supplying strength to the whole body.

It wasn't until his palms turned red that Lin Qing breathed out a foul breath and stopped.

The surface of the sandbag has been deformed, covered with densely dented palm prints, and its internal structure has been completely damaged.

In fact, breaking sandbags is already very simple for Lin Qing, no matter how good the quality is, it is just a punch.

What's really scary is that it can smash the stuffing inside without damaging its appearance.

Being able to reach this level proves that Lin Qing's control over power is already extremely good.

After this morning's morning exercise, Lin Qing also mastered all the changes brought about by the fourth-level chopping palm.

"It can finally be synthesized!"

Feeling hot in his heart, he took a deep breath and opened the attribute panel expectantly.

Chapter 145: The White-Browed Pie Comes To You!

Lifespan: 183

Qi: 303

Strength: 3.38∧∧

Spirit: 3.90△△

Speed: 3.28∧

Physique: 4.18∧

Free attribute points: 1.46

Skill: Zhaobao Taijiquan lv5 (171/5000)

Pao Hammer LV4 (274/1000)

Bajiquan LV5 (17/5000)

Youshen Baguazhang LV4 (2/1000)

Daomen swastika hand LV5 (4/5000)

Taiyi Jinhua Purpose LV3 (9/500)

Split palm LV4 (210/1000)

Except for spirit, all attributes have skyrocketed!

At the same time, his physique has broken through to the "4" mark!

Feeling the changes in his body, Lin Qing searched and found a utility knife in the gym.

Then, without blinking, he stretched out his arm, stabbed at it violently, and swiped hard.

Seeing this scene, the lady sweeping who was peeping from a distance was so frightened that her legs gave way, her face turned pale, and she almost sat down on the ground.

However, there was only a faint white mark on Lin Qing's skin, without even bleeding.

"Is this the qualitative change brought about by a constitution exceeding 4?"

Lin Qing murmured in a low voice, ecstatic in his heart.

Now the flexibility of his skin has reached a terrifying level, and it should not be much different from the Kevlar synthetic fiber commonly used in body armor.

"If you have the skill of forging skin, bulletproof should not be a problem."

Lin Qing originally wanted to test the vitals of his body again, but on second thought he decided to forget it.

He doesn't have any tendency to be masochistic, even if he controls it at a normal level, there won't be any problems.