Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

In Feng Ling'er's eyes, both Duan Yun and Shen Ying of Jade Pearl Manor possessed a baffling self-confidence.

Especially Duan Yun, who would practice these obscure and dubious martial arts as soon as he got his hands on them, as if he could really succeed.

According to Shen Ying, his astonishing skills were all learned in this way.

Hearing this, Feng Ling'er was dumbfounded.

Especially when Duan Yun, feeling hot from practicing his fist techniques, directly took off his top, revealing his well-defined upper body.

For a moment, she stared with wide eyes.

"Won't he go crazy practicing like that?" Feng Ling'er asked, watching Duan Yun practice martial arts shirtless.

She knew that some low-level Jianghu people, without a master to teach them, could only fumble around with fake martial arts manuals. However, these people either suffered from meridian disorders and died violently, or became madmen due to Qi deviation, or even worse, were reduced to someone else's elixir, eaten by martial artists who cultivated them.

There was always a saying in the Jianghu, "Practicing martial arts inevitably leads to madness," which usually referred to this situation.

It was extremely difficult for low-level Jianghu people without backing to advance.

This was also the reason why gangs and sects were everywhere in the Jianghu. Anyone with a martial art that didn't drive people crazy and had decent power could attract followers.

Even in her Red Frost Sword Palace, many people would spend all their wealth and even fight their competitors to the death for an entry spot every year.

Of course, occasionally someone could comprehend divine skills from a pile of fake or incomprehensible manuals, but those were people with heaven-defying luck. However, from what she knew, Duan Yun had only started practicing martial arts for less than a year, how many times had he defied heaven?

Therefore, she remained skeptical of this claim.

After all, her mother once said that the more handsome a man was, the more likely he was to deceive people. This Old Devil Duan was so good-looking and had such firm pectoral muscles, he was probably just deceiving Shen Ying.

She wouldn't be fooled so easily!

Shen Ying ate walnuts while watching, and said, "Then do you think he's crazy?"

Feng Ling'er continued to look at Duan Yun's body and replied, "He seems not crazy, but also seems crazy."

Yes, from her perspective, Duan Yun was normal most of the time. As Shen Ying described, he even had a naive side that came from not being in the Jianghu for long, but this might be related to his love of playing the role of a young hero.

After all, which normal person would like to bring people to the cellar for treatment, not just once, but twice, and make people shiver every time?

Feng Ling'er thought Duan Yun was too confident, blindly confident, but if Duan Yun knew her thoughts, he would definitely argue.

Although he was confident, he was very clever and confident, never blindly so.

Just like the fist manual on this jade slip, he had studied it from day to night before he started trying to practice it.

He had to admit that the difficulty of understanding this fist manual was second only to the tadpole writing cut from that Thunder Madman.

Duan Yun always felt like it was translated from some special text, making it seem a little stilted.

As before, he was very measured, skipping unfamiliar words and phrases and trying to understand them later.

Having practiced so many martial arts, Duan Yun was already familiar with this.

Whatever he didn't understand for the time being, his one-in-a-million cultivation genius would definitely be able to understand.

Fill in the blanks, connect the context, he learned this in elementary school.

At this time, he had already completed the fill-in-the-blanks and began to try punching.

Duan Yun had already discovered that this fist technique had a total of fifteen stances.

Although he was a beginner in fist techniques, with the circulation of true Qi in his body, the first punch already had quite a momentum.

Duan Yun was quite satisfied with his progress, but the great fist master Shen Ying frowned slightly.

In her eyes, Duan Yun's fist stance was fierce but lacked internal strength, and his Qi was impetuous and not condensed. It could be said that he hadn't even entered the threshold of fist techniques.

The reason he could have such momentum was entirely because his own true Qi was strong enough.

It could be seen that she had overestimated him. After all, one person could be excellent in both swordsmanship and finger techniques, but ultimately, every profession was like a mountain. To also want to have extraordinary talent in fist techniques would be too unreasonable.

