Chapter 58 Impact the Gate of Martial Arts

Han Ruoxue is the daughter of Zhuo Yuhan's uncle Han Chengming. She was born a few days later than Zhuo Yuhan. When she was a child, Han Ruoxue liked to be tired of Zhuo Yuhan very much and quarreled about growing up to be the latter's wife. Han Chengming also loved and appreciated Zhuo Yuhan's nephew very much, so he proposed a marriage contract, and his brother proposed a marriage contract. Han Yurou had to agree.

Over the years, Zhuo Yuhan has almost forgotten this matter. At this time, Zhuo Yuhan felt quite a headache when he heard Han Lamyi mention it.

"I hope that little girl won't be as persistent as before!"

I was speechless all night. The next day, the three of them had finished breakfast, and the horse was almost resting. The driver asked, drove the carriage again, and flew on the official road.

"Aunt Xun, help me protect the law. I'll try to hit the martial arts gate." After the carriage got on the official road and stabilized, Zhuo Yuhan sat cross-legged and said to Han Launyi.

"Don't worry! Be sure to open the door of martial arts. The soul will last as long as possible in the martial arts world. Han Lavry came over, took Zhuo Yuhan's hand, and solemnly told him again.

"Hmm!"

Zhuo Yuhan nodded slightly, his eyes were slightly opened, and his mind calmed down and began to prepare all his strength to attack the martial arts gate. The structure of the human mind is very complex, which dominates the thinking ability of the whole person. The soul can only stay in the mind and cannot be released. To hit the gate of martial arts is to make the soul break through the shackles of the mud pill palace above his head, leave the body, and come to the world of martial arts with invisible thoughts.

There is a small section in Bajiquan to introduce how to make Juehun break through the restrictions of mud pills and bombard the gate of martial arts. Zhuo Yuhan held Yuan Shouyi, and the spiritual platform was empty. Then, the cultivation method in Bajiquan slowly appeared in his mind - Juehun's concept shelling method.

There are many ways to break through the limitations of mud pills. The eight-pole fist is only one of the ideas recorded. According to Bajiquan, the human body is like a pagoda, or a tall building, and the soul is like a person in the tower. If the soul wants to break through the limit of mud pills, it is like a person who wants to escape from the tower.

First, imagine yourself climbing to the top of the tower, and then control yourself to jump out with your mind, jump out of the tower, jump out of the tangible bondage, and reach the invisible space.

Zhuo Yuhan repeated several visual jumps, but failed, as if there was an invisible binding force that bound the knight's soul and could not jump out. Zhuo Yuhan pondered for a moment and began to visualate again. Suddenly, the picture flashed in my mind, and I was in a pagoda. Outside the window was a gray world, which was hazy and unreal.

Zhuo Yuhan controlled himself to the side of the pagoda. In his body, the strength gathered together and punched out. Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in the pagoda in front of him. Zhuo Yuhan jumped out of the whirlpool. The next moment, Zhuo Yuhan felt that he was on the edge of a vast and vast world. In front of him, a gate fell from the sky and inserted into the sky stood quietly.

The door is gray, huge and heavy. Zhuo Yuhan stood by the door and felt like an ant looking up at the sky. The door is closed, and behind the door is the world of martial arts rules. There is a huge ancient seal font engraved on the two gates.

Zhuo Yuhan is familiar with the scriptures and has a lot of research on ancient seal fonts, but at this time, he found that he did not know the two words in front of him. The font reveals a breath of eternity, immortality, vastness, boundlessness, thickness, depth... and so on, which are entangled together.

"Martial Arts Gate! No matter how hard and heavy you are, I will blow you away!" Zhuo Yuhan walked to the door, stretched out his palm and stroked the door. A desolate breath suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Drink!"

Zhuo Yuhan shouted in vain, supported the door with both hands, and the power of five horses surged out. Behind Zhuo Yuhan, there seems to be a virtual shadow of five fierce horses, running wildly, surging and surging. With Zhuo Yuhan's sudden exertion, the ten thousand-foot gate was still.

"It's really hard enough!" Zhuo Yuhan stepped back two steps and looked carefully at the high martial arts gate again. Then, his legs started, his body was full of five bows, and the power of five horses running gathered in his fists.

"Fist collapses the mountains and rivers!"

"Boom!" Squeak!"

Zhuo Yu's cold fist hit the martial arts gate and exploded. Then the martial arts gate immediately cracked a gap, and a gap in the ancient and eternal breath filled out, strands wrapped around the gate.

