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Chapter 56 A thousand pounds fall to the ground and the pulse stabilizes; a three-inch fist strike suppresses the heavenly gate!
Liu Sanxian said excitedly, "Let's keep looking, maybe we can bring that arrogant girl Chen Jinxin down with us!"

Zhu Wenjie rolled his eyes.

You really dare to dream! Who is that? My goddess!
You do not deserve!
"I'm afraid we need to find our way back first."

At this moment, Cui Hong suddenly said, "Just now, these things' ghost domain led us deep into Fallen Soul Slope, and we even lost our way. We don't even know where we are."

"If we don't find our way back quickly, we might be in danger."

The group was immediately taken aback.

They still remembered the divination Cui Hong had just performed.

Even if Liu Sanxian was oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, he knew the gravity of the matter.

They encountered a few ghostly creatures, all of which were level 5 legendary beings, and were brought back from the brink of death.

If you were to encounter that potentially existing level 10 vengeful ghost, you might as well just wipe yourself out; at least you'd die a quick and painless death.

"Quickly, perform a divination to see which way to go!"

Liu Sanxian urged Cui Hong fearfully.

Cui Hong shook his head: "Do you think divination is that simple? I just did it three times, and I'm already exhausted. I need at least a night's rest to recover."

"What should I do?"

Liu Sanxian was dumbfounded.

Zhu Wenjie said, "Anyway, we have enough food. Why don't we rest here? I've used up a lot of energy just now. Instead of running around like a headless fly, I might as well rest before we talk."

Huo Shan said, "I agree."

The paper figures had reduced everyone to near-death, so naturally no one objected.

Let's just rest where we are.

As for Xie Lingxin's opinion...

Okay, it doesn't matter.

Seeing that everyone had sat down, he entered a meditative state.

Xie Lingxin looked around and walked to the side.

Thinking back to the two punches Zhu Wenjie had just thrown.

"Hoo! Hey! Hoo-hey! Ha!"

He threw punch after punch.

"Hey……"

After a while, he stopped, racking his brains, but couldn't figure it out.

He could perfectly mimic the two punching movements from memory.

However, it lacked that earth-shattering power, let alone the kind of punch that could shake or shake others.

He also tried to imbue his fist with Yin Thunder, but found it even more difficult.

When still and focused, the dark thunder arises with each thought.

But as soon as it moves, the Yin Thunder disappears without a trace, as if it never existed.

"This won't work."

Suddenly, Zhu Wenjie's voice came from behind.

Xie Lingxin turned around: "Have you rested enough?"

Zhu Wenjie nodded: "At least I can catch my breath."

"Were you practicing the 'Nine Peaks Stance' just now?"

Xie Lingxin asked in surprise, "Nine Peaks Style? Isn't it called Mountain-Shaking Fist?"

Zhu Wenjie smiled and said, "The Mountain-Shaking Fist is a family martial art, but what I used just now was the Nine Peaks Style from the academy, which is more in line with the intent of my Mountain-Shaking Fist."

He scratched his head: "The Nine Peaks Style is just a fleeting thing. Although it's not impossible, it's too difficult to develop the intent of the fist. It's about the same as developing the consciousness through basic visualization techniques, which is practically impossible."

Can basic visualization techniques be cultivated into spiritual awareness?
is it hard?
Xie Lingxin glanced at him.

Zhu Wenjie, oblivious to his gaze, continued, "This is martial arts at the advanced level, not just simple movements. You can't learn it if you don't know the tricks."

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Xie Lingxin was shocked: "This can be taught?"

The federal government has laws that prohibit the private transmission of spiritual practices.

Even in cultivation academies, you have to pay to learn cultivation methods.

Zhu Wenjie said, "Hey, the federal government only restricts those listed in the federal cultivation law catalog, not private ownership."

"Otherwise, how would the major families and sects pass on their teachings to their disciples?"

This is yet another way of controlling resources.

Xie Lingxin thought to herself.

Why doesn't the Federation care what these families and sects say in private?
Because it is not necessary.

Who would share their most treasured possessions with outsiders?
"The Nine Peaks Style was obtained by my elders in a certain realm. It's not a particularly important inheritance, and there aren't many rules about it."

Xie Lingxin understood. The Nine Peaks Style was utterly insignificant to Zhu Wenjie's family, so it didn't matter if it was spread.

