"Qi and blood transport?"

Li Xing threw his fists and kicked, trying to feel the feeling of qi and blood running in his body, and after trying for a while, he didn't feel anything.

Is it because the effect of the first level is still too weak......

After thinking about it, Li Xing used the movements in the fighting technique.

That's when he finally noticed a concrete change.

When he used the action in the martial arts, he could clearly feel the qi and blood surging and converging in the direction of the fist, and with the change of movements, the direction of the flow of qi and blood was also changing.

Li Xing found that the movements he made in this way carried an indescribable sense of coordination, making every punch he punched and every kick he kicked much stronger than the punches and kicks he made casually.

The punches and kicks that he had played indiscriminately were only limited to one punch and one kick, and the movements of the fighting arts, through the transportation of qi and blood, made him gather the strength of his whole body as much as possible with every punch and kick, and then concentrate on it.

"It turns out that this is the role of qi and blood transport......

Li Xing understood the role of qi and blood transportation - by carrying qi and blood, the scattered power of the body can be better concentrated, so that the fists and feet can exert stronger power.

"Furci's state should also be a method of transporting qi and blood, but it is more advanced than this. ”

Li Xing remembered the strange state of his whole body flushed when Furci was defending him yesterday.

The higher the level of qi and blood transport, the more power it can concentrate, Li Xing carelessly estimated, now that the qi and blood transport level is at the first level, he can probably mobilize one to two percent of the strength of the whole body.

But Li Xing soon noticed a problem, that is, he had to use this set of fighting techniques to carry the effect of qi and blood, but when it came to the real battle, it was difficult to make these movements.

"It's ...... proficiency is too low"

After a little thought, Li Xing quickly understood.

Although the martial arts are simple, he can only be regarded as entering the hall at most now, and when he has practiced to the point where he has perfected and even mastered it, he will naturally be able to easily integrate these movements into his fists and feet.

In that case, keep practicing.

After looking at the time, Li Xing began to practice boring martial arts again.

............

At 9:40 p.m., in the western suburbs of Thimphu City, outside an abandoned factory.

On the wide highway, a taxi with high beams drove far away,

Outside the gate of the factory, a burly and strong figure stood quietly, like a statue.

The taxi stopped, the door opened, and Li Xing stepped out of it.

"Take it. Furci handed him what he was holding.

Li Xing took it and saw that it was a pale gelatinous mask, with a blank on it, as if he had found a piece of white paper and cut it into an oval, leaving only two thumb-sized holes for his eyes.

There is nothing above the pale mask, but it gives people an inexplicable absurd and strange feeling.

"What is this for?" Li Xing raised his eyebrows.

"Don't underestimate Marcus' chase order. Fudge took Li Xing to the gate of the factory, "You are not a member of the Scorpion Society, in order to avoid some unnecessary trouble, it is better to bring this." ”

Li Xing understood that although the scorpion and Marcus would be mortal enemies, they would not have unnecessary conflicts with Marcus for the sake of senseless people.

And he's obviously the one who's senseless.

It's okay to box, and it's safe and conceited.

As he walked, he put the pale mask on his face, and Li Xing found that it was more comfortable than he imagined, but the ventilation was not very good, and his vision was also affected.

Of course, these problems cannot be avoided as long as it is a full-cover mask, and Li Xing does not care.

The factory in front of me has obviously been abandoned for a long time, the weeds in the corners of the wall have grown more than a meter high, the steel mesh of the fence has long become tattered, and the wall skin has fallen off in many places, forming the marks of time.

Although it has been abandoned for a long time, a large number of vehicles are parked in the open space in the factory, and from time to time with the roar of the engine, new vehicles are added.

Li Xing noticed that around the factory, there were many big men patrolling around, and a lot of surveillance cameras were also installed.

All the people who arrived went directly into the largest factory in the middle, and there were two big men standing at the entrance, charging the entrance fee.

Fuqi didn't go there, but took Li Xing to a small gate of the factory, which was also guarded, and after seeing Fuqi, he just asked Li Xing's identity behind him, so he directly retreated to the side.

In the hallway, a loud noise can be heard in front of you.

The two of them came to a large room, with a sofa and a TV, and bright lighting, which seemed to be an office.

"Your first one is at half past ten. ”

Furci said: "There will be a radio announcement to inform you when the time comes, go out and walk down the corridor to the ring." I still have something to do, go get busy. ”

Li Xing waved his hand, indicating that there was no problem.

"That's right. Walking to the door, Furci stopped and said, "Newcomers are replaced by numbers, your number is 014, remember it." ”

With that, he closed the door.

After closing the door, before the footsteps had gone far, there was a sound outside the door, and Foxy seemed to have met someone.

Frowning and listening for a while, it turned out that several fighters had approached Furch for his room.

This room was originally their exclusive resting place, but today it was arranged by Fuqi to Li Xing alone, and they were squeezed together with ordinary fighters, so they came over for this.

Li Xing opened the door, and there were three people standing in front of Fox, all with boxer-specific straps on their hands.

"Is that him, my lord?"

Seeing Li Xing's appearance, the yellow-haired fist at the leader pointed at him and said loudly.

Inexplicably being pointed at him, no one will be in a good mood, Li Xing frowned slightly, and said loudly: "What's wrong?"

"It's fine," Fox replied.

He looked at the three of them coldly and said, "You three, are you questioning my arrangement?"

The three fighters immediately turned red and did not dare to refute.

The yellow-haired boxer's face turned red: "My lord, he's just a newcomer......"

Syllable!

The sound of Li Xing closing the door.

Interrupted by this way, the yellow-haired fighter suddenly became furious, and was about to explode when a cold snort from Foxy was heard in his ears.

He hung his head and clenched his fists.

In the room, Li Xing looked at the time, moved his hands and feet, and continued to practice martial arts.

Forty minutes later, he stopped practicing.

After a five-minute break, his number finally appeared on the radio, and Li Xing got up and walked out of the door.

At the end of the hallway, I pushed open the heavy fire door, and a loud and violent noise came to my face.

The not very spacious factory was crowded with more than 200 spectators at the moment, both men and women, dressed in different costumes, shouting wildly into the ring.

Some cheered, some roared, and some cursed and vented in vicious language.

It is the winners who cheer, and the gamblers who fail to place bets are the ones who shout and curse.

A manic breath surged in the air.

Madness and depression are the main themes here.

Looking at the ring, a stout white man was being carried down from above, with a black unidentified object stuck in his right temple, apparently dead and unable to die again.

"Next fight, Fighter Locke vs. Fighter 014!"