Three people, six eyes, stared at the fist mark together, I don't know how long. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Finally, Huo Jing seemed to be a little unable to bear it, stretched out his hand, and gently placed it on the side of the fist print.

"Be careful!" Huo Zongtang woke up like a dream and hurriedly reminded her!

But the reminder still seems a little slower. As soon as Huo Jing's hand touched the edge of the fist print, it was like being struck by lightning, and his whole hand bounced up and retracted violently, and his face changed greatly!

"Ahh

She frowned, a pained look on her face. Looking at the hand that had just touched the fist print, I saw that several fingers were already dripping with blood, as if they had been cut by a sharp knife.

"This, how can this be ......" Huo Jing's face turned pale.

"It's a punch. A fist formed by the condensation of fist power and internal qi. Low-level fists are just like needles and nails, hurting people's skin in hand-to-hand combat. But the high-level fist is like an invisible sword, which can hurt people in the air. Huo Wolf said with a calm face.

Huo Jing looked at his hand in surprise, and then at the fist mark on the stone.

"This ...... This punch just cuts my skin, is it just a low-level punch? Or is it that Huo Yuanjia's ancestor deliberately left his strength? ”

Huo Zongtang handed her a handkerchief. "It's been at least two or three hours since Master Zu punched out. The fist can stay in the air for such a long time, do you say that this fist is not low-level? ”

Huo Jing thought about it for a while, and his face became even paler.

After Huo Jing was injured by the fist left on the fist print, the courtyard fell silent again.

Huo Wolf stood closest to the fist print, staring at the fist mark without moving his eyes. In the dark pupils, there is a kind of stoic and persevering spirit of a lone wolf tracking its prey.

Huo Jing covered her injured hand while frowning slightly to observe the fist print, her eyes moving over and over again on the fist print, as if she was measuring and outlining the appearance of the fist mark with her eyes.

Huo Zongtang sometimes looked at the fist prints, sometimes looked up at the sky, and sometimes looked down at his fists, his face full of confusion and doubt.

Before you know it, it's getting dark.

And so the day passed.

Even when food was brought to them, they barely noticed it in their deep thinking. It was only when I was extremely hungry that I grabbed a few steamed buns and stuffed them into my stomach.

Even in the process of eating, several people had a frowning and thoughtful expression.

Early in the morning, when Huo Yuanjia said that he would give them three days to enlighten the Dao, they still felt that it was an exaggeration. What do you have to realize that it takes three days and three nights?

But now it seems that they feel that Huo Yuanjia has given too little time.

Three days later, I have to tell Huo Yuanjia that I have realized the Dao, and this time is too urgent!

Therefore, on the first night, the three of them did not sleep at all, and sat cross-legged near the boulder, silently meditating.

The moonlight was cold, and the three teenagers in the quiet courtyard seemed to have turned into three stone statues.

In the early morning of the second day, perhaps in order to test their minds and spirits, a light rain began to fall in the sky.

On the blue brick floor, on the boulder, and on the surrounding potted plants, there is a layer of oily water, faint and clear.

In the early morning of this day, Huo Wolf was the first to finish meditating. He stood up and reached for the fist mark on the stone. After touching it nine times in a row, he seemed to have an understanding, but he fell into a deeper confusion, and he paced up and down the yard in a reluctant way.

Huo Jing finished meditating for the second time. She used the hand she had injured yesterday to touch the deep fist marks again. In the process of stroking, her face was cloudy, and her wet hair was attached to her forehead, which made her look a little pitiful. But she didn't know it at all, just immersed in an inexplicable feeling.

But after her hand had been on the fist print for a while, she suddenly retracted it like a pinprick in her hand. "Shhh

I don't know why, the hand that was stabbed by the fist yesterday seems to be more painful today when I touch the fist mark than yesterday. Deep into the bone marrow.

Huo Wolf raised his head and looked at her suddenly, with a hint of clarity in his eyes, but there were still endless doubts and confusion.

The last person to reach out and touch the fist print was Huo Zongtang.

The first time he touched the fist print, his fingertips clearly felt a feeling of swimming on the blade, like the strongest edge, if it was against the skin, if he was not careful, he would be cut.

The Great Grandmaster is the Great Grandmaster, and his strength is too strong!

The punch that came out a whole day ago, after a day and a night, and after the washing of the rain, the remaining punch is still so powerful!

Huo Zongtang closed his eyes, and his fingers rubbed on the fist marks little by little. He wanted to touch every corner of the fist print with his skin.

He wants to find out the depth of the fist print, he wants to feel the traces of muscle and bone action left on the fist print, and he also wants to use the fist mark to push back Huo Yuanjia's posture, movement, strength, and skills...... and the mysteries behind it.

He always had a question in his heart: Why did Huo Yuanjia throw two punches? Why do two punches hit in the same place to form a fist mark with overlapping fist prints? Is there a difference between these two punches?

His eyes were closed, and his fingers caressed the fist prints with great affection. It's like...... Stroking his lover's hand.

It wasn't until he didn't know how long later he suddenly felt the touch of a fist under his fingertips...... Something seems to be different? This is...... The strength and punch that was hidden by the fist marks of the last punch?

His heart moved!

It turned out that Huo Yuanjia's two punches were really different!

Someone suddenly pulled his sleeve, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out to be Huo Jing. Huo Jing handed him a clean handkerchief, which turned out to be the handkerchief that Huo Zongtang had given her to stop bleeding before.

Huo Jing took the handkerchief and pointed to Huo Zongtang's hand. Huo Zongtang turned his head to look, only to find that his hand had also been ground bloodstained by his fist.

He smiled at Huo Jing and shook his head to indicate that it didn't matter. Huo Jing snorted and pursed her mouth slightly.

The courtyard fell silent again.

At dusk on this day, Huo Zongtang, who was in a state of semi-idiotism, began to circle around the boulder unconsciously. But when he looked up and caught a glimpse of the back of the boulder, his eyes widened!

"This ...... What's going on! ”

This sound woke up Huo Jing and Huo Wolf, who were also thinking hard, and both of them walked quickly to watch.

I saw that behind the wet boulder, there was also a fist mark at this time!

The size and appearance of this fist mark are almost exactly the same as the front fist print, except that the front fist mark is deeply embedded in the stone, while the reverse fist mark floats on the surface of the stone like a watermark.

The three of them looked at each other, then fell silent again.

Punch strength!

Huo Yuanjia's fist strength is too strong! After one punch, the strength actually burst out from the other side through the stone! This principle is the same as the force of writing through the back of the paper, it is really magical!

Imagine that if such a punch does not fall on a stone, but on a person, what will happen to the person's inner bones and viscera?

The three of them stared at the fist watermark on the back, and from time to time they stretched out their hands to figure it out, as if they had a new understanding. (To be continued.) )