After a full day and a night, Duan Zhencai woke up from the hospital bed leisurely.

He reminisced about the mysterious sensation that had arisen in his brain before, and his heart moved slightly.

"Could it be that this Xuanyuan Dingqing Recipe can stimulate people's spiritual power?"

There is no such thing as spiritual power in the world of national arts, but he knows that this world is not simple.

There will be a vast galaxy era in the future.

Unexpectedly, by chance, he actually had a trace of spiritual power.

Duan Zhen looked at the concerned old housekeeper next to him, comforted him appropriately, and then he had a three-month cultivation.

In the past three months, he has not wasted at all, he will continue to run the method every day, but that slight trace of spiritual power has grown very slowly, and there is almost no change.

"Whew!"

Duan Zhen stood on the top floor of the rooftop, his whole body was agitated, and he slowly pushed out the seal method in his hand.

He still didn't practice any play, but continued to dig deep into this mudra.

The body involuntarily unfolded the Xuanyuan Dingqing Technique, and the waist and abdomen, spine, limbs, dantian, and eyebrows of the whole body vibrated at the same time, and the complicated handprints were uncertain.

The more you practice, the more comfortable and serene you feel.

Boxing must be practiced comfortably, and then it can be considered to be practiced correctly.

If the room is full of blockages and uncomfortable feelings, then consider whether you are going in the wrong direction.

Don't just force it.

Duan Zhen slowly retracted his strength, his muscles and bones also began to make a slight sound, the pores of his body were firmly closed, his hands pressed down on his lower abdomen, and the qi in his body passed through his whole body, reaching everywhere.

After half a year, he finally entered the upper echelon of Mingjin.

"Is it arranged?"

Duan Zhen asked the group of bodyguards standing next to him, and took a sip of water.

A man in a tuxedo looked solemn and said:

"Young Master, this person is too dangerous, you can't risk yourself."

He handed out a stack of documents with a person's message recorded:

It was a middle-aged man with hair that was more than half a foot long.

He had a beard, hair like a sword, two ears that were large and wide, and the spirit in his eyes was like substance.

Just looking at the photos has a fierce and domineering atmosphere.

"Ba Liming."

Duan Zhen looked at the photo slightly, and said undoubtedly:

"I'm just going to see it, there's no danger."

He wanted to meet Ba Liming.

When he came to this world, the strongest master he had seen so far was Tang Zichen.

But Tang Zichen never used all his strength in front of him, basically just to the point.

He also didn't know what kind of realm Tang Zichen was in the Huaguo period.

It could be Bao Dan, it could be Gang Jin.

And Ba Liming is undoubtedly at the peak of Gangjin, and he is only one step away from entering it.

Thinking together, he couldn't resist the mood of wanting to see it.

I want to see the means of the pinnacle master of national arts!

......

Duan Zhen traveled all the way and finally came to Hebei Prison.

On this trip, he had more than 30 bodyguards at home, and his temples were bulging, all of whom were good players.

The prison warden knew that a major was coming to visit today, so he waited at the door early.

The power of this young man is extremely huge, there are people in the party, government, military and business, and the influence is basically unmatched in China, and I heard that this is only the tip of the iceberg in China.

He, the prison warden, did not dare to assert his identity, so he waited in front of the door early in the morning and organized guards to welcome him.

"You're welcome." Duan Zhen nodded slightly in thanks and did not come forward.

The tuxedo man who had been following him had spoken a few words to the warden, and the other party immediately let him go.

A group of people scurried into the inside of the prison, through the layers of cells, and soon reached a place in the middle.

Before he could get closer, there was a loud stamping of feet in the cell.

"This old man is going crazy again!"

The prison warden complained a few words, how thoughtful he was, and his methods were extremely slick when he saw Duan Zhen and his party walking straight to this room, how could he not know their purpose.

It turned out to be looking for this old man.

A few thoughts flashed in the warden's heart, and he suddenly waved his hand to strengthen the guard:

"Mr. Duan, this person is a bit weird, you better not go over."

"It doesn't matter."

Duan Zhen shook his head and walked towards the central cell with a determined step.

The warden immediately stopped to dissuade him, and he only persuaded him a little and went through the motions.

Anyway, if you want to persuade him, you can't persuade him, if something really happens, the Duan family won't blame him for not stopping him afterwards.

Instead, the tuxedo man who had been following Duan Zhen glanced at him meaningfully, as if he had seen through his thoughts.

"Humph!"

The tuxedo man sneered, but seeing that Duan Zhen didn't say much, he couldn't get over it.

The closer I got, the more intense the stomping became.

Everyone in the group felt that there was a giant beast running inside, and the slightest wind whistled in.

The railings of the iron windows are very thick, and a large iron door firmly blocks the inside, and the room is dark and dull when you look at it.

The violent stomping sound just now disappeared as everyone approached, and there was a dead silence inside, like an empty prison.

"Who's coming for me?"

Just as the guard next to him was about to open the door, a voice suddenly came from inside the door.

It was only four words, but it suddenly came out of the door, and the throat vocal cords vibrated violently, and the iron door was actually vibrating slightly, as if it was swept by a strong wind.

"Young master, don't go."

The face of the man in the tuxedo changed, and the person inside spoke through an iron door with this kind of power.

He was even more worried about Duan Zhen going in.

Duan Zhen's whole body was tense, and his hairs stood on end.

