**李安家里。**

  双雪的情绪已经稳定下来。

  几秒钟后。

  一个包裹从天而降，落在了李安的门前。

  李安出去查看，张三丰还在门口等着，拿起包裹，递给李安，说道：“办完了再联系我。”

  “好。”李安轻轻点头。

  他带着包裹回到客厅。

  打开后，他发现：

  三份无限级进化液！

  五彩光芒闪烁，散发着耀眼的光泽，李安的心跳不受控制的加快了起来。

  虽然他已经猜到，这个包裹是大元帅送来的。

  当这种传说中的物品竟然出现在他面前的时候。

  李安还是抑制不住内心的激动。

  无限级进化液！

  忽然，霜雪抬起了头，明亮的双眼直视着李安的侧脸。

  “你喜欢它？”

  “霜雪……”

  “嘘。”霜雪将食指举到唇边，小脸蛋鼓起，一副可爱的模样。

  “别拒绝。”

  “你说过，凡事皆有代价。要想有所收获，就必须付出一些东西。”

  “你帮助我变得更好。这就是你给予的。”

  “而这三瓶，就是你得到的。”

  “这非常合理。”

  霜雪微微扬眉，显得有几分温柔。

  李安沉默了几秒，说道：“拒绝的话，太不礼貌了。”

  “谢谢殿下。”

  “你叫我什么？”霜雪小脸皱起。

  “殿下，大家不都这么叫您吗？”

  “不，你不能叫我殿下。”

  李安：“那我该怎么称呼你呢？”

  双雪：“你就叫我雪儿吧，就像我爸爸叫我雪儿一样。”

  李安：“雪儿。”

  “雪儿。”

  “咳咳，说起来有些不好意思。”

  “但我应该习惯它。”

  “嗯嗯。”霜雪乖巧的点头。

  “那你先去练拳吧，我还要转班呢。”李安说道。

  “好。”霜雪站在一旁。

  她不是去练拳的，她是想去看李安打拳的。

  李安请张三丰回来。

  粗犷男子见霜雪的脸色好了许多，便默默地点了点头。

  He originally wanted to say a few words for Meng Chen, but he wasn't good with words.

  Moreover, the殿下’s situation was so special that no one knew what might trigger her.

  Zhang Sanfeng thought silently in his heart, *I'd rather do nothing than make a mistake.*

  "Your Highness, I'm here to help Li An change his css."

  Shuangxue nodded silently and suddenly asked, "Does Meng Chen still want Li An to switch to Strategist?"

  Zhang Sanfeng quickly ughed and said, "Of course not."

  "Everything depends on Li An's own wishes."

  "Besides, since Li An has dual talents, there's no need to rush."

  "Whenever Li An wants to switch to Strategist, he can do so."

  The desire to change css would attach to the talent rune.

  To change css again, one had to start over.

  But Li An had two talent runes, which meant he didn't need to start over at all.

  One for Boxer, one for Strategist, a win-win.

  However, it was still unknown whether Li An would actually switch to Strategist!

  Hearing that Meng Chen was no longer forcing him, Shuangxue's expression softened a bit.

  Then, Zhang Sanfeng wanted to know what Li An's second talent was, so he went with him to the basement.

  The three arrived in the basement.

  Zhang Sanfeng immediately saw the deep fist print below the family photo.

  He quickly walked forward, his palm gently brushing over the fist print, his brows furrowed.

  Leaving such a standard fist print on a wall was harder than knocking down a wall.

  This wasn't a matter of strength; it was reted to the intent of the fist.

  "This is your second talent, right?"

  "Show me again."

  Zhang Sanfeng turned to look at Li An.

  Li An didn't hesitate. He took a deep breath, and the Supreme Fist was activated. The originally thin fist intent in his body suddenly became vast, so much that it surged out of his body.

  It took many years to convert the true qi in the human body into fist intent.

  Li An had time in his talent world and could practice it. This was normal.

  But the amount of fist intent was closely reted to one's realm.

  The amount of fist intent around him at this moment was too huge, even causing slight cracks on the ground.

  This was something a third-realm martial artist couldn't do. Under normal circumstances, even a genius would have to reach the fourth realm to achieve this.

  So Zhang Sanfeng smiled.

  There was only one reason for this unreasonable situation.

  Unreasonable power—talent.

  Of course, Zhang Sanfeng didn't throw a punch. He simply said, "The talent you just showed only has a bonus on strength."

  "But I taught you a boxing technique a long time ago, one about force."

  "Have you been practicing?"

