The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 51
Feng Ji's consciousness was immersed in the attribute panel.

Name: Feng Ji

Constitution: 9.7 (1.0 for normal adults)

Power: 9.4
Agility: 9.5
Spirit: 3.6
Gongfa: Golden Bell Cover (Completion), Zhaojiaquan (Consummation), Plum Blossom Boxing (Consummation), Tiger Claw Kung Fu (Consummation), Panlong Single Sword (Consummation), Eight Diagrams Boxing (Consummation), Five Tiger Broken Door Knife (Consummation) )
Attribute Points: 0
Feng Ji learned Duan Ermi's gossip boxing, which includes gossip swordsmanship, gossip-walking dragon footwork, etc., but Feng Ji has one discovery, that is, only the skills of each school can increase attributes.

In other words, in terms of boxing, only the practice methods such as Zhuang Gong can increase the value of various attributes.

However, the specific application of weapons, fists and kicks has no way to increase the attribute value.

Therefore, tricks such as the Panlong Single Sword, the Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Sword, and the Eight Diagrams Sword cannot bring Feng Ji an increase in attribute value.

Feng Ji can probably guess the reason.

Because boxing is also divided into training methods and fighting methods.

This practice method nourishes the body, nourishes qi, blood and essence.The way of playing hurts the body and consumes energy, blood and strength, and the two complement each other.

So practice can increase attribute points, but playing can't.

Fist, foot and weapon kung fu is naturally a standard style of play.

But the standing exercises and breathing methods that can move Qi and blood are the practice methods of a skill.

So don't look at the series of consummation-level exercises in Feng Ji's exercise column.

But in fact, among the newly learned exercises, the only one that really increased his attribute value was Baguaquan.

It is also fortunate that Duan Ermi has a complete Bagua boxing inheritance, otherwise Feng Ji would not have learned this set of Bagua boxing.

From the beginning to the completion of Baguaquan, Feng Ji has added a lot of agility attribute points.

So much so that now Feng Ji's agility attribute has finally caught up with the strength attribute.

The only pity is that it cost him a lot of attribute points to add so many perfection-level exercises.

During these seven days, he continued to take medicinal baths and food supplements, and all the attribute points were used to add some exercises.

Feng Ji didn't regret it, anyway, now he has obtained two medicinal bath methods, one is the medicinal bath method of Meihuaquan, and the other is the medicinal bath method of Zhaojiaquan.

Yes, Zhao Jian also passed on Zhao Jiaquan's medicinal bath method to Feng Ji.

The only pity is that Zhao Jinhuan's golden bell mask medicine bath method was not obtained, and Feng Ji regretted that he killed too fast at that time.

But thinking about it, with Zhao Jinhuan's temperament, he would rather die than say anything.

Now Feng Ji's attribute points can be increased by 2 points each time just by relying on medicinal baths. He will bathe once a day in the morning and evening, which means an increase of 4 points.

Coupled with food supplements, he can accumulate 2 points throughout the day, that is to say, now he can increase 6 attribute points every day.

Of course, as his various attributes continued to upgrade, Feng Ji discovered that the increase in attributes brought about by the improvement of the realm of kung fu was getting slower and slower.

In the past, a skill, from entry to proficiency, could at least increase the value of each attribute by four or five points.

But since approaching the 10-point checkpoint, Feng Ji discovered that even if the kung fu is added to perfection, it can only increase the value of each attribute by about 0.1 to 0.5 points.

Perhaps this is because the body's qi and blood have been developed to the limit, or it may be that the limit of the exercises is so high.

However, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Feng Ji only has one idea, and that is to keep learning new skills until the skills are upgraded and he can no longer bring himself to increase his attributes.

With the terrifying level of his own attribute values ​​of nearly 10 points, Feng Ji dared to say that in this era, in one-on-one situations, he should have no opponents.

After all, his physical fitness is ten times higher than that of ordinary people, and his body is already the limit of human development.

The only thing that needs to be improved now is the realm of kung fu.

The state of kung fu mentioned here is not the state of a certain boxing method, but the skill of applying qi and blood.

Specifically, it is the use of strength.

The use of strength is divided into three levels: bright strength, dark strength, and transformation strength.

When Feng Ji was fighting with the bandits seven days ago, he accidentally stepped into the realm of Ming Jin.

Since then, the strength has become one, and the bright strength has exploded, and the explosive power is extremely terrifying.

While taking a medicinal bath, Feng Ji was thinking about how to transform his body's energy and blood, so as to improve his energy to a higher level.

"Ample qi and blood is my capital, but it doesn't mean that my use of qi and blood has reached the limit."

"Zhao Jinhuan has reached the level of proficiency in cultivating the golden bell cover. Although he is not perfect, his defense is amazing and he is well-known in the northern martial arts."

"However, against Wen Biao, the master of Hard Monkey Fist, he was still defeated by the defense of the golden bell shield."

Feng Ji recalled the battle between Wen Biao and Zhao Jinhuan. Zhao Jinhuan was above Wen Biao in terms of height and build.

It can be said that Zhao Jinhuan's physical fitness and various attributes are definitely above Wen Biao.

Wen Biao was obviously only about 1.6 meters tall, but when he shot, the explosive power was so strong that even Zhao Jinhuan's gold bell shield couldn't stop it.

It can be seen from this that Wen Biao must have mastered the method of using strength, that is, Mingjin.

