In the dim tent, Pan Long opened his eyes, his eyes full of fatigue and anxiety.

(Practicing alone in the world of nothingness, the loneliness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow is even more difficult than I imagined!)

He gasped for a few breaths. The air filled with sweat and smoke in the tent made him feel very friendly at this moment, and the snoring sounds made him feel inexplicably at ease.

(No wonder when I asked before, "Why don't you practice in the world of nothingness until you are invincible, and then go out to explore the world?", my dad and grandpa both looked like fools... Now I understand!)

(If I can really bear it and practice in that world with nothing for ten or eight years, I'm afraid that this resilience alone will be invincible in the world...)

Thinking of his own taking for granted, he couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

After laughing, he tiptoed out of the tent.

It’s not sleepy at all now. Instead of sleeping, it’s better to practice and see how much laughed you have ever had during the hard practice in the world of nothingness.

He found a slightly spacious open space in the camp, and he set off and practiced a set of eighteen-way long and short shelves according to the Pan Family Iron Palm drill method.

Compared with the world of nothingness, there seems to be no difference.

But the light and dark fires, noisy sounds, and patrolmen coming and going... these originally ordinary things brought him an indescribable sense of peace of mind, making his spirit gradually calm, like a pool of lakes, gradually calming down until it was as clear as a mirror, without any ripples.

Before he knew it, he had already lost himself completely and was completely focused on the drill.

In the darkness, a passerby looked here by chance and was stunned.

"Strange!" he whispered, "This man is young, how can he be so skillful and sophisticated in boxing?"

The Pan Family Iron Palm moves are not mysterious and strange. Each move is quite simple, and it is almost straightforward. But how do you use your power according to the direction of the enemy and us when taking action? How do you deal with the enemy when using various moves? In response to these problems, each move can derive a lot of subtle changes.

According to some storytellers in the world, this is called "one move, nine styles, and one style has seven or eight changes, and the end is endless changes"...

Of course, in the eyes of that master, these changes are ordinary and there is nothing particularly exquisite at all. This is the case with external kung fu. People with a certain level of martial arts can often understand the key points by just a glance. Afterwards, they can always imitate very much, and even innovate, which is even more clever than the original master of this kung fu.

The real secret of martial arts lies in how to exercise oneself and how to gain enough strength.

When the elders of the Pan family teach their younger generations, they often emphasize that "the fighting method is empty, the practicing method is real, and the cultivation method is treasure." It is much easier for a person to practice his skills if he has a deep enough cultivation; if his skills are sharp enough, the fighting method is not necessarily very important.

Of course, it is natural to say that the same cultivation depends on the skills and the same skill depends on the tricks.

The reason why the master was surprised was that when he saw Pan Long practicing martial arts, his every move was very delicate, just like an enemy in front of him was fighting with him, his hands and feet were constantly changing frequently, and the attack and defense were very fierce.

What surprised him even more was that if he put himself in his shoes and was the "enemy". Unless he bullied people with his profound skills with his skills than Pan Long's level, he would not be able to gain any advantage in this young man by relying on tricks alone.

With sophisticated skills, I don’t really look like a young man!

A moment later, another expert passed by and saw him stopping and watching, and came over curiously.

Seeing this, the master was also stunned.

"Good Kung Fu!" After reading a few moves, he whispered, "When I was as big as him, I was afraid I couldn't even catch him with three punches or two kicks."

"So too." The master nodded and responded, "Before, at the foot of Guimen Mountain, King Jiushan looked at him with a different look. I thought it was just because they came by chance. Now, I realized that King Jiushan was indeed as good as a magical eye, and he had already seen his extraordinaryness at that time."

"It's better to make friends with him before he becomes famous. Now there is some love, and perhaps our descendants will benefit in the future."

"Good idea! Go and find him tomorrow!"

The next morning, the two masters came to Pan Long. Wang Biao, the "Crossing Tiger" gave him a short knife that blows hair and cuts his hair, and Duan Kai, the "Golden Ou" gave him a bottle of Yuelu that can cure internal injuries and increase true qi.

Pan Long was very puzzled, not understanding why they wanted to give him such a generous gift?

That knife is fine, it is nothing more than a hundred refined steel. It is only a bit of skill in the blade, but the bottle of Yuelu is not an ordinary pill, and it is of great use to all warriors under the nature - and the master who gave Yuelu to him has not yet entered the nature.

Seeing him with a confused look on his face, the two masters smiled at each other and told each other about what happened last night.

