"Next time I have a chance to talk to my cousin!"

Shaking his head, Jiang Heng went all the way to the school, but he didn't look for the third uncle in the schoolyard, but replaced it with a master in the dart game to guide the dart board guys and family members.

Almost every day, there is at least one master teaching everyone in the school field, and Jiang Heng did not shy away from asking this master for advice.

This master's surname is Sun, and his name is Sun Yi, and he is an old dart master who is nearly fifty years old. Similarly, his experience is like a treasure to Jiang Heng.

"Master Sun, do you mean that qi and blood depend on the usual conditioning of the body, and the explosion of qi and blood tends to the comprehension of martial arts?"

"Yes, but I heard from the third master that you only practiced martial arts a few days ago, but in the next few days, I heard that you didn't come to the school to practice. The young master and the old man said a word that he didn't like to hear, you need to insist on practicing martial arts, if you fish for three days and dry your nets for two days, you don't need to practice martial arts, young master!"

The old dart master reprimanded him seriously, and Jiang Heng was sweating profusely when he heard it.

In the past few days, in order not to expose the abnormalities on his body, he has been practicing penance behind closed doors, in order not to attract attention as much as possible.

I didn't expect it to be misunderstood!

No way, Jiang Heng could only keep nodding and making a very guilty look.

In the eyes of Master Sun Lao, it is true that a boy like Jiang Heng wants to practice martial arts, which is completely funny in his opinion, isn't this nothing to do?

After asking again, Jiang Heng finally left satisfied.

Back in his small courtyard, Jiang Heng immediately began to confirm some of the old dart master's experience.

Then, while adjusting the rhythm of his breathing and being covered in qi and blood, he did not choose to swing his fist according to the way he exerted his strength, but started the most basic Zama step.

Before, Zamabu was just a very ordinary foundation to build a foundation and consolidate its own foundation. But now with the guidance of the master, Jiang Heng began to increase the difficulty, began to carry qi and blood, and began to cooperate with qi and blood to wash away the impurities in the body while refining his body.

I don't know if it's because it's the first time I've done it.

Jiang Heng only felt that the qi and blood in his meridians began to boil gradually. And it became more and more violent, as if it was about to stir up a terrible wave in the body. The speed of transportation uncontrollably sped up on its own, and the whole body began to turn red, hot gas began to emerge from the surface of the body, and beads of sweat began to seep out continuously.

However, at this moment, the warm current in the dantian began to gush out, and it was rapidly channeling those boiling qi and blood.

And speed up the tempering of the body together!

Suddenly, Jiang Heng only felt that his whole body was crispy and numb, very comfortable and a little numb.

Jiang Heng gradually began to indulge in it and gradually entered a state of self-forgetfulness.

Forget the surrounding environment, and forget the rapid consumption of warm currents in the dantian.

At this moment, Jiang Heng felt that his body seemed to be getting stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Over and over again, it washed away the limbs and bones in his body.

With the assistance of the warm current and the continuous polishing of the body, the qi and blood began to become larger, and part of the warm current also merged into a part of the qi and blood, helping to strengthen Jiang Heng's qi and blood power together.

......

Half a ring, a full hour passed, and Jiang Heng came back from this comfortable feeling.

But before Jiang Heng could savor the results of this time, the sea of qi and blood boiling in his body seemed to set off a monstrous wave again, Jiang Heng only felt as if his head had been hit by a giant hammer, he was dizzy from the impact of qi and blood, and his chest was slightly dull, as if he couldn't breathe, but his body seemed to have broken a layer of shackles at the moment, and his strength seemed to have made a qualitative leap.

"This is .......?!"

Stopping the action of Zamabu, Jiang Heng got up and calmed down the boiling qi and blood, and immediately punched out!

Boom!

There was a slight explosion in the air.

"Is this ..... Is it the power of a half-bull!

Jiang Heng was slightly surprised in his heart, but he was not sure, he came to the poplar tree again, his five fingers were clenched, and his qi and blood exploded, Jiang Heng suddenly found that his total amount of qi and blood could already be superimposed on the five layers of the blood line fist!

The power of five layers of qi and blood exploded!

Rumble!~

A loud bang resounded throughout the courtyard, and Xiao Rouhe, who was making the bed in the house, hurried over.

However, when they saw that the poplar tree in the small courtyard that could only be hugged by one person, only half of it was left at the moment, and the other half was dumped aside and crushed a wall in the small courtyard.

After the punch, Jiang Heng's chest rose and fell violently.

"The explanation of this bloodline fist is really not deceiving, one punch almost drained nearly fifty percent of my qi and blood power! Two punches, I am afraid that I will become a lamb to the slaughter!"

However, just as Jiang Heng was gasping, the warm current in the dantian gushed out again, and the qi and blood in his body were restored to their original state in just one or two breaths!

This..

Even the power of qi and blood can be restored?

Jiang Heng was ecstatic in his heart, didn't this mean that such a level of attack could be used by him one after another?

How strong this punch is, Jiang Heng can roughly estimate it from the bottom of his heart, and ordinary martial artists are half the strength of a bull, which is equivalent to half of a brute bull's full sprint.

At the beginning, the third uncle split the huge willow tree, although he had a remarkable record, but he relied more on the sharpness of the weapon.

And my punch is five times the power of ordinary martial artists, of course, the third uncle will also use this move, but I can't keep using this move, once the qi and blood are insufficient, I have to fall into an absolute disadvantage, so I switched to a knife later, right?

Jiang Heng thought secretly, but his fist was a little painful, and some blood was slowly overflowing from the epidermis, as if some bones had been shattered.

But soon, under the wash of that warm current, Jiang Heng felt itchy and numb in his fist, and in just a few breaths, he actually recovered most of it.

Can you even recover from your injuries?!

Jiang Heng was slightly surprised in his heart, it seemed that the golden finger in his body still had a lot of room to excavate.

"It's just that do you want to practice a sword technique or a sword technique?"

Looking at the slight blood flowing out of the joint of his fist, Jiang Heng groaned slightly.

"For the time being, continue to practice boxing first, and it is good to learn a martial art with a weapon, but the explosive ability of the bloodline fist several times will not be able to be displayed. Check back later!"

Sighing in his heart, Jiang Heng ignored it for the time being, planning to wait for the blood line fist to become a big success.

"Young Master!"

Xiao Rou had already recovered from the shock, and when she saw the injury on Jiang Heng's hand, she hurriedly trotted over, wiping it with a handkerchief and saying with a crying voice.

"Young master, Xiao Rou will go and ask for a doctor right away!"

"Young master, you wait, Miss Xiaorou, you are here to take care of the young master, I'll go and ask for a doctor!" Laifu was also startled, he couldn't figure it out in his brain, the young master seemed to have only been practicing martial arts for a few days, how could he break the tree with one punch?

Jiang Heng shook his head: "It's just a skin injury!"

"That's not going to work, I'll have to show the doctor. Xiaorou said stubbornly.

Jiang Heng was helpless, although he felt that he was recovering as good as before under the healing of the warm current, it was good to let the doctor take a look and confirm it.