Chapter 17: An evil sword

As soon as Zhang Yifeng’s words came out, Zhao Long’s expression became a little more serious. The previous Zhang Yifeng, he knew clearly, he was certainly not as good as he is now, but I don’t know what happened. Now Zhang Yifeng looks light when he hits three people alone. Relax. But despite some belief, he still asked: "This set of boxing can really make me better?"
Zhang Yifeng nodded affirmatively: "As long as you are willing to practice hard, you won't even think of how powerful it is."
If Zhao Long really mastered this set of physical training methods, and completed it, he would be a master at the training period. This cultivation base Lingyue Continent is nothing, but it is definitely a legend on Earth.
"Well, as long as I have time I will practice, if it can really make me better, that would be great."
Zhao Long's eyes shot out a ray of light. Because of his weak stature, he was often bullied, but if he became strong, he didn't need to be afraid of anyone. He really doesn't want to be a coward who dares not speak!
Zhao Long didn't realize at this moment that it was just such a two-yuan notebook that had become the heirloom of the Zhao family-the "General Outline of Zhao Family Boxing." From now on, the Zhao family will become a family of martial arts, and it will be passed down from generation to generation, relying on this notebook that will not be picked up by anyone on the ground.
"Well, you look at it first, and then I teach you to make the first three poses."
"Three poses? Are you only practicing three poses today?"
"Not today, but three months or more in the future."
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"what?"
Zhao Long was a little dazed. The villains painted by Zhang Yifeng had no one hundred and eighty. They only practiced three postures in three months and mastered all the postures. Wouldn't it take several years?
Shaking his head, Zhao Long began to watch the first three poses carefully. After trying it for himself, he understood why Zhang Yifeng said that.
These three postures seem simple, but every detail can drive the muscles and meridians of the whole body. He can feel the pain of the muscles of the body pulling, as if it will tear off along with the meridians. This kind of feeling, most people simply cannot bear.
"Do you feel it hurts? That's because your movements are not standard, so you are so hurt. Now do as I said."
Zhang Yifeng's voice came and he began to personally teach Zhao Long to contact the first three postures.
As time passed, the sky gradually became dark, and for a whole afternoon, Zhao Long was finally able to make his first posture.
Zhao Long felt a weird feeling at this moment. With this gesture, his whole body's power seemed to be concentrated before the right fist. As long as he punched out, he could have incredible power.
However, he couldn't shake his fist at all. This simple movement seemed to take away the power of his whole body. He fell to the ground before his fist was out.
I don't know how many times he fell to the ground, but Zhao Long's character is still determined, and he will stand up when he falls.
"Okay, that's all for today's practice. If you continue to practice your body, there will be no benefit."
Zhang Yifeng's voice came and stopped Zhao Long from continuing to practice.
"Well, I got it."
Zhao Long was soaked with sweat, but he was not tired from shouting. Instead, his eyes became hotter and hotter. He now believes what Zhang Yifeng said. This set of boxing techniques will definitely make him more powerful! He felt his whole muscles being tempered.
"You take a rest and go back by yourself. I have something to go out."
It's getting dark, Zhang Yifeng should go to Treasure Garden. Now he is seriously short of money. When the words were over, Zhang Yifeng picked up a small box and a cloth flag wrapped on the head of the bed, and then left the bedroom.
Called a car, and after twenty minutes, Zhang Yifeng arrived at the Treasure Garden.
Treasure Garden is located in a remote basement in the city center. I know that the people here are either rich or expensive. Of course, there are some poor people with family heirlooms who want to try their luck here and sell their things for a good price.
Wearing a sports suit and wearing sunglasses, Zhang Yifeng paid 800 yuan for the entrance fee and entered the Treasure Garden directly.
There are not many rules in the Treasure Garden. Anyone can enter as long as they have paid for the entrance fee. If there are good things, they can also sell them. The park does not charge any fees. Because the ticket price of 800 yuan is not low anymore. There are hundreds of people who enter the Treasure Garden every day, plus the sale of some beverages, desserts and food, and the income of the small Treasure Garden is still not cheap.
Zhang Yifeng didn't immediately set up a stall to sell the talisman made by himself, but strolled around in the treasure garden.
"Ok?"
Suddenly, Zhang Yifeng stopped at a vendor selling antiques. His gaze was on an ancient bronze sword that looked long ago. The owner of the stall was a middle-aged man about forty years old, in a suit and leather shoes, black and slightly thin.
When someone asked about this sword, the middle-aged man immediately beamed his eyes: "This little brother, do you like this sword? This is a bronze war sword from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. I wouldn't sell it if it wasn't for my family's lack of money. , A price of 800,000 yuan. This price is already very low. The bronze swords of the Spring and Autumn Period can be auctioned for more than one million at least."
Zhang Yifeng glanced at the sword and frowned slightly. This sword contained a strange aura, as if there was something unknown in it.
Zhang Yifeng touched the sword and carefully studied the rune carvings on it over and over again. Zhang Yifeng determined that it was a ghost sword.
This discovery made Zhang Yifeng very surprised. The ghost sword appeared on the earth, indicating that many years ago, there were monks on the earth. The ghost sword was a matching sword created by the evil monks. After killing people, this sword can absorb people’s souls and grievances. The more people killed, the greater the grievances and evil thoughts. If the cultivator cannot suppress the evil thoughts of the sword, he will be backlashed by the sword and become a so-called murderous madman.
Ghost sword, that is, the sword of unknown.
Knowing what sword this is, Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "If I were you, I wouldn't have thought of selling this sword for a good price. If I threw away this sword earlier, it won't bring you any good. Luck, on the contrary, will ruin your family, and even bring you life-killing. This is an unknown sword."
Hearing this, the middle-aged face changed, but he gritted his teeth and said: "If you don't buy it, don't talk nonsense. Don't affect my business."
Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said: "Am I talking nonsense? You know better than me. I think you only got this sword recently. After you get this sword, what your situation is like? Think about yourself. Think. This sword, as long as you know a little bit of knowledge, you won’t buy it.
Zhang Yifeng didn't say much, turned around and left. He actually wanted this sword, but he didn't have the money to buy it, and he was sure he couldn't sell it in the middle age. Unless you meet a layman who doesn't understand archaeology.