"Let's hope the world is safer!"

Jiang Heng had a faint sense of urgency in his heart, and he felt more and more that time was running out of time.

He pondered for a long time, and finally opened the thin booklet.

It is "Blood Line Fist", the boxing method taught by the third uncle.

He went straight back to his bedroom, closed the door, lit the candlestick alone, and looked through the contents inside.

In the following time, Jiang Heng poured all his attention into this boxing cheatbook.

In fact, "Blood Line Fist" is not a very clever boxing technique, and it can even be described as superficial, but it can be regarded as a martial arts.

But in this world, don't underestimate the martial arts.

In Dayan, even if it is a martial arts, it is all collected in the scripture collection pavilions of the major forces. If ordinary people don't have a way, they won't be able to reach it for the rest of their lives.

And even if this martial arts can really be practiced to the fullest, it is enough to become famous in a county.

According to the small talk with the third uncle, even Jiang Heng's cheap father only learned martial arts that had just entered the product.

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"Blood Line Fist" pays attention to only one, that is, explosion, not endurance and consumption.

With pure explosion, every time you spare no effort to explode all over your body, you can exert the greatest power!

As well as the method of qi and blood operation that comes with the boxing spectrum, it can practice a blood line in the body, with a total of nine layers.

When fighting with people, the blood line erupts above the fist, often able to take the opponent by surprise and catch the enemy off guard, and the ninth layer According to the above description, it can also trigger the qi and blood in the body to burst out with a blazing feeling, if the qi and blood in the body are extremely vigorous, you can even punch out, and the wound of the person who was beaten is scorched black.

The more majestic the qi and blood, the more terrifying the blood line strength in the body.

The burning sensation of the ninth layer of the natural blood line strength also increased exponentially!

Bloodline Fist, there are a total of nine layers!

Each layer only represents the superposition of the power of qi and blood, and the superposition of nine layers is the limit!

There are no defenses, no reservations, only a sacrificial attack.

Of course, if you want to talk about the names of the moves, there are also them, such as:

The first move is surging!

The second trick is blood!

The third trick is bloody!

There are a total of three routines, and they are also very simple, that is, three different qi and blood running trajectories and fist power trajectories, wielding different power effects.

Jiang Heng looked at it a little and knew the approximately. But this move is simple and simple, but the power depends on practice makes perfect, and it also depends on qi and blood.

And qi and blood, and pay attention to their own physical fitness.

Therefore, these three styles of boxing, with the continuous tempering of Zama Bu, plus the power of the skills, can also be fully exerted.

If you want to maximize the power of punching, you need to match the punching skills and qi and blood running skills to achieve the most powerful swing of this boxing technique.

Once the boxing technique is trained to the point of being superb, and combined with the power of qi and blood cultivated by Zamabu, it can be regarded as a complete practice of such a boxing technique.

Close the booklet gently.

Jiang Heng sat at the table and was silent for a long time, constantly writing down all the difficulties in the process of this blood line fist in his mind, recalling it over and over again.

Opening the door and coming to the small courtyard, Jiang Heng began to stumble and continue to punch according to the first form of the blood line fist, it was easy to look at, and it was easy to know the main points, but it was very difficult to really put it into action.

Jiang Heng waved it one by one according to the description on the boxing book.

Jiang Heng tried again and again, groping for punching skills and qi and blood trajectory again and again.

This is repeated, ordinary people have hundreds of times in a row, and their arms are extremely sore, but Jiang Heng is not, if he doesn't need to eat and sleep, he can continue to practice.

The warm current in the dantian is like an infinite blue plug-in, so that Jiang Heng always keeps his state full.

After a few days, Jiang Heng almost stayed at home in the small courtyard to practice blood line boxing, relying on the warm current in the dantian, in just five days, he had completely introduced blood line boxing, and also mastered the second style.

And because of almost fifteen hours of uninterrupted penance every day, coupled with the nourishment of the warm current of the dantian, his qi and blood power is also growing rapidly, and he can barely perform the first superposition of the blood line fist! .

"Alas, why do other people's golden fingers all learn with one click in one step, and mine still have to do penance?"

Jiang Heng silently continued to swing his fists, secretly complaining in his heart. Ignoring the clothes that had been wet again and again.

Although cultivation is more like enjoyment because of the warm current of the dantian, it still seems very boring.

"Drink!"

The figure twisted slightly, and then suddenly swung his fist and blasted directly towards a poplar tree in front of him according to the second type of bloody punch.

Boom!

There was a bang, and the next moment sawdust flew, but I saw a hole on the trunk of a poplar tree with a diameter of half a meter that seemed to have been smashed open by an iron hammer.

"The young master is so powerful!" Xiao Rou on the side exclaimed.

She has been silently accompanying her for several days, she feels that the young master who no longer goes to the hook fence now, and the serious young master has changed a lot, of course, in her opinion, the young master is right to do anything.

"Young master, your hand, it seems that the little one is only afraid that it is comparable to the master in the dart game!"

Jiang Heng shook his head, although he was very satisfied with this hand, but he knew his own affairs, and he might be more powerful than the ordinary guys in the family and the dart game.

But compared to those masters, it must be far inferior.

However, I am still very satisfied with the results in just a few days.

"Okay, Xiaorou help me prepare water, I want to bathe!"

After bathing, after getting dressed under Xiaorou's service, Jiang Heng went to the school grounds.

Today he was going to ask some questions.

Walking all the way through the corridor, there was a slight pause on the way.

Because at this time, there was a person standing in the corridor in front of Jiang Heng.

"Xiao Heng, long time no see!"

The person who came was reborn and saw his cousin Jiang Wenyue for the first time!

"Cousin, long time no see!" Jiang Heng looked at the cousin in front of him who was wearing a Confucian robe and saluted respectfully.

"Xiao Heng hasn't seen you grow stronger for many days.... Ahem...."

"Cousin, are you alright?"

Jiang Heng felt that this cousin didn't seem to be in good physical condition, his face was even more sallow, a little scary, and he could feel that the other party's arms were trembling with a little support, and his breathing was even heavier.

"It's okay, it's an old problem!"

Cousin Jiang Wenyue waved his hand and said with a smile, "Okay, Xiaoheng, you are busy with you first, I just went back to see my father!"

Seeing his cousin who gradually disappeared from sight, Jiang Heng frowned.

"What's going on with that cold breath just now?"

He touched his palm, feeling the breath that seemed to be left just now, and frowned slightly.