It wasn't until nightfall that Wang Ming walked out of the martial arts hall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Ming regretted in his heart that he didn't find a nautilus in the book of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

However, he also gained a lot and gained a preliminary understanding of the world.

In the past, Wang Ming was a martial idiot, and he didn't know much about the outside world.

Shenzhou respects martial arts, and human beings use martial arts to break demons and kill demons, standing in all races.

The state is controlled by the three major forces of the royal family, the family, and the sect, and the Budokan is like a joint-stock company, and the three forces are intertwined in it, like a platform for teaching, cooperation, and trading.

Leizhou, a state of thirty-six counties, in the southernmost part of the Shenzhou continent, is very remote, even its suzerain, Yue Guo, looks down on the people of Leizhou, calling them "Lei Man".

......

None of this is what Wang Ming cares about.

Wang Ming was concerned that he could finally confirm one thing, that is, although there were many martial arts exercises in this world, the field of martial arts theory was really barren.

There is no yin and yang!

There is no doctrine of the five elements!

Not even acupuncture.

According to the wild history, many of the martial arts geniuses who opened the sect were so powerful was because they summed up the superior mental method.

Wang Ming was very excited, if he perfected his Five Thunder Heart Method, would the Five Thunder Fist Technique be promoted to a heaven-level Martial Method?

Based on this, the Five Thunder Sects may be able to be promoted to the Seven-Rank Martial Sect.

This is the greatest wish of the master and Wang Ming in the past.

As he walked, Wang Ming recalled.

There is a bronze figure on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which is painted with the meridian lines of the human body.

It is divided into three meridians, left, middle and right, which is the theoretical basis for the cultivation of this martial arts world.

The left is the soul, the right is the spirit, and the middle is the god.

The first to fourth levels of martial arts are all cultivation of the right scripture, which is called refining spirit.

When the cultivation of the soul body reaches the extreme, he begins to cultivate the soul body, so the martial arts fivefold opens the martial soul cultivation.

From the fifth to the eighth, it is to cultivate the Left Sutra, which is to refine the soul.

When the cultivation of soul refining reaches the peak, it begins to transfer to the cultivation of the Middle Scripture, which is the refining of the gods.

The cultivation of martial arts by people in this world is the cultivation of the three meridians of the left and right.

Although it is simple, Wang Ming does not despise it, and it feels very reasonable.

Most of the boxing exercises are to cultivate a true qi, and the practice speed of such exercises is stable, and there is rarely a danger of going mad.

The reason why the Five Thunder Fist is difficult to cultivate is because of the cultivation of the Five True Qi at once, and this is difficult to explain with the martial arts theory of the left and right middle three meridians, so there is a danger of going mad, but Wang Ming now has twelve meridians, which can be fully explained.

The human body is a treasure mountain, there are great secrets, and various cultivation methods are only one or two of them.

Wang Ming studied the Taoist scriptures and learned martial arts, and knew that many cultivation systems could actually go hand in hand.

Out of the martial arts hall, Wang Ming found that there were some temples outside the martial arts hall, with simple styles and different shapes, which looked solemn and solemn in the night.

Wang Ming walked east for a while, and saw a dilapidated temple in the Huanghuang Temple.

The tall torii archway, the huge stone drum, and the roof of the temple three or four stories high shine with glazed tiles in the night.

The plaque is missing, and I don't know what temple it is.

Wang Ming glanced at it, and suddenly felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart.

What kind of temple is this?

Why is it so broken?

There is actually a seal in front of the temple that prohibits people from burning incense.

Wang Ming didn't know that this temple was the Thunder God Temple.

Three years ago, on the day he was sent into the Wulei Gate by his eldest brother and sister-in-law, it happened that the Thunder Temple was demolished.

It turned out that three years ago, the emperor of the Shenzhou Continent suddenly ordered to seal off the Thunder God Temple in the world.

