In the outer courtyard, the blue-gray earth looks unusually dark in the moonlight, the willow sways slightly in the breeze, and the cries of the grasshoppers around are clearly in the ears.

"Don't worry, I promise you that nothing will happen to them in three years. Seemingly knowing what Hu Jian was thinking, Zhang Guang said.

When Hu Jian heard this, his frowning brows stretched out, and he nodded, fortunately, he still has three years.

"Within three years, you reach the strength of the Martial Sect, and I will tell you everything. Seeing that Hu Jian's face had recovered a little, as if he wanted to ask something, Zhang Guang waved his hand.

"Good. Hu Jian exhaled lightly and nodded, a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhang Guang sighed slightly in his heart, which Martial Sect does not need decades of penance, if Hu Jian knows this, I don't know if it can still be like this, but Martial Sect is the lowest strength requirement.

"Refining the body, the power of the bloodline from the martial disciple to the martial saint is not the whole of strength, the strength of a body refiner also depends on combat experience, combat skills, and of course, weapons are also a part of it. Zhang Guang then said.

Hu Jian's brows furrowed slightly, he somewhat understood the general meaning, but he couldn't understand the specific subtleties.

"Do you know why Zhao Heng was able to use the Martial Saint Cultivation as a hard resistance to the Jindan period and not fall behind?"

Hu Jian shook his head, but a light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he was looking forward to Zhang Guang's next words.

Zhang Guang sat on the stone bench, held the cigarette holder with his right hand, lit the fire, inhaled sharply, and sparked.

"Back then, in addition to Zhao Heng's Heaven Rank Divine Weapon with a Shattered Star Sword, what was more important was his self-created martial arts, which could maximize the use of his body's various abilities, speed, and strength could be increased several times. Zhang Guang clenched his fists slightly at the void, a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes, and the admiration in his words was very obvious.

"Today I will pass on this set of combat skills to you, are you willing to learn?" Zhang Guangyi changed his usual calm and calm, his voice was serious, and his face was full of seriousness.

"I'm willing!" Hu Jian listened to Zhang Guangkong's powerful voice, suddenly felt his heart surge, and nodded heavily at Zhang Guang.

"Okay," Zhang Guang saw this, broke off three willow branches from the willow tree, lit them with the pipe in his hand, and inserted them into the ground in the southwest direction.

"Kowtow three times in the direction of Master Zu. Zhang Guang's tone was extremely serious.

Hu Jian's face was straight, and he knocked three times in the direction of the burning willow branch.

The wind suddenly became stronger, the sound of the "whirring" wind entered the ears, and the willow branches in the yard swayed.

Zhang Guang's eyes were extremely complicated, in fact, he didn't want Hu Jian to get involved in this grievance, but looking at Hu Jian's performance tonight, he knew Hu Jian's temperament, this kid was as stubborn as a cow, even if he didn't know about Hu Zhong and Zhao Ling, if Hu Zhong and the others didn't come back for a long time, he would definitely go out to explore, not to mention that he already knew.

If it doesn't go his way, it is estimated that Hu Jian will fall into depression, and it is obvious that many of Hu Jian's recent performances are very abnormal.

What Hu Jian didn't know was that Wuzong's strength was actually just Zhang Guang's words of comfort to him, and Zhang Guang originally planned to fake his death and leave after Hu Jian married a wife three years later.

"Get up. Zhang Guang sighed.

"Let's call me Grandpa Zhang, listen to it and get used to it. Zhang Guang saw Hu Jian's hesitation and didn't know what to call it, and laughed softly.

"Grandpa Zhang, you and Zhao Heng?" Hu Jian looked at Zhang Guang, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Zhao Heng is your grandfather, as for me, I'm just an outcast. The corners of Zhang Guang's mouth moved slightly, showing a hint of self-deprecation.

When Hu Jian heard this, he knew that things would not be so simple, but Zhang Guang didn't say anything, so he didn't ask.

"Patriarch Zhao Hengtian is a talent, this stacking strength is the ancestor to study the movement of human muscles, control the movement of the muscles of the body to the limit, so as to be able to burst out of a combat method far beyond the strength of the body itself..."

Hu Jian listened intently, sometimes frowning, sometimes exclaiming...

The fist starts from the abdominal muscles, transmits to the psoas muscles, then the upper arms and small arms, the fist, and finally gathers the whole body strength on the raised knuckles in the heart of the fist.

In this process, one is for the self-protection of the body, because the muscles have a limited ability to withstand strength, and the other is unable to control the shaking of muscles to the subtleties, and there will be a large amount of escape in each link, and it is impossible to play all the strength.

The stacking of dark strength is to control your muscles to the extreme, change the instinct of the body, and exert force on your own, layer by layer, so as to increase your strength and speed.

