Although this enhancement was slow and almost imperceptible, it was clearly going on. Cao Xu immediately thought of the legendary breathing technique.
He had heard before that in this world, although there was no Internal Strength that could produce Internal Strength, there was the Art of Breathing. In some Internal Martial Arts, there were some mysterious Breathing Arts. Through breathing and breathing, one would use Qi to vibrate the body's lungs and strengthen the body.
This kind of breathing technique was very difficult to practice and learn. It was a secret technique inherited from various Internal Martial Arts. It was to control one's breathing and breathe according to a certain rhythm. Through breathing and breathing, one could strengthen the body.
Controlling your breathing is easy to say, but it is difficult to do. If you concentrate on controlling your breathing, you may succeed, but don't be distracted. Once you are distracted and forget to control your breathing, everything will be in vain.
However, this breathing technique was difficult to learn at the beginning. However, after learning it for a long time, it would form muscle memory. After that, even if one did not pay special attention, their breathing would automatically become like this.
Cao Xu, who had never practiced the breathing technique, suddenly realized that his breathing pattern had changed into this. He could not help but think of the legendary muscle memory. He had merged with the body of Zhou Qing Quan's clone, and his breathing had automatically become like this. There was no other explanation other than the legendary muscle memory. This copy card could not copy even the memory.
After realizing the change in his breathing style, Cao Xu suddenly remembered Zhou Qing Quan's martial arts. People who practiced martial arts would definitely practice in the winter and summer. They could not rest every day. They had to practice frequently and train their martial arts into muscle memory. When they made a move, they would automatically react. Only then would they be effective.
Since the muscle memory of breathing was retained, did that mean that his martial arts were also passed down? Even as a hunter, his ability to draw a bow and shoot arrows was also retained through muscle memory.
When Cao Xu thought of this, he closed his eyes and focused for a moment. He thought about the scene he had seen in Shadow Ninja's video where Zhou Qing Quan practiced martial arts in the morning. He casually practiced and could not help but smile.
As expected, he could easily kick out a set of leg techniques. No matter what he thought, his body could do it as if he had practiced martial arts for many years.
"Huff huff…"
The shadows of Cao Xu's legs were flying around in the room. His figure was constantly moving. With his current strength, he could even kick the air with explosive sounds.
Cao Xu was practicing the martial arts that Zhou Qing Quan was practicing. It was a set of leg techniques.
This leg technique was very famous. Although it was not very famous in martial arts novels, no one dared to underestimate it in real life martial arts.
In the Chinese martial arts world, there was a saying that separated the southern and northern martial arts according to their respective characteristics. That was the southern boxing and northern kicking.
In the south, there were many kinds of boxing. The structure of the boxing was small, the footwork was light, and the range of movement was small. The boxing techniques represented were the three treasures of Hongquan: the I-shaped Tiger Fist, the Iron Thread Fist, and the Tiger and Crane Double Form Fist.
The Northern Fist, on the other hand, used more legs. The posture was developed and the range of movement was large. The representative of the Northern Fist was the Twelve Paths Tan Kick, and the Jab Kick Flipping Fist.
This week, Zhou Qing Quan was practicing twelve Tankeng. The so-called hands are two doors, all rely on the legs to hit people. Tankeng had four hands, and people were afraid of ghosts, which was Tankeng.
Tan Kick's specialty was its vigorous movements. It was different from the Eight Trigrams and Tai Chi. In the sky, the power of the kick was greater than that of the fist. Tan Kick had strong explosive power, fast speed, and fierce attacks. It was powerful and heavy, and its leg techniques were varied and continuous. It turned and turned, and it advanced and retreated smoothly.
Cao Xu didn't know much about this. He only knew that the types of tankos were roughly divided into the stream tankos, the martial arts tankos, the Shaolin tankos, and the martial arts tankos. However, he really didn't know how to divide these types. Even though he felt good about himself after practicing according to muscle memory, he still didn't know how to differentiate them.
However, he couldn't tell what kind of tankuko Zhou Qing Quan was practicing. Anyway, he felt that it was quite powerful. It was much more powerful than the Taekwondo that the Koreans practiced.
"What are you doing in the room? The whistling of the wind…"
Just as Cao Xu was absorbing the muscle memory and practicing it, the door was suddenly pushed open. A crisp sound was heard. A person pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Cao Xu.
Cao Xu, who was practicing tankou1, could not help but freeze. He stopped. How could he come in without knocking? He had become different because he was looking at himself in the mirror. He was not wearing any clothes now.
" Ah…You rogue…"
Sure enough, a scream was heard. The man covered his face and fled. With a bang, the door was suddenly closed.
"Yunyun…what's wrong? What did Cao Xu do to you? Let's go settle the score with him.”
Ao Xue heard the commotion from outside and her voice was filled with anger. Based on her understanding of Cao Xu, she knew that Cao Xu was not a good person. Of course, the first thing she did was to blame Cao Xu for Ye Yun running out of Cao Xu's room in panic.
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