It's not so much a fight as a one-sided beating. Zhao Yiming has the strength to enter the third stage, but he is like a mud algae and is struggling. If you lose in the first encounter in a strange way, you will also lose in the second or third time by luck. At this moment, he really realized the gap, and it was difficult to find any excuses.

Another sliding step forward, at the moment when Zhao Yiming raised his legs, Bruce Lee pointed forward with his back foot and accurately intercepted and kicked on his calf. At the same time, the front instep is like a whip, bounces up and quickly pulls its cheeks. Without any surprise, the former fell to the ground.

In a trance, looking at Bruce Lee's hand stretched out again, Zhao Yiming could only smile helplessly. From this young man with a slightly raised chin and a three-cut head, he felt unparalleled pressure. This kind of feeling, among the people in the village, he has only felt it in his eldest brother.

Not far away, Zhao Qi and Zhao Yuan were already dumbfounded, their mouths open, but they couldn't say half a word.

Sighing lightly, Zhao Yiming said, "You really haven't cultivated battle qi?" But why is the strength so strong? ”

Bruce Lee said: "I said before that there are too many fearless moves. Hands, feet, and body are in harmony with each other. No matter how strong the fighting spirit is, it is difficult to get the maximum benefit. When fighting, it is necessary to achieve shoulder and hip integration, elbow and knee integration, hand and foot integration, heart and mind, intention and force, and force and qi, in order to better dispatch all potential energy. As for me, I really haven't been exposed to war qi before. ”

Zhao Yiming looked at him stunned, his expression a little complicated. Brief contact with Bruce Lee, from the initial teasing and ridicule, to the contempt between words, and finally evolved into his own ignorance. This change undoubtedly made the three of them ashamed.

However, Bruce Lee gave up and said: "Those who practice martial arts are more important than learning, and the most important thing is communication, so it doesn't have to be like this." As I said, we don't know each other. ”

I have to say that Zhao Yiming and the three of them, although they ridiculed Bruce Lee at the beginning, they had no malicious intent. Otherwise, the latter would have been hacked long ago.

Bruce Lee did not pretend to be modest, did not hesitate to give advice, and put forward some suggestions for Zhao Yiming, a fighting style similar to the Northern faction in his previous life, which was open and closed. This also benefited the three of them a lot, and they admired them even more. Especially Zhao Yiming, if it weren't for the ancestral training, he would almost have to tell the law of battle qi.

In the end, the trio left and told Bruce Lee that he would come back. When they walked away, the ruined temple was quiet again, and Bruce Lee began to summarize what he had seen and heard today.

He is worthy of being a martial arts idiot, and his dedication to martial arts has almost reached the realm of selflessness. At this moment, all the things in the past life are forgotten. What sentimentality, doubt, and confusion all disappeared with the curiosity about the battle spirit.

Recalling the previous fights, Bruce Lee also continued to refine and summarize in his mind. Although he didn't know much about the battle spirit, he also made some analysis of his own.

In Bruce Lee's view, compared with the control of limbs, the battle spirit is more demanding in terms of concentration of energy. In the previous conversation with Zhao Yiming, he learned that spiritual strength is also an ability pursued by many strong people. Usually, the stronger the mental power, the more accurate and delicate the grasp of the battle qi will be.

In addition, he felt that the operation method of the battle spirit was also quite particular. It's a bit similar to the martial arts routines of the previous life, but it's not the same. To put it simply, it is like a martial arts routine embodied in the form of battle qi, gathering all the strength in one place, and expressing it in the form of energy or limbs. That is, what this world is commonly known as - combat skills

Of course, he knew that just fighting with Zhao Yiming was not enough to really understand the battle qi. A lot of insights will not be known until you have personal contact in the future.

And right now, the top priority is to first get in touch with the method of battle qi cultivation.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel difficult. Looking back at the helplessness of reality, in addition to his body and mind in his previous life, it seems that the only thing left is this broken temple.

Just about to get up, this unfortunate stomach "gurgling" up at an inopportune time. After realizing it, Bruce Lee remembered that he didn't seem to have eaten for a day.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he looked at the black Tang cloth shoes on his body, which were incompatible with this world. It's no wonder that Zhao Yiming was curious when he saw it for the first time. Pity our kung fu masters, they have big ambitions, but they can't escape the reality of depression.

He was a little amused and touched his stomach. It seems that the real priority is not any war spirit. Instead, respect your own "Five Organs Temple".

The gate of the broken temple is facing the entrance of Zhaojia Village. Behind it, there is a path leading to the dense forest of the back mountain. He has been here for more than a month, and whenever he is hungry, he will come to the back mountains to forage for food. And there's a lot of stuff to satisfy your stomach here. All kinds of wild fruits, few people pick them on weekdays. Even, a lot of ripe fruit has rotted on the ground.

Pulling down two fruits casually, Bruce Lee walked while eating. The dense forest is very large, and the deeper you go, the more lush the trees become, without the slightest trace of artificial carving. It's very pleasant to be in the middle of it.

