I feel strong and flexible compared to the original, as if I have removed a layer of shackles.

Its steps are moving, its arms are extended, its arms are waving like an ape stretching its body, and its fists and shadows dance smoothly without a pause.

The thirty-six blows of the long fist, as a kind of quenching skill of the Great Han, are for the reserve of martial artists and for refining qi and blood.

In fact, I don't know how much the effect of the battle is, but in terms of stretching the muscles and bones and mobilizing the muscles of the whole body, the effect is extremely significant.

And the reason why the quenching technique is chosen instead of the sword is not that the fist method is more powerful than the sword.

Rather, he has a function that the sword does not have, and that is to coordinate the limbs.

The weapon is an extension of the limbs, and only by practicing the kung fu of the limbs can the arms be steady, pointing and fighting.

If your arm is stiff and weak, and you hold a weapon weighing more than ten pounds, not to mention killing the enemy, as long as you stretch your hand straight, then your hand will tremble, like a seventy-year-old lady.

It's no different from holding a firestick with a firestick.

"Don't spare no effort, if you want to feel the blood qi in the body, you must make the blood qi in the body active enough."

Wei Yuan looked at Wei Lin and reminded: "Although it is not, it is best to squeeze to the limit, but if it is just a superficial taste, it is difficult to gain anything." ”

Wei Lin nodded, didn't save his physical strength anymore, and went all out according to the method of thirty-six blows of the long fist.

Soon he felt the blood flow in his body become extremely fast, and his body became hot.

The muscles all over the body began to exude, a kind of soreness and exhaustion. Sweat flowed into his eyes and dripped down his face, and the astringent pain made Wei Lin grit his teeth.

"Dad, can you start?" Wei Lin gritted his teeth and said.

Usually, although he cultivates hard, he will not think about it like this now, desperately squeezing himself.

But his father shook his head and said he couldn't do it yet.

The feeling of being close to the limit was painful, but as Wei Lin insisted, a trace of heat was extracted from the body.

Compared with the addition points, the improvement of this operation is much worse, but it makes him feel down-to-earth and satisfied.

The martial artist's exercises are mainly fierce, and the quenching of the body is more like forging people as utensils, and under the glamorous appearance, there is endless suffering.

It's never been comfortable.

The pleasure that the extra points brought to him was to avoid the practice and directly enjoy the results, which is why it brought so much pleasure.

But this kind of pleasure can only be felt when he has not yet broken through the limits of his body, and when he begins to break through the limits of his body, when he begins to break and stand up.

Every improvement in physical fitness will be accompanied by the rupture of muscles and tendons, and the result of improving physical fitness is even more painful than the process of exercise.

For martial artists, perseverance and diligence are extremely important things in cultivation.

This is also the only thing he can compete with his peers who have good capital.

If he throws away his perseverance now, even if he can increase it later, I'm afraid he won't dare because he's afraid of pain.

That's weird!

It's not something to be commended for having to hone your will.

He's not sick.

If it weren't for the fact that we couldn't sit back and enjoy it, who would want to work on it, NND, we've all suffered for so many years, and we can't enjoy it.

Although Wei Lin complained frantically in his heart, he still kept frowning and gritting his teeth to insist.

The old learner belongs to yes.

After another short period of time, Wei Lian faintly did feel the blood qi in his body.

But this feeling was a little vague, and he couldn't grasp it a little.

Just when Wei Yuan was a little silent and couldn't hold on, Wei Yuan put his hand on his shoulder.

The blood qi went along his shoulders and entered his body, and the blood qi that was originally somewhat depleted was replenished, and his body suddenly recovered a little.

But soon, a more intense pain struck.

These flesh qi are not of the same origin as him, although his father must have a stronger control over the flesh than he does.

But in fact, that's it, after all, in addition to using it for yourself, you usually use it for weapons.

That thing is made of iron and durable, so the evaluation standard of martial arts has always been how much blood and qi can be mobilized in the body.

The pursuit is an equivalent, as for the control, that is not the point, just go with the flow.

Feeling the severe pain, Wei Lin was a little numb, and he couldn't help but feel speechless for a while at the person who founded Wufu, the cultivation system.

Usually cultivation hurts terribly, but now that I calm down and feel angry, it still hurts terribly.

There is no time when this person is a masochist!

"Dad, didn't you say that my eldest father used to guide you to feel the blood in your body by controlling the amount of blood qi introduced?"

Wei Jing endured the pain and said, "Your blood and qi have changed." ”

"Okay."

Then Wei Lin felt that the amount of blood qi in his body began to change.

But the frequency of change made Wei Lin a little confused, how to say, this change is a bit like the dancing villain.

Every time he felt the blood in his body under the guidance of the blood qi, the frequency would suddenly become messy, so that Wei Lin couldn't grasp that feeling.

Wei Xiao wanted to cry without tears and said, "Dad, what are you doing." ”

"Don't worry, I haven't helped anyone before, I have felt the blood, you let me find the feeling now." Wei Yuan said with a weak face.

He suddenly found that there was a slight gap between himself and his father in the control of flesh and qi.

Wei Lian's eldest father, who was not originally surnamed Wei, was originally the son of a good family in Guanzhong, and joined the army in his early years.

Because of his courage in battle and his strategy, he became General Wei Qing's personal soldier.

After that, he made a lot of contributions, so he was given the surname Wei.

Obviously, Wei Yuan underestimated himself and his father, who became a general from a small soldier to a personal soldier, and was given a surname.

In a sense, there is a disparity in the control of flesh and blood of those who have completed their class promotion.

And he had an older brother at the time, and his father had already accumulated a lot of experience at that time.

When his father helped him and meditated on his feelings, he was relieved and grateful, which made him think it was very simple.

But when he got started on his own, he suddenly realized that it was really difficult.

Sloppy.

At this moment, Wei Lin felt as if he had seen his eldest father and uncle.

Looking at his "waste" father who was in a hurry, Wei Lin took a deep breath and understood that he could only rely on himself for this matter.

While punching 36 blows, he will adjust his breathing, carefully feeling the regularity from his father's chaotic frequency.

At the beginning, under the severe pain, Wei Jing couldn't calm down at all.

But I don't know if it's because of his talent or because of the numbness of the pain, Wei Lin soon felt that he was a little used to it, and now he was in pain.

Anyway, it's just some pain, and it won't die, and if you think about it, it doesn't seem like there's anything to be afraid of.

Wei Lin began to concentrate on feeling the amount of blood qi that Wei Yuan had channeled into his body.

His mind unconsciously became extremely condensed, and the things and pain around him were automatically ignored by him.

There is only blood in the eyes.