"How?"

After the third demonstration, Wu Lao turned his head to look at Jiang Yifan.

The whole set of boxing methods is only nine movements, which does not require memorization of formulas, nor does it require learning breath, nor does it require understanding of imagery.

Even if you just memorize three actions every time, and after demonstrating them three times in a row, you have to be able to make an approximation, right?

"I remember almost."

Jiang Yifan nodded in response.

"I remember almost, so let's do it again."

Shi Zhen, who was afraid that he would forget after a while, nudged his back and signaled to step forward, and Wu Lao also took the initiative to give up his position.

"The fist is like an ocean, and the eyes are like an ocean..."

However, when Jiang Yifan put on a posture, the first mantra had not been finished, but it was stuck.

Although the brain has learned, it still takes a little time to run in the distance for the body to learn.

After all, the whole set of boxing techniques is not only about the movement of the body, but also the adjustment of the breath, and the integration of the spiritual conception.

"If you can't remember the mantra, don't read it, just be able to move."

Shi Zhen reminded.

"No, people always have higher requirements for themselves."

Although not reciting the mantra can reduce the difficulty, Jiang Yifan took the initiative to wave his hand and refused.

Then his eyes stared earnestly, and his vision changed.

The stickman model in his mind was embodied in front of him, and in the translucent body, there were streams of breath that rushed to all parts of the body with the amplification and contraction of the lungs.

Then Jiang Yifan followed the movements of the model, posed in a starting pose, adjusted his breathing, and chanted words on his lips: "The fist is like an ocean, the eyes are like water, the waist is like a snake, and the feet are like a bow..."

It's just that...

Jiang Yifan's action, which was 108,000 miles different from the original, made Shi Zhen's face suddenly darken, and his eyes glanced at the wooden stake in the corner of the courtyard.

He had already secretly made up his mind, if this kid couldn't make a move that was enough for Wu Lao to pass on his skills today, he wouldn't go back!

'Strange...'

Unlike Shi Zhen, Wu Lao's eyes when he looked at Jiang Yifan gradually became solemn.

Because unlike Shi Zhen, he only noticed Jiang Yifan's surface movements, and also noticed the changes in the breath in his body.

I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, but it's adjusting in the right direction.

But you must know that the use of this breath will only be taught after the official transmission of the exercises...

“... Go from a leisurely tour in office, and there is no fear or worry. ”

After a set of actions, Jiang Yifan himself was not very satisfied, so he turned his head and smiled apologetically at the two of them: "I didn't play well just now, I'll do it again." ”

Shi Zhen just wanted to step forward and pull him to drive a stake, but Wu Lao reached out and stopped him first: "Just let him practice by himself." ”

"But..."

"Don't be, we both seem to underestimate this little guy."

Wu Lao shook his head slightly, and then reminded Jiang Yifan: "If you feel that you have almost mastered it, you can try to turn on the 'Psychic Technique', and maybe there will be unexpected effects." ”

"Oh, okay."

After Jiang Yifan responded clearly, he continued to recite the mantra and practiced.

This second action, although it still didn't play well, there was a visible improvement, which made Shi Zhen a little stunned.

The third time that followed... Fourthly... The fifth time...

It's better than ever, it's better than it's good.

Until the ninth time, the movements and breath were already exactly the same, which made Wu Lao and Shi Zhen look at each other for a while.

If it weren't for the fact that the majestic artistic conception had not yet been derived, they would even have to wonder who the person who was demonstrating at the moment was.

'Whoa~'

Suddenly, both of them heard the sound of a wave that did not exist in reality.

Immediately afterwards, he 'saw' a little black king who did not slip away, happily jumped over the water, and then fluttered and dived back into the water.

The mood appeared...

"Shhhh

Outside the courtyard, the bronze snake that was squatting with the assistance of the sword-winged Shattered Cloud Lion suddenly felt as if part of his body had been taken away, and his body was weak on the spot and he was trampled to the ground.

