Reverse the World with Martial Arts from a Crap to a Master

Chapter 83 self-made meridians

In other words, there are certain rules.

Generally speaking, the formation of a certain rule, coupled with the replenishing, is the beginning of a new martial arts.

Chu Nan ignored this point, only knowing that he seemed to have found a set of swordsmanship suitable for him, which was even more handy than the eighteen forms of heaven, although there were only two moves coming and going.

Chu Nan was so immersed in this sword technique that he forgot about the pain caused by gang feng. Gang feng blew in from all directions at a very fast speed. Chu Nan was forced to resist at the beginning, but then took the initiative to fight back. Under the threat of life, the speed of sword dancing was getting faster and faster...

On this day, Chu Nan's eyes shone brightly and he stood back with his sword, letting the wind cut him. He said, "The martial arts in the world can only be broken quickly! Yes, gang feng is very fast. As long as I am faster than gang feng, then gang feng's attack will not work on me."

As soon as he thought of this, according to the set of swordsmanship that he had found out, the heavy sword, which could cause harm to Chu Nan, gradually became less and less.

Day after day, dozens of days passed. Chu Nan's swordplay became more and more familiar, and his speed became faster and faster. Gang feng was only howling beside Chu Nan, but he could not get close to Chu Nan.

The march period was about to expire. On this day, Chu Nan withdrew his sword and stood up with it. He read, "Since this set of sword techniques was created in the chaotic gangfeng, then it is known as the Wild Wind Blows. There are only two types of Wild Wind Blows now, one type of defense, no leakage; the second type of attack, hundreds of times in an instant, will break up gangfeng!"

"Wild Wind Blows first style!" Chu Nan shouted and reflexively activated the unearthed replenishing. A dark yellow halo blocked all of gang feng's attacks from the halo in an instant, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Wild Wind Blows second style!"

There was another loud shout, and jin yuanli was aroused. The golden light shone on the heavy sword. In an instant, Chu Nan shot 108 swords, leaving only fragments of golden light. The turbulent wind scattered in the air.

If gang feng had life and spirit, he would definitely hate Chu Nan to the bone. He had just let him bully him. Two months later, how did he become so powerful? Not only could he bully him, but he bullied him instead.

However, Chu Nan was not satisfied. "I can only shoot 108 swords now. If one day I can shoot tens of thousands of swords in an instant, maybe I can go to heaven and fight Xuan Wuqi!"

Chu Nan stood there and stopped fighting with gangfeng. He closed his eyes to experience the pain brought by gangfeng and recalled the past two months.

Outside the gangfeng cave, Zi Menger had already left Wind Tunnel and was about to call Chu Nan back. "Grandpa han, can you call a fool out? He's on the second floor. It's already been three months."

"Little menger, your friend is not on the second floor."

"Then where is he? Did he leave? Dead fool, you didn't wait for me to see how I dealt with him!" Zi Menger said angrily and added, "No, it's impossible for a fool not to wait for me."

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "He's on the fourth floor."

"What? Fourth floor? Is he looking for death? How did you get to the fourth floor?" Zi Menger became even angrier. The white-haired old man thought about what he had seen these days and added, "He's really looking for death..."

"Grandpa han, go and get the idiot out. If something happens to him, third grandpa..."

"Little menger, don't worry, he's fine!"

"Is everything okay?" Zi Menger was stunned. "The fool is on the fourth floor. Is everything okay?"

"Not only is it all right, it's also very rewarding. Little dream, your friend is not a fool, but a genius, a rare genius in a hundred years, who can actually create his own..."

"A fool is a genius? No matter how talented he is, he's still my fool." Zi Menger said, his tone full of pride. "But, if there's nothing wrong, call a fool out. The competition is about to start. He has to prepare."

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "He's here. That's the best preparation. Little dream, you should go back first. When I call him, I won't miss the match."

"Forget it. I'm here with the idiot."

"Your father sent someone to pick you up."

"I'm not going back."

"Your great-grandfather is back."

"Great-grandfather is back?" Zi Menger's face was full of surprises. "Hmph, I'll go to my great-grandfather to redress the grievance. Grandpa han, remember to call him a fool!"

"Go ahead. I'm old, but I still have a good memory."

Zi Menger left Wind Tunnel happily. The white-haired old man said, "Wild Wind Blows, gold and earth properties, strong physical body, and that heavy sword. Very interesting."

On the fourth floor of Wind Tunnel, Chu Nan, who had created new martial arts, frowned more and more. He took one step forward, another step, another step, three steps in a row. Chu Nancai stopped, his eyes were bright and he said, "Tianwu Continent, whether it's Martial Sutra or martial arts, has five attributes: golden wood, water, fire and earth. But what attribute is this gang feng? Is it gold? Is it wood? Water? Fire? Earth? Or is it the same?"

If gangfeng doesn't belong to the Five Elements, how does it exist in this world and in what form? "Chu Nan pondered bitterly." There is wind when you punch, wind when you chop a sword, and wind when the waterfall flies down. There is also wind in the book. It says that the wind rolls the sand, the wind helps the fire, the wind blows the rain, the wind blades and the frost swords..."

"Since the wind does not belong to the Five Elements, but it exists, there is a reason for its existence. It exists in other forms that I do not know about! Wind, what is wind?" Chu Nan's eyes were straight as he looked at the wind in the cave, making marks and carrying the wind. The marks became deeper and deeper. Another important question came to Chu Nan's mind." Stone." Creating meridians in a body without meridians?"

Gang feng was invisible, but in Chu Nan's eyes, it seemed to be a tangible existence.

Chu Nan watched as gang feng gradually deepened the imprint, and his mind was still thinking, "In the past, replenishing could be stimulated, not by the abundant of the replenishing, but by finding a gap in their own life and death, or by the time they were especially excited in their hearts, or by the sudden realization, they could be easily stimulated; when times were not right, if I could create a dedicated channel for strength, Then you don't have to worry about it anymore."

Looking and thinking, Chu Nan could not help but guide the replenishing in his body, looking for the track that was triggered by the former replenishing. This search, for a full seven to forty-nine days, Chu Nan finally found the gap in his body that was triggered by the chan.

Suddenly, Chu Nan was overjoyed. He gathered all the replenishing and rushed to the gap, trying to break it into a gap, a passage. However, the reality was not as good as he thought. Chu Nan did his best to hit the gap, only to expand it a little bit.

After the strike, the replenishing that Chu Nan had amassed these days were swept away.

But this thread, however, gave Chu Nan a path of sunshine. "Three feet of ice, not a day of cold; the deep marks on the wall of this cave can not be caused by the wind in a day; persevere, there will always be a day when the passage will be formed, and by then there will be no longer any trouble for the force to stimulate it. Master, I have found a way to stimulate the replenishing. Master, do you hear me?"

Chu Nan, who had gained this insight, thought more widely. "Since I can create my own passage, which is equivalent to their meridians, then I can have meridians that are different from others, and every part of my body can store replenishing. The container that others store the replenishing is a stream, but mine is the sea. How can a stream be wide enough to cross the sea no matter how big or wide it is? It's just that the sea isn't mature yet, it's just a prototype..."