One punch weighs three hundred pounds.
This is not considered a master.
Yang Lin felt that he still had misunderstandings about martial arts.
Three hundred pounds can already kill a big fat pig raised until the New Year with one punch.
If you want to hit someone, you can hit a person who weighs more than 100 pounds with one punch and send him flying.
"Then what level is a master?"
Uncle Da did not answer, as if he was lost in memories, and then said: "If you continue to practice hard and reach the stage of Ming Jin, you will be considered as a master.
The so-called Ming Jin means that the strength is obvious and visible to the naked eye.
When a punch is punched, there is a whine, a roar, and a roar. It seems to be extremely powerful, which is what Uncle Da is at my stage...
It took me thirty years of practice to get to this point. "
"With one punch, the force can reach 600 kilograms, doubling the strength. In this way, you can be called a practicing master, but not a master."
"If you really go one step further, your strength will be like thunder, your punches will break through the air, there will be an explosion sound, and your muscles and bones will be as strong as steel.
At this time, divine power is generated, and the fist power is doubled again, which can exceed a thousand kilograms. If you are barely a master, you can achieve it in the world. "
"The realm of divine power is actually just reaching a high level of Ming Jin. What you practice is strength, and you use the power of vibration and collapse... When you fight, you can break rocks and iron without destroying yourself. You can generally be a general on the battlefield. "
"The Bloody Hand Bu Chenjiang should be at this level."
Yang Lin understood.
"Is there any realm behind it? How powerful is it?"
His eyes were shining, and the master that Uncle Da mentioned seemed to be a little different from those of later generations.
I remember that among the boxing champions in the world, the strongest ones only punched over 800 pounds each, which was a little weaker than those in the divine power realm.
In China, we have not heard of any boxers with amazing power for many years.
Whether it's boxing, wrestling, jiu-jitsu, or a kickboxer.
Has it been lost?
Probably not.
In fact, the inheritance is still there, but it is not like in this era, when martial arts training is regarded as the ability to settle down and a qualification for promotion and wealth...
But treat it as a competitive game.
Just playing.
Because most of what they practice is to hit from point to point, to attack within a designated range, rather than for the purpose of killing or maiming.
Otherwise, you will be shot.
How can boxing reach its peak without murderous intent?
There are great horrors and great breakthroughs between life and death, and this is no joke.
The most important thing is that because the environment has changed, the times have changed, and the level of concentration of martial arts practitioners has also changed.
After all, practicing martial arts is just a hobby, not a necessity to save one's life.
The degree of concentration is different, and the results obtained are of course different.
All of this is actually a hot weapon pot.
The more advanced the weapons, the less useful it is to practice martial arts.
People can lift their fingers and practice hard day and night for more than ten years. It would be good to find one person among a billion people who has practiced hard and painstakingly.
Can't fight.
If you really practice martial arts and fight, you will feel uncomfortable if you lose, but if you win, the country will support you.
Whoever practices is stupid.
Therefore, it is not surprising that martial arts has declined, but it would be surprising if it did not.
"In the next realm, of course there is...don't be too high-spirited for the time being.
Knowing too much will be detrimental to boxing practice. Go back and think about it carefully, and get started first. "
Uncle Da became a little impatient after hearing Yang Lin's investigation.
It sounds like you can really practice it.
He waved his hand and shooed Yang Lin away like flies.
Martial arts are also taught, and whether he can practice them well or not depends on whether he pays attention to them.
The wind was strong and the waves were high, and there were many things to do in the house. He didn't have much free time to talk nonsense with the little guy.
…
Back in the bedroom, Yang Lin told Xiao Mushroom to close the door, light the candle, and hurriedly opened the book.
He has no other advantages.
Later generations developed the reading habit and passively acquired the ability of self-study.
He won't make something out of nothing.
You can still copy cats and tigers.
There is no shortage of understanding.
Uncle Da's experience was written very straightforwardly. He understood it at a glance and followed the exercises. He did not seek to develop strength, but only sought to be proficient in various moves, postures, and footwork.
Practice and learn at the same time.
The sound of little mushroom's thin breathing came from next door. The little girl had already fallen asleep.