He felt a strong sense of crisis, even through this big iron gate, even if there were more than thirty bodyguards and more than a dozen guards around him, it was useless.

It was as if the people inside the door wanted to kill themselves, no matter how many people there were, no matter where they hid, they would not be able to escape.

The sky goes to the earth, and it is difficult to fly with wings.

"Open the door."

Duan Zhen took a few deep breaths and motioned for the guard to open the door.

The two guards hesitated, and the warden next to him hurriedly glanced at the iron gate, which was finally opened.

The incandescent light was turned on by the guards, and the entire dark room suddenly became bright.

Duan Zhen saw the man sitting in the center of the bed at a glance.

He was about middle age, with hair standing on end and a thick beard.

The whole person sat on the bed, his feet on the ground, and his hands drooped slightly, like a wide fan.

His whole body was tied with a large iron chain with the thickness of the bowl, and he wore a pair of shot put balls the size of a basketball on his feet.

The king of martial arts, Ba Liming.

"You're coming for me?"

As soon as the lights were turned on, Ba Liming raised his head slightly and looked at Duan Zhen who was standing in the middle.

Everyone suddenly felt a strong aura rushing towards them like a primordial beast.

Duan Zhen stood in the middle, bearing the brunt of this pressure.

The pores of his whole body were collided by this momentum, and he involuntarily formed hand prints, his hands changed again and again, and a complicated and inexplicable charm flowed.

"Huh?"

Ba Liming stood up abruptly and looked at Duan Zhen's handprint.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

As soon as he got up, the chains tied to his body seemed to be nothing, and even made a slight sound between his exertion, as if they were about to crack.

"Don't move!"

The tuxedo man behind Duan Zhen immediately dodged out and blocked in front of Duan Zhen, while the bodyguard behind reacted only a little slower and drew his gun directly.

"You can't! I haven't even worked hard, so I can't stop a move! ”

Ba Liming glanced at the tuxedo man slightly, then looked at the gun-wielding bodyguard behind him, and shook his head:

"With a gun? You are even more insufficient! ”

He let out a long roar, like a thunderbolt on the ground, and a gust of wind swept through the room.

There was a hint of fishy smell in the wind, like a demon's breath.

This is the power method of the giant python swallowing pill.

The more than 30 bodyguards suddenly felt pain in their eardrums, and their gums began to tremble.

"Stop!"

Duan Zhen suddenly stopped the seal and loudly reprimanded the bodyguards who drew their guns.

He also motioned for the tuxedo man to step back, and walked towards Ba Liming himself:

"The king of a generation of martial arts, I can see it today, and his name is well deserved."

Duan Zhen still had some roar in his head now, whether Ba Liming got up suddenly just now, or that long howl, he had no power to resist.

Fortunately, he knew that Ba Liming was not the kind of person who loved to kill, so he dared to come to visit.

"Boy, where did you hear about me?" Seeing that Duan Zhen repelled his subordinates, Ba Liming also retracted his strength slightly.

"Liao Junhua." Duan Zhen organized the language and threw out an excuse.

"It turned out to be this kid! Hum! What did you come to me for? Want me out too? I said that if you want me to go out, you have to be able to pick me up at least ten times! You can't get through your strength, and you haven't even started kung fu yet! Dare to come to me too? ”

When Ba Liming heard Liao Junhua, his momentum finally retracted.

He slanted Duan Zhen and kept speaking, his voice rolling like muffled thunder, booming.

"As soon as I came, I wanted to see the demeanor of the king of martial arts, and I have already seen it just now."

Duan Zhen kept his composure and continued to speak:

"Second, as a latecomer, I would like to ask my seniors to give me some advice."

Duan Zhen's tone was as smooth and powerful as possible, even if the person in front of him was the king of martial arts, he didn't want to damage his momentum.

What a Ba Limin!

Duan Zhen also had to secretly sigh at Ba Liming's strength.

The momentum of the other party's whole body was not restrained, just standing and talking to him, Duan Zhen felt that he needed a great courage.

This is completely different from Tang Zichen's temperament.

Tang Zichen has never released pressure on himself, and he feels like a big sister next door, calm and gentle.

"Pointing you out? You have practiced at such a young age, which can only be said to be not bad, but it is far from getting started! Just practice on your own! I don't have anything to advise! ”

Ba Liming knew at a glance that although Duan Zhen's cultivation was low, his strength between walks was also remarkable, and his basic skills were extremely solid.

Obviously, he inherited from the famous masters, and he didn't want to go beyond the bounds.

"I'd like to ask my seniors to give me some guidance on this method."

Duan Zhen did not retreat, but directly pinched his hand print.

His whole body qi began to change under Ba Liming's lock, and his hands continued to make complex and tedious movements, and his whole body shook and exerted force.

As soon as he entered the door, he used this handprint under the traction of the qi engine, and he saw Ba Liming's performance at that time.

He didn't believe that Ba Liming was not interested.

"Xingyi, Tai Chi, Bagua, Tongbei, Praying Mantis, Eight Poles..."

Sure enough, Ba Liming could see at a glance that this mudra contained a huge amount, covering almost all the boxing techniques!

He finally looked at Duan Zhen and said:

"Who are you learning from?"

"Tang Zichen." Duan Zhen stopped his demonstration and spoke slowly.

Ba Liming was puzzled for a while, but he couldn't think of who it was.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally shook his head:

"The world is so big, there are still such masters."