In the dark secret room, Guo Qianshan lit several oil lamps.
With the faint light, Li Zhige saw several human stakes placed in front of him.
These are several human-shaped puppets made of solid wood and wrapped in iron sheets. They should be used for boxing practice.
But Li Zhige didn't expect that a small sect like the Divine Fist Sect would have a secret room!
Guo Qianshan smiled and said, "When the Divine Fist Sect was prominent in the past, this secret room was used to store gold and silver. But now, we don't have gold or silver stored here."
Li Zhige nodded to express understanding.
Suddenly, Guo Qianshan's face became serious again, he looked at Li Zhige and asked, "Zhige, have you ever been exposed to boxing before?"
Li Zhige shook his head honestly.
Guo Qianshan thought for a while and said, "Go and give it a try."
Li Zhige did as he was told.
boom!
The fist hit the wooden stake, and the dull sound echoed in the secret room.
The power of this punch is at least 500 kilograms!
Under normal circumstances, an adult man can punch with a force ranging from one hundred to three hundred kilograms.
Li Zhige made a judgment secretly, feeling somewhat satisfied. He turned to look at his master, waiting for his guidance.
Guo Qianshan shook his head and said calmly, "That's not how you hold your fist."
"Bend your index finger, middle finger, ring finger and little finger inward, place your thumb on the index finger, tap inside your fist, and raise the top of your fist flat."
"Don't clench your fist to death when knocking inside!"
"Put your feet apart, bend your calves slightly, and lean forward two points."
"Concentrate your concentration and calm your energy, use the strength of your belt, and punch out like thunder."
Following the sound of crossing Qianshan, Li Zhige kept adjusting his body posture.
Stay focused and calm, use your belt strength, and punch out like thunder!
Li Zhige slowly closed his eyes.
Suddenly, Li Zhige opened his eyes and punched the wooden human stake.
boom!
A sound like thunder echoed in the secret room, and the iron sheet on the wooden man stake was dented by two points.
Looking at his fist, Li Zhige remained silent.
This punch may have weighed over a thousand kilograms. It was two points heavier than the fists of boxing champions on earth, and was enough to kill an adult man.
This is due to the previous three months of squatting, standing, and carrying water, which improved my physical fitness to a level far beyond that of normal people. With certain force techniques, this heavy punch was delivered.
Guo Qianshan touched the stubble on his chin, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
Soon, Guo Qianshan came to his senses and said, "Zhi Ge, your bones are extremely dense and you are a natural boxing prodigy. As long as you are determined to practice boxing seriously, it will only take two months to surpass your senior brothers." Senior sister.”
Li Zhige smiled and said, "Master, this disciple is just a little stronger than ordinary people. It is nothing compared to a real martial arts wizard."
Guo Qianshan didn't answer. He changed the subject with a flicker of his eyes, "Zhi Ge, do you know the origin of our Divine Fist Sect?"
Li Zhige shook his head, let alone the origin of the Divine Fist Sect, he had never even heard of the name Divine Fist Sect before.
Guo Qianshan continued, "At the end of the Tang Dynasty, my ancestor of the Guo family happened to pick up a book of the essence of the Divine Fist. It was passed down from generation to generation, forming the Divine Fist sect."
"Our Divine Fist sect is not good at internal skills and mental skills. The Divine Fist Sutra records a set of fist moves and a set of fist steps. The combination of the fist moves and the fist steps is the Divine Fist."
Guo Qianshan suddenly stopped, looked at Li Zhige, and asked, "Have you ever heard of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon?"
Li Zhige thought for a while and replied, "Disciples have heard of it. The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon is the supreme martial art of the Beggar Clan sect. It has a total of eighteen moves. It is an external training of the most rigid and yang, fierce and unrivaled. Palm techniques can cultivate internal strength from the outside in. "
Guo Qianshan nodded, "Shen Fist, like the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, is an external boxing method. When practiced to a certain temperature, internal power can be generated from the outside."
"My master will teach you the fist moves and steps now. When you develop internal strength, you will be qualified to practice the eight true divine fist moves."
"The so-called Eight Styles of Divine Fist are the eight killing fist styles condensed from the Divine Fist by the ancestors of our Divine Fist Sect. If you practice the Eight Styles of Divine Fist to perfection, you will definitely have a place in the world."