Behind the stone drum was an unkempt old beggar, shaking his head and muttering something at his head, full of the smell of wine, and a puddle of filth under his feet, apparently his drunken vomit.

Wang Ming felt unlucky, and was about to cover his nose and leave, when he suddenly saw something at his feet, and the pestle was there.

Wang Ming couldn't leave immediately.

A rusty hammer with the hammer body underneath and the hammer handle upright.

This hammer?

Wang Ming felt extremely strange, and his heart suddenly jumped to try.

Go get it!

Take it!

It belongs to you!

Wang Ming's heart was slightly cold, what is going on?

Uncontrollably uncontrollable for a moment, Wang Ming immediately became vigilant, arched his hand and said, "This old man, can I take a look at your hammer?"

The old beggar glanced at Wang Ming obliquely, lowered his head and looked at the hammer, "Huh", and said, "When is this broken hammer?" After speaking, the old beggar raised his leg and kicked. "Oops," the old beggar cried out in pain, clutching his feet.

Wang Ming's eyes flashed, the old beggar didn't know martial arts, but he had some strength when he stepped down, but the hammer didn't move at all.

There are quirks!

The old beggar whirled around with his head in his hands, and then went to take the hammer with both hands, and the strength of the milk was exerted, but the little hammer did not move.

At least one or two hundred pounds, such a small hammer is a bit incredible.

"Ah!" the old beggar shouted, his hands slipping, and the whole man was thrown out.

"Hell!" the old beggar got up and cried out, and looked at the ruined temple, his eyes showing horror, as if he had only just realized where he was, and turned and stumbled away.

Wang Ming saw that there was no one around, and finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and walked over, squatted down and pretended to tidy up his fast boots, and quietly grabbed the small hammer with both hands.

Hey! Wang Ming shook his arms, but he didn't pull the small hammer.

Such a small hammer is so heavy!

Could it be......

Wang Ming became excited, his feet were forced, a slight popping sound sounded between the joints, and a faint tiger roar sounded, the power of the three tigers!

Yes?!

The hammer stood still, unmoved.

Wang Ming's eyes were shining with electric light, the power of the three tigers was equivalent to the strength of three thousand catties, and he couldn't hold a broken hammer.

Wang Ming let go of his hand, shook his shoulders, his body shook for a while, squatted down again, and the five true qi were launched together.

The power of the Five Thunder Fist lies in these five true qi, once mastered and controlled, it can exert a power far beyond the same level of bushido.

The Martial Dao Triple High Level is the power of the Three Tigers, and as soon as Wang Ming's five True Qi is superimposed, it suddenly increases by three times or four times.

Rattle......

If it weren't for Wang Ming's re-experiencing nine refinements of tendons and bones in the past few days, such a huge force would probably tear his fascia and his bones would crack.

A faint elephant sound sounded above Wang Ming's head, and he actually broke through to reach the power of the Ten Tigers, that is, the power of one elephant.

This is a power that only exists at the fourfold high level of martial arts.

This time, even if it is a raw pull, he has to pull out the hammer, Wang Ming's eyes are like electricity, and his whole body seems to swell.

To Wang Ming's surprise, the little hammer still didn't move.

Mjolnir!

These four words quickly flashed through Wang Ming's mind.

Those who are destined can easily pick it up, and those who are not destined cannot shake half a point even if they have the strength of a thousand jun.

Wow!

Wang Ming didn't believe in this evil, and the sound of elephant chirping became clearer and clearer, deafening.

"Up!"

Wang Ming shouted angrily in a low voice.

The little hammer seemed to move, but it didn't seem to move at all.

Wang Ming's temperament is twisted, and I will compete with you in my heart, my eyes are red, and my muscles and bones are swollen.

"Get up!" Wang Ming shouted in a low voice again.

Suddenly, a clatter of nail leaves and the sound of footsteps were heard, and a team of patrolmen was walking towards them.

"Hey, thief, what are you doing?"