While contemplating the Buddha Shakyamuni, the essence of Fang Yi's whole body has been attached to the palm of his hand unconsciously, and his heart is more peaceful and ethereal.

Later, Fang Yi fell into a deep sleep, although he no longer deliberately contemplated, but the big Buddha always remained in Fang Yi's mind.

He didn't notice that the color of the swastika mark on his chest seemed to have deepened, and there was a faint flow of brilliance.

At six o'clock in the morning, Fang Yi woke up on time.

It was bright outside, but Fang Yi felt refreshed like never before, such a refreshing feeling, even if he slept for ten hours in a row, it couldn't be compared.

"This "Yijin Sutra" is really wonderful, just after the first night of practice, it already has such an effect, I really don't know what will happen after practice? Last time, Wang Tao vainly said that Wuzu only reached the realm of qi shock, but he didn't know that being able to cross the river with a reed does not mean that he can only cross the river with a reed. The breadth and profundity of the "Yijin Sutra" is by no means comparable to ordinary peerless learning. After Wuzu attained enlightenment, he was honored as Sakyamuni, the original meaning of this title is to be benevolent, Confucian, forbearing, and lonely, from which you can speculate about Wuzu's measure of personality, definitely not the kind of person who likes to show off, and the cultivation he had when he crossed the river with a reed may have reached the realm of vacancy, or the realm of opening mountains may be ......"

Fang Yi turned such a thought in his mind, and thought: "It is described in the "Yijin Sutra" that when practicing the kneading method, you can sleep naturally and visualize endlessly, that is, with the heat, it usually takes a week to half a month, but I didn't expect that I just practiced it for the first time, and it would have such an effect...... My own qualifications should be limited, it seems that Wu Zu's practice experience is at work, after all, the "Yi Jin Sutra" was created by him, if you talk about the understanding of this kung fu, throughout the ages, I am afraid that no one can surpass him, I am lucky. ”

His body did not move, and Fang Yi practiced the "Yijin Sutra" again.

According to the "Yijin Sutra", in the early days, the young man was prosperous, one said to practice twice, and the other said to practice three times.

And Fang Yi has always been frail, slightly inferior to ordinary people, Huo Sheng naturally can't talk about it, so he decided to practice three times a day, even if it is noon, he can go to the school to apply for a practice room to practice.

Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement.

Fang Yi, who has gained such a great opportunity, has no pride and complacency, knowing that opportunities will always be reserved for diligent and prepared people, and he must take advantage of this unimaginable opportunity for ordinary people, otherwise even if he dies, he will have no shame to face Wu Zu.

An hour later, Fang Yi woke up in a chaotic state, and after finishing his work, he went into the bathroom to wash up briefly, and Fang Yi came to the practice room.

As usual, after an hour of clamping the horse, Fang Yi found that this was the most relaxing time in the ten years of his horse, he didn't feel any fatigue at all, but the more he pricked it, the more comfortable it became, as if there were many ants gently walking among the muscles of his legs, crispy and numb.

Kung fu is like this, you may feel hard at the beginning, but if you practice it right, the more you practice, the more comfortable it will be, and if the more you practice, the more hard it becomes, it is most likely that you are not practicing right, and you need to stop immediately.

And Fang Yi only practiced for one night, and there were signs of rebirth, although it was inseparable from the magic of the "Yijin Sutra", but generally speaking, the effect would not be so obvious.

The reason why this is so is largely because of Fang Yi's uninterrupted accumulation for ten years, and then sublimated by the "Yijin Jing", there is a sense of breakthrough.

After Zama, Fang Yi followed his previous habit and typed three small thoughts.

This time I boxed a different feeling from yesterday.

The first time, Fang Yi felt that his recruitment was more fluid and free than before.

The second time, the mist emitted from Fang Yi's body was even thicker than yesterday, as if his whole person was hidden in the dense fog that did not disperse, and when he made his move, his palms were so red that they were dripping blood, and there was a tendency to transform into black.

When it was the third time, all the moves were swayed from Fang Yi's hands, and there was a feeling of hearty and natural success, and when the martial arts were practiced to a high level, there would be a sense of art, which would make the viewers intoxicated.

Although Fang Yi's punches looked hearty, his every move was more calm than before, and that kind of heavy feeling, as if Fang Yi's arms were each calm on a mountain, shocking people's hearts.

