The boundary between superior martial arts and magical skills is the will of the Martial Saint.

Any magical skill contains the will of the creator. If later generations learners can touch the will of others, they can practice it to the greatest success.

Tiangang Fist is among the four great divine fists in ancient and modern times, as well as the domine fist of King Zhao of Xifu, the Fan Fist of Dali Eternal Yuelun Temple, and the Gaojia Divine Fist of the late Tang Dynasty.

Some people even call it the highest idea of ​​boxing in ancient and modern times!

Zhang Yuanzhu, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, leaned on this fist to push the world, and dominated the world for a lifetime. He used his clothes to tie the world with a cloth and was the best in the world.

The same Tiangang Fist was already somewhat impressive in Zhang Xuan's hands. Yang Yu was also surprised at that time, but it was not until this time that he really felt the true meaning of this boxing technique!

This is the fist of the emperor, this is the fist of the emperor, and even more so, the fist of the hero who swallows the world!

Buzz!

It is like a sun patrolling the sky, and its momentum is vast and extremely magnificent.

If Zhang Xuanba’s domineering fist is a domineering way that all things in the world cannot be disobeyed, then this Tiangang fist is a kingly fist that all kinds of people can enter my hands.

It is not like martial arts, but also like magical powers. In a trance, it seems that there are all the stars and gods in the stars and seas gather together, and they all recommend them together.

Boom!

There was another roar among the deserted forests, and the earth was shaking.

Yang Yu's body shook violently, and the ground under him cracked and spread more than ten feet, and smoke and dust rose like clouds.

"Brother Yang?"

Qin Si exclaimed, not knowing what had happened at all.

"The imprint in this racial bag was indeed left by Zhang Yuanzhu. The boxing intention of this Ming Taizu was really serious, and he suffered some losses..."

Wiping away the blood from the corners of his eyes, Yang Yu gently rubbed his temples. This Tiangang fist was really powerful. Even though he was prepared, he was still injured.

"It's not easy to overwhelm his will..."

"It's really Zhang Yuanzhu..."

By urging his magical powers to dispel the smoke and dust, Qin Si took a few steps forward, feeling the faint fluctuations of the fist intention, and his heart couldn't help but be solemn.

Throughout history, it has been not easy to keep a name in history or in the martial arts of the martial arts of the world. Times have changed, and no matter how big a person is, it is difficult to remember by future generations.

Zhang Yuanzhu, but he has both

In historical books, his status was extremely high. He was an outstanding emperor who was known as the emperor of the ages for four hundred years.

And in the world, he was also the most popular. Before Zhang Xuanba, many people believed that he could be the supreme master who was comparable to Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, and the sloppy Taoist.

"Does it have to be suppressed by his will to sacrifice this human race bag?"

Qin Si thought about it:

"Brother Yang, if you can draw it out, maybe I can try to drive it away, maybe I can try to turn harm into benefits..."

"Driving away?"

Yang Yu thought about it slightly, but refused:

"The magical power is not omnipotent. Your magical power has not yet been promoted to the second level. If you want to drive away the will of the Martial Saint, you are afraid that you will be retaliated..."

There are also limits to supernatural powers. According to his estimate, the first level of supernatural powers should be equivalent to the ninth-grade achievement of superior martial arts. Perhaps even more magical, but it is quite different.

But no matter what, it is almost impossible to drive away Zhang Yuanzhu's will of Tiangang Fist.

and……

"This journey to Heishan is not close, and I can just pass the time. At this time, my martial arts advance has reached a bottleneck. Maybe I can use Zhang Yuanzhu's will to sort out my own martial arts system..."

Yu Yang soothes his spirits and his eyes are bright.

In the past ten years, he has naturally been very diligent in his practice, but the crisis that has always been under his control makes it difficult for him to calm down and sort out martial arts.

Of course, at that time, he was far from this level. It was the best way to follow his predecessors.

At this moment, he was already at the peak before the Martial Saint, so naturally it was different.

"Brother Yang, are you trying to create achievements?"

Qin Si's heart was extremely complicated.

These days, she has been very diligent in her practice and has made rapid progress. She has condensed her true energy. She thought that she might be able to melt the qi and blood furnace for a few years.

However……

"There is no question of creating achievements, so you should focus on yourself."

