"How is his cultivation" The abbot asked the black shadow man with a smile, "A few days ago, Senior Brother Yanqing, it seems that Yi Jun is a big group every day.
Looking at this speed and momentum, I am afraid that the seventy-two stunts will be completed in thirteen days. ” The black shadow shook his head: "I'm afraid there will be some chaos."
However, this kid is also good enough. ” "As far as you can see, there is danger," the old monk asked.
"The blessings outweigh the curses."
The black shadow said lightly.
This guy, the last time Yi Jun entered the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he said this, Zhen Nima's egg hurts.
At this time, the old abbot thought for a while and said, "Even if something goes wrong, it shouldn't be much of a problem."
The black shadow shook his head, and didn't seem to dwell on the topic anymore, but said, "I think, you should pay more attention to the things down the mountain."
The word about you going to sit down has spread widely, and now there is an undercurrent surging outside.
That person will definitely come to the door, don't be careless.
Although your kung fu is better than his, he has taken advantage of his youth and strength.
Otherwise, I'll help you secretly."
"No, no," said the abbot arch with his head shaken, "you've come to this point, so forget it." ” At this time, Yi Jun was still concentrating on cultivating the seventy-two stunts of the Duolin Temple, and there were even some signs of integrating these seventy kinds of stunts, at least on the surface, which was quite terrifying.
On the side, Master Yanqing was dumbfounded, and he didn't know how to describe the shock and embarrassment in his heart.
He saw that Yi Jun had almost disrupted and scattered more than seventy kinds of stunts, except for the internal strength and mental method, but as long as other things could be expressed in the moves, it was messy It's messed up, it's all messed up Sit with a punch of Arhat boxing, and the next move is to beat the monument hand.
Even the first few styles in one move were palm techniques, and then they were immediately transformed into boxing techniques within the same move However, what Master Yanqing has to admire is that no matter how powerful this bullshit and indiscriminate "boxing" is, at least after being put together piecemeal, there is no sense of stagnation.
No matter how bad it is, it can maintain a smooth flow.
Seventy-two stunts, each stunt does not know how many moves, each move does not know how many styles, so how many can add up to the sea.
However, Yi Jun can easily use any of these moves and combine them without pause.
It's a skill, and the premise is to be able to master it at least.
Of course, because these fists, palms, fingerings and other kung fu are too scattered, they will definitely not be too powerful when they are first put together, and they are a bit rigid, which is inevitable.
However, after only half a day passed, Master Yanqing's eyes were even more wide-glazed.
Because he already vaguely felt that Yi Jun's originally bullshit style of play began to show signs of power Every punch, every palm, every leg, every finger, either the tiger and the tiger are like thunder and explosion, or they are vicious and vicious like a poisonous snake spitting letters.
Now, it can't be called bullshit.
At the very least, it can be called a kind of exercise, and it is a relatively powerful and vigorous exercise.
And Master Yanqing can see that Yi Jun's kung fu has become more and more concise.
For example, the original seventy-two stunts added up to five thousand moves, but he slowly eliminated one thousand, two thousand, and three thousand moves, and by the time it was dark in the afternoon, the most common of Yi Jun's moves was only three or five hundred moves.
It can't be said that the dross is eliminated and the essence is retained, after all, every stunt in Duolin Temple is created by the senior monks, and the follow-up has also undergone countless generations of masters' repairs, and the moves can be described as exquisite.
However, what Yi Jun left behind was the most suitable for himself, and it was also the most subtle part of the subtlety.
It's just that he's compressed so many tricks, and this guy still doesn't seem to be very satisfied, and he's still "compressing".
Master Yanqing doesn't know what step this guy has to do before it can be regarded as an end.
It was the fourteenth day, and the Yi army fought until the sun set.
Wiping the sweat on his body, Yi Jun smiled and said, "Master, please arrange it for your temple, and there will be one more steamed bun today."
Too much physical energy is consumed, tired and hungry. ” Master Yanqing nodded, but he "advised" for the last time: "Yi Jun, Lao Wei really admires your ability now, and admits that he underestimated you at the beginning.
But you're so neat, it's not appropriate, it's still inappropriate.
Indeed, if you put these scattered tricks together now, you can even call it a completely new exercise, which is remarkable.
But does it make sense to do this, what is the value of you, a master whose strength is no less than that of a legend?"
It seems that Master Yanqing and other high-level martial arts leaders have gradually come to know the fact that Yi Jun is not a legend, so he says that "his strength is no less than that of a legend".
However, Master Yanqing's words do make sense.
Even if Yi Jun created a boxing technique by himself, then how could Yi Sanye teach him, it must be a good boxing technique, at least that Baji Fist is enough for him to burst out with great power in the legendary realm.
Self-created, may be able to leave a strong mark in the martial arts, and it can be regarded as a generation of grandmasters, but for cultivation, the value is really not very large.
Master Yanqing felt that the most important thing for Yi Jun now was to ascend to the realm of legends first.
As for the false name of creating one's own exercises, starting a sect, or something, it doesn't matter if you save it for later.
Anyway, he's still very young, and he has a lot of time.
However, Yi Jun just shook his head and smiled, and said, "The juniors are just trying, and they don't want to leave much fame."
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The abbot master gave the juniors fifteen days, and it was impossible to expect the juniors to learn how many martial arts they had learned. ” "But" Master Yanqing didn't know what kind of medicine the abbot senior brother was buying in the gourd.
But at this time, the little warrior monk who delivered the food had already arrived.
Yi Jun smiled and grabbed an extra steamed bun, and said, "The younger generation is very hungry, eat one more master first, hey little master, please take another steamed bun for Master Yanqing." ” The little monk nodded, and Yi Jun had already gobbled it up.
Master Yanqing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said no more.
Yi Jun himself doesn't care, what kind of heart he, the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry.
However, Master Yanqing really admired Yi Jun. is young in his twenties, if he really makes a set of exquisite kung fu, it will be an anomaly.
Looking at the past and present, even if there are many great masters, I have never heard of anyone who is enough to start a sect and create their own unique kung fu at this age.
On that day, Yi Jun rested very early.
The quality of rest at night is not very high, and it seems that the mind is full of moves, constantly emerging, evolving, inducting, and analyzing in sleep, and it is chaotic to death.
However, on the outside, he slept soundly.
Occasionally, because he fell asleep too deeply, he kept saying some vague dream words, which also alarmed Master Yanqing, who was resting not far away.
The old monk lightly went to Yi Jun's resting place, and Yi Jun didn't even notice it.
In the past, this would have been almost unthinkable.
Because anyone who has reached such a close distance to Yi Jun, and it is a distance that can almost harm him with a single move, he has not been aware of it at all, and he has never had it.
Master Yanqing knew that this guy might have reached an extremely important juncture.
Without words, he sat down on his knees a few meters outside of Yi Jun.
He was afraid that others would disturb Yi Jun, so as not to cause any accidents, which could be regarded as personally acting as a protector for Yi Jun.
Although the old monk has a bad temper, he is a bodhisattva
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