His fists became slower and slower, and when he hit a mess, Fang Yi's speed couldn't be slower, as if it would take all his strength to push his arm forward a little, and it seemed as if there was a heavy city gate erected in front.

Particles the size of sesame seeds exploded from the arms, and when the cold hairs were erected on each other's clothes, invisible static electricity wrapped around the sleeves of the clothes, and it actually emitted a dense electric crackling sound like the explosion of firecrackers.

An extremely congested feeling appeared in the chest, and it was like a force brewing in the body, waiting for the final explosion.

Inexplicably, Fang Yi seemed to have a premonition of something, and in Gu Bo's unfazed eyes, a bright light like a meteor suddenly flashed.

Finally, with great difficulty, the last action of the last stall was beaten, the bones and joints of Fang Yi's whole body exploded without warning, the qi and blood in his body flowed upheavily, and every hair on his body suddenly stood up like a steel needle, and the static electricity generated by rubbing the clothing made the entire practice uniform bulge high as if it had been poured into it, making Fang Yi's figure instantly two sizes larger, giving people the feeling of a little giant.

With his anger in his chest, he had to send out, Fang Yi let out a thunderous drink, as if thunder exploded from the sky on a dry day, and the entire practice room was shaken, and at the same time, a fist that was as fast as a phantom suddenly blasted out!

At the moment when he was about to hit the wooden stake, the muscles of his right upper arm and forearm swelled as if they were inflated, and the sleeve of his right arm in the practice uniform was tensed by the suddenly swollen arm muscles, almost bursting the threads, outlining terrifying muscle lines that should never have appeared on Fang Yi's body.

Pushed by a force that looked like a cannonball, the speed of the fist surged again.

One move of Wing Chun punched out the strength of Fang Yi's whole body at this moment, which was definitely the strongest punch in Fang Yi's life.

This punch hit a momentum like a thousand pounds of boulder crashing down.

Touch!

With a loud sound like a rapidly rotating tire suddenly exploding, Fang Yi punched through the wooden stake, and the entire fist rushed out of the back of the wooden stake.

The wooden stake, which was already a little overwhelmed by last night's punch, was broken into two pieces at this moment, like a broken wound that had been bitten by a wild beast, and it looked shocking.

It was also this punch that announced that Fang Yi, who was not a cultivator, had already reached the realm of breaking the void with the strength of his own body.

Breaking the Sky Realm requires a martial artist to have the strength to have both speed and strength that can explode the air.

With a punch, the air and air were exhausted, and the goosebumps that had risen all over the body because of the closed pores could no longer be tightened, as if opening the mouth to gasp, and instantly opened to the maximum, and a stream of mist and beads of sweat trembled out.

Fang Yi was as if he had been fished out of the river in an instant, his hair and clothes were all soaked, and sweat was still spilling from under his feet.

The only feeling was tiredness, Fang Yi reluctantly pulled his arm out of the broken wooden stake, and then staggered to the kitchen, and kept drinking water from the water pipe, the punch just now was enough to make him instantly dehydrated.

After drinking the water, Fang Yi sat on the ground, and it took a long time to recover his strength, although he still felt tired, but it was not so strong.

Compared to the tired feeling in his body, Fang Yi's heart was extremely excited, because he knew what the punch just now meant, not only on behalf of his entry into the Void Breaking Realm, but also on behalf of him being able to call himself a martial artist unabashedly.

In today's world, only by entering the Void Breaking Realm can one be qualified to be called a true martial artist, and it is no wonder that Fang Yi is so excited.

For a long time, although Fang Yi has always insisted on practicing Wing Chun, he has always regarded this as a means to delay death by strengthening the body, and never thought that he would one day be able to enter the realm of breaking the void through Wing Chun, an external boxing method without internal strength.

Every man has a dream of being a strong man in his heart, Fang Yi is naturally no exception, now that ten years of hard work have finally paid off, how not to surprise Fang Yi inexplicably? Especially when he thinks of the past ten years, he has silently persevered all the way, and only he knows the bitter blood and tears, thinking of these makes Fang Yi's nose sour, and he has the urge to cry.

Fortunately, he was no longer the original Fang Yi, and this feeling was quickly put aside by him.