Until the last set of "Yiyang Gong" was learned.
Tang Wen didn't understand why Dr. Lin was so successful.
Yiyang Kung is the most difficult, and some postures require good flexibility.
The last middle-aged male doctor smiled while teaching: "Let your woman practice with you, and you will experience double the happiness."
In Tang Wen's mind, Zhou Bing assumed such a posture subconsciously.
hiss! It was too exciting and he was in danger of making a fool of himself immediately.
It was already early in the morning when I finished learning this set of "Yi Yang Gong".
Tonight, middle-aged male doctors witnessed the birth of Tang Wen, a genius in kidney, er, health care.
Everyone was overly excited and a little tired.
After telling Tang Wen to practice harder and achieve his small goal of one wife and dozens of concubines as soon as possible.
The four doctors patted his shoulders one after another and went back to the dormitory to sleep.
On Tang Wen's way back, the panel suddenly flashed:
[Fusionable skills have been detected, do you want to fuse them? 】
[The level of skills will be improved after fusion]
He was stunned and looked down at the information.
What can be integrated is what has just been practiced: "Yangyang Kung Fu, Yang Yang Zhuang Facing the Wall, Hunyuan Lying, and Sleeping Zong Kung Fu."
Fusion!
There is nothing to hesitate about.
He learned the exercises in order to improve his attributes.
But if they are not integrated, these four techniques, which have extremely single functions and are highly similar, may not add many attributes after being practiced.
Four new skills appeared, and the information disappeared.
What followed was a new message.
[Skill: Hunyuan Pile, Beginner (5/500)]
Well, it's like the Eight Vajra Gong.
Tang Wen closed his eyes for a moment, and got this new training method of "Hunyuan Stake" in his mind.
It's still breathing method combined with pile exercises and bed movements.
It seems to be more energetic.
He started practicing silently when he returned home, and early the next morning, he could already feel the remarkable results.
This time, he was even more motivated.
Practiced all morning.
[Skill: Hunyuan Pile, Beginner (45/500)]
At this rate, it will be upgraded in just a few days.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Commander Zhao is back and going to the square for a meeting!"
There was a dull knock on the door, and someone shouted outside the door.
"Commander Zhao is back?"
The three people were closest to the square and were the first to arrive here.
There were not many people in the underground palace, and after a few minutes, everyone arrived.
Commander Zhao and General Xia stood together: "I know that you are concerned about the situation in the outside world. Let me briefly explain. In addition to the Black Mountain camp, our opponents also have an out-of-town gang. They are the same as the dead Awakened One. Dude."
"The Black Mountain Ghost paid a lot of money to hire them. They originally wanted to trap our open-pit coal mine, but we beat them so hard that they couldn't hold their heads up! In short, everything is still under control. You should rest well and practice well."
After saying that, he left directly.
It seemed like he came here in a hurry just to appease everyone.
I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic!
Tang Wen and Zhou Bing looked at each other.
The latter suddenly said: "My internal injuries have not healed and I cannot practice. Can I learn the Vajra Kung Fu that you and Tang Tang practiced?"
"sure."
In the morning, Tang Wen taught her step by step.
Zhou Bing was a bit slow in learning, and until seven days passed, Tang Wen had already mastered the hard qigong and traceless steps.
She just barely learned it.
This morning.
Tang and Wen appeared in front of the bulletin board on time.
Two guards are posting the latest battle report.
"General Zhou killed thirteen enemies, and Commander Zhao killed twenty-seven enemies..."
Just like the previous days, the battle report reported good news but not bad news.
Only the number of enemies killed and how many people were killed and injured in the Flame Camp were not mentioned at all.
The three of them looked at each other.
Practice every day and be more energetic.
"Papa pa pa"
"Crack!"
The two guards picked up bamboo poles and hit Tang Wen hard on the chest and back, making a cracking sound.
The bamboo pole, which was as thick as my wrist, broke.
"Brother Tang, this is the tenth time you interrupted today, please take a rest!"
"Yes, Tang Wen. You are not tired, we are both tired."
In a place near the wall of the underground square, Tang Wen was naked from the waist up, revealing muscle lines that were as sharp as a knife or an axe.