Only then did Pan Long realize that he was in good condition when he was practicing martial arts last night, but he was actually pleased by two masters.

He was slightly stunned, and he was a little confused.

(When I was practicing martial arts yesterday, I felt that there was no difference from usual. Why do they look at it so high? I usually practice martial arts at home, but my father's evaluation is not very high!)

He did not suspect that his father was deliberately suppressing himself - although his father Pan Lei was not spoiled to the point of "my son is good at everything", he also belonged to the type of father who "children are good at home". If he performed well, his father would never be stingy to praise him, and it would be impossible to deliberately say that he had not had enough skills.

Could it be that my kung fu really improved all of a sudden?

He felt it was unlikely.

I have lived for sixteen years and have never discovered any genius. I want to make great progress in just over ten days, but it is not right to think about it.

So... Could it be the credit for the hard work in the world of nothingness?

He politely chatted with the two masters, and agreed to wait for five or six years before they retired to the countryside and visit their homes, and they left with satisfaction.

As soon as they left, Han Feng said happily: "Brother Long, you are so proud! Both of these theories are more capable than my father. They are so polite to you. They are also looking for you to make friends with you now because they are optimistic that you will achieve great success in the future... It's just like what the storyteller said!"

Pan Long smiled and said, "As long as you practice hard, you will achieve something in the future. Why envy me?"

"That's different! Are you my eldest brother?" Han Feng said with a smile, "Brother has face, so of course I also have face. And I know my talent. No matter how I practice, I will be like my father at most in my life. Brother Long, you are different. You will definitely become a congenital master in the future. Maybe you can really become the leader of the next generation of the Northwest Green Forest as King Jiushan said..."

Pan Long choked and asked, "Why do you think I want to be the leader of the Green Forest?"

"Because it's very majestic!" Han Feng replied naturally.

Pan Long sighed, not knowing how to refute.

When he thought about it, what Han Feng said seemed to be reasonable - if he really achieves great success in the future, it would be natural to be the leader of the Green Forest.

After all... I want to dismantle the Jiuzhou Formation and become the number one traitor in the Daxia Dynasty. If this great mission can be achieved, even if I don’t brag about it, the heroes of the Green Forest will most likely regard themselves as their idols.

...Isn't that the leader of the Green Forest in Quanjiuzhou!

Thinking of this, he felt relieved, or it was not enough to be relieved.

After all, what Han Feng said is really a little bit of truth...

After this episode, Pan Long suddenly became interested in practicing the world of Nothing. The next night, he tried to enter the world of Nothing.

This time, after only practicing one round of boxing in it, he couldn't help but run out.

The feeling of nothing but myself is so terrible!

(I really didn't expect it to be so terrible!)

(It was obviously not so scary last night...)

He rested for a moment, was unwilling to give up, and entered it again.

This time it was even worse, and he couldn't even calm down and practice.

There was nothing in that world, but he felt extremely deep pressure, as if countless pairs of malicious eyes were looking at him. As long as he was careless, countless vicious monsters would rush up from all directions and tore him apart completely, and even a slightly larger piece of wreckage would not be left.

He knew that this was just his own illusion, and it was a panic caused by loneliness for too long.

When I read articles online in my previous life, someone mentioned that long-term loneliness can make people feel strongly afraid. This is how my situation should be.

There is no way to treat this situation. At least as far as he knows, he can only live in the crowd and thus be relieved.

(It seems that it is better to accumulate enough spiritual energy, open up the illusory world, and then go to the illusory world to practice and experience, which is the most reliable!)

Pan Long sighed secretly and returned to reality.

He slept soundly as he listened to the snoring inside the tent.

They followed the caravan to the night of the morning and headed all the way to the southeast. After almost half a month, when snow began to fall in the central and northern parts of Yongzhou, they finally arrived in Lantian City.

This city is the dividing line between the northern and central parts of Yongzhou, and is known for its production of beautiful jade. Many years ago, there was a sect of immortal cultivators here, named Lantian Mountain.

Now, the immortals in Lantian Mountain have long been missing, and even the treasure mountain that is said to be completely made of top-grade white jade has disappeared. But Lantian City is still there, the jade mine is still there, and the legends of the past are still there.

Han Feng took Pan Long to visit famous places and historical sites with great energy. This time he even prepared a book to write down his sighs, saying that when he was about to end his journey in the world, he would write a book called "Han Feng Travel Notes" and publish it in Dingfeng Town.

This time, they have enough time to play around. Because they are free from here.
Chapter completed!