Zhang Chu's consciousness has always been sober.

He had long passed the stage where he had to rely on contemplation to move his blood and qi.

So as soon as the blood qi in his body began to swell, he sensed it.

A warrior's sense of his own blood and qi is extremely keen.

He was ready to take the credit.

But he soon found that after the blood qi expanded, his body did not feel swollen.

What does this mean?

This means that the blood qi in his body is far from reaching the upper limit!

He simply gave up the idea of reaping merit and let it develop.

At best, it's just a nosebleed......

"Mingjin. ”

"Dark energy. ”

Zhang Chu recalled the little old man's teachings and pondered the difference between these two kinds of strength.

According to the little old man, bright strength and dark energy should be two completely different ways of luck, one rigid and one soft.

Zhang Chu used his barren scientific knowledge to understand, and felt that Ming Jin should be the inertial force generated by large movements, or acceleration.

For example, two people of the same weight and equal strength, one standing still, and the other crashing into it at the speed of Bolt's world record, can definitely knock it away with ease.

And dark energy, it should be a small movement to control a certain part to briefly burst out of absolute power.

It feels a bit like using a grenade, pulling out the pull tab and throwing it out without the slightest smell of fireworks, and then ...... Boom!

Well, this is no longer physical knowledge, but chemical knowledge.

One light and one dark!

One is rigid and one is soft!

Movement and stillness!

"If you say, Mingjin pays attention to the word 'rush'. ”

Zhang Chu said thoughtfully: "That dark energy should be a 'burst' word!"

"But Jiupin was already able to condense the strength of his whole body into one point and blast it out with one punch...... How do you do explosive damage with one punch?"

"Exploding ......"

Zhang Chu chewed on this word over and over again in his heart.

At this time, he really missed the little old man.

If he is still an old man, maybe he only needs a fluttering sentence to cross the threshold of the ninth and eighth grades with one foot.

In the world where he grew up, many people had heard such a famous saying when they were students: Genius is ninety-nine percent of sweat and one percent of inspiration.

After hearing and seeing this sentence, many people are like a treasure, and even take it as a life motto.

But many people don't know that there is another half sentence behind this famous sentence, and that half sentence is the essence of this famous sentence.

"But that 1 percent of inspiration is the most important, even more important than the 99 percent of sweat. ”

Zhang Chu now has 99 percent of his sweat, just one percent of his inspiration.

"Exploding ......"

"The gunpowder explosion came from a series of chemical reactions that I didn't know about. ”

"For the power to explode, it is obviously impossible to be as complex as the explosion of gunpowder, and the blood gas cannot simulate such a complex chemical reaction. ”

"Could it be...... Compression?"

"Compress a large amount of blood gas into one point and release it all at once?"

"Is this a detachment from the limbs, a pure blood qi over-control technique?"

Books are hated less when they are used.

Zhang Chu racked his brains and thought for a long time before he came to such a conclusion that I don't know if it was right or wrong.

"Let's try it first!"

At the right time, all the heat deposits in his body were transformed into blood gas, and Zhang Chu finally felt a trace of swelling in his body...... It's like you've eaten too much.

He jumped down from the plum blossom array, stood in front of a plum blossom pile, stretched out a fist the size of a casserole, and a large amount of blood qi that had nowhere to be placed under his mobilization, rushed to gather towards his fist.

There was a rapid feeling of swelling from the fist.

He resisted the urge to punch out, and continued to mobilize more blood and qi to pour into his fist.

Contain but not send!

Like a feather arrow on a bowstring, keep opening the bow, and then stretching the bow!

The bowstring has been stretched to the extreme, and the bow arm has "creaked"!

It wasn't until he felt that he was about to be unable to hold it down, that he finally stopped, slowly pressed his fist against the plum blossom pile, and shook it slightly.

Surging blood gushes out!

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the thick wooden stake broke into two sections on the spot, and a piece of wood was raised high and fell into the middle of the courtyard!

You're on the right track!

"This feeling ......"

Zhang Chu tasted the feeling of blood gushing out suddenly just now, his body flipped over, and he started the Black Tiger Fist on the spot.

The Black Tiger Fist moves are clumsy, powerful and heavy, and the most fierce.

However, at this moment, a set of black tiger fists came out in his hands, but it was like a weak wind caressing the willows, fluttering lightly without half of the strength, and the speed was extremely slow.

But the strange thing is that his fists and feet obviously fell lightly on the wooden stake, but the thick plum blossom stake buried deep in the ground trembled violently, and even the tamped yellow mud ground cracked.

However, Zhang Chu no longer pursued to blast out too much blood qi at one time, but instead compressed a small strand of blood qi, repeatedly grasping the explosive feeling of not moving and thundering when the blood and qi gushed out.

It's just that Black Tiger Boxing is a fierce fist all the way after all, and he is fighting with this feminine style at the moment, and he always feels that it is twisted, and it is difficult to grasp that explosive feeling!

As soon as the thought in his mind turned, as soon as the Black Tiger Fist under his hand was closed, it instantly became another boxing technique.

All the way in the Chinese national degree is very high, regardless of men and women, young and old, even if they have not learned, they will definitely have one or two hands of boxing: Taijiquan!

Zhang Chu also did not learn tai chi.

But if you haven't eaten pork, can you still see a pig run?

Besides, he doesn't need a complete Taijiquan boxing spectrum, only a few loose moves to help him grasp the feeling of dark energy.

The wild horse has a mane, the white crane has bright wings, and the right finch tail.

Then the wild horse split mane. The white crane flashes its wings and holds the tail of the bird on its right......

He didn't care whether it was coherent or not, he just practiced the three moves he remembered repeatedly.

His movements were getting slower and lighter.

Such as the ebb and flow of the tide, the clouds are rolling and soothing, revealing a quiet meaning of light wind and clouds.

It is true that he has never learned Taijiquan, but with his current martial arts attainments, even if he is a beginner, he will not be worse than those Taijiquan masters who have been immersed in Taijiquan for decades!

If actual combat is the only criterion for testing the level of martial arts, a hundred Tai Chi masters can't beat him with one hand!

Diametrically opposed to his fluttering fists and feet, the blood and qi in his body were agitated like a torrent, wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave fierce.

In this case, he hardly had to deliberately compress the blood qi, and when the blood qi flowed to his hands and feet, it was already strong and condensed enough.

A quarter of an hour later, he was blessed with a soul, and his body jumped up, and he slapped his palm lightly on a plum blossom stake.

"Bang. ”

There was a loud bang.

The plum blossom pile is like a firecracker, and it suddenly explodes into sawdust.

Zhang Chu landed steadily, glanced at the broken plum blossom pile that was only his waist height, and felt the electrocution-like numbness of his hand bones, and was speechless for a long time.

After a while, he suddenly turned around, knelt down on the ground facing the living room, and kowtowed, "Disciple Master Xie for guidance." ”

The fifteenth year of the Great Departure from Qiming, the second day of the second month of February.

Zhang Chu is twenty-two years old and has entered the eighth grade!