Chapter 115

By the gem lake, the Thunder Dragon with a body of more than 30 meters raised its slender neck and gnawed at the branches and leaves of the tree.

The mammoth came to the lake and stopped.

Wang Dali and Xiu'er came down from the mammoth's back, feeling comfortable and curious.

The online audience exclaimed because the video camera was shooting a Thunder Dragon at close range.

Thunder Dragon, also known as confused dragon, is a giant in the dinosaur family. The key is that this kind of dinosaur is herbivorous, gentle and loved by the world.

In people's view, the Thunder Dragon is huge enough. Compared with the tiny human body, there is a huge gap. People will feel shocked when they look up at the Thunder Dragon.

From the size gap, the shock is natural.

Xiuer looked up at a Thunder Dragon passing by like a baby. Her slender neck seemed to stand in the sky.

"Oba, the Thunder Dragon is so huge that it can't eat people?" Xiuer still felt incredible.

"Like giraffes, it eats grass. As long as it doesn't provoke it, it won't care about us!" Wang vigorously comforted, took off his clothes and jumped into the lake.

"Xiu'er, come down too!"

Wang shouted loudly.

"How's that?" Xiuer's face was red and cute.

"Come down quickly. You haven't bathed for several days. Don't you think you smell?" Wang laughed vigorously.

"Where?"

Xiuer was flustered for a while. She quickly sniffed her arm. She didn't find any peculiar smell. She couldn't help stamping her feet: "whether Europa is good or bad, how can people have peculiar smell?"

"No, that's good!" Wang Dali laughed, plunged into the water and splashed a few times, very happy.

"Ouba, be careful there are dinosaurs and water snakes in the water!" cried Xiu'er.

"No, just look at Benben!" Wang Dali pointed and saw Benben doing a dog crawling stroke in the water, which was quite pleasant and happy.

Xiuer couldn't help it any more, but she couldn't take off her clothes. She simply ran straight into the shallow water and plopped around in the water.

Wang Dali swam for a while, went ashore, found some firewood, lit a bonfire and hung his coat aside.

"Ho ho ho"

Wang Dali took up his horse steps and recalled the Dragon boxing in his mind, while doing movements and gestures.

"666, what is brother Dali doing? He looks so stupid -"

"Is it Tai Chi? It looks ugly -"

"Dancing? A bit like a fool -"

"Brother Dali is stupid and cute. Is brother Dali choreographing? If so, people will support -"

"Ha ha, this is Chinese Kung Fu, which was sprouted by brother Dali -"

Wang Dali pays no attention to the jokes of some audiences. Well, there are many guys who usually come from professionals who boast and fart. They didn't mean any harm at all. They just want to be quick and comfortable. Therefore, if they are serious, they will lose.

"No, how can you make your own movements loose and far away from the imagination?"

Wang Dali suddenly found that his actions were far from the Dragon boxing obtained in his memory. The Dragon boxing form in his mind was leisurely and broad, as if it had both form and spirit. Each action can remind people of something.

For example, the first action looks like the ancients worshipping heaven and earth. The second action looks up at the sky with both hands holding high. It seems to embrace heaven and earth and ask the third action of heaven. It's a bit like holding something to summon souls

Wang Dali simply closed his eyes and thought. He looked at the memory of dragon boxing again and again. Soon, Wang Dali saw the fame.

The whole set of dragon boxing has 108 movements. One action is one potential, which is also called form.

The first twelve forms are the first stage, and then the twenty fourth form is another stage. So on, there are six stages: the thirty sixth form, the seventy-two form, the eighty-one form, and the one hundred and eighty form.

Finally, the movement is complete, and naturally undertake the first move. With such a perfect cycle, the boxing continues.

Wang Dali thought about it for a while and jumped up.

"I wipe it. The dragon fist originally wanted to shut up a long breath and do one hundred and eighty movements!"

"It's impossible!"

Wang Dali suddenly had such a strong idea.

Yes, definitely more than possible.

You know, how can a person make 108 movements in one breath? Unless this breath is long enough, long enough.

Who made this set of dragon boxing? It's not human! Hehe, I thought people were Wannian bastards. Can they breathe for so long?

Wang Dali realized that he was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood. Well, he had no way to move 108, but he might still be able to practice the first 12 or 24.

Open your eyes, Wang Dali empties his thoughts and takes a deep breath.

Action start

The movement is leisurely and fast, with a somewhat ethereal charm of dust.

In one form, five forms, eleven forms, twelve forms

When the twelve movements were completed, Wang Dali's face was red.

The muscles and bones of the whole body were trembling, and the calf was shaking hard and didn't listen at all.

On the body, 205 bones, 639 muscles, 6 billion muscle fibers, and intramuscular capillaries with a total length of two circles around the earth are all incredibly relaxed.

Therefore, Wang Dali's performance outside is sweating all over.

The sweat of beans and soybeans soaked the whole body, sweating like slurry, like rain, and even the heat of the body dissipated rapidly. Unexpectedly, the sweat evaporated into wisps of moisture that can be recognized by the naked eye.

Wang Dali also wanted to play the 13th action. However, it was the end of the oar. The successor was weak and couldn't hold it any longer. He breathed out at one breath. His breath was dirty and smelly. It seemed that the dirt in his body had been discharged.

"I wipe. What's the matter? It's more tiring than running 10000 meters after 12 movements?"

Wang Dali was shocked. He could feel the twelve movements, which made the muscles and bones, blood vessels, meridians and nerves of the whole body developed.

So now, every inch of your skin, every inch of fiber and every inch of tendons are trembling, every inch of blood vessels are relaxing and contracting, and even every pore is cheering, leaving sweat to accelerate the discharge of dirt in your body.

For a moment, Wang Dali felt that his internal organs were more relaxed and stronger than ever before. It seemed that there was a warm energy that kept moistening and circulating in his internal organs.