In the past few days, Fei'er's face rarely shows the sunny smile she used to have, and she just seriously follows the etiquette teacher to learn etiquette and learn what a princess should do.

Wherever she went, the elf Jiani commanded the team to set up camp or deal with the reception of local officials. Those who used to be could feel her indifference and detachment.

However, the monk did not notice the subtle change in the attitude of the female elf Jiani, who was now completely immersed in a new world.

When I first left Dodge City, because several people had to follow the team, even when I stopped to rest, it would be too shocking to go alone and do those actions that were completely different from the training system of this world.

Therefore, the monk just gave them some technical guidance in the carriage or in the camp, which was originally used as a strength training, Henry admired Huigang very much, but he often disagreed with some of the monks' views on martial arts.

Hui Gang knew in his heart that the martial arts training that Henry and Morton received since childhood and his martial arts in Shaolin were two completely different systems, so in Shaolin, even those kung fu that could be taught to non-Shaolin disciples could not be taught to them now.

On the second day after leaving Dodge City, when he was resting halfway, Hui Gang talked about the concept of 10,000 catties of strength between square inches on the side of the carriage, which is the kind of 'inch strength' that is called in martial arts.

Henry thought about it carefully, but couldn't help but retort:

"Teacher Huigang, we all know that the size of the power of a sword and a punch is related to the amplitude and distance of the swing of our weapons and bodies, for example, my sword can only be slashed heavily if it is raised high, and Morton's iron rod, if the arms are not swinged, wouldn't it be frozen in place.

When Morton heard this, he was also thoughtful, and followed the interface and said:

"Mr. Huigang, those movements you taught me, when fighting those thieves, I always felt that some skills were useless, and some movements obviously touched the opponent's body, but they didn't use any strength at all."

Henry thought for a moment, and suddenly came over:

"Teacher, of course your strength can do that, why don't you teach me this kind of strong fighting spirit. ”

Morton didn't say anything on the side, but he felt that Henry's statement was very inappropriate, the secret of the fighting spirit was like a second life to the warrior, and it was easy not to tell others, so it was extremely presumptuous to ask, but he had been friends with Henry for many years, and he also knew that this was a reckless statement.

He kicked him lightly in the back, and Henry looked back at him dissatisfied, then reacted sharply and took his mouth suddenly.

These actions of theirs naturally fell in the eyes of the monk, and Hui Gang laughed and said:

"Let me ask you first, how many muscles do you have?"

Hearing this question, the two young men were stunned, thinking that this jump was too fast, but both of them were very confused, Henry reached out and touched his arm very funny, and then groped up and down for a while, and casually estimated:

"It's probably more than a hundred. ”

The monk did not pick the spear handle of his words, and continued to ask:

"So how many muscles are there in both arms?"

"It's about a total of ten ..... twelve pieces."

"And how much do you use when you swing your sword hard?"

"Probably the shoulders, upper arms, forearms, and wrists. ”

The monk did not continue the discussion, but took a small boulder from the ground and said to Henry:

"I threw the stone up and smashed it in the air. ”

After saying that, Hui Gang threw the stone into the air, the swordsman's reaction and strength at this time were much stronger than before, seeing the small round stone in front of him, he raised his fist and hit it hard, but the small stone had no place to borrow force in mid-air, and there was a soft sound of 'pop', and the small stone was beaten without a trace, but it was not broken at all.

Henry waved his arm and said with some smugglingness:

"I didn't hit the place, so I will hit it again next time. ”

The monk didn't say much, but just asked Morton to pick up a dozen small stones from the ground, throw them one by one, and ask Henry to hit them. By the time the dozen or so stones had been beaten, the monk had already grabbed a handful of them in his hand, and then spread out his hand to show the swordsman, most of them were intact, only a few were split in half from the middle because of their own fragility.

Henry scratched his head and sneered to change the subject:

"Teacher, you better leave to me the ability to catch stones just now. ”

But then he defended himself:

"If it's a huge rock, I'm sure I can break it with one punch, and this little stone will fly when you touch it. ”

Hui Gang didn't answer anything, and suddenly pointed his fingers like the wind on more than forty places on Henry's arm, and the swordsman was inexplicably stunned, thinking that his teacher was going to use that kind of magic to restrain other people's actions, but he immediately realized that it was not, and there was a lingering feeling of numbness in the place where the monk ordered.

The monk went on to say:

"Try to use the strength of your arms, take your time, and feel the feeling. ”

Henry followed the monk's words, picked up the big sword that was put aside, and slowly lifted it. At this time, he swung his shoulders and applied his strength to his arms, and suddenly he felt a numbness in the place closest to the shoulder, and then with the movement of his muscles, the places that had just been pointed were numb in turn, in this process, Henry suddenly felt that time passed very slowly, and he could feel that the muscles on his arms contracted and flattened in turn, bursting out of the power contained in them.

In Moulton's eyes, there was naturally no different movement than usual, but in the eyes and hearts of the monk, he knew what was happening. What he just used was the 'Penetrating Bone Strength' that he had learned in the competition with the Kongtong Sect master when he was walking the rivers and lakes in his previous life, and this strength would not dissipate for a long time after the yin poison hit the human body.

The monk here weakened the hurtful effect of this strength, but let this feeling stay in Henry's arms for a long time, breaking down the various components of his body and letting him experience it through the numb parts.

After Henry raised his sword, he stayed there as if he had fallen into some evil, and Morton was a little anxious, and glanced at Hui Gang, and the monk smiled and shook his head at him, signaling that it was okay.

The swordsman who was in a daze suddenly reacted, and said excitedly to the monk:

"Teacher, I felt it, for the first time I felt the same power in my arms as if it were the same as my consciousness, and I could even feel the flow of power in my arms up to my sword. “

The monk nodded and said:

"You take a closer look and hit this cobblestone according to the feeling you just experienced. ”

Swordsman Henry closed his eyes, and according to the situation just now, the power began to surge up and down, and when he was on his shoulders, he began to clearly sense the direction of the flow, and concentrated on his fist layer by layer without waste. When the boulder was tossed, he naturally punched out, and the boulder was not blown up by the tremendous force as it had been at the beginning. And only a tremor of small magnitude in mid-air.

In Moulton's stunned, the small stone seemed to have been hit by a burst spell in mid-air, and quickly dissolved into pieces