The impact of the waterfall hundreds of zhang high is unimaginable, just used to polish the body and practice knife skills, and under the knocking of this huge external force, the potential of the human body will be fully developed.

Borrowing waterfall cultivation is not uncommon in the martial arts world written by Jin Daxia in the previous life, and the one-armed hero Yang Guo is one of the best examples.

Yang Guo can do it, he Zhang Zheng can naturally do it, and this physical talent is far stronger than Yang Guo, this has nothing to do with personal qualifications, but the gap in the world.

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In a hidden corner of the Grand Canyon, he built a simple house out of wood, a wooden building, leaning against a cliff on one side and supporting four huge logs three feet high on the other.

The wooden building is very simple, but it is very exquisite, three zhang square, there is only one wooden bed in the house, and outside the house is a grandstand that extends out a zhang away, and downstairs is a gurgling stream, which is crystal clear.

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Sitting quietly in the main building, you can see all directions, the field of vision is extremely broad, and Zhang Zheng is still quite satisfied with the comparison.

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The waterfall originates from the depths of the Broken Soul Mountain, the snow melts, it is cold and biting, wearing a lot of cold, ordinary people are unable to resist the cold in the water, and they will die of hypothermia at the least.

But for him, it was a good tempering, and after setting up the wooden building, he left the long knife behind, and plunged into the glacial lake under the waterfall.

As if falling into an ice cave, the cold air surged, with the turbulence of the water waves, one after another cold air stirred, Zhang Zheng's body was suddenly cold, his complexion remained unchanged, the blood in the blood vessels accelerated the flow, and the huge qi and blood ran through the whole body, immediately removing the cold from the body, and then the internal force in the dantian began to beat, and the warmth spread towards the limbs.

With this breath, he quickly sank to the bottom of the deep lake, where it was dark, without any light, only endless cold.

An inexplicable panic is born from the bottom of my heart, not about guts, but about the crisis of people's instinct for an unfamiliar environment.

But soon, Zhang Zheng suppressed this panic, and his body fell steadily to the bottom of the lake, but the strong buoyancy made him shake, and the pressure that came from all directions directly acted on the internal organs, making him dizzy.

This is exactly the kind of oppression he wants.

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"Huhu" A series of bubbles came out of his nostrils, Zhang Zheng did not start cultivating immediately, before that, he still needed to adapt to the environment at the bottom of the lake, feeling the buoyancy and pressure acting on his body.

A cup of tea was not enough, and when there was not much qi left in his body, he could only float to the surface of the lake, he took a hard breath of air and sank into the water again.

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The time of each ascent increased, and after dozens of repetitions, Zhang Zheng was able to maintain the balance of strength at the bottom of the lake.

Three days later, he began to officially practice Mianzhang.

At the bottom of the dark lake dozens of meters deep, every movement was extremely difficult, and at the beginning, he did not have the slightest palm technique, but just waved his palm at will, rolling up the water waves. Slowly, he was able to accurately grasp his own power.

"Boom", at the bottom of the lake, Zhang Zheng's eyes were closed, the palm of his right hand reached out, crossed an arc, and his left hand slowly retreated.

The movement of his palms is very slow, and it can even be said that he is strenuous, and every time he swings his palm, he has to pay more strength and consume a huge amount of qi and blood.

This situation did not last long, gradually, Zhang Zheng's hands became faster and faster, the palm shadow flew over, and the water in front of him was pulled, forming a huge whirlpool between his hands.

The two poles of yin and yang, follow the trend, and the cotton is the essence of the cotton palm.

At the same time, unconsciously, his qi and blood were constantly being tempered, and his strength was growing in an orderly manner, but Zhang Zheng didn't know all this, he had already been immersed in the cultivation of Mianzhang.

A feeling that he had never felt before rose in his heart, in the past, his cotton palm was rarely used against the enemy, and more often, it was by virtue of knife skills.

But at this moment, his enemy is this lake of ice water, and the powerful power acts on him all the time, and his palms are naturally oppressed like never before.

He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills

Zhang Zheng's comprehension of Mianzhang is growing at an extremely rapid rate, and there is a faint tendency to break through to perfection.

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Cultivation has no years, the white head is gone in a blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, he has been practicing in the lake for more than half a month, and now he can bring half an hour to come up again every time to breathe.

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"Huhu", deep at the bottom of the lake, a huge whirlpool straight to the surface of the water, rolling up countless gravel, in the center of the whirlpool, there is a naked teenager with the upper body, strong muscles bulging, covered with hideous wounds, some have long healed, but some have just scabbed.

The young man's hands shook, and the huge whirlpool immediately split apart, and a fine light shot out of his eyes, and his legs jumped, and he rushed straight out of the lake, and landed on the stones beside the lake, and his muscles trembled, and the water droplets on his body were shaken off.

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"The power of this lake can't affect me anymore, it's time to change places to cultivate. Zhang Zheng's eyes were slightly condensed, and then he looked at the waterfall on the side, and the water droplets in the sky slapped against the stones, making a shocking sound, and the momentum was terrifying.

Before, he couldn't bear the power of the waterfall, so he could only retreat to the second, first cultivate at the bottom of the lake, half a month passed, the result was remarkable, the qi and blood were more vigorous, the strength doubled, and between raising his hands and feet, it was the power of a thousand catties, and there was no problem in tearing the tiger and leopard alive.

But the most important thing is that the internal force in his dantian has shrunk by more than half under the strong oppression, and it has begun to have a trend of qualitative change.

This is what excites Zhang Zheng the most, if he wants to have higher achievements, he must lay the most solid foundation, at least, on the road of martial arts, his starting point will be higher than ordinary people.

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Putting on a samurai uniform, he turned around and walked towards the bamboo building, took the steel knife, and disappeared into the mountains and forests after a few ups and downs.

When it was about to get dark, Zhang Zheng returned to the bamboo forest with a knife in one hand and prey in the other. This is a beast similar to a wild boar, but it is even more ferocious and huge, one zhang long, and the two fangs alone are as sharp as a small scimitar.

The firelight flickered, tearing through the shrouded black curtain, and it didn't take long for the alluring fragrance to echo in the canyon, just the clear water, eating barbecued meat, he enjoyed this unrestrained life.

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The night sank, and the fire became fainter and fainter, until it was finally completely extinguished, and there was silence all around, and the towering bamboo buildings fell quietly on the rock wall.

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Early the next morning, Zhang Zheng came to the bottom of the waterfall with a steel knife, looked at the huge water, he hesitated for a moment, and then rushed straight into the center of the waterfall.

"Boom" His body was directly washed out by the strong current and fell into the lake.

The impact of the waterfall was still far beyond his expectations, and he didn't even have time to resist that kind of power, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

Naturally, he was not reconciled and rushed in again.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

was blasted out again and again, in just half an hour, Zhang Zheng tried countless times, but without exception, none of them succeeded, but he was covered with bruises.

His bones were about to be washed away, there was no place that didn't hurt, Zhang Zhengke didn't have a habit of masochism, he cultivated for a few days, and when he healed his injuries, he came to the waterfall again.

This time, instead of picking the center, he came to the edge of the slightly weaker impact.

Unexpectedly, he held on, and although he couldn't stand up from the current, he steadied himself and put his feet firmly on the stones.

Like a child who has just begun to practice knives, the long knife in his hand is waved haphazardly.

chop

chop

raise

stab

pare

Each knife had to withstand a huge impact, repeating the torture-like action again and again.