"Ahem"

Seeing that Meng Yurou's actions actually caused the grief and indignation of all the teenagers present, Meng Hai coughed dryly twice and said, "Okay, let's test the boxing technique." ”

The next test was a bit boring, only a few young people who were older and had participated in several training sessions performed relatively well, and were able to leave shallow fist marks on the stone mill, but compared to Qiao Ming and Meng Yurou, it was a lot worse, and some other children were just boxing.

This is a little unexpected by Menghai is the fat man, although the latter did not leave a fist mark on the stone mill, but a set of boxing methods is smooth, quite a bit of style, and even the split mountain fist walked in his hands, so that Menghai also has a rather shallow experience, there is no doubt that the fat man successfully passed the test.

"Zhang Hao, accept the boxing test. ”

Hearing his name, Zhang Hao smiled at Meng Yurou next to him, and heard the latter's words of encouragement: "Brother Hao, come on, you will definitely be able to." ”

"It's just a waste that can't even hold on to two months of training, and what kind of testing is it undergoing to be undertaken. ”

"Isn't it, give up going home early to help your mother feed the Crying Beast, don't cry your nose at that time, and stay at home with that dead fat man, it's really a shame for Wuyun Village. ”

"I heard that their family was expelled by the family, and now they are down like this, and they think that they are the eldest young master, and they can't bear a little hardship, and they are idle at home all day long eating and drinking for nothing, which is really shameful. ”

Maybe it was because of Meng Yurou's actions just now, or some factors such as jealousy, there were more than 20 people in the field who had participated in the training before who knew the actions of Zhang Hao and the fat man last time, so at this time, with Zhang Hao's appearance, there was a sound of snorting around.

The corners of Zhang Hao's mouth curled slightly, and when he stood still, he glanced at the most powerful teenagers, and said, "The people who scold Lao Tzu are all turtle bastards." ”

As this sound came out, all the invective around them stopped abruptly, except that some of the teenagers had annoyed faces on their faces. Looking at this scene, Zhang Hao smashed his mouth and said: "The person who scolds Lao Tzu in his heart is still a turtle bastard." ”

After speaking, looking at Qiao Ming, who was suffocating and blue, Zhang Hao smiled disdainfully, because just now this young man and several older teenagers around him spoke the most ugly.

Slowly turning his head, looking at the wry smile on Menghai's face, Zhang Hao didn't say much, his hands clenched into fists, and a set of splitting mountain boxing techniques slowly came out.

Every move and style is very slow, with the deepening of the boxing technique, the face of Menghai next to him becomes more and more solemn, the split mountain fist has been fighting in his hands for more than ten years, but although Zhang Hao's boxing method is very slow now, but the connection of that move has an indescribable subtlety.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Zhang Hao's boxing, Menghai's brows were furrowed more and more, and he couldn't help but stand aside and stretch out his fist, secretly gesturing with Zhang Hao's punching.

"Ding"

With a slight stagger, he moved to the periphery of the stone mill, and a fist was lightly imprinted in the center of the stone mill, making a crisp sound and raising a layer of dust. Closing his fist and standing still, Zhang Hao took a deep look at Menghai, who seemed to be still thinking about something, and he said softly: "Uncle Menghai, I'm done, I don't know if I passed the test?"

"Huh?" Being interrupted by his train of thought, Menghai's face was slightly impatient, but he raised his eyes to look at Zhang Hao, who was quietly staring at him, and he nodded heavily: "Very good! This Split Mountain Fist is played in your hand, it seems to be more than a step higher than the fist realm I played, how did you do it?"

Menghai's words came out, and there was an immediate uproar in the venue. Feeling the heartfelt appreciation on Menghai's face, and even a touch of admiration, Qiao Ming's face darkened, and he walked to the stone mill beside Zhang Hao to take a look, and immediately sneered: "Uncle Menghai, there is not even a mark on this stone mill." ”

Gently waving his hand, Menghai stared at Zhang Hao tightly, and said: "I have been fighting for more than ten years, and I think that the artistic conception of the moves between this set of boxing methods has been deeply understood, although you just beat down a set of punches, slow as a snail, and have destroyed the strong and powerful fist style of Split Mountain Fist, but the heaviness that bursts out of the moves is more than twice as profound as my fist intent, which makes my eyes shine, if you follow your style of play, I believe that my use of strength will be at least five points stronger." ”

Menghai remained calm on the surface, but in fact, there were already monstrous waves in his heart, Zhang Hao's alternative splitting mountain boxing just now had been deeply imprinted in his heart, the more he reminisced, the more incredible he felt, what he said was actually much worse than what he really felt.

