Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 522: This is a good time for martial arts!
In the practice of martial arts, after three thousand miles, one needs to condense the true meaning of martial arts, use the true meaning to "refine and transform Qi", and finally become the incarnation of martial arts at six thousand miles, which is a road leading to the mysteries of the poor human body.
As the master of martial arts, even if Chen Luo doesn't refine himself, the martial arts will give him continuous feedback, but the speed will be slightly slower.
Since coming to Nanhuang, Chen Luo's practice has also been delayed because there are not many chances of turning back into a human body.
It's been almost three months, and there's still no breakthrough!
Fortunately, the martial arts of the human race are now prosperous, and the power of martial arts feedback is continuous, allowing Chen Luo to finally step out of four thousand miles and enter the stage of five thousand miles.
Chen Luo returned to the study room of Liaozhai, and ordered Mastiff Lingling to guard the door, and then dispelled the magical power of the blood body transformation, and restored the original form of the human race. At the moment when Chen Luo regained his human form, streaks of colorful aura emerged from Chen Luo's body, and there seemed to be countless figures in the mist performing martial arts skills, and they all belonged to Chen Luo in the end.
Boundless power surged through Chen Luo's blood vessels, and a trace of hot feeling spread throughout his body along the meridians. During the refinement of Qi, Chen Luo felt that his physical body was further strengthened. .
Chen Luo calmed down, on the six thousand miles of colorful avenue, there seemed to be a red sun slowly rising, and his understanding of martial arts turned into a ray of light, illuminating the colorful avenue.
On the avenue, the light of martial arts fell from countless walking figures, and the light fell into one after another of the figures. Bow down.
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Dong Cang City, Lun Jiange.
A Taoist disciple was attacking the opposite martial artist with the mind and soul psychic technique. The warrior dodged in a panic, but one of them was unable to dodge in time, and was finally hit by a bolt of psychic lightning. At that time, he shot out a rope from his hand, quickly wrapped around one corner of the ring, pulled the other end of the rope by himself, circled around the wrapped corner of the ring, and finally fell heavily on the edge of the ring.
The Taoist disciple put away his spell and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, you have lost again!"
Warrior struggled to get up, squeezed out a little smile, and said with difficulty: "I...haven't come out of the ring yet, no...it's not a failure!"
The Taoist disciple frowned slightly, and pinched the Fa Jue in his hand, and lightning flashed on his fingers. He said lightly: "Wang Busheng, Wang Busheng, although I admire you, I will not be soft!"
Speaking, the Taoist disciple waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning shot at Wang Busheng. The thunder light turned into a ferocious beast, and rushed towards Wang Busheng.
"Here we come, Man Thunder Art!" Seeing this, all the people present could not help but gasp.
The wild thunder technique is a kind of lightning control technique of the Taoist sect. It was comprehended by the Taoist Tianjiao Sadfeng Xiaofeng in an operation to capture wild beasts in Dongcang City. The power of Leifa.
"It's a pity..." Someone shook his head and sighed, looking at Wang Busheng's appearance, even though the speed of the wild thunder technique was not as fast as the orthodox lightning control technique, Wang Busheng definitely couldn't dodge it.
This method of throwing thunder is enough for Wang Busheng to recuperate at home for three days.
"Wang Busheng's talent is still a bit weak. Even if his basic skills are extremely solid, if he can't master those powerful martial arts, he will still suffer in the battle!"
As the first batch of warriors to enter Dongcang City, Wang Busheng's name can be regarded as well-known throughout the city. Unlike Ji Zhong, Song Wuji, and Adamo, who are the masters of martial arts, Wang Busheng has a different meaning to Dongcang warriors.
Wang Busheng is not a genius in martial arts, he can barely be regarded as an average person. But he was not reconciled to this, and he desperately accepted the tasks of the City Lord's Mansion time and time again in exchange for points. Then I used the points to ask those brothers and sisters who had comprehended advanced martial arts, and wanted to master an advanced martial arts.
You know, even if he desperately took on the task, the points are actually not high.
As for advanced martial arts, even if it is comprehension, how can it be done overnight?
I don't know where I heard that the comprehension of martial arts is the fastest in the battle, so he began to frequent the Lunjiang Pavilion.
Those with good deeds have counted, so far he has officially fought a total of 266 battles in the Lunjiange, and lost all of them!
But he thinks that he just didn't win, as long as he can stand up and challenge again, he won't lose!
Someone persuaded him to find some confident opponents, but he refused. What he wants are those who are similar to his strength, or even higher than him, to be his opponents.
Only such an opponent can force out his potential.
But the price is, no wins!
Therefore, someone gave him the name "Wang Busheng". As time passed, no one remembered his real name.
They only know that there is Ji Zhong in Lunjiange, who has never been defeated;
But as he fell down again and again and stood up again and again, the voices of ridicule gradually decreased, and the voices of cheering and cheering also increased.
You can knock me down, but you can't beat me!
Countless fighters have seen their shadow in Wang Busheng, and they all hope that Wang Busheng can win a victory.
