Jidao martial arts modifier

Chapter 35 Internal Strength
  "Hahaha, good!"

A burst of hearty laughter came from the backyard of Lin Mansion.

Lin Gensheng looked at Lin Yu, who was tall and burly, and nodded repeatedly: "That's how it should be, that's how manly it is!"

He had a dream of being a knight since he was a child, but unfortunately he was unable to embark on the path of martial arts due to various reasons. Now that he sees his eldest grandson being so accomplished, he is naturally very relieved.

It's like your dream comes true.

"Old Lin, how long has your eldest grandson been practicing martial arts?"

An old man next to Lin Gensheng looked at Lin Yu and asked.

Lin Gensheng turned to look at him and slapped his head, "Look at me, I even forgot to introduce him."

With that said, he introduced Lin Yu: "My grandson, this is your Grandpa Zhao. He was already a second-rate warrior twenty years ago and is your senior in martial arts."

Hearing this, Lin Yu hurriedly performed a junior salute: "Junior Lin Yu has met Grandpa Zhao, please give me some advice."

"It's okay to give advice." Zhao Fuan nodded slowly, and then asked curiously: "I see that your skin is smooth and your hands are clean. I guess you have been practicing martial arts for a short time, how can you be so strong?"

The more he looked at it, the more strange he felt. Lin Yu looked like he had never practiced martial arts, but he exuded the full temperament of a warrior.

Those muscles are definitely not grown out of thin air, they can only be achieved by practicing martial arts for many years.

When he said this, Lin Gensheng also noticed this.

He hurriedly asked: "Xiaoyu, what kind of kung fu are you practicing? How long have you been practicing?"

"Well, I just asked my mother to get some low-level martial arts, and then I stole some moves from Tiger Gate, and then I practiced them blindly. I don't know if I practiced them correctly."

Lin Yu said with the words he had already thought of.

When Zhao Fu'an heard this, he immediately lowered his face and said: "Young man, you can't mess around like this. If you practice wrongly, you will leave the root of the disease."

Lin Gensheng also looked serious, "Xiaoyu, practicing martial arts is not a child's play. You must not follow your temper."

Upon seeing this, Lin Yu immediately followed the two men's words and said, "Please give me some advice from Grandpa Zhao to see if there is anything wrong with the martial arts I practice."

"Okay." Zhao Fu'an nodded heavily, "Just practice it here and show me."

He thought to himself that he could see through the tricks that a child could use by blindly guessing.

"Grandpa Zhao is optimistic about it."

Without further ado, Lin Yu pulled out the knife from his waist, jumped back, and practiced the afterimage knife technique in the yard.

Lin Gensheng and Zhao Fuan watched quietly from the side.

Lin Gensheng had never practiced martial arts after all, so he couldn't see any problem with it, and the same could not be said for Zhao Fu'an.

The more he looked at it, the more serious his face became, and the trace of contempt in his heart had long since been put away, replaced by infinite curiosity.

He originally thought that a teenager in his teens would have some attainments in martial arts, but the martial arts that he thought about would definitely be unsightly.

As a result, when he saw it, the whole set of moves was not only impressive, but also somewhat confusing to him.

It seemed that this set of martial arts was superior to the second-grade martial arts he was practicing.

Zhao Fu'an was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that he, a master and second-rate martial artist who had practiced martial arts for many years, could not see through the kung fu created by a child.

"Accept!"

Suddenly, Zhao Fuan shouted loudly, pulled out the sword from his waist, and stabbed Lin Yu with one sword.

He couldn't hold it anymore and just wanted to try Lin Yu's kung fu for himself.

clang--

Lin Yu firmly blocked the sword and took a step back.

Zhao Fu'an, on the other hand, had a complex look on his face and stood there without attacking, seeming to be thinking about something.

Lin Yu secretly thought to himself that from what he saw just now, this Grandpa Zhao was not as good as himself, at least in terms of moves.

His own moves were obviously much better than his opponent's.

Of course, this does not mean that you can defeat the opponent.

There was a powerful force hidden in the sword just now, but it was not triggered or released.

If it were released, just that sword could make him hate himself on the spot.

