On the square of Panzu Village, there are about 20 children, under the guidance of Ji Ping, working hard to practice martial arts, and the shouts and cheers come and go. Since the village chief announced that Ji Ping was responsible for teaching the village children martial arts, it was also stipulated that only children over the age of six and under the age of 16 could receive Ji Ping's guidance and participate in the regular martial arts training, and these children were divided into two groups by Ji Ping, one group of six to ten years old to practice basic kung fu such as zama step and punching, and the other group of eleven to sixteen years old to practice martial arts routines and the use of weapons such as knives, guns and clubs. Before Ji Ping came to Panzu Village, although the villagers also advocated force, but they were all based on strength, the only martial arts routine is a set of fork techniques passed on by the village chief, said to be martial arts, in fact, it is to practice hunting, that is, holding a hunting fork in hand, making simple actions such as stabbing, forking, picking, racking, etc., with the position, but also dancing a little bit of fierce momentum, the emphasis is on stability and ruthlessness, how to kill the beast, has always been taught by the village chief.

Ji Ping also relied on his strength to get the recognition of the villagers, began the village chief Pan Cheng announced that Ji Ping was responsible for teaching the children martial arts, many people in the village were not convinced, the first warrior in the village Pan Ba, twenty years old, upright and prime, both arms that have more than 800 catties of strength, at that time proposed to compete with Ji Ping, in order to show strength, Pan Ba lifted a stone mill of hundreds of catties, put it in front of Ji Ping, and looked at Ji Ping provocatively, as a result, Ji Ping only used one trick, and he was convinced of the villagers. Ji Ping walked to the stone mill, did not make much movement, silently lucked for a while, and then slapped his palm on the stone mill, the gravel flew sideways, and a huge stone mill was slapped into a broken stone block by Ji Ping. Panba half-knelt in front of Ji Ping on the spot, his face was red and his ears were red, "Uncle Ji, I don't know Raya Mountain with my eyes, I only know now that your old man's skills are profound, don't be like me, Uncle Ji, don't worry, whoever in the village is not convinced by you in the future, I will be the first to beat him for you." ”

In this way, no one in the villagers dared to question Ji Ping's martial arts, a palm of broken stone, how much strength was needed, so Ji Ping was also so powerful in the eyes of the villagers. So each family hopes that their children can be taught by Jiping, and maybe one day they can become as powerful as Jiping. At the beginning, Ji Ping just used Panzu Village as a temporary place to stay, and when he taught those children, he basically instructed the children on fork hunting martial arts, and did not teach his real mastery to the children. In Ji Ping's view, the Panzu villagers have a strong physique, but they lack advanced exercises and martial arts, because there is no martial arts method, so many villagers have no one to cultivate their internal qi, and without internal qi, they will not be able to fully explore the potential of their bodies, and they can only strengthen their own ** strength. Even Panba, the first warrior of Pancun, is only at the level of an intermediate martial artist in terms of the division of martial arts skills on the mainland, but because Panba has no fighting skills, when he encounters a martial artist of the same level who is proficient in martial arts in the mainland, most of the results are still defeated. Ji Ping himself has already cultivated to the middle of the fifth order of the Martial Heart Duel, he is already an intermediate sword sect, and he can be regarded as a master on the mainland, Ji Ping still hides his strength when he crushes the stone, otherwise even if Ji Ping pats it lightly, the stone grinder will turn into powder, where will there be a situation where the gravel will fly sideways. With the passage of time, Ji Ping deeply felt the villagers' pure and simple, honest and straightforward surname, so that Ji Ping, who is accustomed to seeing deceit, intrigue, and fratricide, became more and more sensitive, here, Ji Ping's mind is quiet, gradually, Ji Ping is serious when teaching the children, three years ago, he also taught the children Wu Xindu, and now the children who have cultivated to a good number of children have almost broken through the martial arts to reach the level of the first level of the heart decision.

"Maybe it's not bad to be old here, at least there are no bloody battles, hey, people are old, it's a pity that my physique is not good, and I can't improve my cultivation, I can't compare to the big brother and them, but ...... , let's talk about it when little Jimma grows up, I'll steal my life first."

A gloomy emotion appeared on Yoshihira's face, and he looked southwest, and he could see the faint tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Grandpa, Grandpa Ji, I have the airflow you said in my stomach, I feel it, grandpa?"

Suddenly, a crisp shout woke up the stunned Ji Ping, who turned out to be Panhu, the son of Panba, the first warrior in this village.

Panhu is six and a half years old this year, just like his name, tiger head and tiger brain, a pair of big eyes, dark eyes are shiny and shiny, the depth of the darkness is so deep, even Jiping sometimes looks at the little guy for too long will be a little distracted, the little guy has slightly dark skin, strong physique, only six and a half years old, and his height has reached one meter five or six. Half a year ago, Panba took Panhu to find Ji Ping, "Uncle Ji, this is my son, I will hand it over to you in the future, I have no hope of being more powerful in this life, Uncle Ji, I beg you, you have to train this child to be as powerful as you are, I will give you an old kowtow here, you teach him to death, this child is solid, no matter how hard and tired he is, he can stand it, come, Panhu, kowtow to your grandfather Ji."