After changing two candles, when Yang Lin stopped, he heard the sound of cocks crowing from outside the house, and then the sound of dogs barking.
There was also the low scolding sound from the nursing home.
'Is it almost dawn? '
Rubbing his red eyes, Yang Lin felt his whole body go weak...
My body got wet, then dried, then dried again, and I was covered in stinky sweat.
'Look at the military performance order. '
He suddenly woke up, holding his chest with his hands and concentrating.
Hallucinations appear before the eyes.
The green characters fall like a waterfall.
[Performing martial arts reputation +5]
Martial Arts: Iron Fist (Introduction), can be improved
Secret skills: none
Title: None
…
"It's done!"
Yang Lin took a deep breath.
My heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.
More exciting than opening a treasure chest...
It can be seen now whether it is really as he imagined.
'Wash your face first. '
Be calm in every big event.
Yang Lin picked up the thermos bottle, poured some water, and poured a little cold water into it with a spoon to test the temperature. He covered his face with a towel and took a few deep breaths.
Then I washed my hands carefully with soap and picked out the dirt from my nails using the dim candlelight.
Look, the mood has calmed down.
Focus your mind on the birthmark on your chest, chant silently, and improve the Iron Wire Fist.
boom……
There was a flash of light and shadow in front of his eyes, and the scenery changed, and he came to a green mountain peak. There was a majestic temple not far away. Under the tree, sitting on a stone, there was an old monk with an old face.
As for himself, he was running on the bluestone steps and mountain path, with his hands stretched out flat, and a sharp-bottomed wooden bucket in one hand, with water splashing from the edge of the bucket.
'What am I doing, carrying water without a pole? Isn't this self-abuse? '
I ran twice to fetch water, went straight to the mountain, entered the temple, and poured water into the water tank.
Then fly down the mountain to fetch water, and the cycle starts again.
Yang Lin felt that he was very tired, his whole body ached so much that he wanted to explode, and he was sweating like rain.
He wanted to take a rest, but found that he couldn't control his body's movements at all.
The movement of carrying water can be controlled, but it is impossible to leave and do anything else.
We can only carry water back and forth.
It was carried until the sun was high in the sky, and then it stopped.
Then, he ate with the old monk, thinking he could rest. However, after eating for half an hour, the body went to chop wood again.
Bang bang bang...
The trees are falling and the birds are chirping.
The air is good, the scenery is beautiful, but Yanglin is miserable.
He fell into the endless life of a woodcutter again.
'What kind of evil have I done? Didn't I say that I was spending my reputation to improve the Iron Money Fist? Why did I get brought in to carry water and chop wood? It's not over yet. '
"It should be training my muscles and body."
Laying the foundation.
It took him a day to understand this.
However, if you understand the truth, it is useless.
The next step was to carry water and cut firewood endlessly. This kind of life went on for a year without any reason.
For a whole year, they either carried water or chopped firewood, and had no other recreational activities at all.
Yang Lin didn't even remember what he ate, only the memory of working was so clear that it became instinctive.
Finally, one day, he carried the last load of firewood into the woodshed, and the light and shadow in front of him changed again...
There are candles like beans in front of me, and there is a faint light outside.
A bed, a lamp, a table and a chair are back.
The even breathing of Little Mushroom came from outside the door.
The rooster outside the house was still crowing silently.
This is……
For the first time, he was immersed in the birthmark on his chest, and saw that his reputation had been reduced by two points, and the column behind the Iron Wire Fist had turned into a "strengthening" symbol.
He clenched his fists and felt the vigorous strength inside his body.
But I felt a little helpless in my heart.
'I heard Uncle Da say that after learning boxing, the first thing is to reach the state of physical fitness...
In fact, it is through exercise and health maintenance that we can achieve the extremely healthy state of ordinary people.
So, in the illusion of performing martial arts, I worked hard for a year carrying water and chopping firewood for a year before I became healthy and strong? '
'Am I a martial arts waste? '
'I don't believe it. I still have reputation points, so let's continue...'
Yang Lin was born with a strong energy, and now he was improving silently, and consumed two more reputation points.
