Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 41
After the handover of the escort and goods was completed, everyone's hearts were relieved, and they all heaved a sigh of relief.

Pan Xianshou immediately settled the remuneration and announced a one-day holiday.

After taking the money, everyone dispersed immediately, looking for a place to have fun.

Zhao Lin got five taels of silver, and sighed secretly that the money came so quickly, no wonder many people would rather take risks to do this business.

"Why, don't you find a place to play?"

Yuan Cheng looked at Zhao Lindao with a half-smile.

"Don't go."

Zhao Lin knew what he was talking about, so he answered very simply.

Nothing happened, the two came to the largest pharmacy in the local area, and completed the task assigned by Zhu Huaishan: they bought two packs of dogwood and violet leaves.

Generally speaking, the medicinal materials used for martial arts training are different from those used for common medical treatment. The medicinal materials are strong and strong, and only those who master the proportions of the prescriptions know how to refine them.

Only Zhu Huaishan understands Liuhemen.

Zhao Lin was not interested in establishing a sect, but was just curious about where Zhu Huaishan got his inheritance, and asked Yuan Cheng, but Yuan Cheng couldn't explain clearly, so he had to give up.

Maybe it was because they had been holding back for too long, most of them didn't go back to the inn at night, and they didn't come back sleepily until the next morning.

At noon, Pan Xianshou counted the number of people and set off for the return journey.

Because there was no cargo to drag them down, the way back was easy, and everyone was relaxed, and the journey was much faster than when they came.

On the afternoon of the third day, there was a sudden downpour of rain. Seeing that there was no village in front of them or shops in the back, everyone hid in a ruined temple to avoid the rain.

Originally there was a saying: It is better to live in a deserted tomb than to live in an ancient temple, but they have a large number of people, and they are all martial arts practitioners, so there are not so many taboos.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and they couldn't drive today, everyone pulled their chariots and horses into the temple, picked up some wet firewood, and lit a bonfire.

They took out the wine and meat they carried with them, chatted while eating, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

Zhao Lin also took out a piece of exotic animal meat and ate it with water.

The flames flickered and crackled from time to time.

Zhao Lin stared at the swaying flames, silently feeling the white mist released by the spirit beast map, seeping into every part of his body.

According to the memory related to the spirit beast map, abilities and specialties will not increase indefinitely.

The upper limit that ordinary people can achieve is directly related to the ability of beasts.

Taking Zhao Lin himself as an example, the upper limit of strength and speed is the bear and black horned antelope, but after practicing martial arts, he can get additional bonuses.

If you want to break through the upper limit, you must absorb stronger beast spirits.

Zhao Lin wondered if he could start planning, looking for stronger and faster beasts, or developing a new ability?
"Good skill!"

"This punch is wonderful..."

There was a burst of applause, and Zhao Lin looked up, only to see an open space in the middle of the main hall of the temple, where two young men were competing in martial arts.

A group of bodyguards and warriors formed a circle and watched with great interest.

"Let's go and watch the excitement." Yuan Cheng came over and greeted.

Zhao Lin was very interested in the martial arts of other families, so he got up and walked over with him.

"We are all warriors and come from different places. There is a long-standing intention to be different. It's just that when we came here, we were afraid of hurting our friendship because we needed bodyguards. Now we can't bear it any longer."

Yuan Cheng explained as he walked: "Every time the guards come back, there is basically a competition. It's just fists and kicks, and they don't use weapons."

Zhao Lin asked: "Have you ever tried the competition?"

Yuan Cheng shook his head, "It's just for fun, it's all gestures by people at the strength level, and the aura level doesn't participate."

The contestants took off their outer burqas to reveal their original clothes. One was from Zhenxing Martial Arts Hall, and the other was from Shizimen.

The two were at the same level and fought fiercely.

This is a good opportunity to learn boxing, Zhao Lin watched it with great interest.

The person at Shizimen uses cross-strike boxing, the routine is short and sharp, the feet walk in a straight line, punches cross, and the movements are swift and fast.

Zhao Lin had intended to join Shizimen at the beginning, but he had no choice but because the other party had a bad attitude when he was a Lifu, which left a bad impression on him.

