Chapter 16 A String of Whips Blowing Mountain Thunder

Several things were neatly placed on the ground. Wang Chan sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the shrine. His eyes swept from left to right, and then from right to left. After staring at them for a long time, he took a long breath and quickly put the steel short sticks in the canvas pocket in the center, one by one. When you pretend to do it, there is a frenzied obsession in the action.

In fact, no wonder he made such a gesture. In fact, for more than 20 years in the mountains, Wang Chan has never had a "weapon" that really belonged to him.

"It's really time to move. If you want to be born, you have to be free. First of all, you have to enter the world to see all the world!" In fact, the reason why Wang Chan agreed to Zhou Lin's request without much consideration at that time was that he did not want to be remembered for a long time because of this matter, but also that he had this idea in his heart for a long time.

After all, it's not like an old man who can really enjoy the ease and ease brought by loneliness. Wang Chan has not seen the outside world yet. In his heart, there is always a force of yearning, just like a seed that has been planted for a long time. Now it is time to take root and sprout and break the ground to grow.

"When you feel that you can't stay in the temple, you can go out and see the world outside. This is a road that you can't escape. When you find the goal you can fight for and really fight for it, then when you are tired, come back here to accompany me...! " The scene when the old man was dying suddenly appeared in his head again. Wang Chan seemed to see the old man's clear eyes like a child in front of him.

"Is the old man's life in vain? I'm happy and enmity, and I'll do my own way. Unfortunately, in this era, the world has been peaceful for a long time, no longer than before. I want to learn from the old man's means again. When I go outside, it must be difficult to walk. Boxing is like a man. When I go out, I must keep my heart and not be ignorant. Otherwise, there are too many ** outside, and maybe I will get lost at any time. I don't have the energy to move forward."

Although Wang Daliangzi has been dead for many years, Wang Chanping said that he would not ask himself to act according to the old man's rules all the time, which had been deeply engraved in his bone marrow and could not be changed.

"Everything I have now is given by the old man. This time I'm going down the mountain is also an opportunity. I'm afraid I can't come back in the short term. I still have to find some time to make some things in the temple first. Otherwise, when I come back later, I will be ruined by the birds and beasts in the mountain. Isn't it a pity?"

"Well, it's getting late. Let's summarize today's story. Sun Changfeng's eight-pole boxing is extremely exquisite and old, and he still has something to learn from me. With a casual swing, the long gun that had just been assembled in his hand swept through the space in front of him in the shape of a half-arc. The head of the two-foot-long gun shook around the edges, and it seemed to be a pear flower under the dim oil lamp, and the cold light splashed everywhere.

"It's really a good gun. Although it is a whole body of fine steel, the flexible surname of the barrel is no worse than that of the ash pole, and it has a bullet surname, which can be used as a flower gun. In ancient times, it must have been a treasure gun, which can be passed down through the ages. I'm going to have this gun in my hand during the day today. Even if Sun Changfeng has a pistol in his hand, I'm not afraid. Killing him in 50 steps is like killing a chicken. A pair of big hands kept rubbing on the thick gun of the egg, and a faint look of excitement surged on Wang Chan's face.

Today's daytime battle is the first time for Wang Chan to fight with people in the true sense. The rapid and dangerous changes during this period are simply more powerful than fighting with mountain beasts in the past. He killed the two kidnappers who stayed in the cave to guard Zhou Lin, but Wang Chan's sneak attack behind his back was not a head-on battle. Later, he fought with Sun Changfeng, first to avoid bullets, and then short soldiers to fight with life and death, which was the most enjoyable place for Wang Chan.

This fight completely tested the results of his years of hard practice, and tested most of Wang Chan's strength like a touchstone. Compared with the old man's feeding moves in those years, it is not the same.

"My horizontal kung fu has the realm of tendons, bone forging, blood exchange, and marrow practice. At my current level, I have just changed tendons and bones, and I am far from blood exchange. Today, when I fought with Sun Changfeng, although I hit the bone-through force of 'a string of whips', I was still unable to use the internal explosive force of 'mountain thunder' from the outside to the inside on the basis, which shows that I have not even been able to forge my bones. Otherwise, I will punch and kick, and all my strength will be concentrated in one place without any waste. I can hit the force into the other party's body casually. Like a time bomb, I will explode if I want to explode, and I will explode if I want to explode. I will not lose my strength halfway when dodging bullets. What a mystery happens. I remember that when the old man showed me boxing, he was not like me.

