Starting from evil spirits to challenge comprehensive martial arts

Chapter 73 Practical Training
"Little Master Uncle!"

Wang Yuyan's gentle voice sounded from behind.

Han Ling turned around, only to see Wang Yuyan running towards him using an unknown lightness kung fu.

He was a little surprised, just now he didn't feel that the other party had reached the first level (beginner and first practice) cultivation level, his heart moved, and he asked: "Little nephew, do you know how to hide the cultivation level?"

Wang Yuyan nodded: "For the time being, I don't want others to know that I know martial arts."

Han Ling said: "Your cultivation level is still low at the moment, so it's easy to deceive others. When your level improves, you will be able to show traces of martial arts in every move, and it will be difficult to deceive others, especially your grandfather.

He judged that I was here today just by the sound of my footsteps.Maybe he has seen the fact that you know martial arts. "

"That's not the case. This breath-holding technique was passed down from Xiaoyaozi's patriarch. It can hide three major realms of cultivation. As long as my cultivation does not reach the four realms, others will not be able to see that I know kung fu. Grandpa and mother They all feel that this method is too weak, and it is not open enough, so they disdain to practice."

Wang Yuyan said.

Han Ling's eyes widened. These two are too upright. They are worthy of being members of the Xiaoyao School, and they are so proud.

This is the absolute magic skill of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!
When I meet an enemy of the same level in the future, I can pretend to be inferior, paralyze the opponent, lower the enemy's vigilance, and then give him a sudden explosion... This is so sour, just thinking about it is exciting.

"Little uncle, what bad idea are you thinking about again?"

Seeing Han Ling's smirk, Wang Yuyan couldn't help shivering and asked.

"No, no, I'm the most upright uncle, your uncle, why would I think about those things?" Han Ling laughed.

Wang Yuyan rolled her eyes: "Originally, I was just a little skeptical, but after my uncle said that, I am sure that my uncle really has no good intentions."

Han Ling smiled and said, "Stop talking nonsense, what do you want from me?"

"Little uncle, please take a step to speak." Wang Yuyan looked around, then said.Han Ling nodded in agreement.

Wang Yuyan took Han Ling to a small forest.

"Little Martial Uncle, I want you to help me with my moves." Wang Yuyan said.

"Hey trick? Yes, but what do you give in exchange?" Han Ling smiled.

Wang Yuyan frowned slightly: "Young Master Uncle really has no benefit, so how about the breathing technique?"

"Little Martial Nephew knows my heart very well, so the deal is made."

Han Ling's eyes lit up,

"But you have to pay the bill first."

Wang Yuyan held back the blood pressure that was going to run away: "...OK."

The breath holding technique is recognized as a skill by the system and cannot be improved through potential points, but the difficulty is much easier than Zhouyi.If it is the same as the great shift of the universe, this breath holding technique is also a way to control the inner breath. The more advanced the inner force of the practitioner, the easier it is to practice.

Han Ling just listened to Wang Yuyan's talk, and then succeeded on the first attempt.

Feeling that his sharp breath had softened a lot, Han Ling was very happy: "It's done!"

"Little uncle has a high skill, and it is fast to practice this breathing technique. It took me nearly a day to master it before."

Wang Yuyan's tone was full of envy.

But the information she conveyed shocked Han Ling. This girl's aptitude is really outstanding. It stands to reason that her first-level cultivation base and internal energy are pitifully small, and it is difficult to run smoothly. I didn't expect that in less than a day, Just practiced this breath-holding technique.

She is the real protagonist!
"Okay, can we start?" Wang Yuyan was eager to try.

Han Ling hooked his hand and signaled Wang Yuyan to move forward: "Come on, I only use the internal strength of the first realm." Han Ling suddenly remembered that when Su Xinghe competed with himself just now, he also pretended to suppress the internal strength to the limit. on the same level as yourself.

It seems that everyone has the desire to pretend.From the high-ranking people who live in seclusion, down to the vulgar ones like myself, they are all unavoidable.

When this girl's martial arts improves, she will be a king.

Han Ling looked at the fairy-like Wang Yuyan and thought maliciously.

Seeing Han Ling's frivolous appearance, Wang Yuyan was slightly displeased, but she quickly covered it up.

"Little uncle, look at the trick!"

Wang Yuyan's starting hand is the goose's wings like a knife in the Luoyan Fist of the Kunlun School. The Kunlun School's martial arts are flexible and changeable, fierce and fierce, adding a touch of the beauty of a fairy dancing under Wang Yuyan's hands.

Han Ling laid out the horizontal golden beam with cotton palms in his spare time, deflecting Wang Yuyan's strength easily and freely.

"Little Martial Nephew, you haven't mastered your kung fu, your moves are not proficient. It's okay for you half-baked to play with my uncle and me. If you are really against the enemy, others can easily catch your flaws."

"Thank you little uncle for your advice!"

There was a weird smile on the corner of Wang Yuyan's mouth, and with a wave of her jade hand, she suddenly changed her move.

Flying Snow Piercing Cloud Palm · Water Shooting Cloud Bank.

This set of Emei School's palm techniques is unpredictable, and Wang Yuyan has carried out more than ten changes in a short time, attacking Han Ling's vital points.

Just when Han Ling was about to block her move, Wang Yuyan turned into Quanzhen Sect's Haotian Palm Yin Yang Shuangke.Han Ling was careless for a moment and almost got hit.

"His grandma is a bear!" Han Ling inexplicably developed a fighting spirit.He wouldn't lose to a little girl who just learned martial arts, so he wouldn't be ashamed.

Wang Yuyan fought faster and faster, she had changed more than ten schools of martial arts in an instant, not even the slightest repetition of the school, this move was ingeniously connected and complemented each other.

The only shortcoming is that she has not practiced martial arts for a long time, and the movement between moves is not proficient enough.

Han Ling only responded with soft palm kung fu, within a square inch of land, between his hands, there was a change of yin and yang, like rigidity and softness, softness with rigidity, every simple waving of the palm can force Wang Yuyan to change his moves, and even panic.

If it was a battle against the enemy, Han Ling would have seized the opportunity to take down Wang Yuyan in one go.

But now it's clear that it's a trick, Han Ling just defends blindly, occasionally counterattacks, forcing Wang Yuyan to turn around to defend, and no longer attack.

However, Han Ling somewhat underestimated the martial arts awareness that Wang Yuyan had cultivated over the years.As time went by, Wang Yuyan gradually became familiar with her own moves, and the degree of harmony between body and mind became higher and higher.Han Ling, who was blindly defending, gradually struggled.

Wang Yuyan was a little proud: "Little uncle, I've made rapid progress. Isn't it a bit beyond your imagination." Seeing Han Ling chasing after him, looking like he couldn't stand it, Wang Yuyan was very proud.

Unexpectedly, Han Ling shook his head again and again: "Little nephew Yuyan, these moves of yours are indeed exquisite. If it is a pure martial arts competition, no one in the same realm should be your opponent. It's a pity that you are too rigid in your moves, and you can't let go. A real life-and-death battle is probably useless."

Wang Yuyan said unconvinced: "Little uncle, as long as you don't use your cultivation beyond the first level, you will never win against me!"

"Really? How about we make a bet?"

Han Ling smirked.

Wang Yuyan felt a chill coming out of her body, she felt that a net had been opened, and she was waiting to cast herself into the net, she couldn't help but refused again and again: "I won't bet with you!"

(End of this chapter)