The rain became more and more urgent, Wang Yong's fist became faster and faster, and the song "Providence Like a Knife" sung in his mouth became more and more high-pitched.

The sound of the rain became Wang Yong's accompaniment, and the sound of the fist breaking through the air became Wang Yong's self-applause.

In this vast rain, Wang Yong is like a mud man bursting out of mud, defying the power of heaven and earth, letting the rain pour on his body, pouring away layers of self-protection disguises.

Only that sharp heart remains.

Wang Yong has never beaten a set of punches so heartily, but he feels that all the cells in his body are jumping, echoing the majestic rain.

One move and one style seem to automatically bring the power of heaven and earth, Wang Yong is the knife that executes the will of heaven, and vents the power of Huanghuang Tianwei in the world.

Xingyi, Baji, Baguazhang......

All kinds of boxing techniques that Wang Yong has learned have been practiced by him, and the raindrops around him are flying wildly, like a car wheel throwing out muddy water. Every punch had a faint sound of wind and thunder whistling in Wang Yong's body, resonating with Wang Yong's chest, and once suppressed the sound of the rain hitting the eaves.

Haw Par Thunder Sound.

This is not an ordinary tiger and leopard thunder sound, but similar to the thunder sound after the heart of the king of soldiers was launched.

Only when Wang Yong sent troops to the king's mind would a tsunami-like sound erupt in his body. But now Wang Yong didn't use any heart at all, but there was the roar of mountains and rivers bursting embankments in his body.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, people will think that this is the original sound of wind and rain.

The yard of the old house is all paved with bluestone slabs, one meter square, one finger thick, and covered with moss. When it is poured by rain, the slate becomes slippery.

Wang Yong walked on the stone slab but was as steady as Mount Tai, and the soles of his feet seemed to be glued together with the stone slab, and only when he raised his feet could he see a puddle of water.

Poof, poof, poof......

Wang Yong walked out of a circle of innate gossip along the bluestone slab in an unconscious state.

In Chinese Kung Fu, Bagua is a guiding philosophy that is difficult to avoid in all Kung Fu. It's not just Baguazhang.

Bang!

Another thunderclap exploded in the air, and the purple electric cable burst out, like a giant dragon circling for a long time.

Through the glimmer of thunder, you can just see that there is a pothole left in the place where Wang Yong stepped on.

A pothole the size of Wang Yong's footprints.

Wang Yong is like an unsheathed sword, releasing the accumulated killing intent to the fullest. The more rain pours, the more it grows.

The booklet of "Biography" and Yin Xia's tune became the inducement, inducing Wang Yong to vent his violence like a madman.

The heart and the body are compatible, and the body and the mind are compatible. The body and mind are perfectly integrated, Wang Yong doesn't feel that he is controlling his muscles at all, and the punches that he throws out can swing the raindrops.

It is as if I have entered a mysterious realm, as long as my mind moves, the power will naturally burst out. The power is greater than the deliberate one.

Wang Yong suddenly thought of the half-step collapse fist that Ye Walnut said.

In the dark and cold prison in my mind, a big man with a disheveled hair wearing shackles was persistently practicing boxing.

One step, two steps, because of the shackles of the shackles, the pace can never be taken away. If you can't take a step, you won't be able to reach your waist strength. If the waist strength is not reached, how can you hit a lethal punch?

The big man thought hard and failed repeatedly. At last he became furious, and the shackles were rattled by him, and his earth-shattering roar echoed throughout the prison.

Bang!

Suddenly, a short but powerful fist exploded in the air, and the violent explosion made the big man stunned.

But it was a punch he inadvertently took a half-step. The explosive power of this punch is even greater than that of his own without shackles!

So Dahan tried again. Take a step, put out your right fist, only half a step, and there was another explosion in the air. He took another step and threw his left fist, and there was another explosion. Left and right, left and right, the small prison cell suddenly seemed to be bursting with cannons, and the sound of bouncing was incessant, and the whole room reverberate.

The big man withdrew his hand and turned back. A smile appeared on his face full of stubble, and then slowly disappeared into Wang Yong's fantasy.

Leaving only a name to be desired.

Guo Yunshen.

Wang Yong's movements suddenly stopped, standing in the rain and staring ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

A few minutes later, I suddenly saw his whole body tremble, like a big yellow dog in the water shaking its hair, and in an instant, all parts of his body were moved, shaking a burst of raindrops.

Followed by the raindrops, there was also a collapse fist from Wang Yong, as fast as a meteor, as fast as a galloping horse, and it actually formed a side-by-side trend with the raindrops. As soon as the punch went out, I heard the sound explode, shattering a curtain of rain.

Push the ground with your left foot and follow with your right foot, so that your left foot is always in front and your right foot is behind. Wang Yong's left and right fists were launched in turn, and the two punches were one out and one in, one after another, like a whizzing arrow.

The fist is issued from the chest and abdomen of the middle plate, its shape is short, and its force is fierce, like a collapsing arrow piercing the heart, like a landslide and the earth cracking. The power that burst out of it actually compared to this thunderstorm.

Bang bang bang!

The small courtyard was full of explosions, and those who didn't know it thought that someone was setting off thunder.

Wang Yong rushed forward with one punch after another, and he didn't know how many collapse punches he had made in total. Suddenly, there was no way to the grape trellis.

"Hah!"

Exhaling and making a sound, Wang Yong's footsteps were fixed on a bluestone slab in front of the grape trellis. The final collapse punch was also delivered at the same time.