"As for changing blood and practicing marrow, even the old man has just touched one side. It is said that after that kind of achievement, my martial skills will become a real King Kong, not only cold weapons such as knives, guns, swords and halberd, but also ordinary guns and cannons. At that level, the body is integrated inside and outside. No matter how much the essence is not leaked, it can be completely self-sufficient. It is said that even life expectancy can be extended several times?

In his mind, he filtered the scenes in today's cave one by one. Wang Chan began to constantly analyze the slightest changes he could bring through this fight based on his actual situation, and then found out his current shortcomings.

When he suddenly thought of the division of several realms of his horizontal refining method, Wang Chan suddenly stood up from the ground and put down the big gun in his hand. First, he closed his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his hands and punched a few times. At this time, his bones changed. With every punch he smashed out, he kept making a crackling sound like a firecracker. From head to toe, it sounded everywhere, often punched out, and his whole body was shaking at a very fast frequency invisible to the naked eye. As Wang Chan's fists became faster and faster, even in the air A series of shrill sounds like leather whips began to sound.

This is the so-called "string of whips" in the thirteen Taibao horizontal refining, which means that the martial artists who practice this method have stretched out a number of tendons in their bodies through a long period of unremitting efforts to make them run through the skin and hair muscles and bones, such as thread piercing rings, one through, and they can shake the skeletal tendons between their hands and feet, such as firecrackers, sprouting. Strong, with the power of dragging nine cows. At this point, it is equivalent to practicing external skills to the peak. With ordinary blades, knives and axes can't hurt half of one's body.

And this string of whips, as early as seven years ago, in the year when the old man had just passed away, Wang Chan had already practiced the merits of perfection. Otherwise, he would not have dared to get into the deep mountains and forests at the age of eighteen or nineteen. In the winter, he and Siberly, who stepped on the ice from Russia. The Siberian tiger is playing with his life.

When his fists exploded in the air one after another, and the sound was gradually coming out like a bullet, Wang Chan suddenly bent down, his back was like a dragon, and suddenly rushed directly from the temple to a big blue stone in the yard. Hey! With a muffled hum, he patted the palm of his hand gently on it.

With a "wow", a white gas spewed out of his mouth and rushed straight two meters away. A large amount of sweat on Wang Chan**'s body swarmed out, as if the light palm just now had condensed his strength all over his body. At the moment when his palm was slowly taken away, there was a loud bang in his ear, and the whole big stone burst violently in front of Wang Chan without warning.

The sound was like a thunderbolt, and the thunder entered the ears. The big blue stone, which was one meter square, seemed to have been stuffed into a high-explosive grenade in its stomach. The whole body was broken into 70 or 80 pieces, flying around, smashing around, and hitting Wang Chan's body close at hand, making a movement like hitting iron. It was flat and banging, and the sparks slipped. It's a mess.

There is still a lot of sweat dripping from the palm of his hand, smashing the ground under his feet into one small pit after another. Wang Chan squatted on the ground, picked up the stones, and found the most central one. He saw that the stones there had already been broken into a handful of stone powder.

This is the most direct embodiment of the internal explosive power of mountain mines, which is further than a string of whips. A string of whips stretches the muscles and bones, connecting them into one, punching like a whip, paying attention to the force coming out from the bone, layer by layer, all over the body, just fierce and fierce, but the power of the mountain thunder is all concentrated at one point, such as the fire of the mountain and the fire of the mountain and the stone. When it is not in use, there is nothing, but once the fuse is ignited, it is the mountain and the mountain. From the inside out, the stone becomes powder, which is already a technique to practice external skills as internal skills.

"Wow! Whoo-hoo! You still can't use it at will, otherwise these broken stones will not fly everywhere, but will only stay in place and collapse by themselves. At the moment when the palm of his hand gently patted on the stone, Wang Chan sweated all over, and even his bare head was oily.

"I want to blow up the mountain thunder explosion now, and I have to prepare a period of time in advance. Unless I hurt people behind my back, I won't be very useful to face the enemy."

Returning to the shrine and sitting down again, recalling the feeling just now, Wang Chan frowned and analyzed one by one: "The old man often said that there are people outside. This time, it's better to go out than being alone in the mountains. It's possible to encounter anything. The internal explosive force of my mountain thunder can't be hit casually. It's better not to use this kind of power to come out of the realm, otherwise life and death will fight, isn't it like looking for death by yourself?

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