The heavens: pushing across all realms

Feng Ji's consciousness was immersed in the attribute panel.

Name: Feng Ji

Physique: 9.7 (normal adult value is 1.0)

Strength: 9.4

Agility: 9.5

Spirit: 3.6

Kung Fu: Golden Bell Cover (perfection), Zhaojia Quan (perfection), Plum Blossom Fist (perfection), Tiger Claw Kung Fu (perfection), Panlong Single Saber (perfection), Bagua Quan (perfection), Five Tigers Broken Gate Knife (perfection) )

Attribute points: 0

Feng Ji mastered Duan Ermi's Bagua Quan, which included Bagua Sword Technique, Bagua Wandering Dragon Footwork, etc. However, Feng Ji made a discovery, that is, only various pile techniques can increase attributes.

In other words, in terms of boxing, only Zhuang Gong and other training methods can increase the value of various attributes.

However, the specific use of weapons, fists and kicks cannot increase attribute values.

Therefore, moves such as the Panlong Single Sword, the Five Tigers Breaking Door Knife, and the Bagua Knife cannot increase Feng Ji's attribute value.

Feng Ji can probably guess the reason.

Because boxing is also divided into training methods and fighting methods.

This practice nourishes the body and nourishes qi, blood and essence. Fighting hurts the body and consumes energy, blood and strength. The two complement each other.

Therefore, practicing can increase attribute points, but playing can't.

Kung fu with fists, feet, and weapons is naturally the standard fighting method.

The pile skills and breathing methods that can transport qi and blood are the training methods of a skill.

So don't look at the series of perfection-level exercises in Feng Ji's exercise column.

But in fact, among the newly learned skills, the only one that really increased his attribute values ​​was Bagua Quan.

Fortunately, Duan Ermi has a complete inheritance of Bagua Quan, otherwise Feng Ji would not be able to learn this set of Bagua Quan.

From the beginning to the perfection of Bagua Quan, Feng Ji added a lot of agility attribute points.

So much so that now Feng Ji's agility attribute has finally caught up with his strength attribute.

The only pity is that adding so many perfection-level techniques cost him a lot of attribute points.

During these seven days, I kept taking medicinal baths and taking supplements, and all my attribute points were used to add some skills.

Feng Ji has no regrets. Anyway, now he has obtained two medicinal bathing methods, one is the medicinal bathing method of Meihua Quan, and the other is the medicinal bathing method of Zhaojia Quan.

Yes, Zhao Jian also passed on the medicinal bath method of Zhaojia Quan to Feng Ji.

The only pity is that Zhao Jinhuan did not get the golden bell medicated bath method. Feng Ji regretted that he killed too quickly.

But thinking about it, with Zhao Jinhuan's temperament, he would rather die than tell him.

Now Feng Ji's attribute points can be increased by 2 points each time just by taking medicinal baths. He takes a bath in the morning and evening every day, which means an increase of 4 points.

Coupled with food supplements, he can accumulate 2 points throughout the day. In other words, he can now increase 6 attribute points every day.

Of course, as his various attributes continued to upgrade, Feng Ji found that the increase in attributes brought about by the improvement of his skill level was getting slower and slower.

In the past, a skill, from entry level to proficiency, could at least increase each attribute value by four to five points.

However, since approaching the 10-point level, Feng Ji discovered that even if the skill is added to perfection, it can only increase the value of each attribute by about 0.1 to 0.5 points.

Maybe this is because the body's energy and blood have been developed to the limit, or maybe it's because the limit of the skill is so high.

However, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still flesh. Feng Ji only has one idea, and that is to keep learning new skills until the skills are upgraded and cannot bring any increase in his attributes.

With the terrifying level of his current attribute value of nearly 10 points, Feng Ji dared to say that in this era, he should have no opponent in one-on-one situations.

After all, his physical fitness is ten times higher than that of ordinary people, and his body is already at the limit of human development.

The only thing that needs to be improved now is the realm of kung fu.

The state of kung fu mentioned here is not the state of a certain boxing technique, but the skill of applying qi and blood.

Specifically, it is the application of force.

The use of energy is divided into three levels: bright energy, dark energy, and transformed energy.

Feng Ji accidentally stepped into the realm of Ming Jin while fighting with bandits seven days ago.

From then on, the energy became a force, and the energy exploded, and the explosive power was extremely terrifying.

While Feng Ji was taking a medicinal bath, he was thinking about how to transform his energy and blood to increase his strength to a higher level.

"Strong qi and blood is my asset, but it doesn't mean that my application of qi and blood has reached its limit."

"Zhao Jinhuan has reached the level of mastery in practicing the Golden Bell Shield. Although it is not perfect, his defense is amazing and he is famous in the northern martial arts world."

"However, against Wen Biao, the master of hard monkey boxing, he was still able to break through the Golden Bell's defense."

Feng Ji recalled the battle between Wen Biao and Zhao Jinhuan. Zhao Jinhuan was superior to Wen Biao in both height and body shape.

It can be said that Zhao Jinhuan's physical fitness and various attributes are definitely superior to Wen Biao.

Wen Biao was obviously only a little over 1.6 meters tall, but when he took action, the explosive force was so powerful that not even Zhao Jinhuan's golden bell could stop him.

It can be seen from this that Wen Biao must have mastered the method of using force, which is Ming Jin.