Further on, a green canopy has been erected on top of the dense foliage. The sporadic warm sun, through the gaps in the leaves, is tied into pillars of light, straight and obliquely inserted in the forest. Shuttling through it, Bruce Lee quickened his pace slightly, because, he knew that he was not far from the small lake in front of him.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, through the dense woods, a lake gradually emerged. The lake is not large, about 300 meters in diameter, and the water is transparent but bottomless.

Standing by the lake, Bruce Lee stretched his waist and took a long breath of the fragrance floating from the lake, which rarely showed a trace of laziness.

Squatted down and drank a few large sips of water, which was sweet and cool. He removed two water bags from his waist, which he had found in the ruined temple and had already been washed. The hydration bladder is large, as if it were for people who have traveled far for many years. When filled, it was enough for him to drink for several days.

He then used fallen leaves to fetch water and washed his body on the shore. After putting on my clothes and socks, I immediately felt refreshed.

Looking around the lake, surrounded by lush vegetation, this is also the farthest Bruce Lee has been in the back mountains so far. Because further on, there is a stone tablet with a warning engraved on it, which probably means that there will be danger if you go deeper.

He wasn't very familiar with the world and didn't know what the danger was. But the dense forest in front of you is gradually changing, as far as the eye can see, the ancient trees are towering, and even the sunlight is difficult to penetrate. The occasional light spot that falls to the ground by luck does not play the role of lighting at all, but sets off the dimness more heavily.

Bruce Lee stopped here and casually brushed away a few wisps of weeds on the stele. I thought to myself, it is better to keep a sense of awe for the unknown.

However, just as he was about to leave, a crisp clicking sound caused him to be surprised. Suddenly he looked up, and a thick branch broke off from a height. And below, there is the stone tablet used as a warning.

Out of instinct, Bruce Lee directly exerted his strength on the spot, vigorously his whole body, and swept out with a swing leg after turning around. This kick, precise and swift, kicked the broken branch away the moment before it hit the stele. The broken branch flew into the dark dense forest behind with a thud, but there was no sound, as if it had fallen into a thick pile of fallen leaves. It can be seen that there are indeed few people approaching ahead.

stepped forward and flicked away a few fallen dead leaves, Bruce Lee smiled and patted the stele. Then he didn't stay any longer and strode away.

After he left, a dark shadow suddenly flashed in the dim dense forest, and he stood next to the broken wood in the blink of an eye. The black shadow seemed to be looking at the direction of Bruce Lee's departure, but he couldn't see his face clearly, and it only took a moment to fade away.

On the way back, Bruce Lee picked a lot of fruits and nuts, and there was no problem in holding on for a few days.

For the next few days, Bruce Lee stayed in the ruined temple and did not leave an inch. He found that cultivating in this world was indeed very peculiar. This is true not only of battle spirit, but also of physical strength.

In the past, a day or two of physical training would at most only consolidate physical functions. And here, as long as he insists on high-intensity training every day, he can clearly feel the growth of strength, although the magnitude is not large, but it is real.

Over the past month, his strength and speed have made great progress. According to his estimates, in less than half a year, I am afraid that his strength will reach a height that he could not understand in his previous life.

A few more days passed, one midday.

Bruce Lee punched the old tree in front of the temple gate into a hole. Looking at the fist print, he clenched his fists and said to himself: "Although the weight has still dropped, the absolute strength has far exceeded the two hundred kilogram level, which is really unbelievable." ”

You must know that at the beginning, when Bruce Lee weighed 68 kilograms, the absolute strength that erupted was equivalent to the full force of a 100-kilogram boxing champion. Now, with his absolute strength multiplied, how heavy will his fists be?

After a short break, Bruce Lee ate the last few wild fruits, and the water bag had already dried up.

"Looks like we're going to have to go out foraging again."

He patted the dust off his body and smiled.

Just as he was about to pick up the water bag hanging on the treetops, outside the ruined temple, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps. A familiar, but somewhat helpless, voice followed.

"Second brother, things are not what you think, Bruce Lee didn't embarrass me, so don't stir up trouble."

Hearing this, Bruce Lee gradually put away his smile. In the second life, he understood that he was afraid that trouble was coming.

Without thinking about it, a young man who was half a head taller than Zhao Yiming and the others had already strode into the courtyard of the broken temple. The person who came was dressed in a light blue cloth coat, with shoulder-length black hair and a pair of slightly squinted Danfeng eyes, which made people feel very cold. The corners of his mouth raised a sarcastic arc, coupled with the recklessness revealed between his eyebrows, giving people a feeling of arrogance and unreasonableness.

As expected, as soon as the man in front of him came in, he scolded Zhao Yiming behind him: "Get out, who cares if you are embarrassed or not." You have lost all the face of the village, and it is really useless to lose it in the hands of this kind of goods. As he spoke, he pointed to Bruce Lee in front of him.

Seeing this, Bruce Lee's face gradually became gloomy. He can allow others to question and ridicule him. But no one should be allowed to humiliate themselves.