broken destiny

I don't know how long it took, until the lights in the training room made of unknown materials began to glow slightly, and Wang Xingli lay on the ground panting.

"It won't work, it won't work. Keep practicing. If this wooden stake is not cracked, I will crack it first. That's it for today. Come back tomorrow."

After lying on the ground for a long time, Wang Xingli got up, dragging his sore arms and painful hands to go back to rest. According to the address given by Zhou Kun, he quickly found his own room.

Wang Xingli entered the room and thought to himself: This room is no different from the one I lived in before. It just has an extra cabinet, is closer to the training room, and is cleaner. Well, it's a bit cleaner.

Lying on the bed, Wang Xingli looked at the ceiling and began to think wildly.

"Did I choose this boxing method wrong? Is it not suitable for me? Did I analyze it wrong? Alas! I should just choose a book with my eyes closed, maybe I will be lucky and pick the right one. That's it, I still do it for others Forget it about revenge, after all, you have received benefits from others, so you can't talk nonsense." Wang Xingli smiled and touched his fingers, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

Wang Xingli tossed and turned in bed. He suddenly felt uncomfortable in this world, and began to miss his life in the previous world. He also didn't know what was going on with his family. He thought that he was still single in his thirties, which made his parents worried. Fortunately, his brother I am more ambitious and got married early. I hope my younger brother can take on the responsibility of taking care of his parents. I also hope that my younger brother will let his parents have grandchildren as soon as possible. In that case, he can share their parents' hearts.

Before you know it, the sun rises and the moon sets.

"Oh, it turns out that recalling is really a tiring thing. No matter how you lie down at night when you have insomnia, it won't be right."

Wang Xingli looked at the roof with bloodshot eyes for a long time and said helplessly. After speaking, he shook his head.

"Hiss~~ I can't do this again. This pain makes me feel like I'm going to split my head."

Wang Xingli quickly pressed his temples with both hands, trying to relieve the pain.

"Crack?" Wang Xingli had a flash of inspiration, and his brain was thinking rapidly: Only when there is a seam can it be cracked. Yesterday, I seemed to have been focusing on my fists. Maybe this is also the reason why I am always rebounded by Yuanli. Then I You should focus on the wooden stake that was attacked. To be precise, it is the lines on the wooden stake. Yes, that must be the case.

Wang Xingli, with blazing eyes, ignored his headache and quickly got up, washed up and rushed to the training room.

Soon, bang, bang sounds began to ring in the training room. Wang Xingli was doing warm-up exercises, punching the wooden stake in front of him. After each punch, Wang Xingli's arm would return to its normal position. , and then punched with the other hand. After a while, Wang Xingli felt that he was almost warmed up, and then stood still and recalled the essence of Bengshan Fist.

Wang Xing Li relaxed his shoulders and lowered his feet, looking straight forward, staring at the wooden stake in front of him. While observing the grain of the wooden stake, he was ready to punch.

"boom."

The expected scene of the wooden pile cracking did not appear, but Wang Xingli felt a difference. The pain like a blunt blow was different, and the pain was much weaker.

Feeling that he had caught the trick, Wang Xingli's eyes shone. Although the power was insufficient, the direction was generally correct. Wang Xingli started fighting again according to the essence of the boxing. Gradually, Wang Xingli became more and more proficient in fighting. As the pain gradually decreased, Wang Xingli seemed to feel the essence of the boxing. the existence of force.

Although Wang Xingli was a little unbelievable, he did not slow down the speed of punching. He also concentrated on experiencing the feeling. It was an internal fluctuation of the body that was the same as the boxing action, but this internal fluctuation and the actual action did not occur at the same time. , Wang Xingli, who noticed this, began to adjust his rhythm.

Wang Xingli's punches were still fast and violent, but the overall movements became more and more coordinated, and he could even feel the rhythm of his breathing. Gradually, the inner fluctuations became more and more consistent with the actual movements.

Suddenly blessed, Wang Xingli felt that this punch would be able to match everything, so he couldn't help but add a little more strength. The body also achieves overall coordination.

"Bang, buzz~~" The wooden pile that had not been moved for a long time trembled violently, but it made a sound like metal.

Wang Xingli stopped and carefully felt the wonder of the punch just now. The inside and outside were coordinated and synchronized, and Yuanli filled the fist. Although he didn't know how strong it was, but compared with the previous test on the outer door and the performance of the wooden stake, this punch—— Not weak!

Until that wonderful feeling disappeared, Wang Xingli looked at his fist and giggled blankly. He was still afraid that he would be inconsistent with this world, until this feeling in the novel about cultivating immortals in his previous life actually happened to him. , Wang Xingli couldn't help but feel a little overjoyed.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. Now that Wang Xingli has touched the threshold, it is only a matter of time before he gets in.

Full of joy, Wang Xingli quickly took out the Bengshan Fist and began to study the movements and moves in it. After reading for a long time, he found that many of them could be connected with the martial arts in his previous life, so there was no need to rush to practice these. After all, he had also practiced Juntiquan. People, it’s better to stabilize the Juyuan on the first level first.

Wang Xingli suppressed his joy and continued to practice boxing. The banging sound is endless.

It's easier said than done. Even though I've just punched a synchronized internal and external punch, I can't punch it now, but if I'm determined, I can achieve it with one or two punches out of ten. Wang Xingli is not in a hurry. How can he master martial arts in one fell swoop? It's not like playing games to gain skills.

Maintaining a calm and calm mind, Wang Xingli continued to hit the wooden stakes. The sound of "bang, bang, buzz~" was full of rhythm, and the probability of achieving the perfect punch that integrated the inside and outside was getting higher and higher.

It wasn't until the rhythm could no longer be maintained that Wang Xingli stopped, breathing heavily while loosening his muscles and bones. Only then did he feel that his body was exhausted, and then he felt a dizziness in his brain. Only then did Wang Xingli realize something serious problem!

Forgot to have breakfast! ! !

Dragging his tired body, Wang Xingli went to Hanying Tower (the only large canteen in the Ice and Snow Sect) located halfway up the mountain, ordered an outer disciple set meal, and ate it hungrily.

While eating, a woman in yellow came over and sat down opposite Wang Xingli. She said in a gentle and clear voice: "Hello, you are Wang Xingli, right? My name is Myolie Wu, and I am your first-term preparatory disciple. "

Wang Xingli looked at Myolie Wu with some vigilance, swallowed the food in his mouth slowly and replied: "Hello, what can I do?"

The corners of Myolie Wu's mouth raised slightly, and her slightly squinted eyes were like a moon.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm just here to share some information with you. If you don't need it, then I can leave?"