For the time being, let go of the original owner’s obsession, and Lin Yun took out the picture scroll presented by Mr. Hong.
In the Xijian Pavilion, I often see Elder Hong watching this painting carefully, but Lin Yun didn’t peek at it.
I don’t know what’s in the picture, why?
“Have a tiger in your heart, sniff the roses?”
The scroll draws and writes eight characters, full of ancient meaning, vast and heavy.
When the scroll was unfolded, a dull roar sounded in his ears, and a tiger rushed towards him from the painting.
Dangling!
Lin Yun was startled, he hurriedly stepped back, and dropped the picture scroll.
My heart was pounding, and after a long time, it gradually calmed down.
“It’s so scary, it seems like a tiger just came at me.”
Lin Yun had lingering fears, looked at the scroll on the ground, hesitated for a moment before picking it up again.
What is depicted in the painting is a ferocious tiger rushing towards him. Just by looking at it, he can feel the enormous pressure coming towards him.
The next second, I forgot that it was the object in the painting, like a living tiger pounced in front of my eyes.
Open the huge mouth, the sound of tiger roar, shock the heart.
Whoosh!
Lin Yun hurriedly put away the scroll, not daring to take another look, the hand holding the scroll trembled slightly.
It’s a terrible feeling, no wonder Mr. Hong is careful every time he looks at it.
The pressure is like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis, right in front of you! The murderous aura of the king of beasts is straight from the heart!
This painting is undoubtedly a treasure.
But even looking at it is stressful now, and it doesn’t seem to be useful for the time being.
“No…”
Lin Yun’s eyes lit up, remembering what Mr. Hong said, you are practicing Tiger Fist. Even if you can’t solve the mystery of the painting, it will be of great use to you.
Understood, Mr. Hong didn’t expect him to solve the mystery in the painting at all.
I only hope that he will be able to view this painting and cultivate Tiger Fist to its fullest extent.
There are four realms in the cultivation of any kung fu and martial skills, from shallow to deep.
A first glimpse of the door, a little success, a great success, and a perfect peak.
Fighting Tiger Fist is the foundation of basic exercises. With a little understanding, you can get a first glimpse of the door.
Work hard and spend enough time, it is not difficult to achieve small success.
It’s not easy to be successful. If you don’t have enough understanding, no amount of time is wasted.
As for the consummation of the peak, it is an extravagant hope.
No matter how basic the exercises can be practiced to the pinnacle of perfection, they can exert super lethal power, which is eye-catching.
Even, it can break through the shackles of the cultivation technique’s own grade, and exert its lethality beyond the grade.
In the past two years, Lin Yun’s Tiger Fist has been hovering in Xiaochengjie.
The power of Tiger Fist can only be used for 30%. It was a fluke that he could defeat Zhou Ping before.
Mainly because the opponent underestimated the enemy, and Lin Yun, who had been coming to Zhou Ping casually, could be miserable.
I never thought that Lin Yun would be promoted to the third level of martial arts, and he suffered a big loss because of his impatience.
Join Outer Gate, and there are bound to be many new challenges.
It’s better to stabilize the realm first, and practice this tiger boxing to the fullest, and then it’s not too late.
Lin Yun in his previous life was quite cautious in his behavior.
Act according to plan, rarely rash.
Coming to this world where the weak eat the strong, there is no room for any carelessness. Because of one carelessness, your life may be ruined.
I made up my mind, and Lin Yun didn’t hesitate.
Forcing the fear in his heart, Lin Yun opened the tiger picture again.
Hoo!
As if a gust of wind was blowing through both ears, the pressure that hit my face came in an instant.
Lin Yun tried his best to keep his composure, carefully observed the verve of the tiger, insisted on it for two seconds, and quickly drew the scrolls together.
Close your eyes and let the tiger charm in the painting reverberate in your mind.
When he opened his eyes, there was a flash of light, and Lin Yun used his Tiger Fist in the small wooden house.
Suddenly, the punches are like the wind, and the clouds flow. The verve reverberating in his mind was digested little by little while he stretched his fists and feet.
When the set of punches was finished, Lin Yun was in a good mood, so happy.
There are many thoughts in my heart, inextricably linked, full of details about Tiger Fist.
A never-before-seen experience that appeared on Lin Yun was boundless and indescribable.
It really works, Mr. Hong didn’t deceive me!
The corner of Lin Yun’s mouth showed a happy expression, full of energy, and opened the picture again.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds!
This time, Lin Yun’s time to observe the scroll has tripled to four seconds.
The tiger in the painting even has a vague prototype, imprinted in its heart.
In the small and rudimentary wooden house, the teenager seems to have opened the door to a new world, practicing over and over again the garbage exercises that are not worth mentioning in the eyes of others.
Sweating like rain, exhausted, but still persevering.
Even every time I unfold the scroll, I shiver with fear, leaving a terrifying shadow.