  Li An quickly said, "Flowing Water Crashing Mountain Fist."

  "I can already perform eighty-eight punches in a row."

  "How long does it take?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.

  "Five seconds!" Li An replied immediately.

  On the battlefield, no one would give you more than five seconds to fight his teammate one-on-one.

  At most five seconds, reinforcements would arrive immediately.

  So practicing those that took more than ten seconds had little practical value; they were just toys.

  Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said, "Show me. When you reach 40 punches, I'll start dodging. See if you can keep up. I've suppressed my realm."

  Li An nodded immediately and, with a crisp and swift step, punched Zhang Sanfeng's abdomen with a straight punch.

  There was a "dong" sound. This punch was like hitting a rge bell, and all the force spread around like sound waves.

  Li An's expression changed slightly.

  **Deflection!**

  A fundamental martial arts technique!

  Li An knew it too.

  But he had never seen Zhang Sanfeng's way of deflecting!

  Standing still?

  Without any physical movement?

  How was it done?

  "Don't be dazed!" Zhang Sanfeng chuckled.

  Li An concentrated and continued to throw punches rapidly.

  In an instant, the speed of his punches became so fast that afterimages appeared, and in the silent basement, the sound of striking a bell echoed continuously.

  Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were fixed on Li An's every movement.

  Perfect.

  The Flowing Mountain Strike Fist was an art of reaction force.

  When you strike someone with a punch, a reaction force returns to you. At that moment, you convert that reaction force to your own use, adding it to your original force, making the next strike even more powerful.

  Therefore, with the Flowing Mountain Strike Fist, the more consecutive strikes you nd, the greater the power becomes.

  The basic technique is a continuous left-right strike. Experts can perform continuous strikes with a single hand, and masters can strike however they wish.

  Li An could perform single-handed continuous strikes before his fortieth punch.

  But after forty punches, he could only perform left-right continuous strikes.

  This was normal.

  Everyone knows the saying "four ounces can deflect a thousand pounds," but they don't know the full context: first, there must be a thousand pounds of force, and then you can use four ounces to deflect it.

  The upper limit of the Flowing Mountain Strike Fist depends on the individual's physical strength. If the body's muscles are not strong enough to withstand the reaction force, then training is futile!

  The highest recorded number of consecutive strikes for a master of the fourth level of the Flowing Mountain Strike Fist was 97, which took ten seconds.

  Li An hadn't even reached the fourth level yet, but he could deliver 88 punches in just five seconds!

  Zhang Sanfeng grew fonder of him the more he watched. In his eyes, Li An was a piece of raw jade, beautiful no matter how it was carved.

  All of this fshed through Zhang Sanfeng's mind very quickly.

  Only three seconds had passed since they started.

  Li An had already thrown sixty-six punches.

  张三丰并没有如他所说的四十拳之后动，而是故意等到了这一刻。

  第六十七拳打出，张三丰身形化作一阵风，眼看就要从李安手上溜走。

  注意力高度集中的李安注意到了这一点。

  梦幻模式启动，移动速度减慢十倍！

  但...

  第六十七拳落空了。

  李安未能击中张三丰。

  他已经躲开了，现在站在李安的身后，用手指敲着他的侧脸。

  “拳法不够快，就是不够好。”

  “你的天赋，不能提升你的速度吗？”张三丰认真的问道。

  李安点头道：“我的天赋，增强了我的武意。”

  “有什么副作用？”张三丰问道。

  “这会消耗大量的体力。”

  “那就好。”张三丰微微点头。

  他不太兴奋。

  提升武意的天赋很常见，而且不值钱。

  真正强大的天赋，是能够让自己体型增大，速度加快，甚至是长出额外手臂的天赋，这些比一点武意要有用得多。

  这时，李安突然问道：“据我所知，有史以来，提升武意最好的天赋，叫做‘拳神’，最多可以提升武意两点五倍。”

  “是啊，你的倍数是多少？”张三丰问道。

  提升武意的天赋虽然常见，但若是能够达到这方面的极致，那也绝对是绝顶的天赋了。

  李安有些尴尬的说道：“我也不知道。”

  “但我觉得……没有限制。”

  “增强的程度取决于我消耗的体力和充电的时间。”

  张三丰一听此话，顿时一愣，皱眉问道：“什么？”

  “我没听清楚，你再说一遍，倍数是多少？”

  李安连忙说道：“消耗多少体力，就是多少倍数。”

  “没有限制。”

  “什么！？”张三丰声音陡然大涨，变得尖厉起来。