My Martial Arts Life Simulator

2022-05-10

Chapter 6 Thirty Years of Bitter Zen Art

What a great reward!

Yu Qing’s eyes instantly became hot.

In addition to the optional rewards, I even got a bit of luck directly.

But immediately, Yu Qing was embarrassed by these generous rewards.

How to choose?

In the long run, the attribute point is very critical and determines the result of each simulation.

But…

Bitter Zen Art!

This is an internal strength!

And it was the first time Yu Qing saw internal strength.

Be aware that selecting martial arts can directly inherit the cultivation realm in the simulation.

Bitter Zen Art is an entry level internal strength for Vajra Temple, and the handyman Disciple can be formally practiced after three years of assessment.

In other words, in this simulation, Yu Qing renovated the Bitter Zen Art that he had been studying for thirty years.

This is thirty years!

Yu Qing couldn’t help licking his dry lips, and he felt a little moved.

“The current situation is complicated, and the Yama Society doesn’t know what it is trying to do. The most important thing at the moment is to save lives!” Yu Qing hesitated and made a choice.

If he’s in a safe place now, he’ll raise the attribute without the slightest hesitation option, and then get better martial arts by simulating.

But now…

He needs three decades of Bitter Zen Art to deal with the current situation.

With Yu Qing’s selection, Sanskrit sounds appeared out of thin air in his brain, as if he were in the Buddha Holy Land.

Yu Qing only felt like a huge wave pierced through his body, and the skeleton around him made a slight clanging sound.

During the process of getting Divine Vestige, Yu Qing’s consciousness remained awake from start to finish.

On the one hand, the idea of countless martial arts poured into my mind like an enlightenment.

On the other hand, there are various changes to the body due to Bitter Zen Art.

What surprised Yu Qing the most was that Mountain Guard Fist, who originally stayed at the level of skin training, with the blessing of Bitter Zen Art, directly broke through to the realm of blood training.

pa!

Yu Qing swung both fists, and the fierce fist wind collided with the air to make a pleasant sound.

“Is this 30 years of Bitter Zen Art!” Yu Qing took a deep breath, he could feel the solid and vigorous energy in dantian.

As an introductory cultivation technique for Buddhism, Bitter Zen Art can be said to have no drawbacks, except that it takes a lot of time to cultivate. , comparable to advanced internal strength.

“If that Zhang Shucheng competes with himself again, he will lose his hand in the blink of an eye!” Yu Qing is very confident in his current strength.

But recalling that Ghost Eye Yama Third Xiao, the excitement on Yu Qing’s face suddenly subsided.

“For some reason, even with the blessing of Bitter Zen Art, I still feel very jealous of that Third Xiao in my heart, and I vaguely feel that the other party’s strength is still higher than my own.”

The inherited martial arts training experience has also brought Yu Qing a sharper perception.

The person who can stir the opponent’s blood by looking at each other must be an expert with deep internal strength.

Then here comes the problem!

Yu Qing looked at his fists full of power and muttered to himself: “What level does my current strength belong to in this world, the last-tier? The third-tier?”

……

This room is indeed as Wang Lei said, and no one wants to come to the remote one.

Yu Qing was given ample time and space to experiment with his martial arts.

He made a fist dance in the open space outside the house.

Suddenly, Yu Qing stopped and looked towards the center of the village.

It’s so late, who’s here?

This is one of the benefits of practicing internal strength, the improvement of perception ability.

He could clearly hear footsteps not far away.

When the other party is less than twenty steps away from him, he can still perceive the other party’s breathing.

He was frivolous and short of breath, and he seemed to be an ordinary person who was not in good health.

This kind of person is plentiful and easily available among the disaster victims.

“But the head of Thirteen?” A young man walked out of the corner of the path. At this time, the other party also saw Yu Qing outside the house and asked respectfully.

“I am Yu Qing.”

“Master San has an order to go to the Righteous Gathering Hall in the village to discuss matters.” The young man looked at Yu Qing so young, his eyes leaking The color of envy.

“Let’s go!” Yu Qing nodded, signaling the other party to lead the way.

The further you go to the center of the village, the more victims there are.

Yu Qing took a glance and found that most of them were young and strong, and there were many people holding some simple weapons in the middle.

Arriving at the Righteous Gathering Hall, which is the entrance of the village ancestral hall, the tattered victims were gone.

It was replaced by a group of rude men, all dressed in strong suits, and the long knives in their hands gleamed in the torch’s light.

There are twenty or thirty people!

Yu Qing heart startled, those who had previously held hoes or sticks were at best mobs.

The twenty or thirty people in front of them seem to be a little bit of an elite soldier.

Where is this Third Xiao sacred?

Looking at the swords in these people’s hands, you can see that things are not simple.

Yu Qing lifted his legs and entered the Righteous Gathering Hall. As soon as he entered the door, an acquaintance greeted him.

“Oh, brother Yu, you can make the big brothers wait, and you are the only one left!” Wang Lei hurried up and led Yu Qing to a place to sit down.

Yu Qing only had a chance to look all around after sitting down.

In a different time than before, there were a total of thirteen chairs in the Righteous Gathering Hall, one of which was the Imperial Tutor chair in the center, with six chairs on each side.

Look at the style of this chair is also different, and even straw.

It’s hard enough to find thirteen chairs in this dilapidated village.

But what makes Yu Qing curious is that there are only five people in the Righteous Gathering Hall, including himself.

Except for Third Master Xiao, who is in the esteemed position, and Yao Lin, the fourth master, who sits opposite.

There is also an old acquaintance who is standing behind Wang Lei’s chair.

Yu Qing and Wang Lei sit next to each other and can see each other with their heads turned slightly.

“How is it, is your nose okay?” Yu Qing asked with a smile.

This person is none other than the brother Wang Lei referred to, the short man who was knocked down by Yu Qing with two punches on the day of the free clinic.

Seeing that the tip of his nose is still red and swollen, he knows that the injury has not recovered.

“Seventh!” Wang Lei turned his head and shouted angrily at the man, “I haven’t seen the head of Thirteen!”

Then he said to Yu Qing with a Smile: “We have seven brothers in total. I am the Old Fourth, and he is the seventh.”

“I have seen the thirteenth master.” Wang Laoqi bowed his head obediently and honestly.

It’s just that the resentment in his eyes was captured by Yu Qing.

Yu Qing laughed, ignored it, and didn’t take each other seriously.

I didn’t have to worry about Bitter Zen Art before, but now that I have this hard-working internal strength, I don’t need to worry about it.

“Brother Yu, we are going to have a major event today!” At this time, Third Master Xiao, who was in the middle of the throne, suddenly got up and opened the mouth and said.

“Master San is open to anything, and our brother must go through water and tread on fire!” Wang Lei also hurriedly pulled Yu Qing to stand up, and replied boldly.

“Okay, the second and third, they have already taken a step ahead with some people, Old Eleventh, and Brother Yu, you two follow the Old Fourth, and listen to him in everything.”

“Okay!” Wang Lei patted his chest and said to Yao Lin, the fourth-in-command opposite: “Fourth Brother Yao, if you say east, we will go east, if you say west, we will go west, I Wang Lei have nothing to say! “

Yu Qing frowned, wanted to say something, but found that Wang Lei’s hand was secretly tugging at the corner of his clothes.

I don’t know what the other party was thinking, so Yu Qing closed his mouth and decided to take another look.

(End of this chapter)