After putting away the race bag, Yang Yu's breath slipped a little, but his spirit was surprisingly good.

As the Red Sun Dharma King said, the warriors born in this world are much luckier than any era in ancient times.

Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, sloppy Taoist, Zhang Yuanzhu, Zhang Xuanba... and even countless outstanding and famous sages who have left their names or were unknown in history have long expanded their path to martial arts to a very high level.

At the end of Qin three thousand years ago, martial arts began to sprout, and most of the warriors were exploring through stuttering. Even if they achieved something, there were many coincidences. If they followed suit, they would not succeed most of the time.

At that time, the only people who practiced to the level of Martial Saint at this time seemed to be Lu Chen, Ba Zun and others, and most of the warriors might not be able to practice to the level of a master at this time.

Therefore, those warriors must create achievements before the master.

Two thousand years ago, Bodhidharma sorted out martial arts and developed Zen martial arts. At that time, before the Grandmaster, it was almost smooth. There was no need to explore at will, nor did he need to create achievements too early.

More than a thousand years ago, after the sloppy Taoist proposed the four steps of the Martial Saint, it seemed that even the Martial Saint had traces to follow. There were so many martial arts in the world that they could not learn them all, and naturally there were only a few who created their achievements.

It’s not that future generations are inferior to those of predecessors, but that some learn, so why bother to explore in the fog?

Trepidation!

Feeling Yang Yu's will, the goshawk flapped his wings and fell.

"Return to Montenegro?"

Qin Si asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

"Return. However, before returning, there are still some things to do..."

He exerted his strength and took Qin Si to the eagle's back. Yang Yu raised his sleeves and the eagle flapped his wings and left.

"Is this Yunzhou?"

"Yunzhou is lost, with Mr. Xu and Mr. Wang here, so we naturally don't need to intervene. Let's go along the way to Qingyan Mansion..."

Yang Yu looked down at the sea of ​​clouds with a deep eyes:

"Go to meet that, the shame of the Martial Saint..."

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In troubled times, use duplicates.

The first time he returned to Longyuan City, Wang Muzhi felt the wind and shudder of Longyuan City. On the street, everyone closed their doors. At first glance, the most prosperous restaurants were very deserted.

There were only a group of soldiers patrolling.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "With the strong support of Princess Longyuan, Mr. Xu has begun to purge the court after returning to the city. Many ministers, including Li Yan, have been put on prison..."

Qiu Zhanyu waited at the city gate for a long time. When he saw Wang Muzhi returning, he felt relieved and told him about the drastic changes in the city over the past few days.

Emperor Qianheng was abducted, which was a major incident that was shocking, and the ministers almost quarreled.

When the prince of the God Capital succeeded to the throne, the news that Xue Dilong was named the national master came, which caused an uproar.

All ministers, including Li Yan, demanded that the Shen Ce Army be gathered immediately and the Imperial Guard return to Shendu.

"Old Xu disagreed with the public and convinced the commander of the Shence Army to "Qi Shengyan", and the army will set sail to Yunzhou tomorrow to resist the Tianlang..."

Qiu Zhanyu sighed:

"One night when His Majesty was captured, the wind and clouds surging, and the court almost felt like it was swaying..."

"It has nothing to do with him... The situation changed because of the death of Prince Zhao."

Wang Muzhi was very calm:

"Now, everyone knows that the changes of heaven are coming, but they don't know that the changes of heaven have been around for four hundred years, and the old order can no longer be applied to this world..."

"ah?"

Qiu Zhanyu was slightly stunned.

"In the 2,600 years before the Ming Dynasty, even the martial arts prosperous era where the sloppy Taoist was located was actually only two or three martial saints who lived together for the rest of their lives.

But now, there are more than ten martial saints in the world? I’m afraid there will be twenty people…”

Wang Muzhi walked slowly and walked:

"It is not only the tides that rise, and the master of magical powers appear like mushrooms after a rain, which is the change of heaven. The collapse of the old order is also the change of heaven!"

The changes of the sky have arrived!

Wang Muzhi's heart is like a mirror.

He read the Taoist sect and Buddhist scriptures through it, and had entered the fantasy of immortals and magic several times, and had a very deep understanding of the past.
To be continued...