"This thing, it turned out to be some kind of advanced martial arts?!"

In front of the Tianfeng Pavilion, Zhao Cheng carefully looked at the stone tablet in front of him, originally according to reason, the handwriting engraved on the stone was not so easy to decorrate.

But in this world, the rate of decay of all things seems to be far beyond the ordinary.

The stone tablet in front of him is not a cheap stone, and it can be seen from the Tianfeng Pavilion behind it that this place is not ordinary.

The façade of such a place is so likely to be cheap.

But the handwriting on the stone is blurred.

The whole stone stele, only the simplest word "Tian", is still barely legible, and the last two words can only be a few incoherent residues.

Zhao Cheng's attention at the moment was mostly on the pattern on the edge of the stone stele, the last time he passed here, he thought it was just a decorative pattern.

Now I know that this is actually some kind of advanced martial arts.

The only problem is that this martial arts is more damaged than the three big characters.

Don't say that Zhao Cheng, I'm afraid that the person who engraved this martial arts on the stone tablet can't recognize what is painted on it when he comes here at this moment.

However, the scene in front of him also corroborates Zhao Cheng's guess that the "perspective" of his body in the copy is actually far beyond the human body, and he can receive information from perspectives other than the five senses of human beings.

Therefore, Zhao Cheng can "see" that there was a certain kind of advanced martial arts recorded in it.

As for the present, he just wants to say that he has seen a strange thing.

As for the thing in front of him, don't say it's him, even if he invited the group of masters who repaired cultural relics in the Forbidden City in his previous life, there is a high probability that he is not out of line.

It seemed that after a few glances, there was nothing to gain, and Zhao Cheng was not entangled, and walked directly towards the Tianfeng Pavilion.

The wooden gate has been weathered and only a layer of shell remains, Zhao Cheng didn't use much force, and the extremely thick gate turned into many fragments.

In terms of the pattern of the Tianfeng Pavilion in front of me, I think about it, this place was once famous.

It's a pity that the wind is always blown away by the rain and wind.

The former mansion has now been submerged in dirt and ash, only the outline of the past is still the same, but it has lost its former style.

At the entrance, there is a large stone wall partition, and the veins on the wall have been blurred.

Bypassing the stone wall, a wide courtyard comes into view.

Zhao Cheng raised his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see anything abnormal, and there were no traces of things moving on the ashes on the ground.

However, Zhao Cheng did not relax there, he was looking for the "Weilan" prompted by the panel.

There's definitely something in there!

Therefore, at this moment, Zhao Cheng's breathing method has been working again, and his spirit is also highly concentrated.

In the silence, Zhao Cheng listened carefully, and really sensed a little movement.

The sound is mixed with the sound of the wind, and it is very similar to the sound of the wind, and if you don't listen carefully, you will definitely subconsciously ignore it.

But Zhao Cheng distinguished it at this moment, it was not a rumor, but the sound of a fist breaking through the air.

From this voice, Zhao Cheng can be sure that the fist master's fist attainments are definitely not low.

Zhao Cheng did not hesitate, concentrating calmly, step by step, approaching the direction where the voice came from.

After passing through the arches, Zhao Cheng finally came to a clearing in the depths of the Tianfeng Pavilion.

From the layout of the building, Zhao Cheng can roughly guess that this should have been a house before, but it may have been decayed and clean because it was a wooden structure.

Just like the big open space in front of you, it may have been a wide and bright martial arts arena.

As for now, all that remains is a few ruins and dust all over the ground.

At this moment, in the center of the clearing, a gray figure was waving his fists one by one.

Zhao Cheng stood at the door and watched, although he didn't practice boxing, but under the bypass, he could see that this boxing technique was not simple.

As for the gray figure, it was a gray person, about 1.9 meters tall, and the muscles on his body bulged like a hill, full of a sense of strength.

However, its joints appear "stiff", like a corpse.

Of course, this stiffness is relative, and for ordinary people, it is flexible enough, but it does not match the punches that this figure performs.

Zhao Cheng did not act rashly, but observed on the spot.

And the gray man, as if he hadn't noticed Zhao Cheng, was still punching back and forth with one move.

In this weird world, the gray person in front of him only has a human form, and Zhao Cheng can be sure that this is definitely not a person, but some kind of monster that has grown into a human.

"This miscellaneous soldier, the strength is a bit high!"

Zhao Cheng thought to himself.

He didn't rush to make a move, but continued to watch, familiarizing himself with the opponent's fist and thinking about how he should use his sword.

His operation is exactly the game industry, the famous backboard!

As far as the combat effectiveness of the "miscellaneous soldiers" in front of him is concerned, Zhao Cheng is not absolutely sure.

The battle is changing rapidly, and if you can't fight, you can only know if you have fought, and there is no situation where you can say that the combat power is data-based, my combat power is 20, and your combat power is 19, so I won.

Unless it's me 200 and you're 19, that's pretty much it.

There are only eight punches in total, but there are many variations in each move.

Zhao Cheng counted it carefully and found that it was eight moves and forty-nine changes.

With such a fist technique, if the joints of the "miscellaneous soldiers" in front of him were not stiff, Zhao Cheng decided to turn around and leave, and first put his swordsmanship level up before coming back.

As for now, he has a chance, and a chance.

The "miscellaneous soldiers" in front of him, although they have great strength, are not very flexible in their movements, and the most important thing is to give Zhao Cheng the opportunity to "back the board".

Yes, Zhao Cheng did not hesitate, and after watching it a few more times, he followed the monster's fist and swung his sword in the air, as if he was making a volley in the air.

In this way, after more than ten minutes of rowing, Zhao Cheng was more sure, and then he decided to do it.

Call! Suck!

At the same time, in the heart lake, the sword shape emerged!

Pranayama stimulates the potential of the body, and contemplating the mind stimulates the potential of the spirit!

Only when the two methods are parallel, Zhao Cheng's combat effectiveness is the strongest.

In Zhao Cheng's feeling, time has become slow!

It's not that time has slowed down, it's that his reflexes have become faster.

At the same time, his body is also unprecedentedly keen, he clearly feels the trajectory of the wind, and can swing his sword to break the wind, and at the same time, he can also perceive the most subtle force of the body.

With his breath, his muscles and bones also vibrated in unison, and the scattered force was instinctively integrated.

This is also the root of the breathing method to increase explosive power.

Even, his perception was derived from the Empty Tribulation Sword in his hand.

The sword, breathing with his breath, his heartbeat, and the "heart" beating!

Zhao Cheng slowly approached, adjusted his state, and let his spirit gradually reach the peak.

Until Zhao Cheng was five meters close to the gray man, it seemed that he had directly crossed a certain line, as if a thunderbolt had been detonated, and at this moment, the gray man was alarmed, without any delay, and immediately came towards Zhao Cheng to kill.

And Zhao Cheng, as the gray man moved, it was also like a thunderbolt explosion, stepping and swinging the sword, and between the flashes of the sword light, the long sword broke through the air!