From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

The next morning,

Use the black wooden portable iron altar and do squats on horseback for daily exercise.

But today he took off his shirt, and his posture changed from static horse to dynamic horse.

The body rises and falls in a harmonious rhythm, and the muscles around the body alternate between tense and relaxed states.

Leng Kong, on the other hand, was like a little apprentice, posing in the same position behind him, carefully observing the changes in Kuromu's muscles and the flow of strength. From time to time, he would stretch out his palms and place them against Kuromu's back to feel the rhythm of the muscles at close range.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

While adjusting his breathing to the same frequency as Kuroki, he controlled his muscles and tried to move closer to Kuroki, but no matter how he controlled his muscles, he didn't seem to feel the same as Kuroki.

"Haha. Take your time. I combined the magic spear with the Erhu style Vajra form. I have been practicing hard for decades to reach this point."

"If you could reach this level of completion now, you would be really evil."

Sensing that the cold air was no longer calm, Kuroki promptly reminded him.

"I'm impatient!"

"call"

Leng Kong breathed out slowly and readjusted his breathing rhythm.

Now he finally knows how happy he is to have a master at his disposal.

It's like there is a beacon in front of you. Just follow the path and it's much more efficient than crossing the river by feeling the stones.

"Okay, my pile training is over and I'm going to meditate."

When the martial arts realm reaches the level of Kuroki, daily strength and stake training are just to maintain physical strength. What is more important is to enter meditation and use the spirit to understand the world, in order to achieve the unity of heaven and man and break through the limits!

"No, it's only for a moment."

The rhythmic muscles disappeared from his eyes, and Leng Kong seemed to have lost some big treasure. He stared straight at Kuroki with a pitiful expression.

He felt, how could the light be gone?

"Remember the feeling of your muscles and think about it carefully."

"The higher the completion level of the King Kong type, the higher the defense and attack will be improved. Little devil, please take this into consideration!"

Kuroki waved his hand and walked towards the dense forest without looking back.

At the same time, I secretly whispered in my heart,

"With Leng Kong's strong physique, if he can really train to the perfection of the King Kong type, and then improve his skills, his combat power will be truly terrifying and boundless.

hehe

Just thinking about it, Kuroki felt his blood heat up, and his long-dormant fighting spirit was about to stir.

Standing on the top of the mountain, there is no opponent, then create your own opponent!

Just to break through the barriers of Wu Zhiji and find a new way forward.

"Kid, work hard!"

"Try to be my Taoist friend!"

"You have the potential!"

He walked to a giant tree where he usually meditated, and sat down on the stone slab below. He looked deeply in the direction of the cold sky, then held the lotus in his hands, and his mind sank into the space between heaven and earth.

If Leng Kong didn't have this potential, how could he bother so much and devote all his muscles to it.

"How does the muscle feel?"

"Completeness?"

"In the final analysis, it's still about muscle control!"

"If I had known earlier, I would have extracted Yuri's super muscle control. This would make training much easier."

"Uncle Kuroki will definitely be shocked when the time comes."

"Ha ha."

Thoughts were racing in his mind, and Leng Kong controlled the muscles around his body to continuously tighten and relax, concentrating all his efforts to get closer to the rhythm he felt on Kuroki's body.

The mental power honed in the pure white world covers the whole body, and the whole heart can feel every beat of the muscles and every flow of force.

After gradually sinking in, Leng Kong felt as if he had entered the Thunder God's trial again, excluding his own body, the cold air of the winter solstice, the sound of wind in the forest, the squeezing depression in the body, the will of death, including time, space, etc.

Everything in the outside world is isolated from his perception.

Using the muscle rhythm felt on Kuroki's body as a guiding light and a specific breathing rhythm as an aid, we gradually move closer to that "feeling". And move closer!

At noon, Kuroki returned to the lawn of the wooden house after meditating, only to find that Leng Kong was still standing there. There was an inexplicable sense of harmony in the ups and downs of his body, and his eyes suddenly bulged.

"Is this breath a reflection of one's own body?"

"This state means forgetting all things?"

"Are you able to devote yourself to it so quickly?"

"Hiss."

"Is this kid still a human?"

When he saw the cold sky, he looked at the movement of his muscles and felt the rhythm of his muscles. After a whole morning of useless work, he entered a state of selfless cultivation. Even with Kuroki's state of mind, he couldn't help but take two breaths of cold air.

"evildoer!"

"call"

White air shot out from the mouth of the cold sky like an arrow, piercing the cold air and lingering in the air for a long time.

Opening his eyes, Leng Kong felt that his mind and body had never been so relaxed as before.

It was as if the will to die and the murderous aura remaining in his mind and body were expelled out of his body with this white breath.

The soul also seems to be cleansed from the inside out.

Muscle control comes second.

No, aren't you building muscles?

Why does it look like you are exercising your spirit again?

Turning his head, he saw Kuroki who had not completely closed his mouth and asked.

"Uncle, am I too careless?"

"How can I enter a meditative state as I practice?"

"My mind seems to be much more relaxed now, but can't it be distracting from training like this?"

Looking at Leng Kong who was looking for knowledge, the corners of Kuroki's eyes twitched.

Is this Jae-Fan?

Definitely Zaifan!

The in-depth cultivation that ordinary people could not ask for actually turned into a distraction in his mouth. Heimu held back and did not go up and slap him twice.

"What distraction?"

"This is deep practice!"

"Deep practice that you can sink your whole heart into!"

Kuroki's face was trembling as he spoke.

He can only quickly enter that realm after reaching the ultimate level of martial arts, but unfortunately it is of no use to improve his strength, because at this time, his spirit, body, and martial arts skills have all reached the full level and can only be used to comprehend the world.

If he could enter this state quickly at Leng Kong's age and reach the peak of martial arts in his 30s, he might even be able to open up a new path of practice now.

"Why do you think most schools have meditation training?"

“That’s because meditation can greatly focus and purify the mind, eliminate distracting thoughts, and reduce negative emotions, so that you can practice more efficiently.

"Is this the first time you have fallen into this state?"

Kuroki explained: "It's normal to feel relaxed!"

"Is that so?"

Leng Kong seems to understand but not understand.

It seems that this is indeed the first time that I have fallen into this state.

"Let me tell you, meditation only takes a few minutes."

Kuroki suddenly remembered Zhu Mei's words, and his eyes widened: "You were just lazy before, right? Have you never meditated seriously?"

Well.

"It seems... right!"

Leng Kong's tone was weak.

It seems that I have never meditated. What I call "meditation" is actually running to a pure white space to die. No wonder the more I practice, the more depressed I become.

The key is that Himuro Ryo didn’t even remind himself!

Otherwise, if I had known that meditation can purify the mind and eliminate negative emotions, I would have practiced it long ago, and I would not have been affected by the intention to die or murderous intent.

It can only be said that even with Ryo Himuro's level, he failed to realize the importance of meditation, let alone Ryo's condition.

In the previous chapters, many book friends said that a pig's trotter is a lunatic when beaten.

In fact, it follows normal logic.

This is what happens if there is no one to guide you.

What I want to do is to temper the pig's feet with perseverance, mental toughness, and willpower.

Then, after meeting the big boss Kuroki, he began to improve Pig's Knuckle's technique, mentality, and the breadth of his spirit and will, and gradually moved closer to the martial arts master.

But I heard from the editor that a lot of people seem to have left recently.

After I finished coding that day's chapter, I went back to revise it, and at least I didn't look so crazy.