"It's unbelievable!"

Yao Xingyuan's eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

How long has it been? Not even two hours, Wang Yong actually figured out a method of exerting strength on his own?

In the past, Yao Xingyuan never believed in any so-called martial arts wizards, but now he has to believe it.

Because the shock that Wang Yong brought him was too great, the whole strength that burst out of the hammer did not look like a novice at all, but like a veteran of Italian boxing, it was extremely natural.

Under the blow, the carving knife also infiltrated into the rock wall little by little, more than twice as fast as Wang Yong's progress before.

This is already an astonishing speed for Wang Yong, who has no dark energy.

"Wizard, wizard......" Yao Xingyuan looked at Wang Yong's figure and muttered.

Soon, he discovers another place that shocks him.

Wang Yong's brows furrowed in pain every time he exerted force, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and the whole person was as if he was drenched in heavy rain. But even so, his swinging of the hammer was not deformed at all, the landing point was extremely accurate, and the force exploded like a cannonball in an instant.

The pain of planting yin qi in the dantian Yao Xingyuan can imagine that Wang Yong endured in this pain for two hours. How affordable is that?

If he didn't know Wang Yong, Yao Xingyuan would really suspect that Wang Yong was a modified humanoid weapon, and his body was full of steel machines.

"Whew", Wang Yong let out a long sigh of relief, and finally stopped moving.

What he carved was a simple skimming, and it took less than half of the two hours to complete. Of course, the depth is only less than twenty centimeters, which is far from comparable to Yao Xingyuan.

"Still can't do it. Wang Yong shook his head, dissatisfied with himself.

didn't know that he had shocked Yao Xingyuan.

"Master Wang, come down and have a bite to eat!" Yao Xingyuan shouted at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong turned his head to see that it was Yao Xingyuan, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Master Yao, you came just in time, I just understood the method of exerting strength, and I don't know if it's right, you give me guidance." ”

As he spoke, Wang Yong gently waved the hammer in his hand, and with a bang, the hammer made a sound on the carving knife.

"The whole force is like swinging a hammer, and the power of the hammer is loose when it cuts through the air, but the moment it touches the carving knife, the power of the hammer bursts out at once. From the handle of the hammer to the head of the hammer, the power is connected and exploded, so that a huge impact is formed. When it is changed to a person, it is the tension of the whole body at a moment when the force is exerted, and the force is concentrated on a certain point. From joints to muscles, from muscles to qi and blood, the unity of thought, breath and strength is embodied. Master Yao, don't you understand that?"

Yao Xingyuan didn't answer.

Because he was stunned.

He vaguely remembered the example of the hammer that his father used when he explained the whole strength to him. I didn't expect Wang Yong to be able to comprehend this truth without anyone's guidance, this guy is really a martial arts wizard!

"Master Yao?" Wang Yong saw that Yao Xingyuan didn't answer, and thought that he had misunderstood.

"Ah, you're right! That's right, that's what the whole effort is, it's not worth it to put it bluntly, but few people can understand it before it says it. Another thing, even if you understand that there is a difference in the power that each person can emit, but ...... like you."

Yao Xingyuan glanced at the handful carved by Wang Yong, paused slightly, and then stretched out his thumb.

"It's just a genius!"

"Really?" Wang Yong laughed a little embarrassedly.

Temporarily stopping the carving, Wang Yong slid down the cliff.

While walking towards the restaurant, Wang Yong discussed his experience with Yao Xingyuan.

"When I was in the army, I once read an academic journal that wrote that the human body has four ways of exerting force. Isolated release, chain multi-muscle group force, multi-muscle group overall force, static muscle control. Troop training generally practices the power of multiple muscle groups in the chain type, and rarely combines with other types of exercises. Now it seems that our ancestors have long understood this, and the so-called rectification is not the combination of static muscle control and the overall force of multiple muscle groups?"

The Tao becomes clearer the more you talk about it, and the same is true of martial arts.

Wang Yong communicated with Yao Xingyuan along the way, and in an instant, his understanding of the whole force became clearer.

Rectification is the inevitable premise of practicing dark energy, and dark energy will naturally be born when you practice it at home. Wang Yong is a little eager to practice again now, and he has to hurry up to practice his dark energy.

After a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry, Wang Yong returned to the cliff and continued to practice.

So the boring sound of Qiqi spread throughout the entire Heavenly Will Martial Arts Hall, and it took four or five hours to practice.

At this time, it was close to the middle of the night, and the people in the Heavenly Providence Martial Arts Hall had fallen asleep. Yao Xingyuan also went to sleep after watching for a while.

Wang Yong is like the stonemason who chiseled the mountain in ancient times, digging on the mountain wall day and night.

Bell, bell, bell......

A loud sound dissipated in the night wind, and a big blood blister grinded out from the palm of Wang Yong's hand, and the slightest movement was a pain in his heart. The blood blisters gradually wore away from the shock of the carving knife, and became more painful.

But Wang Yong seemed to have no feeling, and he was still meticulously tapping.

Swinging the hammer and dropping the hammer, two simple actions ran through Wang Yong's whole night, just like those craftsmen who chiseled from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain thousands of years ago, and used manpower to chisel out a ladder to the sky.