Crashing fists are like arrows, and it's too slow to knock them down. Wang Yong's last punch almost condensed all the strength in his body, and he really achieved the feeling of pulling a big bow and shooting heavy arrows, and as soon as the bowstring was pulled away, the arrows flew out.

With a boom, it exploded in the air.

Click!

The raindrops in front of Wang Yong's fist were unexpectedly blown out with a punch, like a bullet out of the chamber, splashing on the vine. The old vine, which had grown for more than ten years, was already the size of a child's arm, and was shot by this sudden raindrop, and suddenly made a crisp sound, and it broke apart from it.

There are more than a dozen tiny holes in the vine, all of which are left by raindrops.

"It's ...... Dark energy?!"

Wang Yong stared blankly at the broken vine and was stunned.

He couldn't have imagined that this last punch would actually hit the dark energy he had dreamed of!

From feeling the killing intent in the ancient books to listening to Yin Xia's tunes, from boxing in the rain to imitating Guo Yunshen to create a half-step collapse boxing scene, Wang Yong seemed to be a matter of course, combing the fist strength in his body smoothly, and finally blasted open the door of dark energy with a fierce and unscrupulous collapse fist.

Wang Yong's eyes instantly lit up with a bright light, and he grinned like a fool.

"This day is finally here!" Wang Yong roared in the wind and rain.

In response, God thundered again.

Thinking carefully about the situation when the dark energy was emitted just now, Wang Yong was like an underground miner who had seen the light of day again, and he had a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

"It turns out that the Ming Jin practice method is to train the strength of the whole body to a little section, and then it is difficult to mention it when you go to the middle section, so the whole thing is sent to a little section. It focuses on the outer triad, the combination of hands and feet and eyes, where the eyes see, where the hands and feet hit, and the hand vibrates the joints, so there is a sound. The dark energy is to concentrate the energy to the middle section, like the barrel of a muffler installed, the sound channel is lengthened, so it is silent. To put it bluntly, the practice of Ming Jin is the practice of force, and the strength can be played, which is the Ming Jin stage, that is, the beginner stage. Practicing to the peak is nothing more than squeezing the bone power to the limit, and then going down, but there is no way. At this time, you need to practice the Fa secretly, intentionally without force. It's just that the specific meaning is still a little vague. ”

Wang Yong muttered to himself, trying to sum up the experience of playing dark energy just now.

If you can sum up that moment of inspiration, Wang Yong can really enter the realm of dark energy, not this kind of half-baked dark energy player who has only punched once.

The rain is getting heavier again. Wang Yong remained motionless, letting the rain fall on his body, his body constantly changing movements, still struggling to find that flash of aura......

I don't know how long it took for the rain to finally stop.

The old grape trellis interrupted by Wang Yong was obviously a little wilted, and the leaves were drooping down.

But don't worry, this old tree is like a sperm. As long as the wound is properly repaired, it will grow together on its own within a few days.

This is the self-healing ability of plants that have lived for more than ten years, and people also have it.

Wang Yong forgot when he returned to the house, so he fell asleep with the old cushion on the bed.

When I woke up, I felt cold to the bone.

"Ahh

Don't dare to get sick at this juncture, tomorrow will be the time for the competition. If you get sick, you will have to become a sick cat even if you are as strong as a tiger. What's more, Wang Yong is not a tiger yet.

Standing up and beating the Taiyi mixed yuan pile, he felt a hot vapor steaming up in his body, and Wang Yong called it a day.

The advantage of Taiyi mixed element pile is here, which can mobilize the vitality of the human body at the fastest speed and enhance the resistance of the human body.

This is also a fitness pile method that Taoism is currently focusing on promoting to the world. Of course, the part of the technique is hidden by the Taoists.

Like the ones that Wang Yong taught Zhong Xin before, they are just some skins. No matter how advanced it is, Wang Yong himself will not.

Seeing that the sky was already bright outside, Wang Yong was ready to return to Tiantai. There was a car at half past six in the morning, and it would be late in the afternoon.

Turning around and walking into the ancestral hall, Wang Yong respectfully kowtowed ten more heads.

"Grandpa, I don't have time to go to your grave to see it today. When you have some time to spare, you will definitely come back to visit your old man's grave. If you lack anything, tell me in your dreams. I'll do it. By the way, Senior Brother Qin Zhen wrote out the "Xue Zang" according to your instructions, and next time I will bring a book to burn for you, you can give him an axe. ”

Wang Yong muttered.

After that, get up and leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the pamphlet on the altar, and his heart moved to take it with him.

But for some reason, there was always a sense of fear in my heart, as if I would suffer if I took that thing. made Wang Yong give up this idea.

Reluctantly walked out of the old house, Wang Yong got on the long-distance bus back to Tiantai City.

In the car, Wang Yong edited the lyrics he thought of last night and sent them to Yin Xia.

I thought that Yin Xia must not have woken up so early, but who knew that within five minutes of sending it, Yin Xia's text message was replied.

"Surprise! Mr. Wang, you really surprise me! I like the lyrics very much, I will make a small sample immediately, you will be the first to audition!"

God rewards hard work, this sentence is indeed true. It is no accident that Yin Xia can become popular, how many children can get up at six o'clock in the morning to work and study this year?

It's like a well-known football star when answering a reporter's question.

The reporter asked him why he was able to succeed. The star asked the reporter if he knew what it was like at four o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles.

The reporter shook his head.

The star said, "I know. I know what every day looks like. ”

This is hard work, something that a talent can't give you.