When ordinary people practice boxing, even if they develop steel and iron bones and have unparalleled fighting power, as they get older, they will age faster and their energy and blood will fade away...
Compared with young people, it is much weaker.
Some people were so famous when they were young, and their boxing skills were so good that no one dared to mess with them, that they set up their own schools and taught apprentices.
Once you get old, someone will come to challenge you...
As a result, there are often newbies in the world, stepping on the names of some old-timers to take the lead.
A lifetime of fame will be wasted.
Such a miserable situation forced the boxers not to be too proud of themselves...
No matter how stingy and stingy you are, you still have to accept a proud apprentice to pass on the mantle.
Pass on what you have learned to comfort yourself throughout your life.
Moreover, by answering challenges on his behalf, hitting with hits, killing with killing, and fighting until no one dares to challenge him, even if his boxing skills are established, his reputation can be passed down to future generations.
In Yang Lin's view, this is actually a good thing.
It has given many young people a way to improve in boxing, so that the hard work of their seniors will not be lost.
Of course, the previous choice of accepting disciples is actually a last resort choice for those outside boxing masters who are on the verge of death.
If you truly master the internal martial arts and cultivate the Qi of the five internal organs, you will have the capital to prolong your life.
As long as they take good care of themselves and breathe properly, their physical strength can last for decades or hundreds of years...
Even some top masters are able to maintain their skills until the moment before they die.
Qi and blood will not decay until the end of life.
Facing such a master, if a young boxer comes to challenge him, then the birthday boy will hang himself and seek death.
A further master is one who has heard of it in legends.
For example, after the death of a Taoist master, the remains of his body remain, and the golden body is indestructible.
For another example, the Buddhist strongman transformed into a relic after death, which is indelible and cannot even be burned by flames.
Even if such a person dies, the tyranny of his physical body will remain in the world for a long time, and it will not be broken after the baptism of time... The energy and blood are so powerful that it is simply unimaginable.
Yang Lin has now mastered some of the skills of An Jin master, but he has only half-stepped in.
If you want to completely refine the five internal organs, you need to practice the "Frost Breath" technique for many years, so that the internal organs can transform little by little during the long-term practice, thereby achieving the effect of exchanging blood and cleansing the marrow.
Therefore, from the illusion of martial arts, he not only obtained the rapid growth and breakthrough of the divine power of muscles and bones, but also obtained the introduction to the next level.
Another ability at the Anjin level was obtained in advance.
This is the capital of leapfrog fighting.
Otherwise, if you really encounter a master of dark power, he can train his muscles, bones and skin outside, and he can hold a breath inside, exerting force both internally and externally at the same time, with shock, penetration, fierceness, and dark and soft power bursting out at the same time. Even if he wants to block a move, it will be very difficult. difficult.
This has nothing to do with whether the body is strong or whether the moves are exquisite.
When it comes to the mystery of the human body itself, we can only deal with it if we reach the same level of mystery.
Now, he basically has a chance to compete with An Jin's power.
Although it is not easy to use this magical attack method.
However, in the face of the all-pervasive soft and penetrating power, with a breath of frost in my chest, I can resist it as much as possible, but I am not without the power to fight back.
"After all, it's not Zhou Hongyi's body that has been trained for decades. Even if it comprehends the realm, it cannot achieve the same attack power. Perhaps it is because of insufficient reputation points..."
Yang Lin silently analyzed the previous gains and losses for a while. No longer confused, he turned around and stepped out of the jungle, hurriedly catching up with his own convoy.
If they don't catch up, they will go too far.
…
"The third young master is back."
A nurse with sharp eyes saw Yang Lin from a distance and immediately let out an excited cry.
Soon there was a commotion in the car formation, and there were faint cheers.
Tell the truth.
If it was before.
Whether this third young master goes out to have fun or returns home, basically no one cares.
At that time, it was just a little transparency that no one paid attention to.
It's different now.
Especially after experiencing such a life and death bloody battle.
Everyone in the Yang family, from the head of the family, Yang Shoucheng and his wife, to the guards and servants, all saw and heard.
At that critical moment, Yang Lin single-handedly killed the Qing Gang's thugs and almost collapsed.
Moreover, on the last line of defense, they fought tooth and nail and refused to give in...
Finally, the Qing Gang suffered heavy injuries, and Xueshou Buchen, the fierce and vicious master of the Qing Gang, had to retreat with serious injuries.
At this moment, he is the Yang family's "white jade pillar holding up the sky and purple gold beam bridging the sea."
