More than a dozen life-sized wooden stakes, with head, neck, shoulders, torso and limbs, stood scattered around. A handsome young man with a well-proportioned figure, tough lines, naked upper body, and black pants underneath had his eyes closed, standing outside the field and slowly retracted his energy. With one breath and one breath, the swelling energy was collected in the lower abdomen Dantian.

The young man moved his ears and opened his eyes to look at the person coming.

He wiped the sweat from his head and face with his wrist, and did not care about the large amount of sweat flowing along the lower neck, chest and abdomen. He blushed and bowed to the visitor.

"Grandpa Qi, why are you here?" There was a feeling of fatigue in his voice, although he deliberately sootheed his speech and controlled his tone when he spoke.

The old man in black frowned and snorted coldly, ignored him, but entered the stake formation and carefully looked at each wooden stake, especially some of the marks left on the fingers and palms. From time to time, he touched the cracked trenches with his hands. He walked to the handsome young man with his hands behind his back, with a calm face and said, "The mind is not calm, the strength is uneven, the traces of the action are mixed and impure, and even an ordinary disciple cannot catch up. Junyi, this is how you have practiced for more than ten years? What else do you have to be as famous as the number one martial arts genius in Japan?"

"I..." Kuroki Toshii gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. His heart was like a burning fire, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with unspeakable shame, grief, anger and pain.

The roared loudly, turned around in anger, kicked horizontally, and thumped across the air. The wooden man stake closest to him was kicked in the waist, and the sharp wooden stubble was like a sharp teeth. Another roar, and punched continuously. In the whistling of the fist, the wood chips flew. Half of the wooden man flying into the air rushed up by him. The dozens of punches that were hit instantly broke into dozens of large and small pieces. Dangdang flew around.

Kuroki Jun's chest was swaying sharply. He fisted, as if he had just temporarily vented his depression and depression. He pursed his lips tightly, and panted for a while. He suddenly turned around and walked towards the old man in black. His dark eyes were staring at the old man, wanting to ask something, but he was afraid of hearing the answer he didn't want to hear. Because that would happen, he would not be able to accept it.

The old man in black looked at him calmly and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to ask?"

Kuroki Tsubaki suddenly clenched his fists, his muscles tensed up, and his eyes suddenly burst out with bright light, but it soon faded again, his eyes full of contradictions, uneasiness and uneasiness.

"Junyi, Grandpa Qi tells you something, you must remember it and remember it in your heart." The old man in black showed his might in his eyes, and as his body shook, his arrogant and domineering aura soared into the sky. His clothes fluttered, like a rushing sound. His forehead, temporal bones, and hair behind his head were trembling without wind. He was obviously only about one meter 70 meters tall, but now he was as powerful as he was walking on the sky and the ground. He looked down on everything and watched the little girl. He suspected that there was a power to sweep everything in his every move. The sound bursting out from his body resounded throughout the spacious practice room.

"A warrior, when he encounters a mountain, he crosses the sea. There is no way to go to heaven, so I should look for the ladder to reach the sky. The ultimate mystery of martial arts is that when he meets a strong person, he will be strong. There is no one in the world, anything, anything can be blocked, and those who block me will be killed, and those who block me will be destroyed. The energy in my heart will penetrate the sky and step on the earth!"

"...those who block me will kill, those who block me will destroy. Hold the energy in my heart, penetrate the sky and the earth! Hold the energy in my heart, penetrate the sky and the earth..." Kuromu Jun murmured in his mouth, over and over again. Gradually, his confused gaze began to shine, becoming brighter and brighter. The turbid air in his heart for days began to slowly be discharged from his body with the automatic energy running. His whole body swept away his decadence, and his energy and spirit began to gather again and rejuvenate.

"Thank you, Grandpa Qi, Junyi understands." Looking at Kuroki Toshiichi, who seemed to suddenly change his personality, the corners of his mouth were raised, but his obvious hooked nose made the smile terrifying.

"Junyi, remember, martial arts and thrillers have their own strengths and weaknesses. It is not necessarily better than anyone else. The key lies in the use. There is also the wisdom of facing the enemy. Martial arts tend to attack in close proximity. The vital energy enters the body, destroys muscles, breaks the muscles, breaks the tendons, breaks the veins, erodes bones, and rots the marrow. The lethality is more dark and hidden. The skill practiced by each sect is different, and the damage caused is different. However, miraculous arts are not the case, which is more important than long-range killing. It will cause different changes according to the different attributes of spiritual power, but will never leave the sect. As long as you pay attention to observe, there are traces to follow. Furthermore, in the world, all practitioners, whether they are practicing the vital energy of a warrior or the spiritual power of a magician, are actually branch energy differentiated from the original total energy. So in the essence of energy, there is no difference between who is stronger and who is weak. Do you understand?"

"Well. I understand. Junyi won't be thinking about it in the future."

The old man in black patted Kuroki Toshi who was half his head higher on the shoulder and said, "I haven't slept for a few days. Go back to rest."

"Grandpa Qi, I want to..."

The old man in black sank and said angrily: "Go back."

"Yes." Kuroki Toshiichi didn't dare to speak, and turned around and left.

The old man in black nodded secretly when he saw his departure. After the knot opened, his muscles and bones had already burst into thunder. The secret force broke through again, just around the corner.

He looked back at the wooden stakes, his eyes turned cold, he stepped on his feet, twisted his waist, and fisted. The fist wind whistled, and the mighty and powerful fist force poured out like an angry dragon. The thunder sounds in the air burst into continuous explosions with the bang bang bang bang bang. As the wood chips and smoke filled the dust, all the wooden squats were smashed by him, and a thick layer was laid on the ground.

"Hmph, wizard!"

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Chikusa Temple is one of the four most famous ancient temples in Japan. Inside the temple, there are green pine forests, quiet courtyards and numerous temples, including lecture halls in the Balance Age, Kindo in the late Nara period, drum tower in the Kamakura period, Buddha statues, magic tools and scriptures after the Balance Age, etc. Legend has it that Xu Fu, who traveled to Japan to write an inscription for this temple. There is also a legend that on the day of Izumo every year, there are eight million gods coming to the temple to discuss the temple. It is also the only ancient temple in Japan that can attract gods except the Izumo Daishu in Izumo City, Shimane Prefecture. Every year from September to the end of the year, countless believers come to the temple to pray for blessings and wishes.

Qiancao Temple is an openly temple, and secretly it is one of the four ancient Buddhist sects in the Qimen Realm. However, not all monks here, there are also many practitioners with hair. Moreover, most of them grew up in temples since childhood. The temple is their home.
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