"Find purity in life and death?"
Ba Liming sat on a chair and listened to Duan Zhen's explanation of how to break through An Jin.
For a moment, he shook his head repeatedly, and his words were a little angry:
"What a nonsense! You dare to go to the bottom of the sea to practice boxing before your strength has matured? Do you really think you are a god?"
Duan Zhen listened to Ba Liming's accusations, but his tone was full of concern, smiled slightly, and said:
"Master, there is great fear in life and death, but it can also give rise to great determination and concentration. Isn't that how you got through this too? Besides, if you fight with others, you might get beaten to death."
"Being beaten to death means you are inferior to others! You deserve it! You are asking for your own death! How can this be the same!"
Ba Liming blew his beard and stared, Duan Zhen apologized again and again, and finally revealed the matter.
Several people left the practice room, and Duan Shiyi was already arranging a new location.
The previous fight between Ba Liming and Duan Yi left this practice room of a thousand square meters in pieces.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Duan Zhen would have doubted whether it had been forcibly demolished by bulldozers, or if someone had thrown more than ten high-explosive grenades inside.
The destructive power of Alchemy is inhuman.
I heard that the monks in the Shaolin Temple have a special training ground. The rocky concrete floor has become pitted due to the monks’ accumulated practice over the years.
He also saw this kind of scene today, and it was just a fight.
This also further inspired his determination to become stronger.
"Next, let's play some."
Duan Zhen and Duan Shiyi exchanged glances. He had been preparing that plan.
It’s time to get started, and with such great resources, there’s no reason not to implement it.
Although he is physically injured now, he feels confident in his heart.
...
On a sunny morning in Singapore, Chen Aiyang was slowly doing Tai Chi in a park.
He stood casually, his body almost still, like an ordinary person standing in a daze.
The breeze blew through his clothes and hair, and combined with his young and handsome appearance, it looked like a peaceful and peaceful painting against the sunlight.
Wuji gives birth to Tai Chi, and the meaning of Wuji is the beginning of Tai Chi.
Gradually, he began to perform the first move.
The movement was extremely slow, but his body was making a small sound.
Like a frog croaking or a cow roaring.
The sound burst out from his chest, abdomen, and even the joints throughout his body.
The essence of Tai Chi training is the strength of the toad.
As he beat, the sound inside his body became louder and louder. The sound of cows and frogs could be heard from five or six meters away, as if there were really a group of bulls and frogs making sounds one after another.
He jumped suddenly, and his figure left an afterimage on the ground, and almost no sound was heard.
The next moment, he fell straight to the ground again, with a sparrow on his palm.
The palms were open and not closed, but no matter how much the sparrow soared and jumped, it could not escape.
It was as if there were countless invisible threads entangled in the sparrow.
"who?"
Chen Aiyang spoke suddenly and looked to the left.
"It's hard for a bird to fly with outstretched palms. Mr. Chen's Tai Chi style already has some shadows of Mr. Yang Luchan."
A figure appeared next to Chen Aiyang as if he was transformed. He was covered in black robes and had a mask on his face.
"Who are you?" Chen Aiyang shook his hand, and the sparrow chirped twice and flew away as if it had been saved.
"Duan family, Duan Qi." The man in black robe waved one hand, and a golden invitation flew straight in front of Chen Aiyang.
"On the anniversary of his birthday, I hope Mr. Chen can come to China and join us in the supreme martial arts."
The man in black robe threw away the invitation, stepped back suddenly, and disappeared from Chen Aiyang's eyes in a few breaths.
With his series of attacks, even Chen Aiyang found it difficult to catch up.
"Tai Chi Qiao Jin?"
Chen Aiyang stopped where he was and pointed to catch the invitation. The small piece of paper even turned slightly in his hand. It was obvious that the person who exerted the force was very powerful.
"Martial arts is supreme."
He looked at the invitation with an inexplicable meaning flashing in his eyes.
...
In a small town on the southwest border of China, in an ordinary information college, several teenagers were walking struttingly on the playground, exuding a rebellious and domineering atmosphere.
The surrounding students began to panic when they saw them, and for a while almost few dared to stay in the playground.
The leader was a man with red lips and white teeth and a delicate face.
He has a cool and indifferent expression, wearing a white shirt, and his eyebrows are not weak, but have a hint of heroism, like a male protagonist from a movie and TV series.
"Brother Dong! The man named Hong was too arrogant last time. Do you think we should..."
A short and fat man beside him spoke slowly, his voice was a bit sharp, and there was a hint of cruelty in it.
"Hmph! If you dare to bully me, Tan Wendong, we will solve it tonight!"
Tan Wendong's tone was a bit unkind, as if he thought of the man's arrogance, he squeezed his hand involuntarily.
There were layers of fine iron chains wrapped around his hands, hidden in the cuffs, and a dart was exposed at the end of the iron chain.
This is a chain dart, which is as famous as the nine-section whip, meteor hammer, nunchaku and other weapons.
It's very difficult to practice. If someone uses this kind of weapon, it's either a fool's errand or he has real skills.
As for Tan Wendong, his spine continued to exert force as he walked, and the muscles in his wrists bulged. He was obviously a practicing master.
The group of people walked around and suddenly saw a carefree man standing at the exit of the playground, wearing beach clothes as if he was on vacation.
"Huh? Who the hell are you? Don't block Brother Dong's way!"
The short, fat man next to Tan Wendong immediately started to curse. It was obvious that this man was blocking their way.
"I'm your father!"
The man in the beach clothes seemed to have a very bad temper. As soon as he finished speaking these four words, he moved his steps almost instantly, covering a distance of seven or eight meters, and rushed towards the short and fat man.
His palms turned into claws and he grabbed hard. The movement was so fast that even Tan Wendong didn't react.
"Ah!!! My face!!!"
The short, fat man immediately covered his face and screamed in pain. A trail of blood covered his face, revealing traces of flesh.
"Kill him! Brother Dong!" The short, fat man hurriedly asked for help from Tan Wendong beside him.
Tan Wendong had a serious look on his face. He slowly lowered the chain dart in his hand, and his whole body tensed up, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Friend, I wonder which road it is on? We, the Wendong Club, don't seem to have ever provoked people like you."
He spoke with some solemnity, his eyes fixed on the man in beach clothes, as if he was about to take action at the next moment.
"Wen Donghui? Huh! If the young master hadn't asked you to come by name, I wouldn't have bothered to come to such a place where birds don't shit."
The man in beach clothes flicked one hand, and an invitation flew straight away, thrust into Tan Wendong's feet, and penetrated deeply into the grass.
Then, he moved together and left the exit of the playground in just a few seconds.
"Who is he?"
Tan Wendong picked up the invitation and looked at the content on it with an ugly expression.
For a moment, he didn't even care about the squat man screaming beside him.
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