Before Ji Ping could react, the father and son had already fallen to the ground, knock, six rings were heavy and powerful.

After Ji Ping taught Panhu, he also deeply liked this child, Panhu was silent, trained hard, and one move was very in place, the most commendable thing is that this child's surname was tenacious and tenacious. I remember once Ji Ping instructed the child to take a horse step in the square, and then Ji Ping left after something, and came back after two hours, and saw that the other children had stopped training and played in twos and threes, only Panhu, a lonely little person was still stuck in a huge square, his face was pale and crumbling, Ji Ping hurriedly ran over to let him rest, and the little guy fainted with a sound, and it turned out to be tired and out of strength.

Three months ago, Ji Ping passed on the entrance trick of Wu Xindu's decision to Panhu.

"Panhu, if you practice in the future, I just think that there is an air flow under your little belly, and then this air flow moves along the route that Grandpa just told you, and cooperates with your punches and kicks, and runs this air flow to the place where your fists and feet exert force, do you hear?"

"Grandpa, then I can't fart in the future, what if I don't let the air flow out?"

"Uh......"

At that time, Xiao Jima was also present, and the freshly chewed fruit in his mouth sprayed Panhu, and the big yellow dog Ngawang grinned and rolled around on the ground, and finally wasted Jiping's half a liter of saliva, and finally let Panhu, the little guy, understand what internal qi is.

Generally speaking, if you want to practice martial arts, you must start at a young age, but before practicing the mantra, you must exercise your body for a year or even longer, in order to once you have the power to produce internal qi, if the physique is not strong enough and the veins are not strong enough, the internal qi will damage the body's veins. Panhu's physique is indeed solid, and after only three months of exercise, his physique can withstand the impact of primary internal qi, so Ji Ping decided to pass him on to the door.

Now listening to Panhu say that he has produced internal qi, Ji Ping was surprised, ordinary people can only sense internal qi after practicing mantras for a year or more, Panhu has only been three months! The eldest brother, who was called a genius by his family, was also practicing mantras for five months before he could sense the internal qi.

At that moment, Ji Ping hurriedly ran to Panhu's side, eagerly grabbed Panhu's little hand, passed a wisp of internal qi, and investigated.

Ji Ping's internal qi reached the Panhu dantian, and he sensed that there was a faint small air mass there, which was the size of a soybean, trembling and swimming in the dantian, yes, this is the internal qi! Ji Ping trembled and withdrew a wisp of his internal qi, "Father, the little guy is indeed a genius, the old man must teach with all his might, well, is it because the father is pitiful, give me hope?" Ji Ping's eyes misted again.

"Grandpa, Grandpa Ji, what's wrong with you, why are you crying?"

"Ah, it's nothing, Panhu, grandpa is happy, grandpa is happy for you, your body is angry, and you can practice kung fu better in the future."

"Well, grandpa, I will definitely come on, Dad said, you want me to be as powerful as you, Dad said, Grandpa, you are amazing, you can break the stone grinder with one palm, grandpa, are you a god?"

"Silly boy, grandpa is not a god, grandpa would be a god if he was, hey."

"Grandpa, why is it sad again, who bullied you, grandpa, I will definitely beat him in the future and make grandpa angry!"

"Okay, okay, let's be obedient, practice hard, and help grandpa fight bad guys in the future. ”

"Ah, Dad, why are you here? Is the hunt over?"

A hearty laugh rang in Gihira's ears.

"Haha, son, how is the practice? Dad came back earlier today, Uncle Ji, you have worked hard, I picked some fruit for little Jima, why, didn't this little girl come?"

"Ah, Panba, let me tell you the news, Panhu, this child, has internal qi, and you have given birth to a good son."

"Ah, Uncle Ji, I heard me right, good son, come, give Lao Tzu a hug! Grandma's, he really deserves to be my son of Panba, stronger than Lao Tzu, Uncle Ji, what do you say that you are going to my house today, I want to invite you to drink. ”

"Okay, Uncle Ji will bother me today, oh, I have to call my little Jima, or she will be hungry."

"Son, take these fruits and give them to Jima, and by the way, ask Jima to come to our house for lunch, go quickly!"

Panhu carried the basket that his father handed him, full of baskets of red grapes, all of them were big and garden, but the little Panhu knew the taste of this fruit, and couldn't help swallowing saliva.

"Boy, tell you, you are not allowed to steal food on the road, this can be given to Jima by Daddy, if one is missing, you have to make up ten for Daddy, do you hear?"

"Well, Dad, I promise I can't do it yet. ”

Xiaopanhu carried the fruit basket and ran away.

"Uncle Ji, let's go, let's go first, the little ones, it's disbanded, grandpa went to my house to drink, come back in the afternoon, 'Ah, Uncle Ji, my son has internal qi, it's really fake, I'm not dreaming, right?'

"Look at you, can Uncle Ji still lie to you, you kid wants to give Uncle Ji the Four Seasons Spring you brought back from Wharton City last year, today, you can't fool your Uncle Ji with other wine!"

"Don't worry, Uncle Ji, the four seasons are enough, haha......"