Chapter 162: The third layer of the eight-step dragon duel
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It seems that the Thousand Battles Academy has completely shaken off the shadow of the last invasion, everything is back on track, and the students who aspire to be powerful are still full of enthusiasm.
Only when the students passed by the six-way intersection and could see the spirit monument standing next to the gate of the Thousand Battles Academy from afar, a trace of grief flashed in their eyes.
The thousands of red-clothed fighting spirits knelt around the spirit monument every day as if they were worshipping, kneeling for a whole day, and only at night could they get up and go to their own makeshift residence to rest.
As for why the spiritual monument of the deceased students was built next to the gate, it was so that whenever a new student entered the school in the future, he could see this spiritual monument as soon as possible. Remind them that the Thousand Battles Academy is by no means a place of comfort and enjoyment, and no one knows which one will come first, the accident or tomorrow.
Entering from the gate, it is still the bloody brawl area, where dozens or hundreds of fighters and students are recklessly venting with their fists, you punch me, I will return you another punch, as if no one will fall first.
In this bloody and violent scene, there is a figure that is particularly maverick, he just drills around the field like a loach, and when others take the initiative to attack, he does not fight back, just dodges as much as possible, and the dodging posture seems a little rusty and stiff, looking like he is dancing a funny dance.
The figure seemed to have to go the wrong way, just now there were three people in front of him fighting in front of him, and he maintained that kind of funny dance moves, and he squeezed into the three of them, writhing in the fists of the three people, like a meat maggot.
The three people who were originally fighting hotly, with the funny figure squeezing in, suddenly seemed a little unable to let go, but the figure was still twisting more and more happily. It felt like two boxers in the middle of a hot fight, suddenly jumping into the ring and doing that hilarious and provocative dance between them.
This practice also corresponds to the saying that if you don't die, you won't die.
At first, there was a hint of fear in the eyes of the three men, but in the end, it seemed that they couldn't bear it anymore, and one of them yelled.
"Mom sells batches! Hit him! ā
The other two seemed to endure it for a long time, raising their fists and hammering at the teaser in front of them.
"Bang ......"
Fists rained down on the teasing body, making a muffled sound.
What's even more infuriating.
Although the man was beaten violently, his body still did not stop the funny writhing, but there was a feeling of more and more excitement, which made people get more and more angry the more they watched, and the more angry they were, the harder they were beaten.
After about a quarter of an hour, the three of them stopped panting, and stared at the dancing teaser in front of them, and the teaser finally stopped the comical dance moves.
"! What kind of monster is this guy? Lao Tzu's hands were numb, and he didn't seem to have anything to do. ā
"It is worthy of a fierce man who dares to pick two thousand, just with the courage to dance when he is beaten, few people can compare."
"No wonder my girlfriend said that she likes Lin Xun's kind of man, yes, such a hard man, who doesn't like it."
This was the truest thought of the three people at this time, and Lin Xun felt that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.
", it's a shame." Lin Xun felt extremely ashamed in his heart, and at this moment, he was extremely sure that the cultivation plan set for him by Shen Qianqian was taking revenge on him.
In the past month, Lin Xun followed Shen Qianqian to practice the eight-step dragon duel almost every day.
The eight-step dragon is divided into three levels, the first layer is footwork, which is the most basic.
The second layer is the body method, which needs to be combined with footwork, practice body style, and achieve the purpose of dodging and searching in various postures. Dodging, of course, means dodging enemy attacks. Searching refers to looking for the enemy's flaws, finding escape routes, and looking for opportunities to counterattack in the process of dodging.
The third layer is consciousness, Shen Qianqian said, when the eight-step dragon duel is practiced to the third level, you can even completely control the enemy's actions, and what you want the enemy to do, the enemy will do.
When he said it at that time, of course Lin Xun didn't believe it, this was just a set of secrets for cultivating the body, and it was not hypnosis, how could he control the enemy?
Then Lin Xun, who was not convinced, fought with Shen Qianqian once, but before fighting, Shen Qianqian first found a piece of paper, wrote some words on Lin Xun's back, and then put the paper with the ink that had not dried and pressed it with a stone.
Then, Lin Xun and Shen Qianqian fought, and when neither of them used their fighting spirit, Lin Xun proudly found that Shen Qianqian was full of loopholes in the process of fighting him.
However, every time he discovered Shen Qianqian's loophole and attacked it, Shen Qianqian was always able to dodge it frequently, making Lin Xun grit his teeth secretly.
"Almost! I almost hit him! ā
But then Lin Xun attacked dozens of moves, but he still didn't touch Shen Qianqian at all.
Just when Lin Xun's competitive heart ignited and vowed to fight Shen Qianqian until dawn, Shen Qianqian suddenly took a few steps back and snorted lightly.
"Stop!"
When Lin Xun heard this, he immediately smiled confidently.
"What? Do you want to throw in the towel? ā
A contemptuous smile appeared on Shen Qianqian's wrinkled old face, and he stretched out his hand to the side to point to the piece of paper that was pressed under the stone, and said in a deep voice.
"Go, pick it up and take a look."
Lin Xun frowned, not understanding what medicine was being sold in Shen Qianqian's gourd, but he still walked over, took out the piece of paper under the stone, and looked at the handwriting on the paper.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Lin Xun was suddenly dumbfounded when he saw it, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.
"This ......"
I saw that on the piece of paper in Lin Xun's hand, it was written: "After the fight, the second move will be to attack my flank with my right fist...... The seventh move is to raise my left leg to block me from getting close...... In the tenth move, I attacked his chest and abdomen with a straight fist, he was unstoppable, and he would attack my neck with his life, and use a move to encircle Wei and save Zhao. But I didn't expect that I didn't stop, so I had no choice but to turn sideways to avoid the key point...... In the twenty-third move, he was anxious, he didn't use his brain, his moves were ruthless, and he just wanted to win, at this time I flew back and stopped. ā
What was written on this piece of paper was as if someone had made a record of the battle between the two of them just now, and even the details were not bad.
If the words on this paper were written after the battle, then at most it could only be said that Shen had a good memory for thousands of years.
But......
These words were written before the battle! The meaning is like that, before he started, Shen Qianqian arranged the script like a screenwriter, Lin Xun didn't see what was written on the paper before, but in the battle, he seemed to be guided by Shen Qianqian, and unconsciously made every action that Shen Qianqian wrote.
What's even more terrifying is that Shen Qianqian even wrote about Lin Xun's psychological changes in the battle.
This made Lin Xun have to believe what Shen Qianqian said before, when the eight-step dragon duel cultivated to the third layer realm, he could really control every move of the enemy! Even psychological!
This kind of exercise can only be described by two words: perverted. (To be continued.) )