Ling Feng looked a little embarrassed at the moment, and said with a shy smile: "I'm a little distracted, I'm sorry!" As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately made Zhao Haitian and Bai Yexing look at each other, although Ling Feng and Zhao Lingyun are not really desperate, but even if they are fighting, suddenly distracted in the competition is probably a taboo when a martial artist fights with others. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he received Ling Feng's friendly message, Zhao Lingyun's face was still not so good-looking, he snorted coldly, sat on the sofa angrily, and did not speak.

However, Bai Yexing was sophisticated and sleek, pulled Ling Feng to the sofa together, and said with a smile: "Brother Ling, Brother Zhao, the two of you are young, but your martial arts cultivation is enviable, if you can join forces this time, presumably even if the Jinhai Group is strong, I am afraid it will be difficult to please!"

Zhao Haitian also echoed: "Lao Bai is right, there are three fights in the ring, Ling Feng, Brother Zhao, the two of you are superior in strength, and the possibility of winning is extremely high, plus Lao Bai is experienced, this time, it will definitely make the young owner of the Jinhai Group return!"

The two old guys touted for a while, which made Zhao Lingyun's face look a little better. However, Ling Feng was still looking like he was out of the world at the moment, which made Zhao Haitian keep giving him a look, but Ling Feng was directly filtered and did not respond in the slightest.

Ten minutes later, Ling Feng made an excuse and walked out of the office directly, and instead of staying in the martial arts hall, he walked out of the martial arts hall and came to the small forest where he usually practiced.

Ling Feng clenched his hands into fists and put on a posture, but he didn't have the slightest intention of punching, but stood quietly, standing for half an hour.

"Just now, Zhao Lingyun used the 'Golden Snake Silk Wrapping Hand', using the winding force, this strength is extremely strange, it doesn't seem to have much strength, but if it weren't for my 'Golden Bell Jar' Xiaocheng, I would inevitably suffer a big loss, and both arms would be dislocated! It turns out that strength is not the most important, and there are often changes in the way of exerting strength, which may have unexpected effects!" Ling Yun kept deducing the first form in the "Nine Fists of Annihilation" in his heart.

Two hours later, Ling Feng began to throw punches slowly, punch after punch, unusually slowly. Often, one punch is thrown and there is a pause for a few minutes before a second punch is made. After intermittently throwing a dozen punches, Ling Feng shook his head, his brows furrowed, and then stopped again, standing still. And so on and so forth, and soon, the sky began to get dark.

On the tip of the moon, Ling Feng's standing figure suddenly soared into the sky, his body was full of qi and blood, and his body was like a firecracker exploding, this was the sound of muscles and bones! Ling Feng's right fist slowly stretched out, slashing through the shape of a half-moon in mid-air, and then his right fist slowly struck out, directly hitting the pine tree with a thick bowl in front of him.

A punch hit the pine tree, the pine tree shook slightly, but it did not cause much movement, at this moment, if it is replaced by a "wind palm" palm imprint on the pine tree, I am afraid that at least a deep palm print will be imprinted on the pine tree. However, Ling Feng's punch didn't shake even a single pine leaf.

However, at this moment, Ling Feng's face showed a look of joy, he put away his fists, and stared at the pine tree in front of him, and after a few seconds, the inside of the pine tree actually began to faintly appear with a muffled roar, and then crackled, and almost all the branches on the entire pine tree were directly broken and fell.

"It turns out that this first punch is like this. Ling Feng nodded with satisfaction, at this moment, he finally felt a trace of the true meaning of the first punch, and the fist power was superimposed! If the moment Ling Feng punched could be played back in the slow mirror, it would be found that Ling Feng's punch hit the pine tree, in fact, it was not a punch, but in an instant, almost at the same time, nearly ten punches were struck, and the ten punches were superimposed, like a punch, this is the true meaning of the first punch: the fist power is superimposed!

"Whew!" Ling Feng let out a long sigh of relief, "I finally felt a trace of the true meaning of the first punch, however, the power of this first punch is by no means just that, if you can practice from the peak of bright strength to the realm of dark power, then, you can really play the power of this first punch, when the time comes, it can be described as invincible with one punch, I am afraid that you can crush the vast majority of martial arts in this world, the reason why I have not found the true meaning of the first punch for so long is because I have not mastered the dark energy, practicing this 'Nine Fists of Destroying the World', I am afraid that at least you must have the cultivation of dark energy." Then, if I find the true meaning of the first punch today, I am afraid that it will also be of great help to me to break through from the peak of bright strength to the realm of dark energy!"

Complementing each other, this is the relationship between martial arts and martial arts cultivation. In order to improve the cultivation of martial arts, the understanding of martial arts will naturally have to be improved to a higher level. And the strength of martial arts can often make it easier for people who practice such martial arts to improve their martial arts cultivation.

Reining in his momentum, Ling Feng picked up his backpack from the ground and put it on his back, took out his mobile phone from his backpack and looked at it, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening, there were several missed calls on his phone, and there was a message.

The missed calls were all from Zhao Haitian, and Ling Feng remembered that he was supposed to go to the No. 1 martial arts hall in Jiangbei City with Zhao Haitian this afternoon to learn martial arts. Sure enough, the message was also sent by Zhao Haitian.

"Stinky boy, what kind of play are you playing? I didn't answer so many calls, don't you know that I want to go to the Jialan Martial Arts Pavilion to learn martial arts? Just now, the people from the Jialan Martial Arts Pavilion called me, can you come back?"

Ling Feng shook his head with a wry smile and hurriedly called Zhao Haitian.

The bell rang a dozen times, but no one answered. Ling Feng thought about it and made another call, and this time the call was connected.

"Pavilion Master Zhao, I'm sorry, I was practicing alone in the afternoon, and I forgot the time all of a sudden......"

"You're Ling Feng, right?" Before Ling Feng finished speaking, he was interrupted by the female voice on the other end of the phone, "I am Lao Zhao's lover, Lao Zhao drank too much, I heard that it was because Lao Zhao went to a martial arts gym for you in the afternoon, and was defeated by the disciple of the other party hall owner." Ling Feng, let's talk about something tomorrow. ”

Ling Feng was silent for a few seconds and said, "Okay, goodbye!"

Ling Feng can now imagine Zhao Haitian's mood when he was drinking at night, after all, as the top eight of the Jiangbei Martial Arts Hall Championship last year, he lost to the disciple of the owner of the Jialan Martial Arts Pavilion today, which really made Zhao Haitian very sad on face, but all this is because of himself, it seems that he needs to go to the Jialan Martial Arts Hall with Zhao Haitian again tomorrow to find this field. Now that his first punch is already his first glimpse, Ling Feng is already full of confidence in tomorrow's competition.