The entire combat skill is divided into three levels: primary, intermediate, and advanced, which can exert 2 times, 4 times, and 6 times the strength respectively, which is equivalent to a direct increase in strength by several times, and the speed of relying on strength is also the same, which is extremely powerful.

However, this kind of combat skill also has its drawbacks, because the overuse of muscles will cause a greater load on the muscles, and the strength that can be used by the strong at different levels is also limited, regardless of the realm of body refining, the more first-order use is good, and it is okay to cultivate for a period of time after the war, but if the tenacity of the two-order muscles cannot withstand it at all, it will be directly pulled off by the fierce force and damage the foundation, and the high-level 6 times the explosive power can only be used above the martial arts realm.

After listening to Zhang Guang's words, Hu Jian gradually had a theoretical understanding of the dark strength of the stack, his mouth was slightly open, his brows were deeply furrowed, and he obviously felt very strange about all this.

"You try to throw a punch, try to slow down your movements, feel the use of power, the shaking of your muscles. Zhang Guang looked at the look on Hu Jian's face and spoke.

Hu Jian nodded when he heard this, closed his eyes, and slowly punched the air, feeling the process seriously.

The abdominal muscles contract slightly, the power is transmitted to the shoulder, and then the shoulder is pushed by this force, and it is naturally transmitted to the arm, and the forearm throws the whole arm out under the impetus of this force, and then the power is transmitted to the forearm, and the fist is waved out after the forearm is undertaken, and then the five fingers of the palm are forced...

He clearly felt the operation of the force, but he did not feel the waste of strength, including the shaking of the muscles, and looked at Zhang Guang suspiciously.

"The method of stacking strength and dark strength, you need to understand it yourself, and I can't help you with this. Zhang Guang shook his head slightly and spit out a puff of smoke rings, obviously understanding Hu Jian's doubts.

When Hu Jian heard this, he also nodded slightly, touched his arm, and showed a hint of thought on his face, and then repeated the process of swinging his fist like this, once, twice...

Sunrise, sunset, life in Qingcun is still as usual, the villagers are busy, ten days later....

There was still half an hour before noon, and in a courtyard surrounded by blue-gray branches, there were a few traces of water on the ground, which made it look black, and the two teenagers lifted the barrel, sweat slowly slid down their faces, and their lips were slightly chapped...

Zhang Guang is not there, he should have gone to the forest to hunt again, and Xiaocui has often been away from home recently, and I heard from the people in the village that Xiaocui seems to have been herding sheep with a man in Ding Village recently.

And Hu Jian still repeated carrying water and soaking medicinal liquid every day for the past ten days, and practiced stacking strength and wood spirit tricks at night. There is still no progress in the wood spirit juejue, although it is the same, but he has become more and more familiar with the process of the body's force, and the coordination of the body has improved, and now the two wooden barrels, filled with water, are no longer shaking like the beginning, and the strength makes Hu Jian even more happy, and now the two wooden barrels have 8 more red dots.

Chen Jun looked at Hu Jian, who was faintly faster than himself, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Hu Jian, how much have you hit?" Chen Jun stood on the wooden steps, looked at the water depth of about 0.7 meters at the end, and said to Hu Jian in front of him.

"0.8 meters" Hu Jian didn't look back and said.

"You... Why did you grow so fast, did the master open you a small stove? Chen Jun's words were very sour.

"Nope. This is the hundredth time that Chen Jun has asked since the fifth day, Zhang Guang has not opened a small stove for him in addition to teaching himself dark energy, every time he is exhausted in the past few days, the "aura" will drill into his body, and his strength can grow more than ten catties every day, and now there are 4 more nails on the belly of the barrel than Chen Jun.

"Oh, it's not fair, why do you grow so fast, I'm worse than you except for your eyes. Chen Jun was secretly unhappy in his heart, he knew that there was no shortcut in the martial arts realm, it all relied on his own physical development, but he was still surprised by Hu Jian's rapid progress.

At this moment, Hu Jian noticed that the children who were playing at the entrance of the village suddenly looked stunned, and then ran into the village screaming in horror, some of them didn't even take their shoes, as if they were frightened.

"What's wrong with them?" Chen Jun obviously noticed the scene as well.

"Quick, hide first. Hu Jian's face sank and he said urgently.

Chen Jun obviously seemed to have thought of something, his face was frightened, and he hurriedly entered the house.

The two of them quickly closed the door, and then moved to the bench, and looked out of the house through the crack in the door, ignoring their beating hearts.

"Bang, bang," the muffled sound like footsteps gradually became clear, and Xiaobai's face on the beam was full of fear, and his body was even more trembling...