Xia Yang walked to the first line of heaven and looked at the surrounding environment, and found that there was an open field twenty zhang away from the first line of heaven, and there were only a few boulders more than one person high scattered around the open ground. Nodding with satisfaction, Xia Yang immediately walked over, but he did not start cultivating immediately, but recalled all the martial arts he had cultivated, among which the opening leg and the cotton palm had already been completed, and it was not an overnight effort to go further, and the free swordsmanship had also reached the state of Dacheng, but he did not have a blade in his hand, so he could also put it aside for the time being. At present, only Ben Thunder Fist has not yet reached the full stage, and some other martial arts are some ordinary martial arts, and Xia Yang is not ready to waste time on these martial arts.

Xia Yang knew that it was a matter of time before he entered the Qi Condensation Realm, in order to better fuse the new thunder, the most important thing for Xia Yang was to cultivate the Ben Thunder Fist to Dacheng as soon as possible, so that he would be faster when he fused in the future. Thinking of this, Xia Yang already had a plan.

Taking a deep breath, Xia Yang slowly closed his eyes, and the essentials of cultivating Ben Thunder Fist gradually appeared in his mind. Ben Thunder Boxing, as the name suggests, is mainly fast, every move and every style are extremely simple, and only one move is sought to kill the enemy between the big opening and closing. Once it is displayed, the sound of thunder is endless, and there is a faint intimidating confusion. Thinking of this, Xia Yang opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly used his thunder fist with both hands clenched into fists, and at the beginning, there was no thunderous sound in every move, as if a person who practiced martial arts without energy was practicing.

It turned out that Xia Yang did not use his strength, but simply practiced the moves of Ben Lei Boxing, although he did not use his full strength to use Ben Lei Boxing, but every move made Xia Yang's practice of tiger and tiger vigorous, and the momentum was extraordinary. Every time Xia Yang made a move, he was extremely slow, although he also had a unique momentum, just like that, Xia Yang practiced for an hour.

Xia Yang is like this, when practicing martial arts, he will stop and ponder unless he has something to gain, otherwise, he can keep practicing a martial art for three or four hours without feeling bored at all. Another hour later, when the Ben Thunder Fist was cultivated to the last form, Xia Yang's originally calm eyes suddenly burst out with a trace of divine light, and Xia Yang shouted loudly with his eyes wide open, only to see that the originally plain and endless last form suddenly erupted with a loud bang.

Xia Yang's eyes stood in place with a glow, and his mind began to recall the whole process just now, and a series of memories came to Xia Yang's mind, the ordinary moves seemed to be attached to some kind of magic, and every time he recalled the last shock, Xia Yang always felt that something was missing. Xia Yang frowned and opened his eyes, his eyes full of doubt.

I couldn't understand what was going on, Xia Yang continued to start cultivating, and just like last time, Xia Yang didn't use his strength in this cultivation, but the speed of using the Thunder Fist technique increased a lot. The time that was originally used to perform one move and one style can now be performed as many as three moves and five styles.

At this time, the Ben Thunder Fist fist style is even better, each move is faintly driven to produce an air explosion around the air, with the proficiency of the moves, whether it is the speed of the move or the speed of each move, it is also slowly accelerating, and the more and more difficult it is, I saw that Xia Yang's whole person seemed to be running in the wind, Xia Yang's eyes were even brighter, and the corners of his mouth faintly showed a smile, and the originally unpredictable trace of spiritual light appeared in Xia Yang's mind again, and it became clearer and clearer.

With the last form of the Ben Thunder Fist, the energy in the body, which was originally running slowly, suddenly ran like a flood erupting, surging according to the running route of the Ben Thunder Fist.

Punch out!

There was nothing flashy about this punch, it looked like an ordinary straight punch, and from other angles, the speed of the punch was extremely slow, and it didn't seem to contain a trace of power at all. However, Xia Yang knew in his heart that the elegance of this punch was peerless, it was slow but it was actually extremely fast, it seemed to have no strength, but it was actually introverted, and the energy surging from the meridians was enough to prove it.

Xia Yang saw that there was a boulder more than one person high three zhang away, and Xia Yang did not hesitate to punch out at the boulder. A huge fist shot towards the boulder with a roar of thunder, and sank into the boulder under Xia Yang's gaze, and then Xia Yang calmed down his somewhat disordered breathing, and his eyes quietly looked at the boulder in the distance. It's just that the boulder didn't have any reaction, as if the punch just now was like a phantom, and it didn't have any power at all, but Xia Yang didn't rush and still watched quietly.

As the clock ticks by, if you get close to the boulder, you can hear the roar inside the boulder. Finally, under Xia Yang's gaze, the boulder began to change, only to see that the surface of the boulder gradually began to appear small cracks, with the sound of 'click', the cracks became more and more obvious, and finally, with a loud bang, the boulder more than one person high turned into a stone smaller than a fist, and shot away in all directions.

