Rebirth of the strongest catcher

Chapter 73 What are the chances of winning?
Seeing this situation, Xing Shan's expression was obviously a little discouraged.

Seeing him slumped down, Hu Buxi quickly encouraged him, "It's not so easy to practice the sword technique of a narrow escape. If you can exert the strongest power casually, what is the difference from a genius?"

Xing Shan nodded slightly. He also knew that his sudden funeral was a bit unrealistic. In fact, with his aptitude, it was very difficult to memorize the moves after reading it once. He should not rush for success.

With Hu Buxi's encouragement, Xing Shan quickly cheered up and continued to practice the moves he had learned. Before he could exert the power of drunken dreams and death, he did not want to learn other moves in a hurry, which would only make him frustrated. He had an illusion in his heart and mistakenly believed how powerful he was.

Seeing that Xing Shan finally settled down, Hu Buxi's expression was very gratified. It doesn't matter if a person has no talent, but if he doesn't even have a down-to-earth heart, then he is really useless.

Xing Shan practiced for a whole day. Compared with the complaints he made when he was asked to catch the nightingale before, this time he obviously paid attention to it. No matter how late he practiced, he didn't complain, and even took the initiative to use the time for eating to practice.

Seeing him forgetting to eat and sleep, Hu Buxi realized that his previous training method was indeed wrong. Catching the nightingale could indeed exercise Xing Shan's skills, but it could not improve Xing Shan's interest. No enthusiasm.

Perhaps, he should try to exercise Xing Shan's skills in the process of practicing sword skills, so that he will be more motivated.

Thinking in this way, Hu Buxi took advantage of Xing Shan's obsession with practice, quietly hiding in the darkness, then picked up a pile of stones in the forest, and aimed at Xing Shan and bounced them one by one.

When Xing Shan was practicing his saber, he vaguely felt something flying towards him. He raised the saber subconsciously to block it, only to hear a "Dang", a stone was bounced off by the back of his saber and fell to the ground.

Xing Shan looked in the direction Shi Zier was flying from, and soon saw Hu Buxi who was probing his head in the distance, and he immediately swung the steel knife and posed in a handsome pose, "How about it, can't you hit me? "

Hu Buxi grinned at him, and in the next second, he threw the other stones in his hand one after another. Xing Shan could block one, but couldn't block the second, and was soon thrown into a panic by him. There are several bruises on my body.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Xing Shan was hit several times with stones by Hu Buxi, so he was inevitably a little angry.

Hu Buxi raised the stone in his hand, proudly said: "If you don't want to be hit by me, you can block it with your knife, even the stone can't block it, why do you block the mandarin duck who is famous for singing?" ax?"

When these words came out, Xing Shan's fighting spirit was quickly aroused by him. He raised the steel knife in his hand, and pointed at Hu Buxi with a fearless look, "Come on, I'm not afraid of any stones!"

Hu Buxi raised his eyebrows, turned around and pulled out a basket of stones from behind, and quickly hit Xing Shan, "Then you can continue to suffer!"

Xing Shan was beaten all night by Hu Buxi, and when he went back to the room to rest, he was tired and in pain. In addition, he hadn't eaten today to practice his knife skills, and he felt that his body was about to fall apart.

Xu knew his hard work, today Hu Buxi came to his house for the first time, and brought him two meat buns.

"Here, eat before going to sleep."

Hu Buxi threw the meat bun in front of Xing Shan, Xing Shan subconsciously reached out to catch it, and then smiled wryly, "Why are you so kind to me today?"

Hu Buxi raised his eyebrows, and said bluntly: "When you practice hard, I will naturally treat you well."

Xing Shan smiled and took two bites of the buns. Seeing that the stuffing inside was actually meat stuffing, he couldn't help but ask: "This is a temple, where did you get the meat buns?"

Hu Buxi crossed his arms and said bluntly: "Monks can't kill, but it doesn't mean they can't eat meat, especially living Buddhas, they are all monks, and they usually don't touch meat at all. How can they have the strength to practice martial arts? You haven't been in the temple during this time. I saw meat in it because I asked them to control your diet, only when your body becomes lean first, then it is easy to become strong later.”

Xing Shan nodded slightly, and quickly understood what Hu Buxi meant, "You mean, you need to lose fat before gaining muscle easily."

"Losing fat? Gaining muscle?"

Hu Buxi obviously couldn't understand these technical terms of Xing Shan.

Xing Shan didn't bother to explain, he just lowered his head and ate the meat buns in big mouthfuls. After a while, the two meat buns went into his stomach.

Seeing him gobbling it up, Hu Buxi said, "According to your practice speed today, at most one month, you will be able to master the nine-death sword technique. At that time, you can choose to go to Wenrenge, or you can choose to continue to look for it." Other masters should learn more martial arts. No matter what your choice is, I have no objection, there is only so much I can help you with."

Hearing this, Xing Shan's expression became serious. He nodded slightly, with a bitter smile, "What do you think my odds of winning will be?"

His question already represented his choice, Hu Buxi's eyes sank, his face was a little heavy, "Up to [-]%."

Xing Shan nodded, and said bluntly: "Two is [-]%. At least one month later, he never thought that someone would challenge him so soon. He will take it lightly. Maybe I have a chance to win?"

Hu Buxi laughed angrily at his logic, "This is a matter of life and death, how can you have speculative ideas?"

Xing Shan lowered his eyes and said with a wry smile: "Otherwise? With Wen Renge's age and martial arts attainments, the longer this duel between me and him drags on, the stronger he will become. When he is recovering from his injuries, he will definitely find ways to enhance his strength. At that time, if I want to challenge him, it will only be more difficult. Therefore, only when he is recovering from his injuries, I can go to him after practicing my kung fu. I haven't had time to master the void zither technique, so there is still a fight between me and him."

Hearing Xing Shan's analysis, Hu Buxi's expression was a little surprised.

All along, he thought that Xing Shan was just messing around with him, but he had already made up his mind.

Although his idea is somewhat unrealistic, but from a certain point of view, it does have some truth.

As the saying goes, if you kill a master with a blind fist, no matter how skilled you are, you will be afraid of a kitchen knife.

Wen Renge probably never imagined that the survivors of the great war would dare to come to him for revenge just two months later.

If Xing Shan had made adequate preparations, this battle might not necessarily be lost.

What he bet on was Wen Renge's conceit and underestimation of the enemy, but the bet was his own life.

(End of this chapter)