Menghai had already condensed the first spiritual array and successfully contracted the summoning beast, but due to the limitations of the divine soul talent and physical fitness, he who could have cultivated the quadruple phantom body in the realm now, has been hovering at the level of the triple phantom body for nearly five years, and Zhang Hao's fist intent just now has faintly broken the shackles of his martial arts over the years, and there have even been a few moments that make him realize that he has seen a sunny day through the dark clouds. I believe that it won't be long before he is absolutely sure that he will break through one of the meridians of the three yin in his body and directly promote the phantom body to the fourth level.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were all shifted to himself, and feeling Menghai's fiery eyes, Zhang Hao scratched his head and said: "When I saw Uncle Menghai teaching Split Mountain Boxing, I went back to practice hard for two days, and I fought like this, you also saw it, I was slower than any of them, just because I was not skilled, otherwise I couldn't leave a mark on the stone mill?"

Hearing this, although Menghai felt a little weird, he was disappointed in his heart, and strode to Zhang Hao's side, glancing at the center of the stone mill where his fist had just fallen, and indeed there was not even a shallow seal left on it.

"Is it a coincidence?"

Menghai's heart was full of doubts, looking at the ignorant and confused eyes on Zhang Hao's face, he sighed softly and said, "Well, with more cultivation in the future, you can become more and more proficient." ”

Suppressing the confusion in his heart, Menghai exhaled deeply and said, "Okay, except for the six teenagers from Dongzhuang and Huaishu Village who failed the test, everyone else is considered to have passed." ”

Some of the young people in the field were full of joy, and some were decadent, Menghai took these expressions into his eyes and said: "Don't be discouraged if you are eliminated, as long as you go back and practice more, you can still train with everyone in Xiamen Training after half a year." As for the rest, those who have the confidence and courage to undergo the next two months of hard training will assemble here at five o'clock in the morning. ”

After speaking, he caught a glimpse of the firm look on the faces of many young men, Meng Hai nodded secretly, glanced at Zhang Haohe and the fat man who kept snorting his nose to Meng Yurou's body, his face fell, he reached out and pressed on the fat man's fat face and pushed it to the side, stopped Meng Yurou to his side, and said loudly: "Disband." ”

......

The starry sky at night in Wuyun Village is particularly clean. Although the night is dark, the sky is not pure black, but the black is reflected by the starlight in the infinite light, stretching into the depths, as far as the eye can see.

With the sky as the curtain and the ground weaving the mat, Zhang Hao lay on the grass where he usually practiced boxing, looking at the night sky overhead, there was a faint sound of rumbling waterfall in his ears, and his eyes couldn't help flashing deep confusion.

The Split Mountain Fist during the day was integrated by Zhang Hao into some of the fist intent of the Earth Pole Fist, and it had faintly reached the middle level of the ground level, and with his current cultivation, it was more than enough to guide the sea of dreams.

But Zhang Hao also has his own confusion, it has been more than three months since he came to the summoner shijie, at the beginning, Zhang Hao did not feel abnormal, but with the cultivation, he found that this shijie faintly has a deep barrier with himself, as if he was blocked out of heaven and earth, and there is always a kind of separation between cultivation and heaven and earth.

On the occasion of rebirth, Zhang Hao opened up the first six meridians of the eight veins of Tianxuan with the help of Chan Qian, and now the six meridians coordinate the twelve meridians of the main body, which not only makes Zhang Hao use his strength more freely, but also with the change of his strength, his strength has also been greatly improved.

However, what made Zhang Hao depressed was that when he reached the Tianxuan Realm, his strength originally ran in the meridians, and finally returned to the heavenly veins, and Zuihou turned into reality and sank in the dantian. But now, after the heaven and earth aura he absorbed by summoner Shijie circulated in the canon, once it entered the heavenly vein, it would dissipate and become invisible, and the energy that he had worked so hard to absorb and operate would be easily wasted.

