"Hahaha …"
Old Cang laughed complacently.
He had repeatedly suffered under Gao Zhengyang's hands, so he had developed some respect for this young man. Gao Zhengyang's surprised expression made Old Man Cang feel proud and elated.
"The crane race has always produced beauties. Back then, He Wushuang was hailed as the number one beauty in the world. It was just that the Crane Race had a small population and was extremely rare. Being able to see the beauties of the Crane Tribe in the Black Dragon Ridge is the proudest thing in my life … "
When talking about the Crane Tribe's beauties, Old Cang was beaming with joy.
After listening to Old Cang for a long time, Gao Zhengyang still found it hard to imagine what the Crane Tribe with white wings looked like.
"The crane race is elegant, the swallow race is delicate, the fox race is enchanting, and the cat race is cute. These four barbarian races are recognized as the races that produce beauties."
Old Cang shook his head and told the stories of the barbarian beauties. "The other barbarian tribes also have beauties, such as the Rabbit people. The White Rabbit Beauties are the most famous prostitutes in this world. They travel everywhere and sell their bodies as a profession …"
Old Cang's face was full of disappointment and regret as he said, "Unfortunately, I've been trapped in this remote mountain for my entire life and have never seen the world!"
Gao Zhengyang wasn't interested in the beauties of the various races, but the rich information in Old Cang's words made him a little dizzy.
This world was much more complicated than he had imagined.
"If there's a chance, I'll bring you there. Maybe you'll meet the beauties of the Crane Tribe."
Gao Zhengyang rejected immediately, "Not interested."
In the darkness, Old Cang rolled his eyes and said, "There are not only barbarian beauties in the mountains of the Wasteland, but there are also all kinds of spirit herbs and divine fruits. If you're lucky enough to eat one, you'll immediately gain great power. "
"Haha." Gao Zhengyang laughed. "If it's that easy, why don't you go look for it?"
Old Cang was at a loss for words. He thought for a moment and said, "That thing is hard to find. Hunting demonic beasts was more practical. The flesh and blood of demonic beasts were great nourishment. Even the lowest grade Iron Thorn Boar is a hundred times stronger than domestic pigs. "
Gao Zhengyang's interest was piqued. He also vaguely remembered that the flesh of demonic beasts was a great tonic. This was exactly what he needed.
"Actually, eating flesh and blood isn't a big deal. The biggest benefit is that when you kill a Demonic Beast, you can absorb a portion of the Demonic Beast's strength. Therefore, the strong will become stronger! "
Old Cang sighed. "It's a pity that the Wolf people are blocking the way into the mountains. It's been a long time since the tribe has gone hunting in the mountains."
"What kind of demonic beasts are in the mountains?" Gao Zhengyang asked.
"That's a lot. Iron Fur Boar, Grey-backed Grey Wolf, Fire-eyed Monkey …"
Old Man Cang could be considered to have seen a lot of things, so he was very familiar with the demonic beasts. He was old after all. As he spoke, he began to snore.
Gao Zhengyang, on the other hand, couldn't fall asleep. His eyes were wide open as he calculated his next step. Hunting demon beasts in the mountains seemed to be a good way to get through the second stage of titanium alloy fusion.
Old Man Cang wanted to learn Tai Chi, and his attitude towards Gao Zhengyang became better and better.
After three days, Old Man Cang and Gao Zhengyang had become good friends. Of course, he had also learned Taiji Fist from the beginning to the end.
However, Old Man Cang still couldn't understand the essence of Taiji Fist.
This wasn't because Gao Zhengyang was hiding something. It was mainly because Old Man Cang was too old and illiterate. His understanding of the world was very simple.
His spirit couldn't understand the concept of Taiji Fist, and his body couldn't experience the subtle force of Taiji Fist.
On the fourth morning after arriving at Old Man Cang's house, Gao Zhengyang ate breakfast and continued practicing Taiji Fist.
After practicing Taiji Fist for more than 20 years, it had already been deeply engraved in his soul.