This made its expression collapse suddenly.

('dish ́): Gan...

'Bang! ’

Jiang Yifan, who had condensed a layer of bronze-colored light metal at the fist edge, subconsciously rushed forward and punched the trunk of the old tree in the courtyard.

[Psychic Skill, Constitution Sharing, Iron Armor Rebirth!] 】

The trunk of the tree, which was so thick that one person could not hold it, shook slightly with the naked eye under the blow of the fist, and it was accompanied by a few dead yellow leaves fluttering and sprinkling.

"It doesn't hurt at all..."

Jiang Yifan looked at the metal attached to his fist in amazement.

He was not surprised that the power of his punches had increased.

But it's no surprise that such a thin layer of metal can protect the wrist from reaction force like a fist glove.

But what was even more surprising than him at this time was Wu Lao and Shi Zhen.

Because Jiang Yifan actually comprehended the artistic conception of boxing without any guidance.

Although the current artistic conception of comprehension is still very shallow, it can only be regarded as 'Wang Ba playing in the water', which is still far from Wu Lao's 'Xuanwu Swimming in the Sea'.

But it's a good start that people can't envy.

Because of the indescribable and intangible, such a thing as 'artistic conception', if there is no epiphany in a flash of inspiration, it is possible to feel it after years of polishing.

And Jiang Yifan hasn't even formally learned, but he has already shown it, which really makes the two of them feel complicated beyond words.

"By the way, am I qualified for my actions now?"

Suddenly remembering Jiang Yifan, who was still on business, turned his head and asked excitedly.

“... Qualified. ”

Wu Lao was silent for a while before nodding his head expressionlessly.

It's not just qualified, it's directly TM can be a teacher...

"Qualified is qualified, but it is only barely qualified, and there is still room for improvement."

Shi Zhen, who didn't want him to be too proud, chose to keep a straight face and talk nonsense with his eyes open.

"Huh? Is it just barely passing? ”

Jiang Yifan was suddenly a little disappointed, "Obviously, I feel that I am playing well, and my movements are exactly the same..."

"Ahem, let's talk about this later, let's have some tea first."

Wu Lao coughed lightly twice, raised his hand to summon the giant steel shield turtle that had re-shrunk with secret techniques, and picked up the teapot that had been brewed on its back.

'Gollum~'

As the tea poured from the pot into the cup, a swirling mist erupted.

However, these mist are not hot at all, but rather have a cold feeling, because the tea leaves brewed in the pot come from the 'white cold tea spirit'.

The tea leaves of Baihan Tea Ling are not soaked in traditional hot water like other teas, but are watered with cold water or even ice water, which belongs to 'cold brew tea'.

Drink that cup in the summer to quench the heat and quench your thirst, the taste is not inferior to soda, and it is also healthier.

"Ha~"

Jiang Yifan, who was sitting in a row with the two of them holding a teacup, happily spit out a mouthful of white cold mist, then turned his head and asked, "Speaking of which, the secret technique of the giant steel shield turtle changes in size anywhere, can't it really be learned by the demons of other races?" ”

He opened a new chapter of 'Psychic Technique' through 'Fist Technique, Xuanwu Style', and began to covet this magical secret technique again.

Just imagine, when fighting, the body suddenly becomes smaller, and it will definitely catch the opponent off guard.

Just like when Sun Monkey entered the body of Princess Iron Fan, he also used similar magical powers:

[Sister-in-law, I'm coming out, open your mouth quickly! 】

【Good... You... You hurry up... I can't take it anymore...]

【biu~】

"It's also possible for other gold-based demon spirits to learn."

The martial elder under the shade of the tree half-closed his eyes comfortably, gently swaying the rocking chair, "It's just that if you don't have a racial ability similar to the 'blunt sense' of the giant steel shield turtle, you can't bear the pain of cultivating the secret technique 'Thousands of Tempers'..."