Therefore, even if Zhang Hao is now stepping on the first layer of Tianxuan, he is still standing still, and his strength is only the essence of the initial stage, and the three months of hard cultivation have not changed in the slightest except for making his strength more condensed.

"Is it really as Uncle Menghai said, you have to open the divine soul in the brain domain and feel a higher level of heaven and earth energy in order to meet the requirements of the Qi Jing for the transformation of energy?" sighed deeply, Zhang Hao knew that the reason why he was driven out of the family in this life seemed to be precisely because he couldn't open the divine soul, he was a waste wood, and he couldn't become an illusionist.

"If you just live your life like this, with your mother and the fat man, there is nothing wrong with it?" In desperation, Zhang Hao smiled bitterly, but a strong unwillingness rose in his heart, and the pursuit of martial arts has always been a major life dream in his heart.

......

Under the same starry sky, Menghai stood on the field where boxing was tested during the day, closed his eyes, and recalled the boxing techniques that Zhang Hao fought during the day.

At a certain moment, Menghai suddenly opened his eyes, and a set of splitting mountain fists that were much slower than before, but several times thicker, were casually struck.

Over and over again......

Wisps of faint fluorescence between heaven and earth showed their form against the background of the night, wrapping around Menghai's body, and with his every move, it continued to seep into his body, condensing the first spiritual array, which had already allowed Menghai to perceive a level deeper than ordinary people's heaven and earth vitality......

"Smack"

When he hit the fifteenth time, there was a faint sound in his body, but this sound sounded to Menghai, undoubtedly shocking thunder, and at the moment he walked with his fist, between pulling and pushing, lifting weights like light.

"It's been five years, and now it's been like this?"

Looking excitedly at the strength lingering on his fists several times stronger than before, a stiff man like Rao is Menghai couldn't help but tremble a little in his voice.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he found that the meridian in his body that bound his third phantom body had successfully rushed away, and Menghai was so excited that he made a suppressed dull sound in his throat......

In addition to being excited, Menghai strode towards the stone mill behind him. Reaching out and gently stroking the place where Zhang Hao's fist fell during the day, rubbing it lightly for a moment, and finding that there was nothing abnormal on it, he couldn't help but sigh deeply: "Such a huge family, and it is also the grandson of the inner family, how can it not even be able to open the most basic divine soul, it is really a pity." ”

With that, Menghai straightened up, patted his shirt lightly, and inadvertently glanced at the second stone mill after the first stone mill.

"Huh?"

In order to prepare for training, dozens of villages pooled money to buy a lot of cultivation equipment, and this stone mill weighing nearly one ton was the most basic boxing training object, so Menghai prepared more than 30 pieces according to the number of people participating in the training.

These stone mills are next to each other, about a foot or so apart in the middle, due to the obstruction of the line of sight, Menghai didn't find anything abnormal during the day, but at this moment, because he was standing next to the first stone mill, plus his huge size, so this stand, his eyes fell on the center of the second stone mill, there, there is a round hole the size of a fist.

"A piece...... Two pieces ...... Seven pieces...... Ten pieces ......"

Striding towards the stone mill behind, Menghai's face was strange, and when he walked to the fifteenth block, he found that there was also a hole the size of a fist on it, but it did not penetrate, he stretched out his hand and reached in and measured it, about two inches deeper.

Immediately after, Menghai walked all the way to the location of a stone mill in Zuihou, and his face couldn't help but sink: "A small hole appeared in the center of a total of fourteen stone mills, and the fifteenth piece was not completely pierced. ”

Muttering to himself, Menghai's face fell: "This group of black-hearted bastards, they didn't give them less money, but they brought in this batch of defective products, it seems that the next time I go to the city, I have to buy them with a family." ”

The next moment, Menghai was a little puzzled: "It's not a matter of a day or two for this Wang steward to cooperate with me, I usually pick haode things to send, why are you so careless this time?"

Suppressing the confusion in his heart, Menghai shook his head gently, and couldn't figure out why, so he could only breathe a sigh of relief, and his figure slowly disappeared into the night......