Even if he had changed his body to a younger one, Gao Zhengyang quickly found the feeling. The feeling that was deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.
For the next four days, Gao Zhengyang had eaten at least 50 kilograms of meat due to his extreme training.
This wasn't enough to change his body shape, but his skin had already gained a bit more luster. Inside his body, there was an earth-shattering change.
The external soul and body had already merged like milk and water, and there were no more problems.
The coordination of his body and soul also allowed Gao Zhengyang to gradually find the feeling.
Once again facing the morning sun, Gao Zhengyang only felt that his mind was empty and full, reaching a very magical state.
Grasping the Sparrow's Tail, Lazy Clothes, Single Whip, each move and each style, the strength of both hardness and softness, seeped from the muscles to the bones and organs, and finally integrated with the spirit.
Reading through thousands of books, his pen was like a god. It was the same for practicing Taiji Fist.
The current Gao Zhengyang naturally let go of all distracting thoughts. His heart was like a clear mirror, seeing through all the subtle changes.
After being ambushed and killed, he traveled through time and came to this world. From a peak powerhouse, he became a bitter young man with dementia.
It would be a lie to say that Gao Zhengyang didn't have any thoughts about it.
But facing the ups and downs of fate, Gao Zhengyang faced it calmly with the mentality of a brave man.
All the changes, to him, were just training. Only after going through all kinds of training, could life shine brilliantly.
Gao Zhengyang was born with a persevering personality, and his experience had tempered his strong will.
After a few days of recuperation, the spirit of the fist finally erupted.
Reflected in the fist technique, it was as hard as thunder, as hard as a mountain, as heavy as the earth, and as grand as the sky.
Among the familiar moves, Gao Zhengyang gradually found the feeling of his previous life. When he struck out with his own will and momentum, there was a god in the fist technique.
Old Man Cang originally followed along slowly, but as Gao Zhengyang's fist intent changed, he felt the god within.
Old Man Cang stared blankly, his wrinkled face alternating between joy, excitement, and sorrow. His expression kept changing.
This fist technique was the fist of a brave man, daring to fight against everything. Nothing could suppress him, nothing could stop him, including the most powerful fate.
Gao Zhengyang didn't explain the essence of the fist technique, but Old Man Cang understood. He understood his fist intent, his lofty aspirations, his unyielding bravery, his domineering aura, and the god within his fist technique.
This didn't mean that he had learned it. It was a kind of enlightenment.
Just like the woodcutter Zhong Zi Qi listening to Bo Ya play the zither. He didn't need any explanation to understand the feelings and meaning of the zither.
But this didn't mean that Zhong Zi Qi knew how to play the zither. Understanding was one thing, and doing was another.
Moreover, Old Man Cang didn't have the spirituality of Zhong Zi Qi. He could understand the god within Gao Zhengyang's fist because Gao Zhengyang's interpretation was too brilliant.
Gao Zhengyang felt that his fist technique was still a bit raw, after all, his body was too young, and he couldn't use his strength in detail.
But in terms of the level of the fist intent, it was a step higher than the peak of his previous life.
Traveling through time and space, transforming into another person, this kind of extraordinary life experience was also an incomparably precious experience.
Only those who had experienced it personally would understand that kind of feeling. Only then would there be all sorts of feelings, and only then would there be the lofty aspiration to defy the heavens.
This did not come out of nowhere, and there was no way for it to come out of nowhere.
It was like a person saying that climbing Mount Everest was nothing. This kind of words, could only be said while standing at the peak of Mount Everest, would be meaningful.
Otherwise, these words were just empty words. Not worth a mention.
The twists and miraculous changes of fate, like a furnace, Gao Zhengyang didn't get melted by the furnace, but instead refined his body's impurities, tempering himself into well-tempered steel.
Gao Zhengyang also knew, that he could produce such a strong fist intent, not only because of his experience, but also because his mental strength was much stronger than before.