But Feng Ji reckoned that Wen Biao's realm was even higher, not just as simple as Ming Jin, but also dark Jin.

Otherwise, Zhao Jinhuan's Golden Bell Shade could not be broken so easily.

Thinking of Wen Biao's bright explosive power, Feng Ji couldn't help but think of his own bright explosive power.

It is also in the realm of Ming Jin, and Wen Biao's burst of Ming Jin can break through Zhao Jinhuan's golden bell defense.

But when he first entered Ming Jin, he could crush a person's head with a single punch, breaking through Zhao Jinhuan's defense in an instant.

This shows a problem, the state of strength and physical fitness are two different things.

Any boxer can comprehend Ming Jin and master the technique of using energy and blood in a single stream.

But everyone's physical fitness is different, and the degree of depth of qi and blood is also different, so the same is the state of Mingjin, and the strength that erupts is also different.

That is to say, there is no fixed numerical range for the explosive power of Mingjin, it is just a technique of bursting energy and blood.

The specific explosive power depends on the physical fitness and the depth of qi and blood.

With Feng Ji's qi and blood ten times that of ordinary people, once he unleashes Ming Jin, the qi and blood burst out, and he might really have tens of thousands of jin of strength.

Feng Ji gradually understood the truth.

The relationship between qi, blood and bright energy sounds complicated, but it is actually not complicated.

For example, the same two people have the same fighting skills.

But because of the difference in height and body type, a tall person is naturally stronger than a thin and short person.

Qi and blood correspond to the size difference of the human body, while Ming Jin refers to fighting skills.

Feng Ji suddenly thought of the saying in the boxing proverb: boxing is afraid of the young.

The reason for this is probably also because young people's energy and blood are stronger than old people's.

Even if the old man has rich boxing experience, it is difficult to stop the decline of Qi and blood.

There was a look of enlightenment in Feng Ji's eyes, and suddenly a slender hand came up behind him, interrupting Feng Ji's thoughts.

"Sir, it's time to change the medicine."

Zhang Shurong's cheeks were slightly red, and she said in a low voice.

Her voice was like a mosquito, and she was too shy to look at Feng Ji's muscular back.

Feng Ji turned his head and saw her head turned to one side, a shy blush appeared on Bai Yuwuxia's face, he couldn't help but smiled slightly: "Change it."

Zhang Shurong let out an 'um', and sprinkled the prepared medicine into the tub, and gently stirred it with jade hands to promote the melting of the medicine.

Looking at her beautiful figure, Feng Ji couldn't help but feel his blood circulate a little faster.

He forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, performed the pile power again, and absorbed the effect of the medicine.

While Zhang Shurong was helping him add water, hesitant expression appeared on his face.

Although Feng Ji didn't open his eyes, he felt her emotion and asked, "Is there anything you want to say?"

Zhang Shurong was startled, and then smiled wryly: "Master, there is indeed something that I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

"what's up?"

"My brother wrote a letter, saying that my father will be buried tomorrow and wants me...to go back with you."

Feng Ji remained expressionless, still closing his eyes to feel the changes in the blood in his body, and said, "Then go, what's the trouble?"

Zhang Shurong was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help saying: "Sir, do you mind?"

"Mind what?"

"People say that my elder brother has taken refuge with the Japanese. If you show up at Zhang's house at this time, I'm afraid it will attract criticism..." Zhang Shurong worried.

Feng Ji smiled, opened his eyes, and looked at Zhang Shurong: "Then do you want me to go?"

Zhang Shurong became embarrassed, and said firmly after a while: "Or else I won't go, my husband, you killed bandits, and now you are famous, how can you lose your reputation because of it?"

Feng Ji was surprised, glanced at Zhang Shurong, and said, "That's your father, he's going to be buried, why don't you go? Aren't you afraid of being scolded for being unfilial?"

Zhang Shurong's eyes were red, she bit her lips, and said with a choked voice: "My father said, marrying a husband follows a husband. When I marry you, I want to think about you everywhere. I am not only the daughter of the Zhang family, but also the daughter-in-law of the Feng family. Your wife, Mr. Xiang, how can I affect your future, Mr. Xiang, because of my own selfishness?"

"Besides, when my father was alive, he didn't like dealing with the Japanese. He scolded my elder brother many times and ordered him not to interact with the Japanese. My elder brother refused to listen, and now he has pushed the entire Zhang family into a pit of fire."

"I wrote seven or eight letters to persuade him, but he never replied to me. How could he treat me like a daughter of the Zhang family?"

"If you don't go, you won't go. Without Daddy, I still have you, my husband."

Hearing this, Feng Ji couldn't help but smile, and he put his arms around his wife.

"Ah--my husband..."

Zhang Shurong was picked up by him and put into the bathtub.

The hot water from the tub wetted her thin shirt, revealing her beautiful figure.

As the saying goes, twigs bear fruit, which quenches thirst and relieves fire.

Feng Ji hugged her from behind, and smiled in her ear: "Since you can think about me, how can I not think about you?"

"Your father is your father, and your elder brother is your elder brother. Since I married you, I shall send your father on his last journey."

Zhang Shurong's pretty face flushed, she hurriedly covered her mouth, and glanced outside the door in a panic.

"Msg... Xianggong, Lian Er and the others... are still outside..."

"Wouldn't that be better?"

(End of this chapter)