It is simple to say that it is easy for an old boxer who has been immersed in it for more than ten years. However, supernatural powers are supernatural powers, and stylistic kung fu is stylistic kung fu, so the two cannot be discussed in the same way.

Zhang Yifeng clenched his fist, and a stream of fairy energy surged into his right fist, but the punch still did not change at all.

"It seems that we cannot use fairy energy to pull it. This punch is to really let the fist lead me..."

This technique can give birth to immortals, and it really makes sense. Just one punch, even a rural villager can understand it, but it is just this punch. Even if you enter the divine realm, it is difficult to understand the fundamentals of it without understanding the key points.

Zhang Yifeng took a deep breath and his spiritual sense poured into his fists. This was the first time Zhang Yifeng looked inside so carefully, or observed his fists.

The veins, flesh, bones, and the fairy energy or demonic energy distributed on the fists, are extremely Qingming.

As Zhang Yifeng breathed in and out, his power flowed. He felt his fists becoming heavier, as if there were tens of millions of times, hanging heavily on the wooden table.

Seeing this, a flash of light flashed through Zhang Yifeng's eyes. It had nothing to do with any fairy and demonic energy, nor did it with any physique of Zhang Yifeng, or his understanding of the great way, but with this separate display of magical powers.

This magical power is more of a method of using the mind of Taoism.

Nowadays, not to mention tens of millions of equal force, even a mountain range is easy for Zhang Yifeng to lift it, but his fists are hanging on the wooden table. There is no change in the wooden table, and there is no change in the fists. But he just can't lift it up.

"rise!"

Zhang Yifeng condensed his soul and used the power of his spiritual consciousness to pull these fists up, but he was completely unable to do so.

No matter whether it is the soul, fairy energy, demon energy, or various Taoist powers, these fists cannot move at all. At this moment, the fist seems to be not his own and has completely lost its control.

"Wrong."

The sound of a selfless punch echoed in the wooden house. After Zhang Yifeng heard this, his mind calmed down again, and all his anxiety disappeared.

"That punch..."

Just now, the first level of magical power exceeded cause and effect, and could not find traces, and it was even less important to know its power, which was the key to this punch.

“I forgot…I forgot…I forgot…”

If you forget yourself, you will blame it to the end, if you forget the word.

I don’t know the cause and effect, I don’t know its traces, nor I don’t know its power, this is forgetting; I know the cause and effect, I know the traces, and I know its power, this is me.

The word "selflessness" seems simple, but it implies mystery. The mystery, transcends all philosophy, makes it difficult for the monks who attain enlightenment under the Bodhi tree to understand the roots.

But at this moment, Zhang Yifeng felt that he had entered the indescribable miracle.

Forget, I am not a word. First of all, you must perceive forgetting, and secondly, you must perceive me. To unite the plausible involvement between the two is selflessness.

"So that's it, this punch is how it hits!"

I don’t know how long it has passed, a thousand years or a second, Zhang Yifeng suddenly opened his eyes, and the divine light on his fists was strong, and he flew out with a sharp punch. Zhang Yifeng only felt that his body was led by the fist and flew out of the wooden house.

I don’t know where I will go, and I don’t know who I am going to hit. Zhang Yifeng only had a pure thought in his mind, and he would hit this punch!

The only simple truth is the magic of the first level of selfless punch.

When Zhang Yifeng flew out of the wooden house, he felt in an instant that he could do whatever he wanted to do, which could tear the world apart, or not hurt a piece of grass and trees. With one punch, he seemed to be the master of the world.

"open!"

The depression in the chest burst out and rushed into the fist. In an instant, the fist shadows were overwhelming. It was obvious that it was just a punch, but tens of millions of fist shadows were divided in front of me.

After a long time, the shadow of the fist dispersed. Zhang Yifeng stood up with his fist. As his fist collided, the magical power of walking the fist was completely mastered.

"No, no, this kind of understanding will probably take you thousands of years to understand the third level of magical power of forgetting one punch."

I forgot to appear in front of Zhang Yifeng, with a little appreciation in my eyes and exclaimed.

Zhang Yifeng was shocked. What a thousand years?

That's too long.

"I met this time in the state of forgetfulness and met too late. I waited for you to enter here again."

As the sound of a selfless punch fell, Zhang Yifeng's thoughts moved and returned to the secret realm of Jiuhua Immortal Peak.

Looking at his fists, Zhang Yifeng knew that everything that happened just now was real.

After putting away "One-forgetful Punch", Zhang Yifeng took out the "Auntie Scroll".

If you follow Zhang Yifeng’s understanding, you may be among the demon gods.

On the scroll, the demon bird was nine heads and nine tails, and hissed at the sky, wondering who was the one who was using it.

Zhang Yifeng was sure that if he had the ability to activate all the nine-head and nine-tails in the "Gu Huo Painting Scroll", even if he was sacred, he would be unable to withstand this attack.

"This is a treasure. If you go to the animal realm in the future and see the demon bird of the Guchuang, you will hear that the demon bird of the Guchuang takes off his feather clothes and is an amazing beauty, hehehe..."

Mr. Tong looked at "The Scroll of Gu Hu" beside Zhang Yifeng, with a little swaying in his laughter.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhang Yifeng put away the "Auntie Scroll", glanced at Mr. Tong, and said helplessly.

"Hey! Mr. Tong, what am I thinking? It's your kid who is dirty. Mr. Tong, I mean. If you take this treasure and return it to someone else, then the demon bird of Auntie will have to give you some benefits, right?

But maybe it depends on your kid's sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, hehehe, it's good to have a romantic relationship, hahaha!"

Listening to Mr. Tong's unregardless words, Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows.

Compared with "One Forgetful Punch", Zhang Yifeng can also get into it and see the fairies in it.

However, Zhang Yifeng was unable to even inspire him to this "Auntou Painting Scroll", so he naturally could not see the fairy spirits in it.

Finally, it is Mr. Tong.

"Master Tong, you said that this selfless punch and Gu Huo's picture scroll have more or less functions. What is your function?"

I have to say that for Zhang Yifeng, the role of this Tong Master is truly the greatest.

Everything he knew about this world was far beyond Zhang Yifeng's imagination, and these were what Zhang Yifeng needed to know the most.

But if it is just like this, it seems too wasteful.

A fairy spirit carrying Shen Xi is useless except knowing much?

"Mr. Tong knows astronomy and geography. The three thousand worlds have nothing to know and nothing to understand. Isn't this enough?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifeng stopped asking more questions.

Put away these three things and take them out of the Divine Light Palace.
Chapter completed!