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0122 Fist and Feet in One
Ancient eight city and ancient nine city are separated by one word, and the road is not close at all.
It takes at least a month to walk on two legs alone.
When the early spring arrives, everything begins to grow.
Weeds can satisfy hunger and quench thirst.
At the beginning, Gu Lang was the least used to it.
If you donโt eat, you have to be hungry. Later, you have to eat with your eyes closed.
The most headache is the coldness of spring.
The temperature is slightly warm during the day, and the cold at night pierces the bone marrow.
Tang Fan's mental power continued to burn, and his bones went from bad to worse.
The fire must be kept burning at night, and someone must guard and keep adding firewood.
Ji Chou does it by himself and sleeps up to three hours a day.
The rest of the time, either on the road, or taking care of Tang Fan and keeping warm on the road.
Every time when the night is quiet and bored, Ji Chou will practice the Five Elements Boxing and Five Elements Legs several times.
Ji Chou is very savvy, but he is not the best.
Research by yourself, no master will guide you.
With half the effort, progress is slow.
Sometimes I donโt know if what Iโm doing is right or wrong.
"Fist must be steady, legs must be ruthless."
"The world martial arts is fast and not attacking, it is just a general reference."
"Just begging for quickness, there are many things missing in the middle, and there is no such unexpected suddenness."
The speaker was naturally the only Zhou lame in the team who knew martial arts.
Ji Chou's mental power is now 22, and ordinary people are approaching, so he must know in advance.
However, when this teacher Zhou appeared, Ji Chou couldn't detect it from beginning to end.
While helpless, he also recognizes himself, although his strength has improved recently.
But compared with some real powerhouses, the gap is huge.
If you want to protect your loved ones, you must become stronger.
Of course, the brain can't be rusted, otherwise you can only be the legendary martial artist.
Ji Chou hurriedly stopped and ran up to help the old man.
"Ms. Zhou, why are you getting up? Resting more will help you recover your mental strength."
Zhou Lame's old face is relieved: "It's good to have this heart."
"Old man, I stumbled up and down, I've seen it a long time ago, so I don't have to take care of my minor illnesses."
The old man slowly became serious: "Do you understand what I meant?"
Ji Chou knows Zhou lame enough and can naturally guess the old man's thoughts.
Speaking bluntly: "The teacher wants to remind me that everything can't be rushed."
Zhou Lame nodded: "Yes, haste is not enough."
"I know you are worried about the dangers of Ancient eight city, and there is a life-and-death crisis with your sister and me."
"I have been forcing myself to become stronger and have enough strength to protect everyone."
"But have you ever thought that no matter how strong a person is, he will be weak after all."
Ji Chou instantly understood: "The teacher meant to let me use both Wang Xi and Zhu Fanfan."
"Twisted into one strand, only then can you be qualified to challenge the Gu Family Consortium."
Zhou Lame laughed, missing two front teeth, like a black hole in his mouth.
"Yes, that's it."
"For the same reason, this matter should not be rushed."
"It's fine to pay more attention to it."
Ji Chou thought for a while, since he is very familiar with Teacher Zhou, he is not welcome.
Asked: "Since Teacher Zhou is a master of martial arts, can you give me some tips and tricks."
Unexpectedly, Zhou Lame shook his head vigorously.
"No, no, the master of this boxing technique is not under me."
"Randomly giving pointers is tantamount to missing other people's efforts."
"The old guy knows, you have to look for me desperately."
What seemed to be spoken at random, but Ji Chou heard the way.
The hand that Zhou Lame showed in the morgue, I am afraid that even the two bodyguards of Gu Xiangfan have to look at the back of his neck.
It's a bit scary to think about people who can match Zhou Lame.
Ji Chou is a little grateful that the kung fu handed down by people of that level is definitely not bad.
Face the reality: "Let's do it, Teacher Zhou can help me point out some flaws in punches and legs."
Zhou Lame agreed frankly.
Ji Chou still didn't finish the calculation, and asked cheeky: "Teacher, can you teach me your swordsmanship?"
Zhou Lame raised a weird smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ji Chou knew that he was bad, and didn't want to give up. He tentatively asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhou Lame asked, "Do you have a sword?"
Ji Chou wanted to talk about a sword. It's easy to buy or grab it.
When he reached his lips, he suddenly suffocated, and secretly said: "Ms. Zhou will not ask such idiot questions."
In the next moment, Ji Chou's whole body is not good.
Tentatively asked: "Teacher, you are not letting my mental strength condense the sword?"
Zhou lame thumbs up: "Smart."
Ji Chou has a bitter face, let alone cohesiveness, even mental power cannot handle objects.
Immediately, with a bitter face, he blinked his eyes and the autumn water flowed.
Zhou Lame shuddered, "Stay away from me, it's useless to ask."
"The manifestation of mental power is the same as the awakening of the vanishing body. It depends entirely on talent."
"And extremely difficult."
"Unlike other talents and skills, it can be constantly honed to become more skilled and stronger."
"What kind of mental talent will be when it awakens is fixed for life."
Ji Chou doesn't care, he can pick up mental power attributes.
As long as there are enough attribute fragments, as strong as you want.
"Teacher, is there a way to condense objects with mental power."
"No." Zhou Lame was very rude.
Continued: "I only know swordsmanship. If you can't condense long swords, you can't learn art from me."
Ji Chou is not reconciled, secretly condenses his spiritual power.
He whispered in his heart: "Long sword, condense it."
Ji Chou's eyes just reminded the hair on Zhou Lame's head.
Just when Ji Chou was fierce, Zhou Lame's hair was flat and automatic.
The amplitude is very small and insignificant.
Ji Chou didn't notice it.
Zhou Lame raised her eyebrows subconsciously, thoughtfully.
Ji Chou hates himself hatefully, so he can't get out.
His face began to flush, and finally he spouted a mouthful of blood.
Zhou Lame hurriedly interrupted: "Okay, it's just a gathering of mental strength, and it actually suppressed myself from internal injuries."
Ji Chou slumped: "It's useless for students."
Zhou Lame changed the subject: "Have you discovered the secret of boxing and legs?"
Ji Chou thought for a long time but had no answer.
When Zhang Bozhong and Huang Jun cooperated, they were surrounded by the weight of the pseudo-changsheng.
Ji Chou couldn't see the two of them, and naturally couldn't know the power of the combined force.
Zhou Lame is so old that he only observes Ji Chou's practice, and he notices the strangeness.
"You try to practice your boxing and legs together."
It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. What Ji Chou has explored by himself is more fresh in his memory.
Ji Chou is also unambiguous, and the five-element boxing and legs are working simultaneously.
The foot swings with the fist, and the fist power begins to accumulate from the legs.
The guard at the foot is faster, and the power of his fist is more domineering.
A small experiment, Ji Chou Daigo initiated.
After a whole set of practice, the young man was heartily.
"Thank you Teacher Zhou."
The next moment, Ji Chou suddenly silenced.
Looking at the dark night around him, he took out his gun.