Chapter 17: An Evil Sword
As soon as Zhang Yifeng's words came out, Zhao Long's expression became a little more serious, the previous Zhang Yifeng, he was clear, he was definitely not as powerful as now, but I don't know what happened, and now Zhang Yifeng is still easy to fight three people by himself. But despite some convincing, he still asked: "Can this set of punches really make me stronger?" ”
Zhang Yifeng nodded affirmatively: "As long as you are willing to practice hard, you can't even think of how powerful it is." ”
This set of body refining boxing methods, if Zhao Long really masters it and completes it, I am afraid that it can be equivalent to a master in the qi training period. This cultivation for the Lingyue Continent is nothing, but it is definitely a legend on Earth.
"Well, I'll practice whenever I have time, and if it really makes me great, that's great."
Zhao Long's eyes shot a light, because of his weak stature, he was often bullied, but if he became strong, he didn't need to be afraid of anyone. He really doesn't want to be a coward who dares to be angry and dare not speak!
Zhao Long didn't realize it at the moment that it was such a two-dollar notebook, but it had become the heirloom of the Zhao family - "General Outline of the Zhao Family's Boxing Law". In the future, the Zhao family will become a martial arts family, and it will be passed down from generation to generation, with this notebook that no one will pick up if it is thrown on the ground.
"Well, you look at it first, and then I'll teach you the first three poses in standard."
"Three poses? Are there only three poses to practice today? ”
"Not today, it's the next three months or more."
"Huh?"
Zhao Long was a little confused, the villain painted by Zhang Yifeng, not a hundred but eighty, took three months to practice three postures, and master all the postures, wouldn't it take a few years?
Shaking his head, Zhao Long began to carefully look at the first three postures, and after trying it himself, he understood why Zhang Yifeng said that.
These three postures seem simple, but every detail can drive the muscles and meridians of the entire body, and he can feel the pain of the muscles in his body pulling, as if they will be torn apart along with the meridians. This kind of feeling is simply unbearable for ordinary people.
"Do you feel a lot of pain? That's because your movements are not standard, that's why you hurt so much, and now do as I say. ”
Zhang Yifeng's voice came, and he began to personally teach Zhao Long to contact the first three postures.
Time passed, the sky gradually became dark, and for a whole afternoon, Zhao Long was finally able to make his first pose.
Zhao Long had a strange feeling at the moment, the strength of his whole body seemed to be concentrated in front of his right fist with the making of this posture, as long as he punched out, he could have incredible strength.
However, he couldn't swing his fist at all, and this simple action seemed to drain the strength of his whole body. Before he could get his fist, he was already on the ground.
I don't know how many times he fell to the ground, but Zhao Long's character is quite resolute, and he will stand up when he falls.
"Okay, that's all for today's practice, if your body continues to practice, it will not be beneficial."
Zhang Yifeng's voice came, stopping Zhao Long from continuing to practice.
"yes, I see."
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Zhao Long's whole body was soaked with sweat, but he didn't shout tired, but his eyes became hotter and hotter, he now believed in Zhang Yifeng's words, this set of boxing techniques would definitely make him powerful! He felt like his muscles were being tempered.
"You can rest for a while and go back by yourself, I have something to go out."
It's getting dark, and it's time for Zhang Yifeng to go to the Treasure Garden. Now he is seriously short of money. After the words fell, Zhang Yifeng picked up a small box and a wrapped cloth flag placed at the head of the bed, and then left the bedroom.
Twenty minutes later, Zhang Yifeng arrived at the Treasure Garden.
The Treasure Garden is located in a remote basement in the center of the city, and I know that the people here are either rich or expensive, and of course there are some poor people with family heirlooms who want to try their luck here and sell their things for a good price.
Zhang Yifeng wore a sportswear and a pair of sunglasses, paid 800 yuan for the ticket, and went directly into the Treasure Garden.
There are not many rules in the Treasure Garden, anyone who gives the entrance fee can enter, and if there are good things, they can also sell them. There is no fee. Because the ticket price of 800 yuan is not low. There are hundreds of people who enter the Treasure Garden every day, plus some alcoholic beverages, desserts and food, and the income of the small Treasure Garden is still very high.
Zhang Yifeng did not immediately set up a stall to sell the talisman seal he had refined, but walked around the treasure garden.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Zhang Yifeng stopped at a vendor selling antiques. His gaze was on an ancient bronze sword that looked very old, and the owner of the vendor was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a blackened and slightly slender appearance.
Seeing that someone asked about this sword, the middle-aged man's eyes immediately lit up: "This little brother, have you taken a fancy to this sword?" This is a bronze war sword from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. If it weren't for the lack of money at home, I wouldn't have sold it, and the price was 800,000 yuan. This price is already very low, and the bronze swords of the Spring and Autumn Period can be auctioned for more than one million at least. ”
Zhang Yifeng glanced at the sword, his brows furrowed slightly, this sword contained a strange aura, and there seemed to be something ominous in it.
Zhang Yifeng touched the sword, turned it over and carefully studied the rune carvings on it, and Zhang Yifeng was sure that it was a ghost sword.
This discovery made Zhang Yifeng very surprised, the earth actually appeared ghost sword, indicating that many years ago, there were indeed monks on the earth, and the ghost sword was a matching sword created by evil cultivators, after this sword kills, it can absorb people's souls and grievances, and the more people killed, the heavier the grievances and evil thoughts. If the cultivator can't suppress the evil thoughts of the sword, he will be eaten by the sword and become a so-called murderous maniac.
The Ghost Sword, also known as the Ominous Sword.
Knowing what kind of sword this was, Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "If I were you, I wouldn't have thought of selling this sword for a good price, and if I threw this sword away earlier, it won't bring you any good luck, but it will make you bankrupt, and even bring you the disaster of killing, this is an ominous sword." ”
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face changed, but he gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't buy it, don't talk nonsense." Don't interfere with my dealing. ”
Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said, "Am I talking nonsense, you know better than me, I think you only got this sword recently, after getting this sword, what will become of your situation, you think about it yourself." This sword, as long as you know a little bit about the door, will not buy it. ”
Zhang Yifeng didn't say anything, turned around and left. He actually wanted the sword, but he didn't have the money to buy it, and he was sure that he couldn't sell it in middle age. Unless you meet a layman who doesn't understand archaeology.