Yang Qian told all the changes in his body.
To be honest, I was so panicked at the time that I almost dropped my weapons, but after swinging a few times and killing more than a dozen people, I found that my condition did not get worse, but actually got better.
At that time, Yang Gan showed Husky's shocked expression in his heart.
Yang Qian is a typical pragmatist and a person who pursues hard work. His strength and power are accumulated bit by bit through his own sweat.
Suddenly his martial arts instantly soared several levels. While Yang Qian was ecstatic, he felt deeply fearful in his heart. Free things are usually poisonous.
Ge Xiuming didn't say anything more, and stretched out his hand to take Yang Qian's pulse.
At this time, his face was slightly solemn.
Because the things your Majesty said are relatively general and resemble some signs of a serious illness.
But these serious diseases are simply not what you should suffer at your age.
After a long time, Ge Xiuming retracted his hand, frowned so hard that he could pinch a fly, and let out a long sigh.
In an instant, Yang Qian felt the hairs on his body count down, and a shuddering feeling emerged deep in his heart.
Damn it, don’t you have a terminal illness?
"Your Majesty, everything is fine!"
Yang Gan:..........
"Next time you dare to sigh, I will hang you up and expose you to the sun for three days and three nights!"
Yang Qian's carotid artery was highlighted due to the exertion.
It’s so scary!
Ge Xiuming immediately thought of something and stood up in a hurry to salute.
"Your Majesty, I am old and old. It's so late and I feel sleepy."
Yang Gan's face turned pale and he waved his hands.
"Don't say useless things. Just say it and I'll tell you if there's anything wrong with my body."
"No, except that the physical condition has not completely changed.
Balanced, everything else is normal. "
Yang Qian said decisively.
"Impossible, I'm sure that feeling is not an illusion, there must be something wrong with my body."
Ge Xiuming rolled his eyes and began to think carefully. After a while, he was suddenly stunned.
"Your Majesty, I wonder if your martial arts have greatly improved since you developed symptoms?"
"This, how can I put it this way? It is indeed a lot more powerful, and I feel that the martial arts skills that I have learned by analogy in the past are also much more powerful."
Ge Xiuming nodded.
"Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong with your body. I have heard of such symptoms before. It is an external manifestation of great progress in martial arts and is not a disease."
"fart!"
"You're just leaving me to act in a TV series, right? I'm totally freaking out, and you actually tell me I'm fine? How is that possible!"
Yang Qian is not that easy to fool, and this world is not a messy fantasy world.
In the real world, if you use too much force and punch, your skin will be broken. You are not the kind of person who goes to a meeting alone and can dodge any moves.
Every time he attacked the opponent's military formation, if he hadn't been a krypton gold player and wore a divine costume, he would have been chopped into pieces.
"Your Majesty, I, I am telling the truth."
"Oh, you mean to say that I have achieved great success with just a few blows, right?"
"Well, that's what it means."
Ge Xiuming rolled his eyes and said immediately.
"Actually, you can ask Mr. Cao about martial arts knowledge. She is an expert in this art. What I say is just a traveling doctor. Most of it is just hearsay."
"Although I know some boxing and kicking skills, it is far behind compared to the fighting skills on the battlefield."
Yang Gan hesitated.
"You really don't need to prepare medicine?"
"It's medicine that's three parts poison. If you're not sick, what should you eat?"
medicine? "
"What if I get sick?"
"It's not too late to eat when you're sick!"
"Okay, go to bed, I want to rest too."
After sending Ge Xiuming away, Yang Qian returned to the bedroom with the mottled dragon-slaying knife. After seeing Cao Wushuang, he suppressed his inner doubts and found a place to sleep.
It's almost dawn, and I don't care if I can sleep well, so I'll take a nap first.
The next day.
Yang Qian rubbed his eyes and woke up slowly, with a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Huh? Zhang Yumeng, you got up very early today."
Just when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Yumeng looking at him.
Zhang Yumeng said.
"Get up quickly. Take a bath in the wooden barrels that we made overnight."
When he heard that he could take a bath, Yang Gan jumped up. But before taking a bath, he still called his subordinates and asked if they would send scouts and if there was any report.
Sure enough, a report from the scouts came. After reading it carefully, I felt relieved. There were only ordinary people and no large armies within at least ten kilometers.
With this report, Yang Qian relaxed and started taking a bath.
I have to say that there were too many killed yesterday.
"Zhang Yumeng, won't you wipe my back?"
The barrel is not small, so when Yang Qian is there, there will naturally be women washing it with him.
Zhang Yumeng stretched out his hand, and Yang Gan raised his eyebrows.
"Here, do you have Parkinson's disease?"
"You're big, you're using too much force, my hands are shaking!"
Zhang Yumeng's face was full of helplessness. She always thought that she was a relatively rational person, but when she went to the battlefield, her fear and excitement were intertwined, as if a big hand was controlling her, causing her to involuntarily kill people crazily.
