Yi Jun continued, and by the time he finished this new set of punches for the third time, the moves had been condensed into seventy-seven moves by him.
Moreover, while eliminating some of the original tricks, two new ones have been added to them.
Obviously, this is a constant run-in, looking for the most perfect plan.
On the fourth pass, there were more tricks, and it reached eighty moves again.
The fifth time, it decreases again, but more slowly.
Subsequently, Yi Jun didn't know how many times he polished this set of boxing techniques.
And the more final, almost once again, you can't condense another trick, and it's difficult to move step by step.
On the side, Master Yanqing was shocked.
As a great monk who keeps martial arts classics all year round, his vision is too vicious, and he can see that Yi Jun is improving and improving every time This terrifying speed almost makes people's heads explode.
Sometimes it's just a trick or even just a formula, but it's clearly an improvement.
And on the basis of almost all the essence of the essence later, how difficult it is to improve a move, Master Yanqing has the best experience.
At least, let him change any of the seventy-two stunts, I'm afraid he will have to think carefully for a year and a half, after all, every move and every style is the great wisdom of the predecessors and sages, and it is impossible to modify it so easily.
However, Yi Jun is so perverted, almost every punch down, he is improving.
It's skyrocketing.
Gradually, the sun sank in the west, shining red on half of the sky.
The warm red sun reflected Yi Jun, stretching his figure very long, and the whole person seemed to be more and more calm.
He was like a tiger at sunset, pacing back and forth in his kingdom. rumble Finally, when Yi Jun finally threw a vigorous punch and drove a huge punch out of thin air, everything was over Seventy-two tricks and seventy-two stunts, seventy-two tricks just happened to be evolved by him into seventy-two moves.
Yi Jun didn't deliberately pursue the perfection of the number, but this number is so strange and coincidental.
Standing with his hands down, Yi Jun closed his eyes and bathed in the light of the last line of the sunset, letting the mountain wind blow, standing like a rock.
On the side, Master Yanqing was dumbfounded, and his mind was still recalling the seventy-two moves just now after they were coherently integrated, as if they were a natural set of boxing techniques.
Even if that boxing method is placed in the martial arts holy land of Duolin Temple, it is definitely the best boxing method.
It is unimaginable that in today's era of hot weapons flourishing and ancient boxing techniques being depressed, there is such a creation.
Moreover, Master Yanqing faintly feels that this set of boxing techniques is more clever in that it is not restricted by the foundation of any sect.
If the strength of a practitioner reaches a certain level, such as the level of a master, then it is completely possible to cultivate this set of boxing techniques from scratch, and it will inevitably make this practitioner make a good breakthrough and exert great power Now, Master Yanqing is completely convinced. looked at Yi Jun in a daze, and felt that it was a pity that this guy was not a monk.
If you really concentrate on martial arts in this Duolin Temple, you may be able to create some great atmosphere Moreover, Yi Jun's current momentum also seems to be changing.
It didn't climb, but it became very ethereal and unpredictable.
Master Yanqing felt that some qualitative changes might have occurred in this guy But at this moment, Yi Jun suddenly opened his eyes.
The red eyes may be the result of extreme mental exhaustion.
Then, his whole body trembled suddenly, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out with an "ah". painstaking effort At this time, Yi Jun's sturdy body could no longer stand, and fell straight backwards.
"Ah" Master Yanqing was startled, and quickly took a few steps forward to support the crumbling Yi Jun at once.
And Yi Jun smiled in a daze, and said in a dull and weak voice: "The fist is successful, but the lamp is dry."
After saying these brainless words, Yi Jun closed his eyes in a coma.
Master Yanqing was horrified and tested his snort and pulse, and found that Yi Jun's snort was weak, and his pulse was even weaker It's over, it's really over, Master Yanqing is in a hurry, but he doesn't know medical science, and he doesn't dare to do anything rashly.
Thinking that this was not far from the abbot's senior brother's meditation room, Master Yanqing picked up Yi Jun without saying a word, and rushed to the direction of the abbot's meditation room.
Perhaps, what can be done by the abbot master Master Yanqing was anxious, even if he put aside his friendship with Yi Jun in the past few days, Yi Jun's momentum in founding a sect alone was enough to impress this hot-tempered monk.
Moreover, Yi Jun's boxing originated from Duolin, and it is said that it also belongs to Duolin Temple.
This is a set of boxing techniques that are enough to shine for future generations, and Master Yanqing really doesn't want to see this boxing technique just become a success, and it will be lost again Rushed all the way to the abbot's meditation room, didn't even bother to knock on the door, didn't bother to say hello, Master Yanqing broke in with such a hurry.
"Senior Brother Yi Jun" Master Yanqing just said half a sentence, but he stopped.
Because the abbot saw Yi Jun in Master Yanqing's arms, he just waved his hand and said, "Got it, put him here, you can quit." ” "I" Master Yanqing was stunned, and suddenly realized that Senior Brother Abbot took the initiative to let Yi Jun go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but he had already expected this day However, saving people is like fighting fire, although Master Yanqing does not understand medical science, but at least he understands meridian knowledge.
Judging from Yi Jun's weak pulse alone, this is a sign of near-heart failure after the lamp runs out I couldn't figure out what Senior Brother Abbot had done, Master Yanqing just said: "Senior Brother, Yi Jun is a talented person, and the boxing skills he created are amazing.
What if" "Got it, stand down."
Master Abbot still said this, not salty or light, but just put his finger on Yi Jun's wrist.
Master Yanqing was also dizzy, so he could only retreat in a daze.
In the affairs of the temple, the abbot must have the final say, and he has no right to put his beak.
When the door closed, the dark shadow in the abbot's meditation room reappeared.
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The black shadow man also walked to Yi Jun's side, put his finger on Yi Jun's wrist, quietly savored it for a while, and shook his head: "The physique is okay, but the mind is a little lacking, which causes the lamp to dry up."
That's what I'm talking about. ” As he spoke, the black shadow man pressed on Yi Jun's chest and lower abdomen one after another, and he didn't know what kind of subtle technique it was.
However, this was obviously only a temporary control of the situation, and it was impossible to cure it completely, because the black shadow man's brows were always frozen together and never let go.
The abbot and the monk watched from the side and said, "No."
The black shadow man shook his head: "Go and invite Wang Zhenren's old bull nose, only he has this ability."
I told him the other day that he's always ready. ” Zhongnan Taiyi Palace Wang Zhenren, one of the five elders of the Hall of Elders, is a pedantic celestial.
Devoted to the development of ancient medicine, he has been committed to medical research in recent years, and even vowed to sort out a brilliant masterpiece comparable to the Materia Medica and Neijing before his death.
It is said that this bull-nosed old way is almost finished.
The chapter of the seventh chapter is called the lamp runs out.,I just hope that the fox demon won't be made out of oil by crazy updates.。
But it's so crazy, and it feels very passionate and happy, ah, tomorrow, we'll see you there, continue the seven chapters: