"The martial arts of the human race are divided into three realms, which are named after strength, qi, and meaning."

In the martial arts training field, the white-haired old man paced with his hands in his hands and said.

"Among them, the strength realm sharpens itself, and the first thing is physique;

The atmosphere communicates naturally, and the root bones are the first priority;

The artistic conception manipulates Sen Luo, and the first thing is understanding. ”

In the queue, most of the people were bored, but Hong Fan listened carefully and compared them with their memories one by one.

"The exercises in the world, which can achieve artistic conception and martial saints, are called 'scriptures';

Those who can achieve the Yuan Magnetic Grandmaster are called 'Dian';

Those who can achieve the innate state of qi are called 'gong';

Further down, those who can only rotate in the power realm will not enter the stream, which is called 'trick'. ”

"This is the 'classic technique' of martial arts."

"Our Hong family's family inheritance method Yanliu Gong belongs to the third grade, and it is the first-class martial arts path in Jinhai City!"

Speaking of this, Hong Li's tone was slightly agitated.

"The head of our Hong family, the number one master in Jinhai City today, is the realm of Yanliu Achievement."

He said reservedly, attracting many children and honor.

Especially Hong Ping, his eyes almost raised to the top of his head.

However, Hong Fan, who is also the younger brother of the eldest house, felt the contemptuous gaze from all directions.

After that, Hong Li began to elaborate on the division and characteristics of the martial arts realm.

"In the realm of force, there are three small realms, which are inward-looking, penetrating, and ...... clearly."

"After cultivating the sense of qi, it is the inner vision."

"After breaking the three levels of internal vision and opening up the first serious one, it is a breakthrough realm."

"At this point, the qi feeling is condensed into true qi."

"After opening up the twelve canons, as well as the first strange vein, it is a state of chaos."

"At this point, the true qi can be released."

"After the realm of chaos is complete, the martial artist must comprehend nature, try to externalize the inside, and return to the innate qi."

"When all the true qi is transformed into true yuan, you will officially step into the qi realm."

About a quarter of an hour, Hong Li's explanation came to an end.

Then, he led everyone to the target area of the martial arts arena.

"The magic of martial arts is, after all, seeing is believing."

Hong Li said, his right hand and fingers into a palm, standing in front of him.

"Hong Qing and Guan Fu, you are studying for the first time, and today I will show you a little bit to let you get a glimpse of my Hong martial arts style."

As soon as he finished speaking, a high heat emanated from his hand, distorting the air around him.

Hong Fan and the others, who were facing radiation in the first row, suddenly had hot skin.

"This move is called Huoyun Palm!"

Hong Li shouted in a deep voice and waved his palm.

In the majestic sound, the invisible flame flow traveled more than ten meters, igniting a wooden human target into a raging torch in the air.

"This is the power of the Pure Realm!"

Although he has seen it many times, Hong Fu still can't help but admire.

"It's a pity that I can only practice the killing method after I get the Breakthrough Realm......"

And the two newcomers who saw such a scene for the first time were already dumbfounded, and their hearts were full of infinite yearning.

After completing the simple "orientation" work, Hong Li officially gave the class.

He first led everyone to review the Zhuji Quan and Yanliu Gong mental methods, leading everyone to visualize qi and guide the cycle.

This was followed by a Q&A session.

After the Q&A, the practice is to practice.

"Martial arts martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, is the kung fu that comes out."

Hong Li chanted the mantra and asked all the children to form a team freely according to the realm.

"Remember it all for me, don't ask for fast and heavy punches and kicks, pay attention to qi induction before shooting, and pay attention to aiki when you shoot......"

With his order, Hong Fu immediately wanted to talk to Hong Fan.

The concubine with mediocre martial arts talent is the existence in the worst situation in the ethnology.

After all, the sons-in-law love to show off the demeanor of the master, so as not to bully those "subordinates" who are not surnamed Hong.

If you want not to be bullied in sparring, the best way is for the "Hong Fan" to team up with each other.

But Hong Fu was still not fast enough today.

"Hong Fan, how about the two of us as a team this time?"

It was a young man who looked like Hong Fu, but was half a head taller.

Hong Fan recognized him.

This person's name is Hong An, the son-in-law of Sanfang, and Hong Fu's brother.

Hearing that his "big brother" was coming, Hong Fu immediately turned into a quail and swallowed back the words that poured into his throat.

After giving his friend a look of self-pity, he quickly slipped away and found someone else to report to the group to keep warm.

"Hong An, you will rob!"

Hong Ping, who was a few steps away, said with a slight regret on his face.

When Hong An heard this, he turned around and arched his hand proudly, like a hunter who was the first to grab the prey.

From beginning to end, he was not worried that Hong Fan would refuse.

Hong Fan did not refuse, as usual.

He bowed his head and found a vacant lot on the side with Hong An.

As a "social person" in his thirties with a psychological age, the traverser has long been tempered in the workplace in his previous life.

No matter how whitewashed human society is on the surface, the root cannot completely fade away from the background of the law of the jungle.

Like a beast in the mountains, the more you dare not mark your territory with your claw marks and urine, the more your neighbors will invade your door.

The more afraid things are, the more things come - the young people who have been replaced by the traversers obviously do not understand this truth.

Or he understands, but doesn't have the courage.

Hong Fan has a lot of memories of the "sparring" of ethnology - not so much light actual combat, but turn-based feeding and dismantling moves.

A team of two takes turns in charge of offense and defense.

Feints and combos are not allowed on the attacker, and dodges are not allowed on the defender.

[The purpose of this kind of training is to familiarize yourself with the blow, and the second is to unite your strength. 】

Hong Fan thought to himself.

"You come first."

Hong An said generously.

Hong Fan nodded, and after the opponent put himself in a position, he prepared a punch and hit the opponent's blocked forearm, making a muffled sound.

The punch was not fast and the power was not heavy.

"It's too light."

Hong An took it easily, and laughed and mocked.

Of course he didn't know that in order not to let people see that he had broken through to the third order of the inner vision realm, Hong Fan deliberately collected a few percent of his strength.

The serious injury was just recovering, but the martial arts were advancing by leaps and bounds, which was too ostentatious.

"Can't you exert any more force?"

With another punch, Hong An made another provocative speech.

But Hong Fan was unmoved.

He just followed the instructions of the teaching, and every blow was solid, and the flow of qi and the force of the muscles were in place.

After five rounds of strikes, the offense and defense are reversed.

"It's finally my turn."

Hong An moved his shoulders and didn't remind him, and punched Hong Fan who put out a boxing fight.

The blow was deflected off.

The tall young man snorted, and the change of hands was another heavy blow, landing on Hong Fan's forearm, causing a slight tingling.

The latter frowned slightly.

After two rounds of defense, Hong Fan realized that the opponent was not "practicing" at all, but "playing".

In the afterglow, the two noticed that the teaching had gone around in the distance.

Hong An was visibly excited.

He took a half-step forward and raised his knee as if he was about to kick out, but in fact he threw a heavy punch in his backhand.

This time it came down suddenly, even if Hong Fan raised his shoulders to block quickly, his cheeks were also grazed by the fist.

"It's a pity it's a little bit worse."

Hong An chuckled in a low voice, looking disappointed.

Hong Fan was a little impatient.

"You just made a feint with your legs, which is not in accordance with the rules."

He put down his fist and warned coldly.

"Who said that, I just had that footwork!"

Hong An said strongly.

Since the beginning of the training, he inexplicably felt that he was not as cool as before, and now he finally realized the reason.

Today's Hong Fan is too calm, and the tension and fear that he should have are all gone.