Chapter 10 Fist Practice

Even, it can break through the shackles of the level of the exercise itself, and exert a lethal force that crosses the level.

In the past two years, Lin Yun’s Tiger Fist has been lingering in Xiaocheng Realm.

The power of Tiger Fist can only be used by 30%. It was a fluke to defeat Zhou Ping before.

The main reason is that the opponent underestimates the enemy, and Lin Yun, who has always come to Zhou Ping casually, can torture Lin Yun in a panic.

He never expected that Lin Yun would be promoted to the third level of martial arts, and he suffered a big loss when he was impatient.

Joining the outer door, there will be many new challenges.

It would be better to stabilize the realm first, and practice this fierce tiger boxing to the fullest, and then it’s not too late to go.

Lin Yun was quite cautious in his previous life.

Make decisions, rarely rash.

Coming to this world where the weak and the strong eat the strong, no more carelessness is tolerated. Because one is not careful, this life may be ruined.

Lin Yun is not hesitating anymore.

Forcibly enduring the fear in his heart, Lin Yun opened the Tiger Scroll once again.

call!

As if the wind was blowing through both ears, the pressure on the face came in an instant.

Lin Yun tried to stay calm, carefully observed the charm of the tiger, and hurriedly moved closer to the picture after two seconds.

Close your eyes and let the charm of the tiger in the painting echo in your mind.

When he opened his eyes, Lin Yun flashed his fierce tiger fist in the small wooden house.

Suddenly, punches are like wind and flowing. The charm that reverberated in his mind was digested by him a little while stretching his fists and feet.

When the set of punches was over, Lin Yun was heartily and happy.

There are many thoughts in my heart, inextricably linked, full of all the details about Tiger Fist.

The experience that I had never had before appeared in Lin Yun’s body, the mystery is boundless, indescribable.

Sure enough, Mr. Hong did not deceive me!

The corner of Lin Yun’s mouth was full of joy, and he unfolded the picture again.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds!

This time, Lin Yun’s time to observe the picture scroll doubled, reaching four seconds.

The tiger in the painting even has a vague embryonic form, imprinted in his heart.

In the small and simple wooden house, the teenager seemed to have opened the door to a new world, rehearsing over and over again the rubbish exercises that were not worth mentioning in the eyes of others.

Sweating like rain, exhausted, but still persevering.

Even if the scroll was unfolded every time, it would shiver with fright, leaving a terrible shadow.

Still gritted his teeth, plucked up the courage, and bravely unfolded the picture again and again.

Tiger down the mountain!

After repeating this ten times, Lin Yun shouted that the second attack of Tiger Fist was unobstructed by him.

In an instant, he turned into a tiger, leaped on the ground, half a foot, almost touching the roof.

When it fell, the bones in the body burst, like howling, the sound was ear-splitting.

Bang bang bang!

The overflowing strong wind blows the furnishings in the wooden house into a mess.

Tigers roar in the mountains and forests, the tigers descend, and the beasts come.

It is the three-stroke killing technique of Tiger Fist. The first twelve strokes can only strengthen the body and exercise vitality and blood.

Now the two ultimate moves have been completed, only the last move is for the beasts to come.

Lin Yun’s eyes flickered, and this picture scroll is worthy of a treasure. In just half a day, it is worth the painstaking practice in the first half of the year.

“With this thing, my fist is great, just around the corner.”