Martial Cultivator Chapter 2: Mingjin

"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen..."

"Seventeen, eighteen..."

"Twenty rings! Twenty vibrations have been made, and there is no break in between!"

"Is this a standard Ming Jin martial artist?"

"Wang An is really lucky..."

All the alternate arresters surrounded Wang An, counting in a relay manner. While they were talking, they could not hide the look of envy on their faces.

Like Wang An, they were exposed to Big Gun Fist for the first time today.

Now, they can't even complete this set of boxing skills, but Wang An has directly developed Ming Jin, how can they not be envious?

A layman sees the excitement, an expert sees the door.

In the eyes of old detective Cui Yong, Wang Anyun's boxing technique has changed from the initial jerky to the current level of proficiency.

To achieve such a transformation, Wang Anlong only practiced Daqiang Quan less than six times!

In the Nanping Yamen, Zheng Baotou, who was the fastest to master the big gun boxing, had practiced it a full eighteen times!

No matter how simple Daqiang Fist is, it is still a boxing technique in the power-refining realm.

Wang An mastered it in just six times. How much talent does he have in martial arts?

The most terrifying thing is that he practiced the big gun boxing six times in a row without any fatigue!

The realm of refining strength is to completely refine the essence hidden in the body into the muscles, so that it can be continuously accumulated and turned into internal energy.

In the Nanping Yamen, the tallest and strongest Iron Inspector ate thirty kilograms of meat a day, and the energy he produced could only allow him to practice the Big Gun Fist ten times in a row.

Wang An has a tall and thin body and does not look like he has strong energy, but he can easily practice the big gun fist six times in a row, which is somewhat contrary to common sense.

"You are truly gifted!" Cui Yong's limited knowledge prevented him from identifying the source of this unconventional situation, so he had no choice but to attribute everything to Wang An's gift and praised. .

Wang An heard everyone's comments and admirations.

He seems to be immersed in a state of total selflessness, practicing boxing over and over again, but in fact, he is so clear inside that no words from the outside world can hide it from him.

It's just that the current situation is a bit strange, and he can't help but be immersed in it, trying to figure it out, and he doesn't want to stop.

Practicing boxing over and over again made Wang An understand that the sounds he heard and the pictures he saw were not hallucinations.

I have really awakened my ‘strongest body’!

Now that I can quickly understand the big gun boxing and practice it six times in a row without getting tired, it is the result of my strongest body.

And its function goes far beyond that.

Through continuous practice and the contraction of muscles, Wang An discovered that the effect of practicing Daqiang Quan once by himself may be equivalent to the effect of practicing three or five times by others!

This may be the reason why I can quickly develop Ming Jin and quickly become proficient in Daqianquan.

Wang An is not sure yet.

More experiments and comparisons are needed to finalize this matter.

He slowly closed his fist, feeling the heat spreading through the hundreds of muscles around his body, moistening everything silently.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling weak all over and your legs are shaking?" Cui Yong observed Wang An carefully and asked immediately when he saw his eyes clear again.

Wang An felt a movement in his heart, and quickly trembled the muscles in his legs and calves, pretending that his legs were weak, and said in embarrassment: "My legs are weak, and my stomach is very empty.

Second Grandpa, does practicing Daqiang Quan cost so much? ”

Seeing this, Mr. Cui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If this kid can practice the Big Gun Fist seven times in a row and he still looks like a normal person, then he has to do some research on what this kid is made of.

But now his legs are weak and his legs are fighting. He knows that practicing the Big Spear Fist seven times in a row will take a lot of energy from him.

This is still within the normal range.

"Hmph! After all, Daqiang Fist is a boxing technique that can produce bright energy. Normal people can practice it at most twice a day. You have practiced it seven times in a row and you can still stand up now. It is already very good!" Cui Yong said sternly. Face, reprimanded Wang Andao.

When Wang An heard this, his legs softened and he sat down on the ground. He said with a bitter face: "Second Grandpa, once you say that, I can't stand up either."

