These days, Fei'er's face showed the sunny smile she used to be. She just followed the etiquette teacher to tutor etiquette seriously and learn what a princess should do.

Every time the female elf, Jia Ni, went to a place, commanded the team to set up camps or deal with the reception of local officials. Those in the past could feel her indifference and alienation.

However, the monk did not notice the subtle changes in the attitude of the female elf Jiani. Now he is completely immersed in a new world.

When I first left Dodge City, because several people had to follow the brigade, even if I stopped to rest and did things that were completely different from the world training system, it would be too shocking.

So the monk just gave them some tips in the carriage or in the camp. Originally, Henry admired Huigang very much, but he often disagreed with some of the monk's views on martial arts.

Huigang knew in his heart that the martial arts training Henry and Morton received since childhood were completely different from his martial arts skills when he was in Shaolin, so even those kung fu that he could teach non-Shaolin disciples could not be taught to them now.

On the second day after leaving Dodge City, while resting halfway, Huigang talked about the concept of having ten thousand pounds of power between a square inch, which is the kind of "cun power" mentioned in the martial arts world.

Henry thought about it carefully, but still couldn't help but retort:

"Teacher Huigang, we all know that the force of each sword is related to the amplitude and distance of our weapons and body swings. For example, if my sword is raised high, it can be slashed heavily, and there is also Moldon's iron rod. If your arms are not swinging, wouldn't it be dead in place?

After hearing this, Moulton was also thoughtful and followed the interface and said:

"Mr. Huigang, when you are teaching me some of the techniques you always feel that when fighting with those thieves, some of them are very useless. Some movements clearly touch the other party's body, but they don't use any strength at all."

Henry thought about it and suddenly came over:

"Teacher, of course you can do that. Why don't you give me this powerful professor of fighting spirit?"

Morton didn't say anything at the side, but he felt that Henry's statement was very inappropriate. The secret of fighting spirit was like a second life for the warrior. He could not tell others easily. He was extremely reckless in asking this question, but he had been with Henry for many years and knew that this was rash words.

He kicked him gently from behind. Henry looked back at him dissatisfiedly, reacted suddenly, and suddenly stopped.

Their actions naturally fell into the monk's eyes. Huigang laughed and said:

"I'll ask you first, how many muscles do you have?"

Hearing this question, the two young men were stunned, thinking that the jump was too fast, but both of them were very confused. Henry reached out to touch his arm with a funny look, and then fumbled around his body for a while, and said casually:

"It's about one hundred yuan."

The monk did not pick the handle of his words and continued to ask:

"So how many muscles are there in your arms?"

"It's probably ten...twelve yuan in total"

"Then how much will you use when you swing your sword hard?"

"It's probably the shoulders, upper arms, forearms and wrists."

The monk did not continue this discussion, picked up a small pebble from the ground and told Henry:

"I threw this stone up and broke him in the air."

After saying that, Huigang threw the stone into the air. The swordsman's reaction and strength were much stronger than before. When he saw Xiaoyuanshi coming to him, he waved his fist and hit it hard. However, the small stone had no place to borrow strength in the air. With a slight "bang", the small stone was knocked away, but it was not broken at all.

Henry waved his arm and said in a little disappointed manner:

"I didn't hit the spot, I will definitely hit it again next time."

The monk didn't say much, but asked Morton to pick up more than a dozen small stones from the ground and threw them one by one, asking Henry to hit him. At this time, Hui had just used his high-strength light skills. Henry knocked one away and reached for him to hold him. When the dozen stones were all beaten, the monk had already grabbed a full hand, and then spread his hands to show the swordsman. Most of them were intact, with only a few splitting from the middle because of their fragility.

Henry scratched his head and sneered at the point of changing the topic:

"Teacher, you should give me your ability to catch stones just now."

But then he defended himself:

"If it was a huge stone, I believe I could break him with one punch, and such a small stone would fly as soon as it touched."

Huigang didn't answer anything, and suddenly he pointed more than 40 places on Henry's arm. The swordsman was inexplicably stunned, thinking that his teacher wanted to use that magical magic to control others' actions, but immediately realized that it was not. The places he was pointed by the monk had a lingering numb feeling.

The monk then said:

"Try to use the strength of your arms, take it slowly and experience that feeling carefully."

Henry picked up the sword on the side as the monk's words and slowly lifted it up. At this time, he swung his shoulders and applied his strength to his arms. Suddenly he felt the pointing place closest to his shoulders numb, and then as his muscles moved, the places he had just been numbed down one after another. During this process, Henry suddenly felt that time passed very slowly, and could feel that the muscles on his arms contracted and stretched in turn, bursting out the power contained in it.

In Morton's eyes, there was naturally no different movements than usual, but in the monk's eyes and heart, he knew what was going on. He just used the "bone-transparent force" he learned when he was walking in the martial arts world in his previous life. After this force hits the human body, it will not dissipate for a long time.

The monk here weakened the injurious effect of this force, but it made this feeling stay in Henry's arms, decomposing the various components of his body's strength, and allowing him to experience it through numb parts.

After Henry raised the sword, he stayed there as if he was hit by something evil. Morton was a little anxious and glanced at Huigang. The monk smiled and shook his head at him, indicating that it would be okay.

The dazed swordsman suddenly reacted and said excitedly to the monk:

"Teacher, I felt that for the first time I felt the power on my arms seemed to be the same as my consciousness, and I could even feel the power flowing on my arms until my sword."

The monk nodded and said:

"You should carefully and hit this round stone according to the feeling I just experienced."

Swordsman Henry closed his eyes and put his whole body in the same situation as before. His whole body began to surge, and he began to sense the flow clearly when his shoulders were on his fist, and he concentrated on his fist layer by layer without wasting. When the small stone was thrown up, he naturally punched out. The round stone did not fly up as loud as the first few times. And it was only a tremor with a very small amplitude in the air.
Chapter completed!