All in all, it was Duan Yun's previous performance that was too outrageous, which led to many thoughts about him.

But as a one-in-a-million fist technique genius, she knew that compared to swordsmanship, fist techniques were a completely different field. Those swordsmanship and finger techniques would not only not be helpful, but would be obstacles.

Because a person's habits often affect their acceptance of new things.

Although Feng Ling'er had never practiced fist techniques, she was from a famous family and had some insight.

She also felt that Duan Yun's fist techniques were still a while away from entering the door, which showed that even to practice fist techniques to the point of madness, there was a certain threshold.

As time went on, the two women lost interest in his fist technique progress and focused only on his body.

Duan Yun also felt that something was wrong.

He had clearly understood everything, but this fist technique was neither invincible nor had any obvious progress, which was not in line with his expectations.

Although Duan Yun thought so, his fists did not stop. He was still practicing the fist techniques according to his understanding.

Suddenly, his amazing wisdom flashed, and he had a flash of inspiration.

The next moment, he practiced the fist stances faster.

In fact, he was not familiar with these fifteen stances of fist techniques, but in order to speed up, he didn't care whether he practiced accurately or not, as long as the meaning was enough!

So in the eyes of Feng Ling'er and Shen Ying, Duan Yun, who suddenly accelerated and only cared about quantity and not quality, was like someone who had not succeeded in practicing martial arts for half a day and suddenly gave up and vented his emotions.

It was common for martial arts to make people emotionally unstable, especially with these obscure martial arts.

At the same time, a major change in emotions was also a sign of madness.

Shen Ying was just about to remind him to slow down when suddenly, the situation reversed.

The air around Duan Yun suddenly solidified, forming ripples like ripples.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Yun retracted his fists and suddenly accumulated strength and released it!

It was as if an invisible fuse connected and ignited these ripple-like ripples.

With a bang, a surging sonic boom suddenly sounded, and several ripples exploded at the same time, bringing a whistling fist shadow that slammed into the courtyard wall.

The wall trembled, leaving a penetrating fist mark on it!

Shen Ying and Feng Ling'er were startled.

Especially the fist master Shen Ying, her beautiful eyes widened, she didn't even have time to look at Duan Yun's pectoral muscles, and the expression on her face was even more surprised than Feng Ling'er.

Because she understood fist techniques better!

Fist techniques emphasized fist strength and fist intent, and Duan Yun's fist actually had some fist intent.

You know, fist intent was something that only appeared when fist techniques reached perfection.

From strength to intent, this was the most basic law of fist techniques.

But Duan Yun seemed to have broken this law.

Duan Yun had clearly not yet entered the door, but this fist had fist intent.

It was as if he suddenly skipped the stages of entry, proficiency, and mastery, and his fist techniques suddenly reached perfection, giving birth to fist intent.

It was like a baby who couldn't even crawl when he was born, but suddenly learned to run upside down.

This completely did not conform to the common sense of fist techniques!

"I understand! As long as you practice fast enough, the fifteen stances of fist techniques can be merged into several stances, or even one stance!" Duan Yun said with a flash of amazing wisdom.

He had just discovered when he was constantly practicing fist techniques that as long as each stance of strange fist techniques was practiced fast enough, and the true Qi was running fast enough, even the true Qi of two stances of strange fist techniques running together would turn the previous fist stance into an accumulation stance, and then explode in the subsequent stance.

This was indeed a man's fist technique, to accumulate strength and release it fiercely!

Merge the fifteen stances of fist techniques together?

Shen Ying and Feng Ling'er's eyes widened.

Not to mention them, even the monkey and chicken zodiac signs in the courtyard underground pricked up their ears, wishing they could take notes.

This Old Devil Duan was indeed talented. How long has it been, and he has actually realized this step.

You know, they also copied the fist techniques on the jade slip, but they didn't see this at all.

Duan Yun's fist techniques had made progress, so he took advantage of the victory to pursue.