His reaction was mainly to cover up his too eye-catching performance just now.

Just now I noticed that the eyes of several colleagues looking at me were completely different from before.

There is even a third part of envy that cannot be hidden.

Seeing that he had come to his senses, these colleagues also turned away, and for a while no one took the initiative to talk to him.

While Zui was 'showing weakness' and deliberately looking ugly, the faces of his colleagues gradually became better.

Someone started joking with Wang An: "Wang An, your physical strength is so poor, what will you do if you get a wife in the future?"

"You kid, you don't know how to control yourself. Are your legs weak now?"

"Go, go, go!" Wang An interrupted everyone's teasing with a smile.

While Cui Yong watched their laughter gradually subsided, he glanced at everyone and warned: "Like Wang An's situation today, he didn't stop practicing boxing for a while, which led to great consumption of himself.

Fortunately, his legs were weak and his stomach was empty. He could eat more meat and drink a few tonics to recover.

Some people continue to practice boxing, and they may even lose their energy and become basically damaged!

When this happens, life span will be shortened. For people who can live to be fifty or sixty years old, it is not uncommon for people to lose ten or twenty years of life!

You must remember this, otherwise it will be too late to regret it if your life is shortened in the future! ”

"Yes!" Everyone responded one after another.

Wang An also nodded, thoughtfully.

The weakness in his legs and the emptiness in his belly were all his own fault.

In fact, Wang An felt that he was full of energy and could practice the big gun boxing about ten times more.

Does practicing boxing by yourself not consume energy?

What are the other mysteries of the strongest body?

"Okay, today I have taught you the Daqiang Fist. Whether you can rely on it to develop Mingjin depends on you." Cui Yong looked at everyone and said with a smile, " The day after tomorrow is the appointment test for Nanping City and the counties under its jurisdiction.

Your ranking in the test will naturally determine your future.

The top ten can directly stay in Nanping Yamen as agents. The top three will get bonuses from the Yamen.

If you want to win the lottery or be in the top ten, you have to work harder and get it based on your ability! ”

Everyone was silent when they heard this, but there were expressions of eagerness on their faces.

Wang An directly practiced Ming Jin today, which stimulated many colleagues, making them think that what Wang An can do, they should also be able to do it themselves.

Right now, everyone is holding back their energy and plans to practice Daqiang immediately when they go back. If they develop their energy as soon as possible, they can also get a good rank in the job examination!

"Let's disperse!" Seeing that everyone was aroused to fight, Cui Yong's smile grew stronger and he waved his hand to let everyone disperse.

At this time, Wang An stretched out his hand, gestured to Cui Yong, and said: "Second Grandpa, the last move of this big spear fist is called the Stone Breaking Spear. After practicing for a long time, can it really break stones with the inner strength? ”

"Stone-breaking gun?" Cui Yong was stunned.

Other candidate agents were also very interested in this question and looked at Cui Yong with bated breath.

Cui Yong suddenly stood up and stood like a straight big gun. Then he twisted his waist, mobilized more than a hundred muscles in his body, and punched the stone pier next to him!

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and cracks suddenly appeared on the stone pier!

"Are you talking about breaking stones like this?" Cui Yong took back his hand, satisfied with his punch, nodded secretly, and then said to Wang An, "When you use the big gun fist, every punch They can mobilize more than a hundred muscles to contract at the same time, and they can cause as much damage as I did.

Or, cultivating the second level of dark strength will also have the same effect. ”

Wang An looked at the cracked stone pier and thought of the image of the figure smashing a mountain into pieces with one punch. He couldn't help but ask: "What if a mountain was shattered into powder with one punch?" What kind of martial arts training is required?"

"Break mountains with a fist?" Cui Yong's cloudy eyes flashed with light, and then dimmed, "I have been practicing boxing for decades, and I have never heard of any martial artist who can break mountains with a fist.

Maybe there was in the past.

Taoism or Buddhism have such methods.

But can we warriors be able to reach such high places? ”