The person who revitalizes the martial arts school is using Hong's Changquan, with long hands, high jumps, long jumps, and a clear rhythm.

The two were one long and one short, one fast and one slow, and they all played out the advantages of their respective boxing techniques, and they fought really well.

After more than [-] rounds of straight fighting, the talent from Shizimen won a small move.

"Acceptance." The warrior from Shizimen clasped his fists and said.

The person from the revitalizing martial arts hall went off, and then another person from the Feihu martial arts hall came up to challenge.

The people at Shizimen fought again and won another game.

This person won two games in a row, and he couldn't help but show a smug look on his face, "I'm at Shishimen Huang Sheng, I don't know who is willing to enlighten me."

"Do you want to go up and try?"

Yuan Cheng smiled and said to Zhao Lin, "Last time when I brought Sun Xiaofan out, I was beaten terribly by someone. Go up and show off your skills, and earn some face for our sect."

Zhao Lin also wanted to increase his actual combat experience, and just as he was about to agree, he saw a figure jumping into the field first.

"I'm here to ask your Excellency."

The person who spoke was a young man in his 20s, with a slightly arrogant voice. He took off his coat, revealing the words Shanglingshan on his clothes.

"Li Wei of the Lingshan faction, he is somewhat famous among the younger generation, and he is said to be at the third level of strength." Yuan Cheng introduced in a low voice.

There is a strong correlation between the realm of a warrior and his strength. There is almost no chance of winning in a battle between the strength realm and the Qi realm.

This involves all aspects of actual combat skills, means and strategies.

"Lingshan faction, Li Wei."

Li Wei gave his name, and made a strange gesture: he stepped forward with one leg, clasped his hands into a hook shape, raised and lowered, and his body shook slightly.

Zhao Lin felt that this posture seemed familiar, and blurted out: "Is this the Mantis Fist?"

Yuan Cheng praised: "I have good eyesight, and I can call out names."

When they were discussing, the two people in the field had already exchanged hands.

Li Wei is thin and thin, but his mantis boxing technique is extremely strong. He attacked fiercely in the first move, and within ten rounds he pushed the Shizimen people out of the circle.

"The Lingshan faction is indeed a great sect, and it is extraordinary once it makes a move."

"Our martial arts school in Qinghe County may not be able to match the Shanglingshan School in terms of strength."

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the words of the bodyguards who were watching the bustle seemed to be arguing.

"Liuhemen, Zhao Lin."

Li Wei's strength was obviously superior to the others, for a moment no one dared to step forward, Zhao Lin stepped into the arena.

Li Wei saw that although he was tall and big, but his face was still young, he nodded casually and said, "Let's do it."

Zhao Lin said "Offended", and punched out in the center.

Seeing that Zhao Lin's fist was fast, Li Wei took a step back, slashed down with his palm, and slashed hard at Zhao Lin's wrist.

In the middle of Zhao Lin's punch, he suddenly turned his wrist, spread his five fingers, and grabbed his palm.

Liuhe Quan pays attention to one strike and two strikes, and this is the second strike.

Li Wei was taken aback, he didn't expect that Zhao Lin's boxing could change his old moves, so he quickly retracted his five fingers, turned his palm into a fist, and touched it hastily.

When fists and claws collided, Zhao Lin paused, and then punched again.

Li Wei stabilized his body and raised his arms to block.

The two fought faster and faster, passing seven or eight moves in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Lin didn't use his full strength, but paid attention to the opponent's footsteps while fighting.

His purpose is not to win quickly, but to be familiar with the opponent's boxing techniques, to dismantle each move as he sees it, and to lure the opponent to use all the moves.

Li Wei's footwork is false and solid, he slashes, hits, chops, and slashes vigorously when he is far away, and hooks, hangs, wraps, and cuts when he is close, using both long and short. The style is completely different from Liuhequan.

Zhao Lin kept putting pressure on Li Wei, leading him to perform the Mantis Fist twice, until he couldn't see any new ideas, and then used a backhanded sky cannon.

In the middle of the palm, he turned at an incredible angle and hit the opponent's shoulder.

Li Wei took a few steps back, with a look of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)