The gravel also hit Xia Yang, and Xia Yang gently lifted his palm, only to see that his palm was as weak as a spirit snake, and it was very weird. It turned out that Xia Yang was using the cotton palm that had been cultivated, and dozens of gravel of different sizes were getting closer and closer to Xia Yang, and they included Xia Yang's entire body, but Xia Yang was still unhurriedly using the moves of the cotton palm. Seeing that the gravel is about to hit Xia Yang, if it is hit by these dozens of gravel, even if Xia Yang is not seriously injured, it is inevitable that he will be slightly injured by handwriting, and it can be seen from the speed of the gravel that their power cannot be underestimated.

Just when dozens of gravels were less than a foot away from Xia Yang, the gravel hung in the air one after another, and then dozens of gravel instantly turned into powder, and a gust of wind blew and disappeared without a trace. When Xia Yang was practicing Benlei Fist, he suddenly realized what his grandfather Xia Dingtian had said to him.

'To be rigid is to be soft, and to go hand in hand is to give full play to the maximum power of close-quarters martial arts. ’

His own Ben Lei Fist is a kind of martial art, and Mianzhang is just the softest, so after Xia Yang finished practicing Benlei Boxing, his mind had already shifted to Mianzhang, plus the comprehension of Ben Lei Palm just now, the effect of Mianzhang is really extraordinary. In fact, the gravel is not stationary, but the soft characteristics of the soft palm change the speed of the air around Xiayang, which makes the air turbulence around Xiayang, which prevents the direction of the gravel, and at the same time, because of the air turbulence, these gravel are ground into fine powder.

Xia Yang looked at the raised palms, and said secretly in his heart: I didn't expect that this time I not only cultivated the Benlei Fist to the realm of Dacheng, but also drove the Mianzhang to break through Dacheng, which can be regarded as an unexpected gain. Although Mianzhang's progress is not very great, Xia Yang knows that after the martial arts reach the great achievement, not only can the realm be improved by taking the daily cultivation test, but the most important thing is to rely on personal understanding and chance. Some people's martial arts skills do not progress after they reach the great perfection. And some talented martial artists may suddenly have a new understanding of the martial arts they are cultivating at some point, so that they have the opportunity to break through the existing realm. Therefore, this breakthrough of Mianzhang is indeed a big surprise for Xia Yang.

Stabilizing his mind, Xia Yang thought that his Thunder Fist had been cultivated to Dacheng, and its power had increased several times, and he didn't know how strong the thunder would be after the Thunder Fist after Dacheng was fused with strength. Just do it, Xia Yang walked forward, and saw another boulder ten zhang away in front of him, Xia Yang stopped and said, "It's you." ”

Xia Yang's eyes stared at the boulder, and a small power balloon appeared in Xia Yang's palm, but there was a mystery in this power balloon, only to see a few small thunder arcs suddenly breeding, as the strength balloon became larger, the thunder arcs in the strength balloon were also increasing one by one. Xia Yang's mind has been paying attention to the number of thunder arcs, seeing that the thunder arcs have reached the original number, the power balloon does not have any trace of reaction, if this is before the success of the thunder fist, the power balloon has an obvious sense of expansion. Xia Yang was overjoyed in his heart, and sure enough, as he guessed, with the Dacheng Thunder Fist, the thunder will become stronger, but since he heard the master say that the special attribute attack, Xia Yang has been carefully studying the characteristics of the thunder and lightning in the Ben Thunder Fist, perhaps because his cultivation is still shallow, Xia Yang still knows nothing about the characteristics of thunder and lightning so far.

Putting aside the characteristics of thunder and lightning first, Xia Yang continued to condense new thunder. At this time, the number of thunder arcs in the thunder had exceeded the original number, and it was still growing in an orderly manner. After the tea effort, the power balloons in Xia Yang's hand gradually became the size of two fists, and the thunder arc had exceeded one-third of the original number, reaching as many as thirty-seven. At this time, there was a faint feeling of expansion from the power balloon, and Xia Yang knew that the condensation of the thunder was about to reach its limit. So Xia Yang slowed down the speed of condensation, and he wanted to know how many thunder arcs could be contained in the new thunder.

The strength balloon has always been kept at the size of two fists, and the number of thunder arcs has increased one by one, and when the number of thunder arcs has increased by seven again, Xia Yang feels that if a thunder arc is added, the newly condensed thunder will burst, which means that the number of thunder arcs in the new thunder is nearly double that of the original. I think the thunder at this moment is nearly twice as strong as the previous thunder.

Xia Yang stared at the thunder in front of him, and saw that the thunder arc in the thunder was like forty-three dragons that had shrunk countless times, and above the small thunder arc, some even smaller thunder arcs shot outward, making the forty-three thunder arcs seem to be swimming above the nine heavens, and the thunder arcs collided with each other to make a 'zizi' sound. The corners of Xia Yang's mouth faintly showed a hint of a smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared closely at the boulder ten zhang away, and shouted that Xia Yang threw a new thunderbolt at the boulder.