The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 223: Gradually increasing strength, gritting teeth and unwilling to leave

It was June 1st, and the sky was just getting light.

The morning light shines through the gaps between the bamboo leaves, turning into countless light beams of different sizes and shapes, illuminating the open space.

Bang!
The dust and mist were blown up and spread everywhere between the light pillars.

"Main, are you okay?"

The anxious martial artist reached out and pulled up Qin Zhiming who was lying on the ground.

At this time, Qin Zhiming was covered in fat, like a round ball.

"It's okay, come again!"

Seeing Qin Zhiming's excited expression, he was indeed not angry.

The martial artist heaved a sigh of relief and continued to throw him.

After being thrown down several times, Qin Zhiming finally figured out some tricks.

Wrestling mainly involves pushing, pulling, hugging, tripping, grasping, pressing and twisting, with other movements as auxiliary.

Maintain your own balance and destroy the enemy's balance.

Use your own body as a fulcrum to pry the enemy's body.

It requires both flexible steps and fierce bursts.

Use the opponent's force to counter attack, avoid the real and attack the fake.

Bang!
The martial artist who fell to the ground was stunned.

Although he had been reminded by other martial artists before he came that this Tiandeng disciple was extremely talented.

But he didn't expect that the other party would learn the skills he had practiced for many years so quickly.

So, he, like other martial artists, thought it was a coincidence and suggested trying it again.

The result was the same as that of other martial artists, and Qin Zhiming used the same method to retaliate against him.

"Alright! That's enough! Real people!"

The martial artist who drew another arc in the air shouted loudly.

Bang!
Qin Zhiming reached out and pulled up the fallen martial artist.

"Are you sure? I feel like I'm still not proficient in some areas."

Not skilled? You've already thrown me down five times, and you're still not skilled?

The martial arts master didn't dare to voice his complaints. He shook his head:
"Sir, don't be ridiculous. Your wrestling skills are better than mine now."

"Ok."

Qin Zhiming sighed.

Unfortunately, if he were to be knocked down three more times, the two would be even.

"Thank you, Master Wu."

After seeing off the martial artist, Qin Zhiming walked into the second floor of Sui Shi Building.

He lay down on the recliner and casually broke off a small part of the broken gold table leg next to him.

He ate the table until only one leg was left.

As a result, his physique, internal energy, and mind were several times stronger than before.

However, my figure seems to be a little out of shape.

Qin Zhiming touched the fat on his belly.

Suddenly, his mouth stretched to his ears.

Qin Zhiming noticed this and immediately picked up the remaining table leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

The table legs were so big that they almost broke his throat.

After stuffing the table leg into his stomach, an exaggerated protruding outline of the table leg appeared from Qin Zhiming's throat to his abdomen.

The abnormality just now was caused by the "martial spirit" integrating into the mind.

During these days, Qin Zhiming controlled the "martial intent" and integrated it into his mind.

During this time, he would feel intense hunger from time to time.

It was a hunger that wanted to gnaw off one's hands and feet.

For the first time, hunger took over his mind.

By the time he came to, most of the tables and chairs in the hall on the first floor had disappeared.

Even the wall pillars were covered with pits and teeth marks.

The second time, he used his remaining self-awareness to force his way to the Golden Table.

After waking up, nothing was damaged except the golden table.

Since then, Qin Zhiming discovered that the price of integrating his mind and spirit with "Martial Will" was to force himself to eat things that contained a lot of vitality.

In fact, the word integration is not appropriate. Qin Zhiming believes that the word transformation is more appropriate.

Rather than saying that "Martial Will" integrates the mind, it is better to say that it transforms the mind.

It transforms the mental power it possesses into a more powerful force.

This power contains both the power of the mind and the characteristics of "martial intent".

The more you eat, the faster this transformation happens.

So far, thanks to Qin Zhiming's unremitting efforts, he has a full belly every day.

He estimated that in another half a month, all his mental power would be transformed.

The prerequisite is that you will not lack gold to eat in the next half month.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhiming went to the third floor with her bulging belly.

He skillfully placed the wooden sign of the miscellaneous hall on the table.

Unexpectedly, the other party spoke first. "Master, do you still need something made of gold?

We have newly cast several large spheres here, which are suitable for display in open spaces.

Real people, how many do you need?"

Big ball? Watching? It must be a sign from the temple.

Lest the people who make trouble in the hall think that they like gold and carefully cast furniture.

The golden table was just like that, with countless lifelike cranes, auspicious clouds, pine and cypress trees inlaid with silver.

You can tell at a glance that the craftsman put a lot of thought into it.

However, its effect is to be eaten by oneself.

So, change to a big round ball to save time and effort.

"How many pounds?"

"One is fifty pounds."

"From today on, send me two every month."

"Master, you can send a heavy bear to get it now."

Miscellaneous hall.

Xue Hong, wearing a red shirt, paced back and forth near the door.

At this time, he saw a heavy bear with a pendant with the word "Tian" on it, walking in swayingly.

A moment later, it walked out carrying two large packages.

From the outline of the package, Xue Hong could tell that they were two large round balls.

He picked up a leaf and threw it away.

The package made of cowhide suddenly cracked.

Judging from the dazzling golden color coming through the gaps, Xue Hong determined that the two large spheres were made of gold.

"Damn guy, stay in your residence all day, admiring the gold every day.

Looking for a martial artist to learn weapons and boxing skills?
Where on earth did this lowly fellow come from?
Such a person is a Tiandeng disciple."

Xue Hong was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. He had already made up his mind to monopolize the Tiandeng treatment.

Unfortunately, the unknown disciple of Tiandeng has not stepped out of his residence until now.

"Brother Xue?"

"What's wrong? Why are you looking for me instead of watching over me in the martial arts hall?"

Xue Hong looked impatiently in the direction of the disciple who was speaking.

“Should we continue watching?
How long has it been?

Everyone takes turns patrolling the halls day and night, and has no time to practice.

I heard that Brother Guo has improved a lot in Yunya Pavilion."

Xue Hong understood what his disciple meant, and also heard his dissatisfaction.

Guo Mingrui can practice in Yunya Pavilion to increase his strength, but they have to stay in each hall, waiting for someone who will appear at any time.

Xue Hong grinned, grabbed his disciple by the back of his neck, and forced him to press his forehead against his.

He stared with those panicked eyes.

"You, the C and D level disciples, don't have to go to the service hall to find work every day and you can get elixirs.

Who gave this?
Without Sister Lan and Brother Guo, would your strength grow so quickly relying on your own?
It took several months to trick Sikong Wan onto the arena, why didn't you complain then?"

"I...."

The series of interrogations frightened the disciple so much that he was speechless.

"You had nowhere else to turn and had to take the risk.

Now, I live a good life and have elixirs to practice every day.

Instead, you come to me to complain about wasting your cultivation time.

People should learn to be content.

Those who are not satisfied deserve to starve.

Tell me, am I right? "

Xue Hong stretched out his right hand and patted the other person's face while raising his voice.

Looking at the disciple who was stammering and unable to speak.

Xue Hong pushed it away:

"I don't care what you said just now, whether it was you who wanted to say it or you who wanted to say it.