The game is over
When the situation became clear, she understood that if she didn't kill others, others would kill her.
As for the broken limbs and corpses all over the ground, rivers of blood flowed from them.
Sorry, I don't even have the strength to feel sick, my whole head is empty.
Kill until you are completely stunned!
"Snapped!"
Opening Zhang Yumeng's hand, Yang Gan sneered.
"Just practice more. You are good at martial arts, but it's a pity that you can't fight or kill!"
Looking at Cao Wushuang, he saw that she had finished washing before him.
"Master, there is something I need to ask you."
Cao Wushuang nodded.
"Well, just say, if I don't understand, you can ask my master for help!"
Yang Qian was very afraid of death. If he died on the battlefield, it would be a worthy death, but if he burped for no reason, it would be too uneconomical.
Thinking of this, Yang Qian recounted his feelings yesterday.
Cao Wushuang immediately became happy.
"That's because your martial arts have improved. I didn't expect you to reach this level at just this age. It's not easy."
Yang Gan's face was confused and Goutou was shocked.
"Can you make it as digital as possible? I don't understand."
"To put it simply, it is the use of force. Many people think that the use of force and the methods of exerting force have different levels. It is just that many people have been learning, but many people have practiced it."
"It's just that it's not of much use. After all, many force-generating techniques are of little use on the battlefield."
Yang Qian couldn't understand it at all.
"Why force-generating techniques are related to the sensations inside the body."
"That's natural. If you slash with a knife and only use one or two muscles, the force will naturally not be strong."
"Then, if you swing your sword
When you use five muscles, ten muscles, and a few long tendons, do you know what the result will be? "
"At the moment of swinging the sword, what is the effect of hitting with all your strength or using 70% of the force and leaving 30% of the force? This is all very particular, but such a sophisticated technique is indeed of little use on the battlefield!"
Yang Gan nodded and shook his head.
"Master, I feel that this kind of technique has no effect, but when I break through, I feel like my whole body is alive. In the past, I used eight-point force moves, but this time I can use only two or three-point force."
"If you can grasp it, it's no problem, but in fact, many people practice it, but it doesn't seem to be of much use in combat!"
Yang Gan nodded.
"There are soldiers in the army who specialize in punishment, and their skills are incredible. A light stick may not seem heavy, but in fact they have internal injuries. Sometimes a heavy stick may look like the skin is torn, but in fact it is just a superficial wound."
Yang Qian had some enlightenment, and it always felt so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
Seeing Qingqing coming over, Yang Gan immediately told the matter.
Qingqing's face was full of astonishment.
"You actually learned such a difficult technique to exert force?"
"So you can do the same?"
Qingqing smiled and said, "When I was young, I heard someone say that, especially among those sword fighters, during the competition between the two sides, this force-generating technique can break the opponent's blade when the weapons collide with each other."
Yang Gan nodded, thoughtfully.
After taking a shower, he immediately began to stretch his muscles. As for the Devil Muscular Man project, there was no way to proceed for the time being because conditions did not allow it.
Being able to fight on a battlefield thousands of miles away
Muscles and bones are already a luxury.
It was only when he was unconscious that he used the feeling of fighting on the battlefield and the method of exerting force.
Although the master told himself that this method was not applicable on the battlefield, whoever he was, he was here to break the rules.
This needs to be said twice.
If there are no results, then you are not respecting the long-standing rules.
If there are results, that's progress.
Unknowingly, Yang Qian began to gently exercise some parts of his body that he couldn't normally exercise.
After just a few strokes, he felt that he had used the wrong strength. You must know that Yang Qian's whole body's strength was unified, and it would be very dangerous if he used the wrong strength.
A piece of foam, the upper end is to the left, the lower end is to the right, slightly staggered, it is not a big problem.
But if you tried it if you tried it with steel, you would probably get sparks.
Every time he used the wrong force, Yang Qian felt as if his internal organs were being punched.
I feel so uncomfortable that I want to vomit blood, but~~~
Again!
Sometimes pain can be addictive, and Yang Qian belongs to this kind of person. He obviously has scars on his body, but he just can't help but want to tear them open.
To put it nicely, it’s called enjoying the pain.
To put it harshly, it means being mean and having itchy hands.
After a long time, Yang Qian's eyes lit up, and the 130th small joint was finished.
It’s unbelievable. In my subconscious mind, why is it so fast this time?
It's like turning on an accelerator. It used to take three to six days to work through a small joint.
But if I remember correctly, the last small joint seemed to have been opened by the way while practicing martial arts in Yanggu Pass.
How many days has it been? Not even three days.
Weird!
If you resort to abnormal behavior, there will be a demon
, this matter made Yang Qian a little bit worried. It couldn't be that he had a terminal illness.