One night passed, and everyone in the Heavenly Providence Martial Arts Hall fell asleep under the sound of Wang Yong's knocking and woke up again.

No one knows how long Wang Yong lasted and whether he slept in the middle. All they know is that the sound is loud when they fall asleep, and it is still loud when they wake up.

It's hard to imagine that this is something that someone who was seriously injured just a few days ago could do.

When!

Suddenly, there was a sound of gold and iron falling from the cliff, but Wang Yong finally couldn't support it and fell asleep in the sunrise.

Just like that, with a rope tied around his waist, he hung in the air and fell asleep.

In the dream, Wang Yong is still carving, day after day, year after year, as if he has entrusted his entire life to this.

But what made him anxious was that he couldn't chisel a complete word, just like the cliff wall was made of alloy, and he couldn't cut through it at all.

"How can this be?" Wang Yong was anxious and irritable in his dream.

"Because you're not murderous. A voice rang out, far and near.

Wang Yong searched everywhere for the source of the sound, but could not find it.

"Murderous spirit? I have, I've killed a lot of enemies. Wang Yong muttered to himself.

"Hmph, you are also called murderous! Anyone can kill people, do you dare to kill God?" the voice sounded again.

"Kill God?" Wang Yong was stunned.

How is this possible? What is the sky? It's just a cloud of air, how can you kill it?

I wanted to ask clearly, but the voice refused to appear again.

Wang Yong became more and more anxious, eager to throw away the hammer in his hand and never do such a boring thing again.

At this moment, a flash of light flashed in Wang Yong's mind. He suddenly understood what the voice meant.

The murderous aura that can kill God is indeed there, Wang Yong has not only seen it, but also seen a lot!

The booklet I picked up in the ancestral hall of the old mansion at the beginning, the handwriting in it was as cold as a sword, piercing the sky, wasn't it killing God?

At that time, Wang Yong was still so frightened by that strong murderous aura that he sat down on the ground and didn't dare to look at it anymore.

Now that I think about it, that kind of murderous aura represents the ultimate realm of killing, and all things are extinguished.

And Wang Yong wants to chisel through this stone wall, what he lacks is this murderous aura!

Wang Yong, who was suddenly enlightened, raised his hammer and struck it hard......

"Ouch!" Wang Yong suddenly screamed and woke up.

When I saw it, the hammer in my hand fell, and I just used my fist as a hammer in my dream and smashed it on my other hand.

However, the perception in the dream made Wang Yong extremely excited, and he picked up the fallen hammer in a slippery manner.

Returning to the cliff face, silently recalling the feeling of watching the booklet at the beginning, simulating the murderous aura that is enough to pierce the sky. In an instant, Wang Yong's momentum mobilized and became murderous.

The thick killing machine was locked in Wang Yong's body, containing it but not sending it, like that booklet. If you don't open the title page, you'll never know that there is such a ferocity hidden in it.

The hammer was held high by Wang Yong, drawing a graceful arc in the air, like a bend of moonlight.

Clang!

The hammer landed on the carving knife and suddenly burst into a loud sound, like thunder. The murderous intent that Wang Yong held in his mouth rushed out in an instant, and all of them poured into the stone wall.

Click, click...... The gravel fell, and Wang Yong's knife penetrated twenty centimeters!

You must know that it took Wang Yong a whole night to knock down so much. Now it's just a knife, and it's done to the extent that it can only be done in one night!

"Okay, good, good! This is the dark energy, I understand!" Wang Yong was overjoyed and struck while the iron was hot.

Swinging the hammer again and again, the carving knife slashed across the rock wall, each twenty centimeters deep. After a while, when Wang Yong's physical strength was exhausted, there was a big word "kill" on the cliff.

The iron hook is silver, and the breath is like a knife, just looking at it makes me tremble, as if there is really a murderous aura in the words.

"It's done!" Wang Yong laughed, venting his frustration all night.

At the same time, Wang Yong only felt a violent colic coming from the dantian, as if there were soldiers waving inside, and the two hostile armies had chosen his dantian as the battlefield and were wantonly destroying.

Colic is painful, but it doesn't last long. It took less than ten seconds to disappear.

Instead, Wang Yong let out a loud stinky fart.

Slightly embarrassed, Wang Yong immediately burst out laughing.

He knew very well what this fart meant, it meant that the yin qi that Sun Zanglong had planted in his body had been dissolved!

"Hmph, Sun Zanglong, you must not have thought that the trap you set with all your might is just a fart, right?" Wang Yong snorted coldly and said.

The dark energy was cultivated, and the yin qi of the dantian was dissolved again, and Wang Yong only felt complacent. I was about to let out a long howl to express my emotions, when I suddenly heard a voice behind me.

dignified and serious, but it is Yao Xingyuan.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried. Today, who has a grievance? With such a chilling murderous intention, it seems that you have grievances in your heart and grievances in your chest!"

Yao Xingyuan saw through the killing intent in Wang Yong's lettering at a glance and expressed Wang Yong's intentions.

More than a dozen brothers died tragically one after another, and he also bore injustices, can Wang Yong have no grievances in his chest? !

"Jin Ou has been lacking and must always be filled, and he dares to sacrifice his life for the country. "Wang Yong looked into the distance with hatred on his face, his eyes were like a sword.