Chapter 9 The Highest Level of Martial Arts

When Zuo Yue saw his lost appearance, he hurriedly comforted him: "Although you are my only student, it is impossible for you to mess up the rules of the whole martial arts college because of you. What do other students think, so you should also think from the perspective of the dean that the realm of martial arts and the mysteries of martial arts are understood by yourself, and martial arts skills It's just a kind of sublimation... Martial arts were also created by the ancestors, so we need to get rid of the shackles of martial arts to truly understand the highest realm and meaning of martial arts.

"Empt from the shackles of martial arts? Only then can you truly understand the mystery of it? Zuo Yue's words made Qiao Yun fall into meditation. He seemed to be blindly attacking fiercely, but ignored Wu's follow-up.

When looking at the vague Qiao Yun, Zuo Yue smiled and said, "Qiao Yun, if you don't believe what I said, you can punch me or make the most fierce attack, and I won't resist. At that time, you will understand what I said."

"Er, a punch on you?" Qiao Yun's expression was suddenly stunned. Although Qiao Yun is only a fifth-level powerful man, even the sixth-order strongman can't resist with one fist. Even if the old man in front of him has the eighth-order position invisive state, he will be hurt.

Qiao Yun said hesitantly, "Dean, I'm afraid this is not good?"

"What's wrong? I'm the dean. If I ask you to punch me, you will punch me and use all my strength to punch my chest. Looking at Qiao Yun, who hesitated, Zuo Yue shouted hurriedly.

"Well, Dean, you should be careful." When Zuo Yue shouted loudly in front of him, Qiao Yun had no choice but to clench his fist, and his dark eyes stared motionless at the old man in front of him.

"Qiao Yun, what are you still hesitating about? You now regard me as an enemy of life and death, making a fatal blow. Zuo Yue's body suddenly shook, and his clothes were blown against the orange skin.

"Bum." With his teeth clenched, Qiao Yun punched Zuo Yue with a strong punch.

Zuo Yue trembled twice, and the soles of his feet were pushed back half a meter by a strong force, and a shallow groove the size of two feet appeared on the ground. The wrinkled old face hesitated fiercely, and Zuo Yue said slowly; "Ky, the strength is not bad..."

"Well, it's okay?" Looking at the intact Zuo Yue, Qiao Yun was stunned for a moment and looked at the old man with surprise.

There was a sensual smile on his wrinkled old face, and Zuo Yue smiled slowly and said, "The most important thing for martial arts is the cultivation of the flesh. If you can easily be knocked down by your punch, what kind of martial arts are you talking about? No matter how strong the warrior is, he can never get rid of the possibility of being close to the body, so one of the differences between a martial artist and a fighter is that he must protect himself before killing the enemy. If the attack is fierce and can't protect yourself, how can you talk about a strong man?

Zuo Yue's words made Qiao Yun's blood suddenly boil. As he said, the gap between the warrior and the fighter is too big. The fifth-level fighter can condense the fighting spirit* to protect himself, but the warrior can only rely on the strength of the body, so he has to protect himself before killing the enemy.

When looking at Qiao Yun, Zuo Yue smiled coldly at the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Kid, you can also attack others when defending. This is the highest level of martial arts."

"Well, can you also attack others when defending?" Qiao Yun's look suddenly stunned, the corners of his eyes hesitated fiercely, and his slightly mature face was wiped with a painful look. He only felt that the arm against Zuo Yue's chest seemed to have been hit by a boulder. The pain in his heart made Qiao Yun grin.

Qiao Yun quickly withdrew his fist, and his palms were as red and swollen as a bear's paw, constantly trembling.

How's it going? Do you understand the realm and meaning of martial arts now? The martial arts you pursue are only superficial skills. If you want to really understand the true meaning of martial arts, you need to figure it out by yourself. Zuo Yue talked stalkingly, "Qiao Yun, don't be so anxious. Practice is not a matter of overnight. What you need is an unremitting perseverance. As the saying goes, the future waves push back waves, perhaps the mystery you have learned is much more complete than that of your ancestors."

Speaking of this, a scroll appeared on the side of Zuo Yue's palm and said, "This is the realm and meaning of martial arts that I have learned over the years. Although it is not as complete as that teacher Wu Sheng realized, it is at least helpful to you. Take it. I hope you can understand the meaning of it.

The scroll was picked up, Qiao Yun smiled gratefully; "Thank you, Dean..."

"Also, if you still insist on entering the martial arts pavilion, after waiting for two months, the martial arts pavilion will open. At that time, you can defeat the guards with your own strength and enter, but you must have enough confidence in your own strength at the premise." Zuo Yue said with a smile.

Although it is only about the fifth-level strength, Qiao Yun still has this confidence and quickly nodded and said, "Dean, don't worry, I won't let you down."

"As long as you have confidence, I hope you can defeat the guard. This is the only thing I can help you. I hope you can take care of yourself." In order to prevent this cunning boy from embarrass himself, Zuo Yue directly said nothing.

"Dean, you have taken good care of the students. How dare the students have any excessive requests." Qiao Yun is also very clear that if Zuo Yue, as the dean, takes too much care of Qiao Yun, other students will be dissatisfied.

In order to thank Zuo Yue, Qiao Yun also said a lot of compliments, and then said goodbye to Zuo Yue.

When looking at Qiao Yun walking out, Zuo Yue sighed leisurely and said slowly; "What a cunning guy... I have given you the painstaking efforts over the years. How much do you hope you can understand?

After returning to the room, Qiao Yun took out the scroll given to him by Zuo Yue. He stroked his hands for a long time before slowly opening the scroll. Because it was Zuo Yue's private martial arts scroll, he did not set a spiritual mark.

After opening the scroll, Qiao Yun carefully browsed the information on the scroll. After reading the information on the scroll, it was like enlightenment, and his heart was also sighing.

"It seems that it takes a long process to break through the shackles of martial arts." Qiao Yun exhaled a long breath of turbid air and said slowly.

"Marty martial arts; dark power needs to be rigid and soft to play to the extreme..." Qiao Yun couldn't help but think of the moment when Tang Lin used the dark force. No wonder he could understand the second and third layers of martial arts.