Chapter 15 The Ageless Naughty Zhou Botong

While thinking about it, while remembering, with the bug of 'never forgetting', Zhao Lang quickly wrote down this Taizu long fist, known as the 'mother of a hundred fists', and another Taizu stick method.

"Try it," Zhao Lang closed his eyes slightly, and the moves in Taizu's long fist flowed through his mind like flowing water, and it was extremely clear.

He moved, his hands were spread, like a bird flying high, suddenly rushed a few steps, and pushed forward with both palms, entrainment of whirring wind, quite powerful, and then his wrists trembled, and he waved his hands violently into eagle claws, which was fierce.

Sometimes three steps in a row, sometimes kicks in a chain, after having a bit of internal force foundation, Zhao Lang's martial arts talent has become more terrifying, in less than half an hour, the full sixty styles of Taizu long fist and the supporting Taizu stick method have already begun to peek into the doorway, reaching the point of being like a god.

"Kui Xing is independent, Shuanglong probes his claws, the tiger is lying on the desk, and he wears flowers left and right" Zhao Lang closed his eyes and danced his fist according to the impression in his mind.

In his mind, a three-dimensional space slowly appeared, the size of which was about a square circle, and he was in it, no matter up or down in all directions, it was extremely clear in his mind, and even the flow of air stirred up by his fist wind, Zhao Lang could clearly perceive it.

This is the ability that Zhao Lang inadvertently discovered in this month, when he closes his eyes and abandons his vision and enters into thoughtlessness, he will enter this magical state. In this state, he seems to be able to possess the divine thoughts of a legendary cultivator, and he can understand the situation around him without looking at it.

Zhao Lang didn't know if the appearance of this ability was due to some unusual qualitative change caused by the fusion of the soul of the original owner of this body, or the ability that came with the time traveling, and he didn't know if there were any other secrets in his body besides this ability. But he knew that this ability of divine thought sensing was extremely useful to himself today.

After casting this realm of divine thought, his perception of his surroundings went far beyond mere observation with his eyes. If you use this trick in battle, it is conservatively estimated that your combat effectiveness can increase by more than 50%, and if you are surprised, it will have a more significant effect with its suddenness. When he used this move when practicing martial arts, he could more objectively understand whether his moves were standard, so that Zhao Lang's comprehension and learning ability of his already genius became more demonic.

The realm of divine thought has now been regarded by Zhao Lang as his bottom card in the pressure box, focusing on training and studying.

However, using this kind of divine thought consumes a lot of spiritual energy, even if Zhao Lang fully supports it, he can only support the tea before he will be exhausted, and he will have to rest for a few hours to recover. Even though Zhao Lang tried his best to exercise in the past month, hoping to extend the duration, there was still no significant effect, so he could only go with the flow.

After closing his eyes and using his divine thoughts, Zhao Lang's Taizu Long Fist became more standard, with every move and style, as if he was a big boxer who had been lewd in boxing for many years. In this dance, Zhao Lang Taizu's attainment of long fist deepened rapidly.

After most of the tea, Zhao Lang stopped, opened his eyes, and his face was slightly pale: "No wonder Taizu Long Fist can only exert great power in the hands of someone like Qiao Feng." It turns out that this boxing method is similar to the Yang family's marksmanship, and it is also born from the martial arts on the battlefield!"

After practicing for so long, Zhao Lang probably also found a hint of clues, every move and style of this Taizu Changquan is a simple and sharp move, focusing on lethality and destructiveness, but not paying much attention to the dismantling of the moves and their own protection. In other words, this is a very "rushing" boxing method, which is more suitable for the battlefield of life and death, and it is not suitable to be placed in the fight of the rivers and lakes.

Zhao Kuangyin is the founding emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, quite talented, and won the country with a Taizu long fist Taizu stick method. His opponent is naturally on the battlefield, and the martial arts he creates are, of course, also in response to the battlefield conquest. To comprehend the essence of Taizu's long fist, only like Qiao Feng in the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, can he fight and practice on the battlefield of the border city.

