Wang Wenguang pulled Fang Zixuan to Wusong Mountain, and saw that the top of the mountain, which was originally covered with stones and trees, had become bare, and a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Putting down Fang Zixuan, Wang Wenguang said: "Okay, let's say, what is the matter with you coming to me." ”

Fang Zixuan looked at Wang Wenguang and said, "Master, I didn't disappoint you, I should have comprehended the fist intent." ”

Hearing Fang Zixuan's words, Wang Wenguang said lightly: "It took half a year to comprehend the fist intent, not bad, but seeing is believing, you can show me your fist intent." ”

"Good. After Fang Zixuan finished speaking, he walked to a big tree in the distance, recalled a little how he felt when he punched yesterday, and then clenched his fist with five fingers and struck straight at the big tree in front of him.

The fist had not yet touched the tree, and the tree had been bent backwards by an invisible pressure, as if it would break at any moment.

And the moment Fang Zixuan's fist touched the big tree, the big tree instantly turned into a pile of powder.

"Master, look at my punch, do you really understand the intent of the fist?" Fang Zixuan put away his fist and turned to Wang Wenguang and asked.

Although he felt the existence of fist intent in Fang Zixuan's body just now, and even Fang Zixuan himself admitted that he had comprehended the fist intent, but when Fang Zixuan really showed the fist intent in front of Wang Wenguang's eyes, Wang Wenguang was still shocked. At that moment, Wang Wenguang had only one thought in his heart: his apprentice was really a peerless genius among peerless geniuses, and he had no regrets about having this apprentice!

I thought that Fang Zixuan could comprehend the rudiments of the law in the early stage of martial arts, and he was already a peerless genius, as for teaching his fist intent, in fact, he didn't expect Fang Zixuan to really comprehend it in the martial arts realm, if Fang Zixuan could comprehend the fist intent in the martial arts realm, Wang Wenguang was also very content, but he didn't expect Fang Zixuan not only to comprehend the fist intent in the martial arts realm, but even only used it for more than half a year. In the world of martial artists, what is the concept of more than half a year? After the realm of the martial king, a casual retreat and cultivation can be as little as a few years, and as many as tens or even hundreds of years, and many people have been in retreat for more than ten years, decades, hundreds, or even hundreds of years in order to comprehend the artistic conception, and still have nothing to gain. In the history of the Five Elements Continent throughout the ages, how many people were able to comprehend the rudiments and artistic conceptions of the law in the realm of martial artists? If you look at the recorded history, there is not a single person! I am afraid that the ancestor who created the Five Sacred Techniques will not be able to reach this realm.

As the saying goes, things must be opposed, Wang Wenguang was too shocked, but quickly calmed down.

Looking at the pile of powder beside Fang Zixuan, after a long time, Wang Wenguang said with emotion: "It seems that you have indeed comprehended the fist intent, it is really good, very good." However, you must have just realized it. ”

Fang Zixuan nodded and said, "Yes, I only realized it yesterday, and Master can even see this?"

"Do you know why Elder Ji said that you had a feeling of being sharp when he saw you just now? That's because you have just comprehended your fist intent and haven't learned to put it away freely, and I will also have fist intent, but do you think Elder Ji will say that I am sharp?" Wang Wenguang said.

"I see, no wonder Master was in a hurry to pull me away just now, because he was afraid that Elder Ji would see something. Master, then how should I be able to retract my fist intent freely?" Fang Zixuan asked.

Wang Wenguang didn't speak, just raised his right hand, and then pinched his fist with five fingers, facing Fang Zixuan, and then Fang Zixuan instantly felt a powerful fist intent rushing towards him, but before Fang Zixuan could react, the fist intent disappeared instantly.

However, after a breath, another wave of fist intent came to his face, but this fist intent was obviously weaker than the previous punch, and then quickly disappeared.

"See? After Wang Wenguang finished speaking, he walked to a stone and sat down, and then took out the wine gourd.

Fang Zixuan closed his eyes and stood motionless in place, thinking about Wang Wenguang's punch just now in his mind.

For a time, the top of Wusong Mountain was quiet.

Since the fist intent can be collected, where can it be collected?

Where does the fist intent come from? Fang Zixuan's ability to punch out does not mean that he has fully comprehended the fist intent, but it is just a beginner to the fist intent, and it is still far from the legendary perfection.

Well, the fist is just a kind of artistic conception, the fist can be received, that is, the artistic conception can be received, what is the artistic conception? Where does the artistic conception come from?

Fang Zixuan only realized at this time that he only knew the fist intent but didn't know why, strictly speaking, his fist intent was not even a beginner, he was just wandering outside the door of the artistic conception, occasionally touching the door of the artistic conception.

Unconsciously, five hours have passed, the sun has already set, it is already pitch black on Wusong Mountain, Fang Zixuan is still motionless in place, but Wang Wenguang is quietly looking at Fang Zixuan, occasionally taking a sip of wine.

Well, it's strange, it stands to reason that Fang Zixuan can comprehend the fist intent in half a year, and he should be able to comprehend it soon, if it is a person who generally comprehends the artistic conception, it may take a few days or even a month to comprehend the freedom of retraction, but with Fang Zixuan's comprehension, it shouldn't be.

At this moment, Wang Wenguang suddenly felt that the fist intent on Fang Zixuan's body fluctuated, not a normal fluctuation, but a little scattered.

Oops! This is the prelude to going crazy! It's still the mood of going crazy. Wang Wenguang immediately stood up, took a step forward, and then stopped, wanting to wake up Fang Zixuan, but he was afraid that Fang Zixuan would make matters worse. You must know that people who go crazy are disturbed by others, and nine deaths and one life are already considered a great creation.

With Wang Wenguang's experience and state of mind, he was actually flustered, which shows how critical Fang Zixuan's current situation is.

What the hell is going on, could it be that Fang Zixuan's cultivation and state of mind cultivation are not at home?

Wang Wenguang couldn't help but slap his forehead, and blood suddenly flowed from his forehead. It's all because he harmed this apprentice, why do you have to teach him the fist intent in the martial arts realm? If you wait for the martial arts realm, even if it is the martial arts realm, it would be better to teach it again, and at that time, you will definitely not be able to comprehend it freely and go crazy.

If Fang Zixuan really went mad, then it would be equivalent to burying a peerless genius who had never been seen before or since, what a sin he had created, God wanted to punish himself like this.

Feeling the increasingly scattered fist intent on Fang Zixuan's body, Wang Wenguang was really at a loss.

Suddenly, Wang Wenguang knelt on the ground and kowtowed lightly nine times into the distance, not because Wang Wenguang didn't use his strength, but because he was afraid that making any noise would affect Fang Zixuan, while kowtowing, Wang Wenguang silently said in his heart: God, I have never knelt for you in my life, I really beg you this time, save this kid.