"Finally opened a little bit!" Zhuo Yuhan stepped back a few steps, stood still and said excitedly. However, just as he was preparing to bombard again, he found that the power in his body was rapidly declining and passing away.

"What's going on? How can power pass by so fast?" Zhuo Yuhan hurriedly checked his body and found that after the gray fog leaked out, his strength passed by every time he moved. The longer he went on like this, the more unfavorable it was to him.

"No wonder Aunt Xun repeatedly told me to cheer up. It seems that there is indeed a mystery. OK, watch me break you!" Zhuo Yuhan thought for a moment, and then there was a calculation in his mind. Then he began to take a posture, gathered his whole body and began to bombard the gate of martial arts.

"Kick the eight wastes."

"The shoulder hit Mount Tai."

"Elbow breaks the ground."

"Legs protrude over the sea..."

At this time, Zhuo Yuhan began to attack crazily. The most powerful attacks were one after another, constantly bombarding the martial arts gate. With each brazen bombardment, the gap between the martial arts gate opening became wider and bigger, and the more gray gas leaked out, and the faster the passage of power in Zhuo Yuhan's body.

With the stormy bombardment, Zhuo Yuhan's body only had one-third of the strength left, but the door of martial arts was not fully opened, and his body could not squeeze in at all. Seeing that his power was getting smaller and smaller, Zhuo Yuhan calmed down. In terms of the power of his martial arts, the only thing he could do was Bajiquan.

Zhuo Yu calmed down, and all the essentials and secrets of Bajiquan in his mind were met once, his eyes were slightly close, and his fists were naturally clenched.

"It's fierce, crashing and attacking, moving like a bow, like thunder. Baji God Fist, collapse and attack, the fist has the eight poles to control the universe, and has the power to determine the world. Pass the sky cannon! Break it!"

At the last moment, Zhuo Yuhan let go of his thoughts and completely let the boxing of Bajiquan control himself, gave up the most powerful eight-character attack method, and instead used eight ordinary moves.

Fist like cannon, stand on the earth, and bombard the sky!

"Boom!"

With Zhuo Yuhan's move of "on-site cannon", countless gray airflows s flocked to form a whirlpool of vitality, which condensed into a gray vitality shell in Zhuo Yuhan's hand, constantly compressing and compressing, and then like a bow bursting, like thunder blooming, vitality shells burst open, and the door of martial arts opened.

With the use of this Bajiquan, the fist dissipated, and Zhuo Yuhan's consciousness also returned to his body. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a vast world, vast, ancient, eternal... and other breaths came to his face.

Zhuo Yuhan felt that there was not much vitality left in his body and quickly stepped into the martial arts world. In it, Zhuo Yuhan really felt the vastness and depth of the martial arts world.

A mass of gray gas keeps rising and changing, sometimes turning into mountains, rivers, plants, sometimes turning into birds, animals, insects and fish, sometimes turning into stars, sometimes turning into cosmic holes, time and space turbulence. In the gray gas, a string of silk, crystal clear, runs through the whole martial arts world and extends into the endless void. These silk threads are extremely complex and profound, and Zhuo Yuhan doesn't even dare to touch them.

Because it is too profound, once you touch it, your mind will immediately wither and die.

"Rule of Martial Arts! This is the martial arts rule! Sure enough, it is mysterious and profound. With my strength, I can't understand it at all. Only those with profound cultivation can draw silk and peel cocoon and gradually understand the rules contained in it.

Zhuo Yuhan looked up and carefully observed these silk threads symbolizing the rules of martial arts, and his heart was full of yearning. He affirmed that as long as he understands one of the rules here, it is enough to become a peerless master and dominate.

Just as Zhuo Yuhan was thinking, the gray gas full of the world of martial arts rules suddenly gathered and wrapped Zhuo Yuhan. The silk thread in the gray gas flew straight through Zhuo Yuhan's mind and kept shuttling back and forth. Soon, his body was full of silk threads, which looked horrible.

It hurts!

The boundless pain!

At this time, Zhuo Yuhan felt the pain deep into the bone marrow and soul. In the past, in the face of the pain of the physical whip of his ancestors, it was like tickling in front of this pain, as if countless ants were devouring every inch of his body and skin.

"Ah!"

Zhuo Yuhan floated in mid-air and couldn't help roaring up to the sky. He really wanted to be able to pass out, because he really couldn't stand this pain anymore.