The wine is delicious, the crab is delicious, and it may not be good to be slapped with a stick.

Since he agreed to follow Su Lao-Xiwu half a month ago, Ning Baifeng has basically not had a good life.

According to the old man, since he wants to make up for it little by little, he naturally starts from the outer three realms of his body. Ning Baifeng didn't know what other people's physique was like, but when he boiled his physique, it was really a fight and a boil.

Su Lao is fighting, and Ning Baifeng is boiling.

On this day, Ning Baifeng finished practicing calligraphy for an hour and walked into an empty room in the courtyard. This room was originally used as a place for meditation, and was used by the old man as a practice room.

That day, Xue Changwei and an old man named Wu He came to the small courtyard with a rich crab feast and good wine. Su Lao smiled and said to Ning Baifeng that this was the last day that he could live a good life, and he would start to suffer from tomorrow, and he also asked if there was a place in the courtyard for martial arts training.

Xue Changwei, who had not left at that time, said that there was a quiet room in the courtyard with a spirit gathering array carved on the ground, which ensured that the spiritual energy was full and was of great benefit to people to practice. Su Lao didn't care, he only said that he didn't care if there was aura or not, as long as the house was stronger. Although Xue Changwei was puzzled, he still explained that there were various forbidden talisman arrays carved on the house, which was to prevent external forces from affecting the meditation of the people inside, and there was no doubt that it was strong, and it was no big deal to resist the blow of the Jindan Earth Immortal.

Since then, this room, called the quiet room, which is actually a practice room, has become the place where Ning Baifeng was beaten.

In the room, the old man was already waiting here, looked at the young man in white who came in, and said, "I just warmed up a few days ago, and today I will let you understand what martial arts is." Now take off the snakeskin on you, and take off your clothes, or I'm afraid you won't have a good garment by then." ”

Ning Baifeng paused for a moment, but still took off the white python dragon robe, and then under the old man's forced eyes, he took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of calf nose pants.

The moment the clothes were taken off, Ning Baifeng's face turned red, and even if he still had a pair of calf nose pants, he still felt like he was wearing nothing. If it was okay if he was alone, the point was that there was such a bad old man in the room, which made him feel extremely ashamed.

The old man frowned, a little unhappy, and scolded: "Don't look like a girl for me, are you straight in front or upright in the back." Since you can't wipe that face, then I'll help you, from today onwards, you will live naked, when I am satisfied, when I will wear clothes again!"

Ning Baifeng looked embarrassed, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a flower in front of him.

There was a loud bang.

The whole person flew out upside down in an instant, slamming heavily on the wall, and the whole room shook slightly. The pain was so severe that it almost burst through his chest, and a mouthful of blood was pressed to his throat, but there were still blood stains spilling from the corners of his mouth. In the middle of the chest, a large red stain on the thumb instantly turned into a bruise, which looked extremely dazzling on the smooth skin.

The old man held a four-foot short stick in his hand, pointed at the young man standing against the wall, and said with an indifferent face: "When you are fighting, the enemy will not care whether you are ashamed or not, but will only see if you are dead or not!"

Ning Baifeng swallowed the blood, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and exhaled.

Unexpectedly, another black shadow struck, and he subconsciously raised his arm, but he was hit on his head by a huge force, and the whole person immediately hit out diagonally, sliding far away on the ground, until he hit the corner of the wall.

The old man said angrily: "Who gave you the courage to dare to ventilate in front of the enemy! Or do you think that if I am an elder, I will definitely not kill you?

Yes, you have made two mistakes in just a few moments, and if you fight someone, you can't die anymore!"

Ning Baifeng struggled to sit up, a black mark lay across his left arm, but he didn't feel pain, but his left hand couldn't move the slightest.

The old man in front of him was ruthless, far from the smiling and chatty appearance in the past, but Ning Baifeng was used to it. Ever since he walked into this ashram, the old man had become extremely vicious, and his attacks were almost ruthless. Between the words, he has always regarded him as Ning Baifeng's enemy.

The old man said coldly: "Of the three realms outside the martial arts, the first realm is refining tendons. But you have no muscles to refine, and the beating you took a few days ago just made you feel the pain when refining your tendons. ”

Ning Baifeng gasped when he heard this, he dared to love those who were beaten in vain, you always did it on purpose.

The old man showed his left hand behind his back and threw another short stick at Ning Baifeng's feet, "The third realm is skin refining, the skin is in the flesh, and the body is bone. You are born with extraordinary physique, so we will start from refining the skin, from the outside in, leaving the hardest bones at the end and slowly refining. After being beaten for so many days, you must also be a little resentful, pick up this short stick, don't say I won't give you a chance to fight back. ”

Ning Baifeng grabbed the short stick and stood up.

The old man shook the short stick in his right hand and said, "When I didn't practice martial arts for a while, I liked bamboo canes and shoes, and I walked thousands of miles alone to study. When the road is difficult, he explores the road with a bamboo cane in his hand. Later, he practiced martial arts, and comprehended the three-trick staff method, which I called asking for directions. ”

The old man pointed to the thumb-sized bruise on his chest, "What just hit you in the chest is the first form of the way-finding stick." When crossing the river and climbing the mountain, the role of the bamboo cane in the hand is to explore how deep the water is and how thick the grass is. Point there and go there. Even if it is pointing to the sky, you have to walk over it!"

"That's why this style is called the Pointing to the Sky Style, and if you stick out, even the sky will try to find out the depth!"