Who doesn’t admire it, who doesn’t respect it?
No matter how harsh or picky you are, after going through the process of going from despair to hope, you have to admit that... this usually inconspicuous third young master of the Yang family is your true support.
none of them.
"Traveling all night long, day and night."
Although he escaped from Hangzhou City, Uncle Da, an old Jianghu, had no intention of relaxing at all.
His arms were now clamped with rods and tied with thick gauze, and his complexion looked much better.
"Judging from the Qing gang's behavior, they will use all possible means, and they will most likely take action when we are completely unprepared."
Wang Xiaoqiao also stuck his head out and said cautiously: "Uncle Da is right, we are not out of danger yet, so we must not take it lightly.
I know Xue Hand Bu Shen very well. He is actually like a wolf. Once bitten, he will not let go. You know, the more injured a creature like a wolf is, the more ferocious it becomes..."
These two senior people who have been through many storms and have a lot of experience say this, so there is nothing worthy of doubt.
"An attack by the Qing gang is definitely inevitable, but we just don't know when and where they will choose to take action?"
Although Hangzhou is not far from Shanghai, they can't walk quickly while dragging their family over the mountains.
If you can walk a hundred miles in a day, you are considered fast.
At such a speed, it would take at least three days to reach the target location, and this is even when the energy is exhausted and the journey is accelerated.
If the enemy chooses to attack when you and others are exhausted, the situation will be very dangerous.
Yang Lin naturally knew this.
He nodded slightly, but did not say the fact that his strength had improved again, "In this case, let's stop and take the main road as much as possible. Just knock on the houses on the way to buy something to fill your stomach, and speed up. "
Everyone is ready to take on the challenge.
While rushing on the road, I was on guard at the same time, which felt quite tragic.
But the strange thing is that after three days, not even a single enemy of the Qing Gang was seen.
It seemed that Xueshou Buchen already knew that nothing could be done, so he just gave up.
The tense atmosphere among the team has also eased. Thinking that they will soon pass through the last town and arrive in Shanghai, many people even have smiles on their faces.
However, some people are even more cautious.
Especially Uncle Da, the tension between his brows could hardly be concealed.
He got off the carriage, walked to Yang Lin's car, and said softly: "Third Young Master, be careful next time. Bu Chen has been waiting for three days. The longer it is delayed, the more likely he will be more fully prepared."
He looked around and said in a low voice: "This time, it's really difficult to deal with."
"Uncle Da, don't worry too much. The more prepared the enemy is, the less time they have left. As long as they block this wave of attacks, the sky will be brighter..."
This is true.
According to Yang Lin's confirmation, his father Yang Shoucheng was on the road and had sent a message through a unique channel, notifying the Jingwu Sect to come to the rescue.
And, judging from his secrecy, it might be more than just the Jingwu Sect.
Of course, the current situation is obvious. We just want to see whether the rescue experts arrive first or the enemy attacks first.
If you make it through, there will naturally be smooth sailing ahead, and you don't have to worry about danger anymore.
If you can't survive it, there will naturally be no future.
…
The water network in front of you is densely covered, and the houses are continuous, giving you the scenery of a Jiangnan water town.
As evening approaches, the setting sun shines down on the vast water.
The speed of the carriage gradually slowed down.
Everyone also let out a long breath, relaxed their muscles and bones that had been tense for several days, and thought to themselves that maybe today had gone through smoothly again.
As long as you pass through Zhouzhuang, cross the Shuangqiao Bridge, and then walk on a flat road, you can enter Shanghai.
At that time, it would be difficult for the Qing Gang to attack again.
"The City that Never Sleeps in the East" is more than just a name.
The various forces there are intertwined and restrained, and every inch of the land is a mixture of dragons and snakes. If you want to take action, you have to be wary.
In this case, the Yang family and his party will be much safer.
The motorcade drove slowly along the river. Although everyone was extremely tired, they had no intention of stopping at Zhouzhuang to eat and rest. They just kept on going.
After crossing the bridge and crossing the river, they saw a huge house in front of them. They didn't want to disturb the people, so they stayed away and moved forward.
"help, help..."
Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the wall of the mansion not far away.
After the man landed, he seemed to have sprained his ankle and couldn't walk fast at all...
After three or two steps, he fell to the ground again, his face flushed with anxiety, he raised his head and shouted.
"Is this a call for help?"
Yang Lin listened to this familiar yet unfamiliar call and turned his head in surprise.