In the depths of his eyebrows, there seemed to be some kind of solid power that was constantly expanding, causing his eyebrows to swell.
It was as if something, was going to drill out from inside.
At the moment, it was hard to explain the reason for this change, he guessed that it might be a mutation brought about by traveling through time and space.
Even the soul could be reincarnated, so the mutation of mental strength was nothing strange.
After a set of fist techniques, Gao Zhengyang put on the stance of the Limitless Pillar.
He stood there without moving, but his muscles, tendons, and bones were all moving. The subtle vibrations of his bones and flesh, like sifting sand, continuously refined the force, entering his flesh, bones, and blood.
No matter how brilliant Gao Zhengyang's fist intent was, he still needed his body to display it. Through the Limitless Pillar, he continuously strengthened his body, and strengthened his control over his body.
On the other hand, through such high-intensity training, he could speed up the fusion of titanium alloy and bones.
Extreme training would damage the body to a certain extent.
In comparison, the tearing pain from the body's nerve feedback was nothing.
Now, he needed to complete the first stage of fusion as soon as possible, and master the power to protect himself.
Some of the injuries on his body could be temporarily ignored.
As for the second stage of fusion, which was the most dangerous, Gao Zhengyang would do his best to delay it.
When Gao Zhengyang opened his eyes again, he found that his shadow was slightly slanted, and it was already past noon.
Old Man Cang, who was waiting at the side, hurriedly came over and said, "Let's eat, I'm ready."
Old Man Cang's tone and attitude were a little less slippery, and a little more respectful.
This made Gao Zhengyang a little surprised. He did not know what the old man was doing.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Gao Zhengyang rested for a while, then continued to practice.
This time, Old Man Cang did not practice. He quietly watched from the side, his gaze fluctuating, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Gao Zhengyang practiced until nightfall, and after eating, he practiced for another hour before returning to his room to rest.
Old Man Cang, who had long been lying down, sat up when he heard the noise, and greeted Gao Zhengyang, "Zhengyang, are you going to sleep?"
The old man suddenly called him so affectionately that Gao Zhengyang almost had goosebumps.
"If you have something to say, just say it," Gao Zhengyang said bluntly.
Old Man Cang smiled apologetically, "It's nothing, it's nothing. It's just that watching you practice today reminded me of your father. When he was your age, he was far inferior to you. "
Gao Zhengyang was silent. He was no longer the original Gao Zhengyang, and he did not care about his father.
Moreover, Old Man Cang was only saying this to get close to him. There was no need for him to respond.
Old Man Cang opened up a topic and began to talk.
"I'm not trying to flatter you, but Zhengyang, your punching technique today was superb. With your talent, you will condense a Martial Soul sooner or later and become a peerless powerhouse. "
"Martial Soul?"
Gao Zhengyang's interest was piqued. He had wanted to ask Old Man Cang about martial arts, but he had not found the right opportunity.
"You don't know?" Old Man Cang looked at Gao Zhengyang with some doubt, then turned around and slapped his thigh, "Oh right, you must have forgotten."
Gao Zhengyang had been suffering from dementia for a few years, so it was normal that he did not remember.
Old Man Cang found an excuse for Gao Zhengyang, so he did not dwell on it.
He continued, "Martial artists condense Primordial Qi, temper their bodies, and open their spiritual orifices. Once they open their first spiritual orifice and condense their Martial Soul, they can be considered a true martial artist. However, only when they have the Psychic Six Senses and condense a Martial Soul can they be considered a true martial artist. Furthermore, when the Martial Soul transforms into a Martial Soul, then they can be considered a powerhouse. "
Gao Zhengyang still remembered that the spiritual orifice was the place in the human body where Primordial Qi could be gathered. It was like the acupoints in China, but it was more complicated and mysterious than acupoints.
However, he did not know about Martial Souls and Martial Souls. He could understand the meaning, and he could vaguely imagine it, but it was hard to get a concrete idea.
"What is a Martial Soul?" Gao Zhengyang asked.
