Jiang Fa Take a deep breath.
His feet were shoulder-width apart, his knees were slightly bent, his right hand clenched his fist at his waist, and he assumed the starting position of Mountain-Breaking Fist.
Zhao Zhong has seen this action thousands of times and done it thousands of times, and it is almost familiar to him.
But now that Jiang Fa is displayed, it has a completely different feeling.
His eyes began to move slowly along with Jiang Fa's movements,
In his eyes, Jiang Fa is now playing Mountain-Breaking Fist, every move seems to come at his fingertips.
Movement from slow to fast,
The expression on Zhao Zhong's face also changed from confusion to doubt to surprise. In the end, his eyes became brighter and brighter.
At that time, Jiang Fa was on the stage, and it was too far away to see clearly. But now when we look at it up close, some of the subtleties suddenly become clear.
After a moment, Jiang Fa closed his fist and stood up.
Zhao Zhong stood there, eyes closed, motionless.
His brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, and his hands were making boxing gestures unconsciously, as if he was repeatedly replaying every inch of the Jiang Fa movement in his mind.
Jiang Fa made no noise to disturb, just stepped aside and waited quietly.
Only the heavy and slow breathing of Zhao Zhong was left in the meeting hall. The dusk outside the window gradually darkened, and the flame of the oil lamp was blown gently by the wind.
After a long time, Zhao Zhong opened his eyes suddenly.
There was a hint of urgency in his words.
"Quick, do it again."
Jiang Fa didn't ask, just silently put up a fist fight.
This time he punched extremely slowly, each punch was like pushing through a quagmire, clearly displaying every detail of Mountain-Breaking Fist's force and every node of force flow.
Zhao Zhong stood three steps away, following Jiang Fa's movements with his eyes like a hawk, not even daring to blink.
He looked at it with great concentration.
Until then,
Zhao Zhong suddenly felt that he had never really "understood" Mountain-Breaking Fist in these years.
He has been practicing for thirty years and teaching for twenty years. Every move and style has been engraved into his bones and he is extremely familiar with it.
But the more familiar something is, the easier it is to be ignored.
It's like a person walking along a road day and night, but never paying attention to how many trees there are on the roadside or how many bricks there are under his feet.
Jiang Fa's punches continue.
Zhao Zhong looked at it, and his breathing suddenly became longer.
The air around him began to tremble at a very slight level, as if something was slowly awakening in his body.
It wasn't an outpouring of energy or a surge of energy and blood, it was more like a stirring of "intention", like a door that was finally knocked open.
Jiang Fa withdrew his fist and stepped aside again.
Zhao Zhong slowly closed his eyes, made a fist with his right hand, and put it at his waist.
He has done this action no less than a hundred thousand times.
But this time, it's different.
He did not rush to punch, but first felt the undercurrent of qi and blood under the skin of his fist, and finally let his consciousness sink into his Dantian.
"The essence of Mountain-Breaking Fist is never in the word 'broken', but in the word 'mountain'."
Jiang Fa The charm hidden in that punch just now echoed in his mind like a bell.
What is a mountain?
The mountains are silent.
The mountains are thick.
Mountains are the unshakable foundation for thousands of years.
The punch that comes out like a mountain is not about how fast and hard the punch must be thrown out, but when the punch is thrown out, there must be an "intent" that makes the opponent unable to avoid and unstoppable.
What's the point?
Zhao Zhong opened his eyes suddenly.
His right fist was slowly extended, extremely slowly,
But just this slow punch made the air in the entire meeting hall become a little heavier, as if there was an invisible weight pressing down from all directions.
There was no force in this punch, but it shocked people's hearts.
Boom!
Zhao Zhong punched the thick pine pillar of the assembly hall.
the next moment,
Suddenly there was a crisp sound like fried beans from inside the pillar, as if thousands of wooden bars were shattered in an instant.
Zhao Zhong retracts his fist.
The appearance of the pillar was intact, but Jiang Fa stepped forward and reached out to touch it. The seemingly intact wooden skin fell like paper ash, revealing the hollow inside that had been broken into powder.
"Breakthrough?"