The short stick in the old man's hand was withdrawn and placed across his waist. After squatting slightly, the short stick behind the waist was suddenly pulled out, swept forward, and brought up a wave of compelling qi, and then the short stick swirled in the hand, and the whole person stabbed forward with the short stick obliquely, like an angry dragon out of the abyss, and the strength of the stick head was like a white rainbow through the sun.

Ning Baifeng listened silently and did not let go of the slightest trace of the old man's movements.

Beaten, injured, can't fail to learn moves!

The old man retracted the short stick and said in a cold voice: "See clearly?

Ning Baifeng was on guard, as if he was facing a great enemy.

The old man shook his right hand and stepped out.

Ning Baifeng's eyes flashed with purple, and he finally caught the old man's figure and the short stick that was extremely fast.

In an instant, the short stick in his right hand stabbed out without hesitation.

What he used was not the old man's Pointing to the Heavens, but the three practices he had practiced for a long time, drawing his sword and drawing his sword.

The two short sticks collided, but no sound came out.

At the head of the stick, an invisible energy passed through the short rod, and the fingers of Ning Baifeng's right hand holding the stick passed into the body through the right arm.

It can be clearly seen that starting with the right finger, the skin and flesh of the whole body are like waves, undulating and surging in circles. The waves swept across the body, and when they finally came out of the tips of the left fingers, all five left fingernails burst open, exploding a cloud of blood mist.

Ning Baifeng only felt that his whole body seemed to be scraped by a fine sharp knife, and the pain was deep in his heart and deep into the bone marrow.

So that the whole body stiffened, like dead wood.

The old man put away the stick and stood up, quite satisfied with the effect of this blow, "A blow to the sky is to condense all the essence and spirit of the whole body on the head of the stick, and after the blow, no matter what is on the opposite side, even if it is the sky, it must be stabbed."

holes. Liu Jian's one-of-a-kind refining focuses on accumulating sword qi, not fighting. If you deal with it in this way, you can't say that you are wrong, you can only say that you are unwise. ”

Ning Baifeng froze in place for a whole time before he slowly turned his neck and wanted to retract his feet, but he suddenly fell to the ground and struggled a few times before sitting up.

The old man suddenly felt that the young man sitting on the ground was mobilizing his qi, and immediately hid on the ground, and the whole quiet room shook heavily. A wave of qi spread around the old man until it enveloped the entire house.

Suddenly, the huge waves in the sea of qi in the abdomen were surging, and the true qi in the three major points was like an angry dragon, rushing everywhere in the body.

The qi machine was cut off, and Ning Baifeng immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The old man didn't care, and said coldly: "Refining skin is to boil the body and relieve the pain with vitality, so what else do you have to boil for! Remember this pain and get used to it!"

Ning Baifeng sat for two incense sticks before he staggered to his feet.

I glanced down at my bloody left hand, which hung weakly at my side, but there was no trace of pain, and the ground was bloodstained, not red, slightly black and purple.

Ning Baifeng's heart suddenly changed, refining skin and refining skin, refining skin and flesh impurities, and removing turnips.

The old man didn't care about these details, pointed to the young man's left arm, and sneered slightly: "The one that sweeps the arm is called the interception style, and on the mountaineering road, the grass and trees are dense and thorny, and the bamboo cane in his hand sweeps and splits, clearing all obstacles for the road ahead." Even if there is a high mountain growing on the ground, if it is swept by a rod, it must be broken into two knots!"

After observing that Ning Baifeng's qi was gradually calming down and his body was no longer so shaky, the old man's right hand received the short stick from his waist, and he took a step forward with his left foot, squatting slightly, and posing in a strange posture.

Seeing this starting style again, Ning Baifeng had a sense of foreboding.

The old man hooked Ning Baifeng with his left hand, and smiled a little incomprehensibly, "Now give you a chance to fight back, do you want to know what the last style is called?"

Ning Baifeng wanted to shake his head and say no, but he didn't have a chance to speak.

The moment the old man finished speaking, he stepped out and arrived in front of Ning Baifeng, and the short stick in his hand turned into a shadow in the sky, slashing his head and covering his face.

Ning Baifeng immediately used the short stick as a long sword, trying to intercept it, but in vain.

For a while, a series of sounds of bamboo sticks popping beans sounded in the quiet room.

The dense stick shadows were endless, hitting all over Ning Baifeng's body. In the blink of an eye, his body was covered with scars, but not a trace of blood flowed out.

Under such a swift cane strike, Ning Baifeng couldn't resist at all, and was ready to carry it hard.

The old man sneered, "It's useful to hide?!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, the short stick in the old man's hand swept and hit the young man's leg, and then before he fell to the ground, the old man took a few steps under his feet, and walked around him at great speed, and the short stick in his hand suddenly accelerated, and the staff was like a storm.

The young man was beaten and floated in the air, and he couldn't fall to the ground at all. And the old man's figure pulled out four afterimages, and continued to beat around him. It's like four people gathered around and whipping a hydrangea.

The old man waved the short stick in his hand and whipped it on the young man floating in the air, but his mouth did not stop, "The last style is called the blocking style! Anyone who is within the range of this rod will be stopped, and there is nowhere to escape!"

Ning Baifeng felt like he was jolting in the middle of the huge waves, no matter how he dodged, he was still beaten by the huge waves.

After a few breaths, the four afterimages merged into one, and the old man withdrew.

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