Even so, he still really wanted to learn.

Zhu Wenjie might not care about the martial arts of Fushengpin, but if it were outside, it would be worth at least a million.

I paid three million to learn a painting of the "Floating Life" style from Teacher Bai.

"Isn't this... bad?"

Xie Lingxin rubbed her hands together, and then said, "Let's begin!"

"..."

Although Zhu Wenjie was speechless, he had no intention of going back on his word.

Firstly, it's just a simple martial art called "Floating Life Style," which is really nothing to the Zhu family.

Secondly, even if he taught her, Xie Lingxin might not be able to learn it.

He only wanted to give Xie Lingxin some pointers because he saw her practicing her boxing stances and thought it looked quite professional. He didn't actually believe that teaching Xie Lingxin would make her learn it.

Anyway, I'm just free, so I'll just teach it a few times and that's it.

Surely he won't be unable to learn it and will keep pestering me to teach him until he does, right?

With a hint of unease, Zhu Wenjie began to explain to Xie Lingxin: "The Nine Peaks style is inspired by the idea of ​​layers upon layers of peaks, which are majestic, vast, and endless!"

"With a single punch, the force of the punch is layered upon layered. When practiced to the highest level, a single punch can have nine layers of force, like the tide crashing against the shore, like the clouds surging over a precipice, majestic and boundless, continuous and unending."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and threw a punch.

"A thousand pounds falling to the ground stabilizes the pulse; a three-inch fist strike can subdue the heavens!"

With this step, Xie Lingxin felt the ground tremble again.

"Here you must learn to circulate your Qi and blood, allowing it to surge upwards from your feet, like a spring gushing from the ground, like a waterfall flowing backwards, through the meridians and throughout your entire body..."

"How do you move Qi and blood? Naturally, it depends on your thoughts. When a thought arises, Qi and blood surge, and every inch becomes powerful!"

Zhu Wenjie lunged forward and threw another punch, aiming straight for Xie Lingxin's face. The force of the punch made Xie Lingxin feel as if a mountain was collapsing.

He knew it was fake, but his face still turned pale.

"A fist is a hammer for striking people and a knife for killing them. In fact, when you train it to a high level, any part of your body can be a fist!"

He withdrew his fist, leaned forward, and his shoulder collided with Xie Lingxin, sending him flying backward.

Xie Lingxin felt no pain, but flew several meters away and landed, stumbling backward.

Zhu Wenjie took several steps and slammed his arm down on a large tree.

With a loud bang, the massive banyan tree snapped in half at waist height and collapsed with a crash.

"His strength is hidden like a towering mountain, deep and unyielding; when unleashed, it is like a mountain peak collapsing!"

Xie Lingxin's face turned pale again.

Zhu Wenjie, that kid, usually seems amiable and a bit too friendly.

He never imagined that things would turn out so violently.

"Awesome—!" (voice cracks)

Xie Lingxin didn't hide it at all and called out.

Coach! I want to learn!

Seeing this, Zhu Wenjie stopped his punching stance, scratched his head, and said awkwardly, "I'm not good enough yet. My dad often scolds me for having weak punches, like a girl."

"..."

If this is considered soft and fluffy, how tough must your dad be?

Are you just bragging?

"Come on, try to find the way to move your qi and blood first, and then I'll teach you the tricks of exerting force and energy."

Zhu Wenjie greeted them.

Xie Lingxin walked over eagerly.

Zhu Wenjie gestured, "You do this and that... and then do that and that..."

Xie Lingxin's eyes lit up as she listened: "Oh, oh, so that's how it is, like this..."

After Zhu Wenjie finished speaking, he asked Xie Lingxin to try practicing. Then, worried that Xie might encounter setbacks and hurt his self-esteem on his first attempt, he thoughtfully gave him some advice.

"Don't be impatient, take your time. It's not easy to master something so quickly at the beginning. As you practice more and it becomes memorized, it will come naturally."

"It took me almost half a year back then..."

"what!"

A loud shout rang out, and a burst of heat exploded out.

A hot wind blew in, making Zhu Wenjie's hair messy.

Stiffly turning his head, he looked at Xie Lingxin, whose face, neck, and limbs were all as red as a cooked shrimp. His gaze was blank, and he was completely bewildered...

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