Jiang Fa was slightly surprised.
Zhao Zhong looked down at his fist and was silent for a while.
"Transformation Realm."
His voice was hoarse and his eyes were red.
Twenty years.
He has been practicing Mountain-Breaking Fist for more than 20 years, from boyhood to middle age, from Ming Jin to Transforming Force. This Mid Yellow Grade boxing technique has been with him for most of his life.
He never thought that the opportunity to pierce the window covering of the Transformation Realm would actually be a disciple of his own inferior nature.
"Jiang Fa."
Zhao Zhong turned around, his eyes that were always calm were filled with complex emotions at this moment.
"You helped me break the bottleneck that I had been stuck in for ten years. I will remember this kindness in my heart."
"Master's words are serious."
Jiang Fa shook his head and said, "This disciple just punched a few times. The breakthrough depends entirely on the master's accumulation."
Zhao Zhong looked at him for a long time, with a slight smile on his lips.
"You can talk."
He no longer struggled with the topic, turned around and walked to the main seat in the center of the meeting hall, stretched out his hand and pressed on the armrest of the chair.
There was only a very light mechanical sound, and a gap silently opened in the wall behind the chair, revealing a hidden compartment.
Jiang Fa was slightly startled.
He had been in the martial arts school for more than a year and had never noticed that there was such an institution in the council hall.
Zhao Zhong took out two things from the hidden compartment.
A thin booklet and a small celadon medicine bottle.
Zhao Zhong placed these two things on the table, then sat back in the chair and waved to Jiang Fa.
"Come here."
Jiang Fa took a few steps closer.
Zhao Zhong picked up the thin book first, his eyes fell on the cover, and his expression was a little complicated.
"Broken monument finger."
He pushed the booklet in front of Jiang Fa.
"This is a low-level fingering technique at the Xuan level. It is the only martial art that the martial arts school can master at present."
Jiang Fa's eyes moved slightly.
He remembered the finger that Qin Xuan used when fighting Shi Kaishan. All the energy in his body was concentrated on the fingertips, and he was able to break through the surface with a single point. Even Shi Kaishan's rough skin and thick flesh could not withstand anything.
"This fingering technique was accidentally acquired by my teacher twenty years ago. After practicing it for twenty years, I can only reach the Major Accomplishment level."
There was a hint of emotion in his tone.
Then he opened the booklet, pointed to the meridian diagram on the first page and said, "The training threshold of this fingering method is much higher than that of Mountain-Breaking Fist. First of all, it requires An Jin cultivation base, and secondly, it requires extremely strong finger bone endurance. If ordinary warriors practice this finger without any training, they will hurt themselves instead."
"When you practice from now on, remember to gradually and slowly increase the endurance of your fingers, and don't do it too hastily."
Jiang Fa nodded, took the booklet, and looked at it carefully.
The technique of breaking the stone finger is to compress the whole body's strength and concentrate it on the fingertips.
As Zhao Zhong said, the broken stone finger has extremely high requirements on the strength of the phalanges. Each finger needs to pour strength into the knuckles and release it the moment it hits the target, forming a penetrating destructive force.
He flipped through it roughly and already had some calculations in his mind.
With his physical body tempered by Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art and the powerful Vajra Kung Fu, the strength of his finger bones is far superior to that of his peers. Not only is there no risk in practicing the Shattering Stone Finger, it actually fits him perfectly.
Zhao Zhong Then he picked up the celadon medicine bottle and uncorked it. A clear medicinal fragrance filled the air, and just smelling it made people feel refreshed.
"In this bottle is a Yuan Ning Dan."
Zhao Zhong placed the medicine bottle next to the booklet, with a hint of solemnity in his tone. "This elixir is not easy to obtain, and it is specially used for An Jin warriors to break through bottlenecks. You are now Late Dark Force's cultivation is not far from the peak of An Jin. If you take this Yuan Ning Dan, you will be able to reach the peak of An Jin in as fast as one month or as slow as three months."
Jiang Fa Looking at the porcelain bottle, I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart.
Zhao Zhong This time, it can be regarded as a generous donation.