Self-discipline is the best medicine in life.
I went from being unable to run three kilometers to now struggling to reach eighteen minutes.
From a punch with a force of fifty-three kilograms, it can now punch more than seventy kilograms.
ninth day.
Chen Jingxiu became the Mingtang Shen and officially entered the realm of interior scenes in the real world.
I don't feel it deeply in the "game", but in reality, it's like being reborn.
Although it did not bring about any changes in attributes.
But a breath of true energy nourishes his internal organs, allowing him to recover faster.
After running five kilometers, I usually need to rest for twenty minutes, but now I only need to rest for less than ten minutes.
After the strength training is completed, do skill training, and your hands and feet will no longer shake.
Chen Jing urged the coach to increase his training volume.
The amount of training cannot be increased casually.
Various instruments were used to monitor and the body data were all normal.
It just recovers extremely quickly.
The coaches were puzzled. Blood tests and cell sampling showed nothing unusual.
He is a normal person.
how......
How much has changed from the past few days?
Chen Jing used the excuse "Maybe he is gifted, but he has never exercised before and didn't realize this".
After integrating data from multiple parties, a new training method was developed for Chen Jing.
The intensity is three times that of before, almost comparable to the training volume of professional athletes.
The progress is certainly huge.
He has begun to learn the postures of punching and kicking.
There are many fighting styles.
Speaking of boxing alone, there are Muay Thai, Baji, Xingyi, etc...
The essence is to use your own body to defeat the enemy.
In the final analysis, it is just a difference in fighting ideas, and the way of punching is similar.
Nothing more than straight punches, uppercuts, swing punches, etc...
Chen Jing needs to learn each posture and develop the corresponding method of exerting force.
Day 24.
After a day of training, Chen Jing ran home from the club. After taking a shower, he looked through the posts. There was nothing new to say, so he read some basic spiritual classics.
Wait until ten o'clock to burn incense and practice.
True Qi circulates and circulates throughout the sky.
My chest and abdomen suddenly felt warm, and a second breath of true energy came out.
The earth, where water gathers, is the great storehouse of the human body.
The second inner god "Taicang" was cultivated.
Chen Jing opened his eyes, overjoyed.
He had fallen in love with the feeling of his body slowly progressing and getting stronger.
The only problem is...
Can my cultivation in the real world be carried over to another world?
He stood up and put on his glasses.
Log in to the game.
Female voice prompts: "Welcome back."
Chen Jing clenched his fist and said, "Open the properties panel."
The light curtain pops up.
He immediately looked at it, and in the column of cultivation, it was written: "Cultivation: Interior, second floor."
It worked!
In this way, I can appear in this world as little as possible and stay away from danger...
He was thinking about quitting the game.
There was a ping-ping-pong-pong noise outside the house, and more than that, there were "dong-dong" sounds one after another. It was someone smashing the wall.
"What's going on outside?" Chen Jing asked.
There was only the noise outside.
The female voice didn't answer.
Do you want to settle it yourself?
"Let me see what's going on outside the house?" Chen Jing asked again.
Still no response.
Chen Jing curled his lips, it seemed that Huangliang Realm's help to him was not the kind of feeding food into his mouth.
He put his ear against the wall and listened carefully.
There is a voice.
There were no beasts or indistinguishable roars.
The voices were buzzing and the footsteps were numerous and mixed.
There are quite a few people.
It seems that my cabin has aroused their curiosity?
I felt like there was no owner, so I wanted to find out.
Chen Jing had no expression on his face and stood up straight.
So what does this have to do with me? I like to block doors. Anyway, I can't go out for a while.
He admitted that he was Ye Gonghaolong.
When he played games in the past, whether it was radiation or the subway, the wasteland always gave him a sense of hysterical romance.
And really think that you are facing the wasteland.
Forget it......
Don't dirty yourself.
He is about to quit the game.
Outside the cabin.
A man shouted at the top of his lungs: "Is there anyone in the house? I was sent by the Lord of the City of Death in vain!"
"Our city lord asked me to bring you a message."
"He hopes to get to know you."
The person next to him glanced at him casually: "Save your strength. We have tried this method, but it didn't work."
"There's no one in this room."
The man didn't give up and shouted a few more times. Seeing that there was no movement at the door, he lowered his voice and gradually gave up.
In the room, Chen Jing was startled.
Death city in vain? This name sounds unlucky.
He frowned in thought.
From what we learned from the first copy, most refugee camps are dominated by monks.
Is the city lord there interested in me?
And the scale developed into a "city", which means that the monk should not be a drunkard.
Do you want to meet?
He always has to say hello to the world, "Who is the Heavenly Mother and who is the Heavenly Lord?" These questions are difficult to figure out in Huangliang Realm. He checked and found that there is no information about world history in the Huangliang Realm library. , geographical environment, and books on the myth of Tianzun.
And he was also a little curious about why the world became like this.
Being able to get in touch with a city lord who seems to be talented is a very good start.
Then let’s meet.
He thought for a while, mentally prepared the movements he would use next, and then rehearsed and demonstrated them a few times.
Crunch——
Push the door open.
On the wasteland, those scavengers who had not completely given up, or who felt that going back like this was a waste of food, were all attracted by this slight sound, and all of them looked over.
It seems...that cabin is open?
The person closest to him reacted and crawled towards it using his hands and feet.
He was ecstatic inside.
If the wooden house cannot be breached for a long time, there must be something good inside.
Maybe it’s some kind of magic weapon from the Prosperity Era, and when the time comes to present it to the city lord, he’ll have more than he can eat in his lifetime…
He didn't even have time to correct the potato chunks in his fantasy into meat chunks.
Snapped--
A foot kicked out from the door, facing the door.
His calves tensed up, and he kicked hard again, and he stumbled and fell.
The group of people following him couldn't stop the car and stepped on him, still trying to rush in.
Another green bottle was smashed out.
It fell on the second person and embedded itself between the ribs.
This kick, one bottle.
The force of thunder seriously injured two people.
Let those who follow realize something, rush around, and grab everything in front of them. He suddenly stopped moving forward and rolled into a ball in embarrassment.
Monk!
There is actually a monk in this small wooden house!
Wild monk.
But obviously two weeks have passed and there has been no reaction at all in the house, but it just happened to appear today.
They looked at the man standing at the door in fear.
A young man in a spring shirt has a face made of white jade and eyes made of ink stone.
His expression is calm, his eyes are cold, not angry but powerful.
The two injured people lay on the ground wailing, the sound was shrill and shrill, adding a bit of panic to their hearts.
"Which of you just said that your city lord wanted to meet me?" Chen Jing glanced at them and relaxed a lot.
Seeing that they were not covering up, and their faces were twisted with worried expressions, they were all mortals.
Although he is not a powerful character.
But the identity of "monk" is enough to scare these people.
in the crowd.
One person raised his hand tremblingly, his face pale: "Yes...it's me."
His face was filled with fear that Chen Jing would swallow him up in one gulp, as if he was a coward.