But unfortunately, the natural barrier of strength cannot be made up for by blessings. Even if Wang Busheng has already understood all the martial arts, even if Wang Busheng risked his life trying to master it, it is still hard to win.
Wang Busheng's incident once alarmed the Baizhan Hall. After watching Wang Busheng's battle, a famous Confucian once commented: "The aptitude is mediocre, and it is difficult to have inspiration." If the aura doesn't come, it's almost the end of the world.
In this regard, Wang Busheng's answer is: be prepared to work hard and wait for the coming of the inspiration.
At this time, the wild thunder technique had already hit Wang Busheng in front of him, and the scorching electric light slightly bent the broken hair in front of Wang Busheng's forehead.
"Are you going to lose again?" The warriors around couldn't help but sighed at the same time.
In all living beings, how many geniuses can there be?
At this moment, they are all invincible.
Some female fighters even closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the scene of Wang Busheng falling off the ring after being hit hard.
"Is it still not enough?" Wang Busheng looked at the flashing thunder in front of him, took a deep breath, "Warrior, never admit defeat!"
He circulated the mortal energy all over his body, and when he was about to deliver his final blow, his mind suddenly shook, as if he saw a light!
The ray of light was like a red sun, dispelling the haze in his mind and soul. For a moment, Wang Busheng felt that his mind and soul were extremely clear, and the martial arts knowledge he had mastered in the past flashed before his eyes like a pair of pictures, and finally condensed into a rainbow, lying across his mind and soul.
"This is..." Wang Busheng's eyes moved slightly, and as the phantom of the colorful bridge appeared in his mind, a piece of martial arts information also appeared in his mind.
All this is a long time to say, but it is an instant to the outside world.
"I got it!" Wang Busheng had a look of disbelief on his face, he waited for it! He waited until the arrival of the aura!
At this time, the wild thunder technique had already hit Wang Busheng's body. Under the helpless and worried gaze of the crowd, Wang Busheng suddenly made a weird posture, and the red dust quickly flowed through the veins with the martial arts, There was a strong suction force all over his body.
Under the eyes of everyone, the dazzling Wild Thunder Technique disappeared in Wang Busheng's hand.
"Star-absorbing Dafa?" The little Taoist priest on the opposite side was startled.
"No, it's not the great method of absorbing stars!" The sharp-eyed warrior said, "This is the magic of Beiming!"
But soon Wang Busheng vetoed this statement, and saw that the lightning rod visible to the naked eye quickly circled around Wang Busheng's body, and then shot out from Wang Busheng's other hand.
Wow!
The Man Thunder Technique that had just disappeared reappeared, but this time it rushed towards the Taoist disciples with piercing electric sounds!
"Use the way of the other, and return it to the other!" Someone exclaimed!
"The stars are moving! It's the stars moving!"
At the same time, the Taoist disciples were obviously not prepared enough, so they re-activated the innate purple qi, condensed a lightning technique again, and hit the incoming barbaric lightning technique. The two lightning techniques collided and there was a loud noise. , the Taoist disciple was covered in ragged clothes, half kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. He tried to get up, but couldn't stand up.
Looking at his opponent, Wang Busheng sighed. He overloaded his martial arts and finally made him unable to support himself and fell to the ground.
At this time, Lun Jiange was quiet.
Here, how to judge?
A moment later, a voice came from the Lunjiange: "This battle is a draw!"
"It's a tie!" Suddenly, there was a huge cheer in Lun Jiange, "The king is invincible, it's a tie! This time it's a tie!"
Wang Busheng collapsed on the ring, looking at the ceiling of the Lunjiange, with a bitter face: "Isn't this a 50-50 advanced martial arts?"
"Hey, why is it so difficult to win once?"
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The Hall of Hundred Battles.
Xiang Jixuan stood on the high platform of Baizhan Hall with his hands behind his back, listening to the cheers coming from everywhere in Dongcang City, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
A great Confucianist who has fought many battles walked up to Xiang Jixuan, and said with joy: "There is news from the Martial Academy that nearly half of the students have made breakthroughs."
Xiang Jixuan shook his head: "It's not just Wuyuan, listen to the voice of Dongcang City, and the voice of Daxuan everywhere."
"The master of martial arts has made a breakthrough ~IndoMTL.com~ Martial arts luck has risen again!"
The great Confucianist nodded: "I really envy this group of warriors, who were born in the same era as the master of martial arts."
Xiang Jixuan nodded: "Yes. When the Holy One was there, how many saints came out, and it was those seventy-two disciples and three thousand disciples who laid the foundation of my Confucianism."
"Now, Chen Luo is doing the same thing!"
"Old man, we are witnessing history!"
The Great Confucianist nodded, and together with Xiang Jixuan raised his eyes to look into the distance, there was a round of bright red sun, trying to rise towards Zhongtian.
Among the cheers, Dongcang Wutang's recitation became more determined and high-spirited——
"The red sun is just rising, and its path is bright. The river flows out and flows into the ocean... The future is like the sea, and the future will be long. My young China is beautiful, and the sky is not old! My Chinese youth is strong, and the country has no borders!"
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