The task was heavy and time was tight. Almost all the pilots, including Tang Dashan, were a little dispirited.
On the second day, Liu Zhen, who was in charge of driving, almost drove off the cliff.
Fortunately, Yang Chen reacted in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
Tang Dashan didn't scold Liu Zhen because he knew it wasn't his fault.
After Tang Dashan personally drove the car away from the winding mountain road, Yang Chen took the initiative to ask: "Captain, let me try. I'm confident that I can drive the car well.”
"Xiao Chen, the car is small, but you only have one life.”
"Captain, it just so happens that the road here is good and you're looking after it. I think nothing will happen.”
"Then give it a try"
Tang Dashan had to rest well. Otherwise, once he collapsed, the convoy would be in a mess.
He sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and started the car.
Tang Dashan was stunned when he witnessed Yang Chen's operation.
The car had gone through 10 kilometers, whether it was a curve, or going up or down the slope, or reversing the car halfway, Yang Chen's every action was standard.
This time, Tang Dashan was finally relieved.
Liu Zhen was also freed and could finally sleep in peace.
After about five days, the convoy entered the Black Province.
The first thing that everyone did when they were entertaining was not to eat or drink, but to play the erhu (snore).
At dawn, the energetic Yang Chen came to the small forest near the guest house.
He started cultivating from the first picture of the ancient martial arts Qi cultivation technique, then the second, the third... all the way to the eighth picture.
As Yang Chen cultivated the eighth pattern, about ten minutes later, his originally exhausted body produced a lot of strength.
His body was filled with a stream of Qi, flowing from inside to outside, from his feet up, and quickly flowing along his meridians.
In just a few dozen seconds, Yang Chen only felt that the strength of his whole body was transparent, as if there was an inexhaustible strength.
As soon as
Yang Chen moved, a series of crisp explosions sounded in his body.
"Alright, alright!"
An aged voice suddenly resounded in Yang Chen's ears.
Looking at the voice, he saw a haggard old man staring at Yang Chen with burning eyes.
"You are?"
"Doll, you don't look older than 16, right? To be able to reach the peak of Bright Jin at such a young age, his future must be limitless.”
This was the first time Yang Chen had heard about 'Bright Jin' for the first time.
He had heard of it before, but that was in novels and on the big screen.
"Old man, it is fate that we met. This junior is just lucky. When I was young, I was taught the method of practice by an expert, but I didn't have a specific concept of Bright Force…"
"This is the name of Internal Fist. It is based on the strength of light, hidden, and the legendary core and marrow. This old man had just started learning the Eight Extremes Fist, and it was difficult for me to get started before I was 30 years old. Later on, I was lucky enough to obtain an ancient book, and that was how I managed to get through the door. "Unfortunately, fate is playing tricks on people. The hidden injuries in my body can't be cured. I can't even touch the Transcendent State in my life…"
The old man in front of him was actually an internal martial artist in the Dark Jing stage!
"Elder, could you give me some pointers? I'm extremely grateful.”
"Young man, when I saw you just now, you didn't practice Tai Chi, nor Eight Trigrams, nor Xing Yi.”
"My master taught me the cultivation map and only told me to cultivate according to it.”
"Hmm? Presumably, it should be a lost type of internal martial arts from ancient times. "Young man, it's not that I don't want to teach you, but I can't teach you at all…" The
ancient martial arts Qi cultivation technique originated from the quantum space, so the old man was probably not lying.
However, in terms of Internal Martial Arts, Yang Chen was very interested.
When Yang Chen patiently asked for advice, the old man also knew that there was nothing he could not answer, and he explained to Yang Chen one by one.
About an hour later, Yang Chen took his leave.
After working hard for nearly two months, Yang Chen finally succeeded in practicing the first layer of the ancient martial arts Qi refining technique.
According to the old man, Yang Chen now had the strength of the peak of the Ming Jin stage, and he was only one step away from entering the Dark Jin stage.
With the Ming Jin achieved, the entire body was transparent. The punches and kicks were accompanied by a faint tiger roar and thunder.
If he could enter the dark phase, he would not be touched by mosquitoes and flies, but the force could hurt people's hearts.
Once one entered the Transcendent State, their bodies would be filled with Qi and blood. They would be like the king of a river. Their combat strength would be strong, and they would be able to fight for a long time.
Yang Chen, who was in a good mood, returned to the reception, washed up briefly, and said hello to Tang Dashan. Yang Chen took the initiative to go to the city for a stroll.
Little did he know that someone had found Tang Dashan right after he left.
"Old man, were you looking for me?”
"Little brother, this old man is at the end of his rope, and I'm afraid I don't have many days left to live. It's just that before I leave, I'm worried about my only granddaughter. Little brother, I just met a young man called Yang Chen in the woods, can you tell me about him?”
Tang Dashan mistakenly thought that the old man in front of him wanted to marry his granddaughter to Yang Chen.
Out of interest, Tang Dashan also told the old man about Yang Chen.
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