"Not enough! Not enough!" Duan Yun roared, sweating profusely.

His muscles were shaking, and the true Qi in his body was running at high speed, almost scurrying around!

As long as the meaning was enough, who cares whether it was accurate or not!

"Four stances! Strange!"

With a bang, four air wave ripples bloomed, turning into fist strength and whistling.

"Seven stances!"

"Nine stances! Strange!"

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"Twelve stances! Strange!"

For a time, the courtyard was filled with bursts of thunderous roars.

The wall that had been blasted with fist marks before had been blasted into shreds.

The fist strength whistled, and the wild trees outside were also blasted to pieces.

The chicken and monkey zodiac signs hidden underground were dumbfounded, feeling like they were having a cave earthquake with their good brothers.

How long has it been, how come the fist techniques have suddenly become thunderous?

Did it have to be so fast, did it have to be so terrifying?

Shen Ying and Feng Ling'er were both dumbfounded.

Especially Shen Ying, who felt that all the laws of practicing fist techniques since she started were broken by this guy in front of her.

Smashed to pieces!

Fist masters would resonate!

She could even feel the violence in Duan Yun's fist intent, and the true Qi in her body was also becoming active.

This was something that someone who had been learning fist techniques for a day could practice!

"Wrong! Wrong!"

"Amazing wisdom, I order you to continue to comprehend!"

"Break it for me!"

The smoke and dust in the courtyard had never settled since it floated up, and Duan Yun was still roaring inside.

Shen Ying's back was already breaking out in cold sweat, because she could feel Duan Yun's fist intent was still growing.

This was definitely not a random roar!

The speed at which this fist intent was growing was even faster than the speed at which Duan Yun's pectoral muscles were shaking. What would it become later?

Shen Ying didn't know, Feng Ling'er didn't know, and the chicken and monkey zodiac signs hidden underground didn't know either.

At this time, their expressions were somewhat consistent, and they were somewhat sluggish.

Just like when the Murong brothers watched Duan Yun practice swordsmanship, they looked at him like the Jade Emperor.

"Fifteen stances! Strange!"

At this time, Duan Yun's roar reached its peak, the speed at which the true Qi in his body was scurrying reached its extreme, and some even overflowed with the broken body sword Qi, and his fist intent also reached its peak.

The fifteen stances of fist techniques were connected together!

Even he couldn't control it!

With a bang, the most expensive gate of the manor turned into flying shreds, and the surging air waves made his hair dance wildly.

After blasting out a punch, Duan Yun stood there blankly as if his body had been emptied.

With that punch just now, he shot out everything he could shoot out in his body!

Even if he wanted to shoot something else, there was nothing left.

At this time, Shen Ying and Feng Ling'er saw it, but Duan Yun didn't see it. Behind him, a dark and hazy Dharma form emerged, like a human but not a human, like a god but not a god.

Practicing fist techniques had brought out the Dharma form!

For a time, Shen Ying, who had been practicing fist techniques for so many years, suddenly felt that the world was so strange.

Was this "Invincible Strange Fist" itself magical, or was this guy in front of her a pervert!

Huh?

Shen Ying didn't understand, and Feng Ling'er naturally didn't understand even more.

As a result, Duan Yun, who had a Dharma form emerging behind him, suddenly shouted again, "Not enough! Not enough! I understand! I understand again!"

"This is the real thing!"

"This is the real thing!"

What did he understand again?

What real or fake?

Shen Ying and the others even felt that everything in front of them was fake, like an absurd dream.

Shen Ying and Feng Ling'er on the ground, and the monkey and chicken zodiac signs underground, the shocked expressions on their faces had never stopped.

Honestly, on this night with a very good moon, they were already a little tired from being shocked.

Because Duan Yun's fist techniques were fierce and his voice was crazy, Little Grey and the golden monkey had already hid far away, only the panda Daba was serious, and even imitated Duan Yun to put on a fist stance.