But Feng Ji estimated that Wen Biao's level was even higher, not just Ming Jin, but also An Jin.

Otherwise, Zhao Jinhuan's golden bell cannot be broken so easily.

Thinking of Wen Biao's Ming Jin explosive power, Feng Ji couldn't help but think of his own Ming Jin explosive power.

At the same level of Ming Jin, Wen Biao's Ming Jin burst out and could break Zhao Jinhuan's golden bell defense.

But when he first entered Ming Jin, he could smash a person's head with one punch and break through Zhao Jinhuan's defense in an instant.

This illustrates a problem: the state of Ming Jin and physical fitness are two different things.

Any boxer can understand Ming Jin and master the skills of using Qi and blood to form a single force.

However, everyone's physical fitness is different, and the depth of qi and blood is also different, so the power that breaks out is also different for the same Ming Jin state.

In other words, Ming Jin's explosive power has no fixed value range. It is just a technique of exploding energy and blood.

The specific explosive power depends on physical fitness and the depth of Qi and blood.

With Feng Ji's energy and blood now ten times that of ordinary people, once he exerts his Ming Dynasty, the energy and blood will explode, and he will probably have tens of thousands of kilograms of strength.

Feng Ji gradually understood the reason.

The relationship between Qi, blood and Ming Jin sounds complicated, but in fact it is not.

It's like the same two people, mastering the same fighting skills.

But because of the difference in height and body shape, tall people are naturally stronger than thin and short people.

Qi and blood correspond to body size differences, while Ming Jin corresponds to fighting skills.

Feng Ji suddenly thought of a boxing proverb: Boxing is afraid of young people.

The reason for this is probably because the young man's vitality and blood are much stronger than that of the old man.

Even if the old man is experienced in boxing, it is difficult to prevent the decline of Qi and blood.

Feng Ji's eyes showed a look of understanding, and suddenly a delicate jade hand came up from behind and touched him, interrupting Feng Ji's thoughts.

"Ms. sir, it's time to change the dressing."

Zhang Shurong's cheeks were slightly red and she whispered.

Her voice was like a mosquito's, and she was too shy to look at the strong muscles on Feng Ji's back.

Feng Ji turned around and saw her head tilted to one side, with a shy blush on her flawless white face. He couldn't help but smile softly: "Change it."

Zhang Shurong said "hmm", poured the prepared medicine into the bathtub, and gently stirred it with her jade hands to promote the melting of the medicine.

Feng Ji looked at her beautiful figure and couldn't help but feel his blood flow faster.

He forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart and started to use Zhuang Gong again to absorb the effects of the medicine.

Zhang Shurong showed hesitation on her face while helping him add water.

Although Feng Ji did not open his eyes, he felt her emotions and asked, "Is there anything you want to say?"

Zhang Shurong was startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Sir, there is indeed something, I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

"What's up?"

"My brother sent a letter saying that my father will be buried tomorrow and wants me... to go back with you."

Feng Ji showed no expression, still closing his eyes to feel the changes in the blood and energy in his body, and said: "Then just go, what's there to worry about?"

Zhang Shurong was stunned and couldn't help but said: "Ms. sir, you don't mind?"

"What do you mind?"

"Others say that my brother has defected to the Japanese. If you show up in the Zhang family at this time, I'm afraid it will attract criticism..." Zhang Shurong said worriedly.

Feng Ji smiled, opened his eyes, and looked at Zhang Shurong: "Then do you want me to go?"

Zhang Shurong became embarrassed, and after a moment she said firmly: "Otherwise, you shouldn't go. My husband, you killed the bandits and are now famous. How can you lose your reputation because of this?"

Feng Ji was surprised, glanced at Zhang Shurong, and said, "That's your father. He's going to be buried, but you won't go? Aren't you afraid of being scolded for being unfilial?"

Zhang Shurong's eyes turned red, she bit her lip, and choked up: "My father said that you should follow your husband as you marry. I married you because I want to think about you everywhere. I am not only the daughter of the Zhang family, but also the daughter-in-law of the Feng family. My husband, your wife, how can I affect your future because of my selfishness?"

"Besides, when my father was alive, he didn't like to deal with the Japanese. He scolded my brother many times and ordered him not to interact with the Japanese. My brother refused to listen. Now he has pushed the entire Zhang family into a pit of fire."

"I wrote seven or eight letters to persuade him, but he never replied to me. How could he treat me as a daughter of the Zhang family?"

"If I don't go, I won't go. Without daddy, I still have you, my husband."

When Feng Ji heard this, he couldn't help but smile, and he hugged his beloved wife with his big hands.

"Ah——Ms.-in-law..."

Zhang Shurong was lifted up by him and put into the bathtub.

The hot water from the bathtub wetted her thin shirt, and her beautiful figure was looming.

As the saying goes, small branches bear fruit, which quenches thirst and quenches fire.

Feng Ji hugged her from behind and smiled in her ear: "Since you can think about me, how can I not think about you?"

"Your father is your father, and your brother is your brother. Since I married you, I should send your father on his last journey."

Zhang Shurong's pretty face turned red, she covered her mouth hurriedly, and glanced outside the door in panic.

"Ms....Ms. Gong, Lian'er and the others...are still outside..."

"Wouldn't that be better?"