"Watch it!"
Guo Qianshan let out a loud roar and pounced out like a tiger descending from the mountain.
Crossing the foot of Qianshan Mountain, the figure moves and flickers.
The fist moves combined with the fist steps create heavy punch shadows, driving the air flow and creating a breeze in the secret room.
By the faint light of the fire, Li Zhige stared at the figure crossing Qianshan, refusing to miss any movement.
After a set of magic punches, Guo Qianshan closed his fists and took a breath. Sweat was dripping on the skinny Ma's face. He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm old, and my body and bones can no longer stand the use of it."
"The combination of fist moves and fist steps is the Divine Fist. The Divine Fist has seventy-two punch moves and thirty-six punch steps, which combined are as many as the Earth's Evil God. If you want to punch out the complete Divine Fist, most people don't have ten It can’t be done in half a month. It’s not enough to just complete the magic fist. What’s more important is the technique of exerting force in each punch.”
"Only by correctly mastering the force-generating techniques of each punch and each step can you temper your qi and blood to the greatest extent, so that your internal strength can be generated by itself."
After saying that, Guo Qianshan turned to look at Li Zhige and asked calmly, "Zhige, how many of the seventy-two punches and thirty-six punches have you remembered just now?"
Li Zhige closed his eyelids slightly, recalling the figure who had just crossed Qianshan Mountain to box, and replied uncertainly, "Disciple should have memorized everything."
"It doesn't matter, even if I write it all down..."
"Um?"
"Have you written it all down?"
Guo Qianshan's eyes widened, his voice rose a little higher, and he looked at Li Zhige with deep suspicion in his eyes.
Li Zhige nodded affirmatively, "Master, this disciple should have written it down."
Li Zhige did not explain. He was born with a good memory, and later studied liberal arts. He was also a liberal arts student from a top university. In more than ten years of studying, his memory has been trained to an incredible level. I don’t dare to say that I have an unforgettable memory, but I definitely have an outstanding memory.
After crossing thousands of mountains, he was doubtful and said, "Go try it and let me see if you have memorized everything."
Li Zhige closed his eyes again.
After a moment, Li Zhige opened his eyes and imitated the figure he had just seen crossing Qianshan, like a tiger descending from the mountain and pounced out.
Under the weak firelight, the expression on Guo Qianshan's face was stiff at first, and he was somewhat doubtful about life. Later, the corners of his mouth slowly opened, almost reaching the base of his ears, and his narrowed eyes were filled with excitement and excitement.
Li Zhige landed a set of magic punches. Sweat was already oozing out from his forehead, and his muscles all over his body were slightly numb.
Looking at Guo Qianshan, Li Zhige asked expectantly, "Master, how did I do?"
Guo Qianshan put his hands behind his back. With a stern look on his face, he commented in a stern voice, "It's just a strange thing, but it has no real power! Boy, you're still far behind. Take your time and figure it out."
After saying that, Guo Qianshan took out a yellowed book from his arms and threw it to Li Zhige, then slowly turned around and left the secret room.
Li Zhige was holding a yellowed book in his hand. The book was very thin. On the cover were the words "Shenquanjingyi" prominently displayed. It looked a bit historical.
Slowly turning the pages of the book, Li Zhige had some doubts in his eyes and whispered to himself, "Is it possible that my martial arts talent is very poor and my hands, feet and body can't keep up with my ideas?"
Pulling his thoughts back, Li Zhige began to carefully read the essence of the divine fist, making gestures with his hands, and began to figure out the fist steps and moves recorded in the book in his mind.
In the Patriarch's Hall, three pillars of fragrance appeared on Qianshan Mountain. He knelt in front of the spiritual throne, his eyes were already wet, and his low voice was trembling, "Dad, this time our Divine Fist Sect has found a treasure! That boy Zhi Ge is not only a skeleton. Excellent, even the understanding is so amazing. Watch me perform the magic fist once, and I have memorized all seventy-two punches and thirty-six punches, and I can still perform them well!"
"In less than ten years, Zhi Ge will definitely be able to master the Divine Fist, and then practice the eight movements of the Divine Fist. There is hope for the revitalization of our Divine Fist Sect!"
"Dad, when I go to Jiuquan in the future, I will have the dignity to come and see you."