Still gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and bravely unfolded the picture again and again.
The tiger descends!
After repeating this ten times, Lin Yun let out a loud shout, and the second attack of Tiger Fist was unhindered by him.
In an instant, he turned into a fierce tiger and leaped on the ground, almost touching the roof.
When it fell, the bones in the body exploded, like a whistling, and the sound was deafening.
Boom bang bang!
The overflowing strong wind blew the furnishings in the wooden house into a mess.
The tiger roars in the mountains and forests, the tiger descends the mountain, and the beasts come to court.
It is the three-stroke killing technique of Tiger Fist. The previous twelve strokes can only strengthen the body and exercise qi and blood.
Now the two ultimate moves have been completed, only the last move is left, the beasts are coming.
Lin Yun’s eyes flickered, this picture scroll is indeed a treasure, just half a day, it is worth half a year of hard work in the past.
“With this thing, my boxing mastery is just around the corner.”
Lin Yun is full of confidence by practicing two types of killing moves in one fell swoop.
Three days later, the sun rises.
In front of a wooden house halfway up the mountainside of Qingyun Peak, the sun is shining, and there is a figure that moves around in the open space, punching like the wind.
Whoohoo!
With every punch, the gust of wind can be heard, whirring. The young man is naturally the sword slave Lin Yun. He has not yet become a disciple of the outer sect. He is still the Qingyun sword slave in terms of identity.
In the open space, Lin Yun’s eyes were calm and he didn’t punch blindly.
He is sensing the heat flow in his body, which is said to be internal energy, which can be generated by entering the third level of martial arts.
Becoming a disciple of the outer sect can be regarded as a true martial artist.
At this moment, although he has not mastered the technique of cultivating inner strength, he has already paid attention to the coordination with inner strength when he punches.
Suddenly!
In his calm eyes, there is a scorching light, as if a flame is burning.
“The tiger roars in the mountains and forests!”
Boom!
The bones in the body made a loud noise, like a tiger roaring, roaring again and again. With a punch, there was an explosion-like sound in the air, the airflow was chaotic, and the wind was blowing in all directions.
The tiger descends!
Riding the momentum, Lin Yun rose into the air, and then flew straight down. Turn into a tiger, hit the ground, bang!
A punch fell, and cracks appeared on the ground paved with rocks.
Breaking mountains and rocks, this Tiger Fist is a great success!
After one punch, Lin Yun did not sweat a lot. Compared with the profuse sweating when he first performed, he improved rapidly.
In three days, his Tiger Fist finally came to fruition, and his third-level martial arts level also stabilized.
Hoo!
Close your fists and stand still.
Under the sun, Lin Yun’s slightly immature face was full of vigor. He let out a breath of turbid air, his eyes were calm and steady, and he whispered to himself: “Now that the realm is stable and the boxing technique is complete, it can be regarded as some reliance.”
After entering the wooden house and grooming, Lin Yun looked at the purple mark between his eyebrows in the basin ~IndoMTL.com~ and thought a little.
It’s so eye-catching, even if he doesn’t care, it’s hard to keep outsiders from making noise.
After thinking about it, Lin Yun tore off a piece of cloth and tied it on his forehead as a headscarf.
After half a column of incense, Lin Yun appeared in the Qingyunzong Zongwu Hall.
Zongwutang is the place where the sects send out doormen and collect martial arts, martial arts, and sharp weapons.
When Lin Yun arrived, there were already many disciples in the ancestral hall gathered here.
“Senior, the boy Lin Yun, now has the third level of martial arts, and came to apply to become an outer disciple.”
In front of the deacon of Zongwutang, Lin Yun took out the identity card and handed it to the other party for inspection, and said calmly.
The deacon is an old man in gray clothes, surnamed Yang, not amazing in appearance, but his cultivation level has reached the sixth level of martial arts.
In front of him, Lin Yun could feel a lot of pressure.
“Sword slave Lin Yun?”
The gray-clothed deacon raised his eyebrows lazily, glanced at Lin Yun, did not check his identity, and said with a smile, “I’ve heard of you, your sword-raising skills are also well-known in the sect.”
The old man’s voice was not too loud or too small, but it still attracted the attention of many people, showing curiosity.
“Sword slave Lin Yun!”
“This guy has actually broken through to the third level of martial arts. It’s amazing. My sword seems to have been taken care of by him.”
“What a great thing, Senior Sister Su didn’t know how many medicinal pills he had given him, and he barely broke through until today. He’s stupid enough!”
The originally quiet Zongwu Hall caused a commotion after the gray-clothed deacon named Lin Yun’s name.
The voice was harsh, Lin Yun was neither happy nor sad, and said softly: “Senior, you are very polite, can you be a disciple of the outer sect?”
“The ancestral teaching of the sect, anyone who has reached the third level of martial arts, regardless of their status, can become a disciple of the outer sect. Logically speaking, this is the case, but…you can’t!”