Mei Daojia glanced at Tie Song with palpitations, rubbing her aching head, fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I would have to become a Buddha.

Thinking about it again, in the process of punching just now, the fist was so sharp, the fist should have been infused with spiritual power, otherwise how could it be so powerful.

But how did the spiritual power come from? No matter how I coerce and tempt, this guy stays in the dantian and is as stable as an uncle, why did he move by himself just now?

That's it, Mei Daojia gestured forward and shook her head, no, no, I just wanted to beat that tree as that hateful spiritual power.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Mei Daojia's mind, and the spirit moved at will, not to use his mind to mobilize spiritual power, but to concentrate his mind on the target, as long as he swung his strength, the spiritual power would operate on its own.

Mei Daojia, who seemed to have found the trick, was a little excited, eager to try again, whether it was as he thought.

He slowly approached the iron pine tree just now, gently kicked the pine cones on the ground, looked at the tree with palpitations, and tried to push the trunk carefully and hard, it was okay, a safe one.

Forget it, how can we say that we are also in the same group, isn't beating it equivalent to beating yourself, so who is it better to beat?

"I'll let you eat!"

Mei Daojia's mind suddenly flashed Lu Jianren's treacherous villain's face, and a wave of anger instantly surged into his heart, only to see him clench his fists, bow his shoulders and swing out vigorously: "I'll let you eat!"

The fist slammed into the trunk of the tree, and the spiritual power in Mei Daojia's dantian poured into the fist along the meridians in his hand, and the fist full of spiritual power was like a hard hammer, and with a bang, not only the bark, but even the trunk was smashed down by him.

Sure enough, Mei Daojia, who had won the blow, covered his head and rushed out seven or eight meters away, and the pine cones on the tree fell behind him with a bang.

Mei Daojia turned around and looked at the iron pine trunk that he smashed out of a small pit, proudly crossed the waist of the bucket, and laughed, "You have no teacher, you fat man and I are really geniuses!"

If this punch hits a person, it will not break the tendons and fractures, and it may be an inconspicuous trick in the eyes of the monks, but the power of this punch can be compared to the decades of penance of those masters of the rivers and lakes among mortals.

The next thing is to distribute it in key places, which should mean that the spiritual power will be distributed in all parts of the body by itself with the target to be attacked, so I don't need to worry about it.

Unstoppable, that should be the momentum, there must be a kind of momentum that does not hit the south wall and does not look back, how is the text wrong, it feels like a cow, is it a wall in front, and you have to hit it hard?

Well, no, it should be a husband, and the momentum of ten thousand people is not open, uh, it is still a little inappropriate; alas, it doesn't matter, anyway, the momentum should be enough, and I can't make it up if I don't read much.

That's right, without this kind of momentum, how can you mix in the world of cultivating immortals, I heard Hei Tian say at the wine table that in battles between monks, the losing side is often wiped out.

In this kind of life-and-death battle, if the momentum is weaker than the opponent, you will have to be afraid of three points first, and you will shrink your hands and feet.

It's similar to fighting with roadside hooligans, others haven't done it yet, bluff you first, and you'll be so scared that your feet tremble, and you don't have to fight this fight, momentum, momentum, momentum.

At this point, Mei Daojia has mastered the sixteen-character movement method of reckless bull strength, although the operation of spiritual power is not said to be handy, but after all, it can be operated, and he is no longer the person who has no power to restrain the chicken.

Tasting the sweetness, he was interested, and began to study the four moves of the reckless bull, in this Xuanyuan world, the fist is the last word, if you don't even have the ability to protect yourself, you just wait for others to pinch you flat and round.

The first style of Mangniu Jin, heavy shoulders and arched back, left foot forward, left hand raised to protect the door, right hand fist bend, waist as the axis to the left side of the rotation force, right fist quickly blasted out, directly hit the enemy's vital point;

In the second form of Mangniu Jin, the spiritual power is distributed on the toes, and the force is sent back, and the body rushes forward with the force, and quickly approaches the enemy with lightning speed, and then the spiritual power is distributed on the left shoulder or right shoulder, and the impact is used to hit the enemy with the top of the shoulder.

The third style of reckless bull strength, heavy shoulders lunge, catch the enemy with both hands, and throw the enemy into the air with the strength of the tripod.

In the fourth form of Mangniu Jin, the spiritual power is distributed on the soles of the feet, and the force is used to stomp on the ground, and the enemy who falls from the air and falls to the ground is severely damaged.

Mei Daojia frowned and scratched her head, the moves are simple and clear, but why is it so awkward?

The first type of cow swings its head, the second type of cow hits people, the third type of cow horns pick people, and the fourth type of cow stomping its feet, it's over, if you come to another trick of cattle ploughing the field and cow pulling the cart, this whole cow feast will be live, and the person who has created this set of exercises is a cattle herder.

Complaining is complaining, but Mei Daojia did not slack off, he still practiced seriously according to the exercises and moves, and now he has to rely on this exercise to protect himself, he doesn't dare to joke with himself.

Old people often say that the fist does not leave the hand, the song does not leave the mouth, it is no matter how ordinary the move, practice thousands of times, practice makes perfect, and it will also become their own killer move.

Mei Daojia may not be talented enough, but he is very hardworking, and the things he believes will not change easily, and he can even be said to be stubborn, in his words, life has given up on me, but I will not give up on myself, which may be the tenacity of a person who has lived at the bottom of society for a long time.

...... ......

After eating, she returned to the small courtyard, Mei Daojia rubbed her sore arm that had been overpracticed and walked into the house.

Mu Zhicai, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and smirking, saw Mei Daojia come in, and trotted up to him in two steps and said, "Look, look!"

I saw him stretch out the palm of his right hand upward, and after a slight turn of half a circle, a small stream of spiritual energy gushed out, and a soybean-sized flame appeared in his palm.

Although the flame is not big, the light emitted is more dazzling than an ordinary flame, and the high heat emitted by it even makes Mei Daojia, who is close, a little unbearable.

Mu Zhicai accepted the spell in Mei Daojia's envious gaze, and asked proudly, "Senior Brother Mei, this fireball technique is still eye-catching, right?"

"It's not just an eye-catcher, Senior Brother Mu has mastered the fireball technique in such a short time, this talent is really not covered!"

Mu Zhicai, who was praised by Mei Daojia, was satisfied with Mei Daojia and sat down, put on the wine and food that had been prepared, poured two bowls of wine, and said with the wine bowl.

"Although the reputation of the death squad is not very good, but today, the two of us can be regarded as entering the hall and becoming a part of the cultivation of immortals, come, drink this cup full, celebrate, and cheer yourself up!"

"!" "!"

Putting down the wine bowl, Mu Zhicai asked, "What exercises did Senior Brother Mei choose from Wenzhilou?"

Mei Daojia scratched her head and said a little gloomily: "Huang Immortal Master said that my ethereal root does not have the attributes of the five elements, and if I cultivate the five elements exercises, the power will be reduced by three layers, so I chose the body cultivation exercises without the five elements!"

Mei Daojia looked depressed, and Mu Zhicai comforted him.

"The physical cultivation method is not bad, the book does not record the ancient power of those physical cultivation, although it does not have the momentum of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea and changing the sky like the Fa Xiu, but the gestures can also destroy the world and break the void!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Mu, there is a difference between high and low exercises, but since it exists, there must be a reason for existence, and I will cultivate it well!"

Although Mu Zhicai's comfort was a little pale, Mei Daojia was still very grateful in her heart.

"If you have ambition, come, do another bowl!"