Chapter 5906 1 punch
It is easy to say that the body follows the fists. An experienced boxer who has been immersed in the practice for more than ten years can do it easily. However, supernatural powers are supernatural powers, and kung fu is kung fu, and the two are naturally not the same.
Zhang Yifeng clenched his fist, and streams of spiritual energy poured into his right fist, but when he threw the punch, there was still no change at all.
"It seems that I can't use the spiritual energy to lead it. This punch is really to let the fist carry me..."
There is indeed a reason why this technique can give birth to immortals. With just one punch, even a country bumpkin can understand it. But it's just this one punch. Even if one has reached the realm of gods, it is difficult to understand the essence of it without knowing the key.
Zhang Yifeng took a deep breath and his consciousness poured into his fists. This was the first time that Zhang Yifeng looked inward so carefully, or observed his own fists.
The veins, flesh, bones, and the immortal energy, or demonic energy, flowing through the fists are all extremely clear and bright.
With every breath Zhang Yifeng took, his power flowed, and he felt his fists becoming heavier and heavier, as if they weighed tens of millions of pounds, hanging heavily on the wooden table.
Seeing this, a gleam of light flashed in Zhang Yifeng's eyes. This had nothing to do with any immortal energy or demonic energy, nor was it related to Zhang Yifeng's physique or his understanding of the Dao, but was rather a display of this unique magical power.
This magical power is not so much a boxing technique as it is a way of utilizing the heart of Tao.
Now, let alone a force of tens of millions, even a mountain would be easy for Zhang Yifeng to lift, but his fists were hanging on the wooden table. The wooden table did not change at all, and his fists did not change at all, but he just couldn't lift it.
"rise!"
Zhang Yifeng concentrated his mind and tried to use the power of his spiritual consciousness to pull up his fists, but he was completely unable to do so.
No matter whether it is the soul, immortal energy, demonic energy, or various kinds of Taoist power, these fists cannot be moved at all. At this moment, these fists seem to not belong to him and he has completely lost control of them.
"wrong."
The sound of Wangwo's punch echoed in the wooden house. After hearing this, Zhang Yifeng calmed down and all his anxiety disappeared.
“That punch…”
As I just said about the punch, this first level of magical power is beyond cause and effect, and its trace cannot be found, let alone its power. This is the key to this punch.
"Forget yourself... Forget yourself..."
Selflessness, selflessness, in the final analysis, it all comes down to the word forgetfulness.
I do not know its cause and effect, I do not know its trace, I do not know its power. This is forgetfulness. I know its cause and effect, I know its trace, I know its power. This is me.
The word "selflessness" may seem simple, but it contains a mystery. That mystery transcends all philosophy and it is difficult for even a great monk who has attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree to understand its essence.
But at this moment, Zhang Yifeng felt that he had stepped into an indescribable wonder.
Forget and I are not just one word. First, one must perceive forgetfulness, and secondly, one must perceive I. Only by combining the seemingly false connection between the two can one achieve selflessness.
"So that's how it is, this is how you throw a punch!"
I don’t know how long it took, a thousand years or a second, Zhang Yifeng suddenly opened his eyes, and divine light shone on his fists. He threw a powerful punch, and Zhang Yifeng felt that his body was carried away by the fist and flew out of the wooden house.
Not knowing where to go, nor who to hit, Zhang Yifeng had only one pure thought in his mind: to throw a punch!
Such a simple truth is the magic of the first level of the Selfless Punch.
The punch flew out of the wooden house, and Zhang Yifeng felt in an instant that he could do whatever he wanted with this punch. He could tear the sky and the earth apart, or not hurt any grass or trees. With one punch, he seemed to have become the master of the world.
"open!"
The frustration in the chest poured out and rushed into the fist. In an instant, fist shadows covered the sky. It was clearly just one punch, but thousands of fist shadows appeared in front of his eyes.
After a long time, the fist shadow disappeared, Zhang Yifeng put his fist away and stood up. After the two fists collided, he had completely mastered the magical power of boxing.
"Yes, yes. With this level of understanding, it won't take a thousand years for you to comprehend the third level of the Selfless Punch."
Wangwo appeared in front of Zhang Yifeng with a punch, and exclaimed with some appreciation in his eyes.
Zhang Yifeng was shocked. A thousand years?
That's too long.
"It is a pity that we met too late in this state of ecstasy. I will wait for you to come back here."
As the sound of Wangwo's punch fell, Zhang Yifeng thought about it and returned to the secret realm of Jiuhua Fairy Peak.
Looking at his fists, Zhang Yifeng knew that everything that had just happened was real.
After putting away the "Self-Forgetting Punch", Zhang Yifeng took out the "Guhuo Scroll".
According to Zhang Yifeng's understanding, the Guhuo Bird is probably also a demon god.
In this painting of Guhuo, the demon bird has nine heads and nine tails, screaming towards the sky. No one knows who created it.
Zhang Yifeng was convinced that if he had the ability to activate all the nine heads and nine tails in the "Guhuo Scroll", even a god would find it difficult to withstand this attack.
"This is a treasure. If I go to the animal realm in the future and see the Guhuo monster bird, I heard that when the Guhuo monster bird takes off its feathers, it is an incredible beauty, hehehe..."
Tong Ye was looking at the "Guhuo Scroll" beside Zhang Yifeng, with a hint of lewdness in his laughter.
"What are you thinking about?"
Zhang Yifeng put away the "Guhuo Scroll", glanced at Tong Ye, and said helplessly.
"Hey! Master Tong, what am I thinking? It's you who have dirty thoughts. Master Tong, what I mean is that if you return this treasure to the owner, the Guhuo Monster Bird will at least give you some benefits, right?
However, maybe seeing your sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, hehehe, it would be nice for you to have a romantic relationship, hahaha!"
Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows when listening to Mr. Tong's nonsense.
Compared to "The Selfless Punch", Zhang Yifeng can also enter into it and gain insights, and then see the fairies in it.
However, Zhang Yifeng could hardly even activate the "Guhuo Scroll", so naturally he could not glimpse the immortal spirit within it.
Finally, it is Mr. Tong.
"Master Tong, you said that the Forgetful Punch and the Guhuo Scroll both have some effect, what is your effect?"
It has to be said that for Zhang Yifeng, the role of this copper is the greatest.
Everything he knew about this world far exceeded Zhang Yifeng's imagination, and these were what Zhang Yifeng needed to know most.
But if that were all, it would seem too wasteful.
A fairy with divine light in his body is useless except for knowing a lot?
"Master Tong knows astronomy and geography. There is nothing in the world that I don't know. Isn't that enough?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng asked no more questions.
Put away these three items and take out the Shen Guang Palace.
This Shenguan Palace is the biggest gain of this trip.
