Yi Jun continued. When he finished this new boxing for the third time, his moves had been condensed to 77 moves.

Moreover, while removing some of the original tricks, two new tricks were added to it. Obviously, this is constantly working out and looking for the most complete solution.

On the fourth time, there were more tricks, and I reached eighty moves again.

The fifth time, it decreases again, but the reduction is getting slower and slower.

Afterwards, Yi Jun didn't know how many times he polished this boxing technique. And the more he ended, he could not condense one move after another, and he was struggling step by step.

...

On the side, Master Yanqing was frightened. As a monk who kept martial arts classics for many years, his vision was too vicious. It can be seen that Yi Jun was improving and improving every time!

This terrible speed almost makes people feel furious. Sometimes, although it is just a compression move, or even a move, it is obviously an improvement. And based on almost all the essences of the essence, how difficult it is to improve a move is, Master Yanqing has the most experience. At least, he will have to think carefully about any of the seventy-two unique skills, right? After all, every move and every move is the great wisdom of the predecessors and sages, and it is impossible to modify it so easily.

However, Yi Jun is so changeable that he makes progress every move after almost every punch.

This is speedy.

Gradually, the sun shrank, and the red light shone on half of the sky. The warm red sun shone on Yi Jun, pulling his figure for a long time, and his whole body seemed to become more and more calm.

He was like a tiger under the setting sun, walking back and forth in his kingdom.

boom!

Finally, when Yi Jun finally made a vigorous punch, causing a huge fist sound out of thin air, everything was over!

Seventy-two moves! He just evolved seventy-two moves into seventy-two moves. Yi Jun did not deliberately pursue the perfection of numbers, but this number is so strange, a coincidence.

Standing with his hands down, Yi Jun closed his eyes and bathed in the last line of sunset, letting the mountain breeze blow by, standing like a rock.

On the side, Master Yanqing was stunned, and was still savoring the seventy-two moves that were integrated just now, which seemed like a natural set of boxing techniques. Even if it was placed in the martial arts holy land of Duolin Temple, it was definitely the best boxing technique. It is unimaginable that in today's era of hot weapons and ancient boxing was depressed, there was such a fortune.

Moreover, Master Yanqing vaguely felt that the more brilliant set of boxing skills is that it is not restricted by the basics of any sect. If a trainer's strength reaches a certain level, such as the master's level, then he can completely practice this set of boxing from scratch, which will inevitably allow the trainer to achieve a good breakthrough and exert great power!

Now, Master Yanqing has been completely convinced. He stared at Yi Jun blankly, thinking it would be a pity for this guy to be a monk. If he really devoted himself to martial arts in this Duolin Temple, he might have created some great atmosphere!

Moreover, Yi Jun's momentum seems to be changing now. It has not risen, but it has become very ethereal and unpredictable. Master Yanqing feels that some qualitative changes may occur in this guy!

But at this moment, Yi Jun suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were red, perhaps due to extreme overdrawing of his spirit. Then, his whole body trembled suddenly, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out with a "ah" sound!

Work hard!

At this time, Yi Jun's sturdy body could no longer stand and fell straight backwards.

"Ah?!" Master Yanqing was shocked and quickly stepped forward a few steps to hold the shaking Yi Jun. Yi Jun smiled in a daze and said dull and weakly: "The fist is done, but... the lamp is gone... hehe."

After saying this stupid sentence, Yi Jun closed his eyes in a daze.

Master Yanqing tested the nasal breath and pulse in shock, and found that Yi Jun's nasal breath was weak, but the pulse was even weaker!

It's over, it's really over! Master Yanqing was very anxious, but he didn't understand medical principles and did not dare to do anything rashly. Thinking that he was not far from his senior brother's Zen room, Master Yanqing picked up Yi Jun without saying a word and rushed towards the direction of the Zen room like a flying. Perhaps, Master Abbot can have some solutions!

Master Yanqing was anxious! Even if he put aside his friendship with Yi Jun these days, the momentum of Yi Jun's establishment of a sect was enough to convince this hot-tempered monk. Moreover, Yi Jun's set of boxing originated from Duolin and belonged to Duolin Temple. This is a set of boxing techniques that are enough to shine in later generations. Master Yanqing really doesn't want to see that this boxing technique has just been completed and is immediately lost!

He rushed all the way to the abbot's meditation room, too lazy to knock on the door and too lazy to call him. Master Yanqing rushed in so anxiously.

"Senior brother... Yi Jun..." Master Yanqing had just said half of the sentence, but stopped. Because the abbot saw Yi Jun in Master Yanqing's arms, he just waved his hand and said, "I understand, put him here and you can withdraw."

"I..." Master Yanqing was stunned and suddenly realized that the abbot's senior brother took the initiative to ask Yi Jun to go to the Sutra Library. Could it be that he had expected this day?

However, saving people is like putting out a fire! Although Master Yanqing does not understand medical principles, he at least understands meridian knowledge. Judging from Yi Jun's weak pulse, this is a sign of almost heart failure after the lamp is exhausted!

Unable to understand what the abbot's senior brother did, Master Yanqing just said: "Senior brother, Yi Jun's talented talent, has amazing boxing skills. If..."

"I understand, let's go back." Master Abbot said so, neither salty nor light, but just put his finger on Yi Jun's wrist.

Master Yanqing was also dizzy and could only retreat in a daze. The abbot's senior brother must have the final say in the affairs of all sizes and big things in the temple, and he has no right to argue with it.

When the door closed, the black shadow in the abbot's Zen room appeared again. The black shadow man also walked to Yi Jun's side, put his finger on Yi Jun's wrist, quietly realized it for a while, and shook his head: "The physique is OK, but the mind is a little lacking, which causes the lamp to be exhausted. I worked hard and said this."

As he said that, the black shadow man pressed Yi Jun's chest and lower abdomen one after another, and he didn't know what a sophisticated technique was. However, this was obviously just a temporary control of the situation and it was impossible to cure it, because the black shadow man's eyebrows were always condensed together and never let go.

The abbot looked aside and said, "No?"

The black shadow man shook his head: "Go and invite the old bull from Zhenren Wang, only he has this ability. I told him a few days ago that he is ready at any time."

Zhenren of the Taiyi Palace of Zhongnan, one of the five elders of the Elder Hall, is a scholarly god. He devoted himself to the development of ancient medicine and has been committed to medical research in recent years. He even vowed to compile a brilliant masterpiece comparable to "Material Herbal Medicine" and "Inner Canon" before his death. It is said that this old Taoist, the bull's nose, has almost accomplished his work.
Chapter completed!