Ling Chen knew whether he could emit qi or not, it didn't matter whether he was a cultivator or not, he had seen many martial arts masters who could emit qi when he was on Earth. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

To put it simply, this strength is the deposition of the warrior's years, and the performance of the ultimate skill.

After sorting out these, Ling Chen knew that he had replaced the source force with his qi, so that refining the first form of the Tyrannosaurus Fist to the transcendent level was no longer a dream.

He knew that what he had to do now was to abandon any moves, let everything be anti-prosperium, and truly do whatever he wanted, beyond things...

The foundation of martial arts relies on the foundation, and the foundation of the technique is the rush, and the punch cannot be advanced, but can only be condensed.

These conclusions were all realized by Ling Chen's martial arts training on the earth, and now what he has to do is pierce and rush.

"Drink!"

"Drink!"

"Drink!"

Ling Chen squatted in the water flow, punching and punching out.

And so half an hour passed...

At this moment, Ling Chen's hair was all soaked, and the sweat from the tips of his hair flowed down his cheeks and slowly seeped into Ling Chen's mouth, with a faint bitter taste, letting him know that he was working hard and getting closer to success.

"Crack~bang!"

Thunder flashes, rain falls, at this moment the world of blood prison prison has entered the stormy time zone again, this kind of changeable weather, Ling Chen is not strange to see, he is still piercing his horse steps, punching at him!

"Whew~la!"

"Brush~Brush!"

Then the wind got stronger, and so did the rain...

Ling Chen was also affected by the sudden impact of the wind and rain, and the rhythm of his punching and Zama step was interrupted abruptly!

"Poof!"

Ling Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, he knew that this was caused by the angry attack, Ling Chen clutched his chest and quickly smoothed the rhythm in his heart.

After a while, Ling Chen knew that the time zone of the storm was five hours, and it was impossible to stop so quickly, and now he had two choices, one was to take a break first, and wait for five hours before practicing, and the second option was to continue practicing, but the difficulty and danger were undoubtedly increased, but the results achieved were also corresponding.

This is the choice he faces, if he is on Earth, Ling Chen will still consider the first choice, but now in this cannibalistic world, he has no choice.

If he retreats even from such trivial matters, then his heart will be dependent, and he will have an excuse in case of trouble, and then he will not live long.

"Whew!"

Ling Chen exhaled softly, what he wanted to do was to swing his fist against the wind and rain, once he chose, he had to choose the most difficult one, like a gentleman, let his sweat be worthwhile, and let his blood flow meaningfully.

"Drink!"

Ling Chen roared in the face of the wind and rain, and a husband should not be opened.

The wind can blow the waves of rain, but it can't bend people's backbones.

The rain can wet the fluttering clothes, but it can't extinguish the hot ambition.

Ling Chen's mouth was filled with the smell of sweat and rain, shouting a majestic command, and waving his fist with all his might.

Punch after punch

Tirelessly waving!

An hour has passed!

Ling Chen is still waving...

Two hours passed...

Ling Chen is still repeating the same movements...

Three hours... Four hours...

Another two hours passed...

"Drink!"

"Bang!"

Ling Chen threw another punch, and suddenly a gust of gas like wind and force rippled out at the end of the fist, directly blowing up the surrounding rain, Ling Chen knew that this was a phenomenon of qi, this was the evolution of fist wind.

This feeling came quickly, but it also went quickly, Ling Chen knew that if he let this feeling escape, he didn't know when it would be the next time.

At that moment, he immediately immersed himself and slowly swung out his fist.

Charge, punch!

Charge up again, punch again!

No, it's not like that...

Adjust, recharge, punch...

With such an action, Ling Chen didn't know how many punches he swung, how many angles he adjusted, how many feelings he found...

The feeling of being hazy seems to be close to the distance, if it is about to leave. Ling Chen didn't know what was right, and he didn't know when he was going to try.

"Drink!"

Ling Chen threw another punch.

"Bang"

Success, this is the feeling, Ling Chen knows that this is not the time to be happy, savor this feeling, when punching, there will be a feeling, all the surrounding gases are like a sense of quality, after the punch is punched, there will also be a feeling that something is peeled off, don't think about this is the beginning of the strength.

After the taste, it is consolidated!

Looking at the weather, Ling Chen knew that there was still about half an hour before he entered the scorching sun time zone, and now what he had to do was to use this wind to make the fire burn more violently.

After throwing an unknown number of punches, Ling Chen knew that the time was right...

Adjusting the horse step, Ling Chen's free eyes instantly became sharp, his right hand was slightly raised, and he leaned to the right to borrow momentum.

Everything is ready, and success or failure is in one fell swoop

"Drink!"

"Tyrannosaurus Fist: Ascending Dragon!"

The momentum is like a rainbow, the fist wind is stacked, and the fist rushes out indomitable!

"Roar!"

A toothy dancing melon, a majestic tyrannosaurus phantom, rushed out of Ling Chen's fist. But it is not as real as Li Changqing's green and gloomy tyrannosaurus, but it is enough, which shows that Ling Chen has succeeded, and the first form of the Tyrannosaurus Fist has officially reached the transcendent level.

"Boom!"

With another sound, the Tyrannosaurus that flew out this time was directly torn together with the wind and rain that was blocking its progress, and a moment later it exploded with a burst of mist!

Seeing this achievement, Ling Chen knew that he had succeeded, and his efforts had not been in vain, and he had broken the old saying that everyone said: not for cultivators, not for detachment.

As soon as he thought of this, the sun was rising, and the mildness of the morning light sprinkled on Ling Chen's face, he smiled but his eyes were also moist, and he muttered: "I did it, I really did it!"

The next moment, he fell directly into the water, but with a successful smile in his eyes.

In fact, he was really tired, after a few days of cultivation and a few hours of intense tests, it was not only his body but also his god who were tired, and when he solved the problem of martial arts, his heart relaxed, so he fell into a coma...

Soon, Li Changqing slowly appeared in front of Ling Chen, looking at Ling Chen who was unconscious in the water, the bamboo knocked on the ground, and Ling Chen was directly dragged to the ground.

Li Changqing looked at Ling Chen again, and then smiled: "What an interesting boy!"

As he spoke, he turned around again and slowly knocked away, but this time the knock on the ground was louder and more rhythmic...