When he first stepped into Qingyunmen, Wei Feng, like most hot-blooded youths, expected to become a majestic martial artist. With the passage of time and the in-depth understanding www.biquge.info of the way of cultivation, he still prefers to become a quiet monk.

The next morning, Kan Ze was ordered to come to the Dharma Palace, tutor in a small class, and teach alone.

After chatting with Zhou Fatong for a few words, Kan Ze called Wei Feng out of the hut, carefully examined his body, and shook his head incessantly.

The skin is delicate, like a big girl, the skin is oily and shiny, Wei Feng eats well here, and the fat has increased a lot. Kan Ze gently slapped Wei Feng's shoulder with his hand, all of which were fat, and his small belly was slightly raised, which looked like a person practicing martial arts.

"Tuck your belly. ”

Kan Ze reprimanded softly, Wei Feng immediately straightened his waist and held his head high, Kan Ze shook his head when he saw it, he was not majestic and strong, and he was a blindly confident fat fighting.

"Kan Ze, don't be too harsh on Xiaofeng, I just expect him to be stronger. Zhou Fatong greeted with concern.

"Hehe, the head also instructed, as long as I can improve Xiaofeng's physique, I will pay more attention. Kan Ze said with a smile.

Kan Ze used a friendly name, and there was a smile on his face, which was very rare.

"Master, how do you practice?" Wei Feng was used to the silence of the small courtyard and wanted Kan Ze to leave early.

Kan Ze frowned, he didn't like the title of master very much, maybe in his opinion, it was a loss to have an apprentice like Wei Feng, but since the head of the sect had been assigned, what should be taught still had to be taught.

In terms of cultivation, the warrior is not as complicated as the monk, directly called the first, second, third, fourth, etc., the highest is the ninth level, such a warrior is only in the legend, also called the martial god.

However, in the grading of cultivation, it is also unambiguous, in the process of refining the body of a first-level martial artist, there are also nine stages, not called a layer, directly called a section, two stages, three stages, etc., breaking through the nine stages, you will become a second-level martial artist, and then it is much simpler to divide it upwards, called a beginner-level martial artist, an intermediate martial artist and a high-level martial artist.

Kan Ze is a second-level mid-level martial artist, at this level, he has been staying for ten years, and it is difficult to make an inch.

It's a bit like a simple operation of a math problem, Wei Feng has mastered it after listening to it once, he can't be called a martial artist yet, not even a level and a paragraph.

In the same way as monks, after a martial artist enters the fourth stage of the first level, he will be hired as an official disciple by the sect, and many disciples who practice martial arts will still be registered within ten years, and can only go home as a bodyguard to escort property.

"Master, how are Xu Meng and Zhu Jun doing?" Wei Feng inquired.

"Half a year of refining the body, the current level is not bad. Kan Ze nodded, implying that Wei Feng was probably inferior to these two people.

"Master, then tell me how to practice, I'm a little impatient. Wei Feng exaggerated.

This sentence made Kan Ze a little satisfied, and said: "Normally, the cultivation of early martial artists requires the cooperation of two people, and your situation is special, you can set up a pillar in the courtyard and act as a practitioner." ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to pretend to be someone?"

"It's okay if you don't stand on a pillar, then go and hit the wall. Kan Ze said.

"Hit the wall, then you can't break your head and bleed?" Wei Feng made a frightened expression.

Kan Ze sighed, the son could not be taught, and waved his hand, "Who told you to hit your head, with your arms, with your back, and with your chest." ”

"What are you doing hitting the wall?" Wei Feng was a little long-winded.

Kan Ze began to explain the principle, the way of the martial artist, the practice is Gang Qi, even if it is a person who practices martial arts on weekdays, there may not be a trace of Gang Qi in his body.

The only way to obtain Gang Qi is to practice against each other, hammering each other's bodies to cause pain, and then using the method of breathing.

Kan Ze asked Wei Feng to hit the wall, thinking that he wouldn't hit himself too hard, and through external force, he achieved the same effect of being beaten hard by the practitioner.

"Master, don't worry, I have always been ruthless with myself. Wei Feng smiled.

"Then you can try, and I'll come back in a few days. Kan Ze was speechless about Wei Feng's self-confidence, taught the method of breathing, and left immediately with his hands behind his back, without much hope.

"Xiaofeng, this attitude is not right, Kan Ze is among the martial artists of Qingyunmen, and his cultivation is also countable. "Zhou Fatong also hates iron and steel.

"Master, don't worry, I will practice hard, not afraid of hardship or tiredness. Wei Feng said.

"By the way, Kan Ze forgot to tell you that the positions of Gang Qi and True Qi are in the same dantian, and there is a conflict between them. Zhou Fadao shook his head again, "It's good to be healthy, it doesn't matter if you can practice Gang Qi or not, protect that True Qi seed." ”

Wei Feng understood the meaning of Zhou Fa's call, because he was afraid that this would destroy the true qi seed, and then affect the drawing of the talisman.

After returning to the hut, Wei Feng lay on the bed, shaking his fan, thinking about the knowledge imparted by Kan Ze, the martial artist's refining method seemed to be the opposite of the monk, the monk is from the inside out, and the martial artist is from the outside in.

Alas, not even a sparring partner.

It would be nice if Luo Lingyue was here, Wei Feng would rather be beaten by her every day than hit the wall and the pillar.

The monk's breathing method pays attention to gentleness, while the martial artist's breathing method is also the opposite, which is to swallow the dantian as quickly as possible.

The characters of Dao and Wu dual cultivation are not nothing, they are extremely rare, just like Zhou Fatong reminded that it is difficult to integrate true qi and gang qi, and all that can be done are rare geniuses in the cultivation world.

Only when you get a trace of Gang Qi can you really step into the way of a martial artist, the way is to hit the epidermis, cooperate with the swallowing of qi, and the rest is all up to luck.

After lunch, Wei Feng drew thirty talismans in one go, handed them to Zhou Fatong, and roared and beat them in the courtyard.

This is the only way for him to exercise his body, and it is also to relieve his inseparable thoughts about Luo Lingyue.

Zhou Fatong saw his performance and moved the idea to let him practice the way of martial arts. Zhou Fatong also had his own thoughts, if Wei Feng happened to refine the Gang Qi and hit the True Qi Seed, he might be able to unlock his closed Peiyuan Stage fourth-layer cultivation.

Of course, Zhou Fatong didn't know at all that Wei Feng had not only unlocked his cultivation a long time ago, but also quietly cultivated to the fifth layer, and the old man was also real, and he never asked where the two high-grade spirit stones were.

At night, Wei Feng stood alone in the hut, wanting to try the cultivation method of a martial artist, and if he didn't work hard, he would probably be forced by Kan Ze to hit the wall.

Boom!

Wei Feng punched his left arm hard while swallowing a sharp breath.

The pain was so painful that Wei Feng almost lost his breath, and kept rubbing his arm, until the true qi in his body came to work, and then he felt the pain dissipate.

Wei Feng still felt that it was better to be a monk.

This is still fighting by himself, wouldn't it be more painful to hit the wall, Wei Feng stopped for a moment, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and swung his left fist again, hitting his right arm.

He didn't hide his cultivation just now, Wei Feng also forgot the qi swallowing method, and through his inner look, he suddenly found that there was a faint blue point of light in the part where he was hit.

Shake the true qi?

Thinking of this, Wei Feng hurriedly stopped practicing, and then began to observe the flow of true qi in his body.