"Ah, a Martial Soul is a Martial Soul, so powerful …"
Old Man Cang did not know about Martial Souls and Martial Souls, so he could not explain the mystery.
However, he had seen a powerhouse, and from Gao Zhengyang's fist art, he felt the aura of that powerhouse.
Although it was only a guess, it gave him some hope.
Gao Zhengyang could also see that Old Man Cang could not give him a satisfactory explanation. He asked, "What are you trying to say?"
"Heh …"
Old Man Cang laughed, "I have a big benefit for you."
Gao Zhengyang smiled without saying anything. This sly old man was obviously asking for a favor, but he still said he would give him a big benefit.
In the dark room, Old Man Cang could not see Gao Zhengyang's expression, but after a few days of getting along, he knew that Gao Zhengyang's intelligence was beyond imagination, so Old Man Cang's words could not fool him.
He quickly continued, "Twenty years ago, I met a powerhouse at the Black Dragon Ridge. It was the time I met the beauty of the Crane Tribe. The powerhouse told me that he wanted to find a disciple with good aptitude. I saw that your fist art was superb, so you are definitely qualified to be his disciple. "
Gao Zhengyang found it funny and said, "Twenty years ago? After such a long time, that person either left or died."
"No, no."
Old Man Cang quickly shook his head and said with absolute certainty, "That person had a divine ability that could pierce through heaven and earth. How could a powerhouse like a god die?"
Gao Zhengyang did not say anything. For the sly Old Man Cang to be so confident, the other party must have some ability.
However, this old man was so enthusiastic, so he must have some great benefits.
"Not interested." Gao Zhengyang pondered for a while, then flatly refused.
He was in a hurry to recover his strength, so he did not have time to take risks. It would not be too late for him to find out after he got through this difficult time.
Old Man Cang said in disbelief, "This is a great opportunity, and you rejected it just like that!"
Gao Zhengyang yawned and said carelessly, "I'm tired, if there's anything else, we can talk tomorrow."
"You, you …" Old Man Cang really wanted to curse, but luckily he held it in.
On the other side, Gao Zhengyang was already lying down. Soon, the sound of even breathing could be heard in the darkness.
Old Man Cang sat there in a daze. He could not understand why Gao Zhengyang would reject such a good thing.
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. He wanted to split open Gao Zhengyang's brain to see what he was thinking.
Old Man Cang's mind was full of worries. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Only when it was almost dawn did he finally fall asleep.
At dawn, Gao Zhengyang woke up on time.
That night, he slept especially well. After using the well water to wash his face, he became energetic and full of energy.
Facing the morning sun in the east, Gao Zhengyang slowly breathed in and out.
Purple air came from the east. At this time, exhaling the old and taking in the new, from body to spirit, Gao Zhengyang felt refreshed.
Putting away his stance, Gao Zhengyang sighed. This world really did have a mysterious power. He had only practiced for a few days, but the effect was similar to practicing for ten years on Earth.
Of course, this body also had a foundation. It was only the lack of nutrition that made it so thin.
Gao Zhengyang's crazy training stimulated his internal organs and blood circulation, and accelerated metabolism, which was also one of the important reasons.
"At this speed, after one more night, the titanium alloy will complete the initial fusion. In a month, I will be able to restore my peak strength. "
Gao Zhengyang was quite satisfied, but he was afraid that the Tielin Sect would change.
Old Man Cang was especially talkative. These days, he had been talking about the Wolf people with him.
According to Old Man Cang's opinion, before the first snow fell, the Tielin Sect and the Wolf people would definitely start a war.
Gao Zhengyang also believed in this judgment. Although he was not clear about the situation outside, from the situation of the two sides, they were already like fire and water. It would definitely be settled before winter arrived.
In the mountains of the Wasteland, danger lurked everywhere. The Tielin Sect was not a paradise.
"Bang, bang, bang …" The sudden knocking on the door woke Gao Zhengyang from his thoughts.
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