Of course, the reason why Qiao Feng was able to make Taizu's long fist burst out with a power far beyond ordinary people is probably related to the wolf-like Khitan blood in his bones, and this kind of fighting talent in his bones is very much that people can speculate. Other martial arts people can't compare with Qiao Feng, the god of war, so the power of Taizu's long fist can't be brought into play, and it can only be reduced to a third-rate martial arts on the rivers and lakes.

"Taizu Changquan, hehe, it's quite interesting. Well, since you have come to Xiangyang City of the Condor and don't go to the battlefield to play, how can you cross over this time!" Zhao Lang carried a long steel stick, glanced at the silver Tai Chi gossip on his wrist that slowly converged on his brilliance, and pouted, "You vampire, every time Young Master Ben cultivates, you absorb half of Young Master Ben's energy, and eat so much of my skill, and you don't return any benefits to me." It's a shame to be so tall, it's really in vain that I have full expectations for you. ”

I knew in my heart that my crossing might be related to this inexplicable Tai Chi gossip that followed me. It's a pity that in such a long world, there is nothing special about the Tai Chi Bagua pattern except for the light and absorbing one's own true qi. Zhao Lang was helpless about this, and only hoped that he would be able to solve the mystery when the opportunity came in the future.

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Zhao Lang walked outside the manor, patting the Tai Chi gossip pattern on his wrist, and said with a smile: "Since you have eaten so much of my skills, bless me with better luck! It is best for me to meet peerless masters when I go out, teach me a peerless martial arts, and save me from learning the internal skills of the Nine Yin True Scriptures, but I have practiced these third-rate moves." ”

"Don't chase me, don't chase me, okay!" As soon as Zhao Lang's words fell, a figure passed by him, shouting and jumping into the distance.

Zhao Lang turned his head to look and found that it was an old man in a cloth cloth with white hair. Just looking at the white hair, Zhao Lang knew that this old man was definitely not young, but his speed when he ran was still very amazing, more than several times faster than that of a strong adult.

In just one breath, the old man had already run more than ten zhang away, and disappeared in front of Zhao Lang at a corner of the street.

"This little old man is really energetic," Zhao Lang shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I don't know which sect of old-timers ran so fast that I didn't even have a chance to hug my thighs."

Before Zhao Lang finished complaining, another figure appeared in front of him, a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome appearance, an extraordinary temperament, and a decent face.

"May I ask this little brother, have you ever seen an old man passing by here?" the young man looked quite anxious, and pulled Zhao Lang and asked.

Zhao Lang rolled his eyes and said leisurely: "Calm down, calm down, young man, if you pull my clothes again, my clothes will be torn." ”

The young man was stunned, looked at the child in front of him who was a head lower than himself, but spoke in an old-fashioned manner, let go of his hand in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm too anxious." In the lower Jeruqi, may I ask this little brother, have you ever seen an old man with white hair pass by here? That's my master, if you see it, I hope the little brother will tell you. ”

"Oh, so your name is Jeru!"

Wait, Jeluzy! This young man is Jeruqi! And that old man is Jeruzy's master, isn't that

"Ahh

Yeluqi nodded innocently: "Little brother, that's right! I'm Yeluqi, do you know me?"

Zhao Lang: ""

Yeluqi said, "Little brother, why are you crying, where are you going?"

Zhao Lang cried: "Once, there was an old man with a lot of stupid cheats in front of me, I didn't cherish it, and I didn't regret it until the old man ran away." Young Master Ben is going to find this old man now!

Tai Chi gossip pattern uncle, are you really so smart, you can give whatever you want, if you want a peerless master, send me one?

If it's true, you can bless me for getting that old urchin back! I'll give you 32 likes, okay? If not, sixty-four likes, one hundred and twenty-eight likes are fine! Zhao Lang complained wildly in his heart.

The old naughty boy Zhou Botong is approachable, greedy for martial arts, and teaches martial arts to anyone he catches.