"It's weird, it's really weird!" At this time, Zhao Fuan suddenly spoke and kept saying surprises.

"Grandpa Zhao, is there anything wrong with my martial arts?"

Lin Yu naturally knew that there would be no problem with his kung fu, but he still asked modestly.

"No problem, very good!" Zhao Fu'an sheathed his sword, stroked his beard and praised sincerely: "Young genius, you are indeed a young genius! You are definitely the most talented person I, Zhao, have ever seen in my life. "

When Lin Gensheng on the side heard this, a hint of joy appeared on his face. He came over and asked, "Brother Zhao, is my grandson really so powerful?"

"Of course. I dare say that even the ancestors of various sects are not so capable. They can create a second-level martial arts when they first enter the martial arts."

Zhao Fuan was completely impressed by Lin Yu at this time.

He has lived for such a long time and has seen countless martial arts. Naturally, he knows that Lin Yu's martial arts was definitely not learned from anyone, but was created by mixing some inferior martial arts.

Being able to create original martial arts at such a young age really refreshed his outlook on life, and made him lament the terrifying nature of his talent.

"Grandpa Zhao, I have a question."

Lin Yu saw Zhao Fuan's shocked expression and was afraid that he would continue to delve into the matter, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Ask, I can tell you everything I know."

Zhao Fuan was in a good mood.

"Grandpa Zhao, the sword you just struck seemed ordinary, but it seemed to contain powerful power that didn't explode. I'm curious about what's going on."

"Hahaha!" Zhao Fu'an laughed loudly and said: "Sure enough, no one has taught you, you don't even know the inner strength."

"Internal strength..."

"Internal strength, also known as internal strength, is the powerful force that bursts out of a warrior's body. When practiced to the extreme, it can even hurt people from a distance." Zhao Fu'an explained while stroking his beard.

Lin Yu was very interested and continued to ask: "Grandpa Zhao, where does this internal power come from?"

"Internal strength cannot be developed by practicing moves. You must practice special internal skills and mental methods..."

Zhao Fuan explained it in detail.

Only then did Lin Yu realize that what he had been practicing was actually just martial arts. The scientific name is martial arts, and when combined with internal strength, it can be called martial arts.

It's just that internal strength is not common, so everyone generally calls martial arts martial arts.

Unlike martial arts, not everyone can practice internal strength.

People with poor martial arts qualifications will never be able to get started.

However, once you succeed in learning, the power that bursts out is beyond the comparison of ordinary warriors.

In the martial arts world, only warriors with great internal strength are considered first-rate warriors. Otherwise, no matter how strong they are, they are only second-rate warriors.

For example, the Zhao Fuan in front of him has been unable to step into the threshold of a first-class warrior because he has been unable to make any progress in his internal skills.

Also, there is no clear grade of internal strength. All internal strength is created by master-level figures.

Therefore, when it comes to martial arts, the government can turn a blind eye and allow them to be circulated on the black market, but if you don't join a sect, you will never learn internal skills.

Moreover, generally smaller martial arts sects only have one set of internal skills, which are unique skills of the sect. Only disciples recognized by the sect's senior leaders are eligible to learn it.

If anyone dares to learn secretly, especially those outside the sect, it will definitely be an undying hatred.

Based on this, Lin Yu guessed that Yang Yuanzheng had not yet obtained the qualification to practice internal strength, so he did not talk about internal strength that time.

As a result, he was always in the dark, thinking that martial arts were just martial arts. As long as he practiced martial arts and continued to train his body, he could become a first-class martial artist.

There is no way, after all, he can only understand the world through the things around him and the memory of the original owner. It is impossible to draw conclusions based on his own imagination and what he saw and heard in his previous life.

Yang Yuanzheng didn't tell him, and the original owner only knew that successful martial artists were very fierce, capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards with one hand, and breaking rocks with one punch, but he didn't know the specific process.

As a result, he has always been ignorant about martial arts, and he can bully those who are weaker than himself.

It can be seen from this that it is very necessary to join the sect, and professional questions must be answered by professionals.

Hearsay is ultimately unreliable.

"Lin Yu, do you want to learn internal skills?"

While Lin Yu was thinking, Zhao Fuan suddenly asked.

(End of this chapter)