Both beautiful and explosive.
Coupled with his face, he is quite lethal.
Even aloof beauties like Zhou Bing and An Lei couldn't help but look at him.
"Thank you both." Tang Wen wiped his sweat with a towel: "I'll use stones later to help you practice your reaction speed."
"okay."
The two of them threw their arms and left quickly.
[Hard Qigong, Introduction (359/500)]
Tang Wen took a short rest, drank some salt and sugar water, and put on clothes and scales. He also put on special lead clothes weighing two hundred kilograms, and a pair of metal shoes weighing one hundred kilograms on his feet.
Come to the plum blossom pile and practice the traceless step.
"Too cruel!"
"How many days is this?"
"The ninth day is also the ninth day since we came down."
"Is there no problem with him practicing like this?"
"Old General Xia said he is extremely talented. He is the only one who can practice like this. We can't learn from him. Look, Team Zhou is resting too, isn't he?"
"What a pervert!"
A group of guards were talking about Tang Wen.
The way they looked at the latter changed from questioning and dissatisfied at first to full of admiration now.
Of course, this is just admiration for his training attitude.
How about actually taking action? You won't know until you fight.
This is the pride of a warrior!
After nine o'clock in the evening, the guards who had been exercising all day returned to their dormitories to rest.
Only Tang Wen appeared in the square again, practicing boxing in front of the wooden dummy.
A clear sound broke through the air, and the cannon punch was fired again and again.
Kaishan Paoquan is extremely draining of physical strength and energy.
After practicing for a day, Tang Wen hit out twenty-seven consecutive bursts of force in the evening. He was sweating profusely and was so tired that he just wanted to collapse on the ground.
But he found that if at this time, he could insist on practicing the Eight Parts of Vajra Kung Fu or go back to the house to practice Hunyuan Zhuang.
Then the effect is much better than usual.
"Snapped!"
The last punch came out without controlling the force, and the wooden man's head was shattered.
He leaned against the wall, put his hands on his knees, and bent over, breathing heavily.
After a while, he straightened up, glanced at the dark passage, and walked back to the dormitory, exhausted.
"Does this kid practice like this every day? When I first learned Cannon Boxing, I was exhausted after being able to throw only ten punches in a day! This kid, did he throw more than twenty punches?"
"He is just a little monster. I suspect he has awakened the dual talents of physical strength and energy."
"What a seedling! What a seedling!"
After Tang Wen left, two people walked out of the dark passage.
One is General Xia, whom he sees every day, and the other is Sang Zhanglin's father, Commander Zhang, who praises Tang Wen as a good young man.
Unlike before, one of his sleeves was empty, swaying back and forth as he walked.
General Xia looked at his arm and sighed softly: "This boy, Bing girl, your son, and the An family girl are all the seeds and hope of the camp."
Zhang Tong smiled: "For them and for the future, losing an arm is nothing."
The two were silent for a while.
…
On the ground, in the forest outside the city, and outside the tents, fires were burning.
General Zhou, Commander Zhao and others sat in a group.
"The Black Mountain Ghost wants peace talks? What do you think?"
"Hmph! Spit out the coal mine first and then talk."
"There is also the Contemplation Method and the Paoquan Contemplation Method. They have to come up with another one!"
"Old Zhao, tell me."
Commander Zhao raised his head, and there was a clear black scar on his face, as if he had been cut with a red-hot knife, and the bone could be seen deeply.
"Let's talk. We have no shortage of coal. You don't have to give up the idea, but..."
"Old Zhao! Are you scared after being stabbed?"
"This is not like what came out of your mouth!"
"Listen to what Lao Zhao has to say."
Raising his head with some difficulty, Commander Zhao said in a low voice: "It's going to be cold this month. Logically speaking, there will be at least some snow."
What?
Several commanders frowned. They didn't understand what the old brother meant?
Are you really scared?
"It hasn't snowed for a month and a half. It's going to be a severe drought this spring!"
"Um?"
The brush was like a bolt of lightning.
General Zhou, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and said: "Give the coal mines to the Black Mountain ghosts and ask them for food!"
"good!"
Everyone agreed in unison.
