It was past six o'clock in the afternoon when Gu Chen arrived home.
I practiced Iron Sand Palm alone in my room for an hour, and my proficiency steadily increased by 2 points, reaching the level of mastery (7/1000).
After dinner, there were five more rounds of Tai Chi, as well as two Grand Zhoutian breathing and breathing techniques.
Life was ordinary, but even in such ordinary days, Gu Chen lived a fulfilling life.
In a blink of an eye, half a month passed.
The next afternoon after he went to the gym, Ironshirt finally got started.
Gu Chen's daily schedule is very tight.
In the morning, I went to the park to stand on poles, practice Tai Chi, and hit iron pillars.
In the afternoon, I practiced running and spent time in the gym to exercise my core strength.
Another week has passed, it is already January, and the Chinese New Year will be coming soon.
Gu Chen looked at the panel in front of him with a smile on his face.
[Name: Gu Chen]
[Shouyuan: 5 years and 220 days]
[Stamina: 15]
[Energy: 16]
[Skills: Mastery of Chen's Tai Chi + (502/1000) Mastery of Breathing and Inhalation + (421/1000) ]
[Skills: Introduction to Iron Cloth Shirt + (99/100) Iron Sand Palm Mastery + (621/1000)]
[Attribute points: 428]
During this period of time, by running the Daoyin Technique while standing, Chen's Tai Chi and Tu Na Daoyin Techniques have made rapid progress at the same time.
Especially Tai Chi, my proficiency level is already over half at this moment.
Life span also increased by almost a year.
Another thing that made Gu Chen feel helpless was that Uncle Liu would never give away pheasants again.
Sanxian Tang, a good medicinal diet before, provided him with a lot of attribute points.
However, just yesterday, his attribute points never increased after drinking Sanxian Soup.
This means that until he finds a new medicinal diet, his attribute points will not increase by one point.
"Brother Hu, I'll leave first!"
Gu Chen waved to Hu Wei, picked up his backpack and left the gym.
"This kid is really a freak."
Hu Wei looked at Gu Chen's leaving figure and then looked at the barbell next to him.
In Hu Wei's eyes, the former Gu Chen was just a skinny and depressed young man.
However, in less than a month.
Gu Chen could already bench press one hundred kilograms, and he seemed to be able to do it five or six times with ease, which left him dumbfounded.
I think of him, Hu Wei, who received special guidance and still maintained a strength of 80 kilograms after several years.
It's not that he can't lift a hundred kilograms, but it consumes a lot of energy. After doing it, he doesn't have to do anything and just lie down.
But as for Gu Chen, he did fifty squats of one hundred kilograms without rest, and then five hundred squats of eighty kilograms.
These are nothing, they are all normal, but what about the deadlift, 180 kilograms?
How much does Gu Chencai weigh? This is not a question of whether he is qualified or not. This is simply a monster.
"Hu~hu... Where is Gu Chen?"
Hua Yao ran out of the women's changing room, put her hands on her knees, huffed and puffed, and looked up at Hu Wei.
Hu Wei: "Let's go."
"What, I won't let him wait for me?"
Hua Yao was uninterested and a little depressed: "I promised to treat him to dinner, but he ran away, ugh!"
"How about you treat me to dinner." Hu Wei said with a smile while standing next to the bench press.
Since the last time Gu Chen went to the yoga room to practice, Hu Wei was so shameless that he went in and sat against the wall with Gu Chen.
The two have since become the pride of the fitness club, and it was through Gu Chen that Hu Wei met Hua Yao.
"Hey~, I don't like big muscular men." Hua Yao glanced at him, grinned, and ran towards the door without saying anything.
"Am I being disliked?"
He looked up and down at the bulging muscles all over his body, and there was no reason why he didn't like them.
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"Quick, quick, there's a fight over there!"
Gu Chen was walking on the street when some voices were heard rustling around him.
Now, as his proficiency in the breathing and guiding technique is getting closer to the limit of proficiency, the cyclone in his body has become stronger, and his vision and hearing have also become much more sensitive.
However, he guessed it might have something to do with physical strength or energy.
"Auntie, what happened before?"
Gu Chen stopped an aunt who was going over there to join in the fun.
"Shufen, I'll go there first, hurry up!"
The aunt who was with her next to her said something, holding a canvas bag filled with vegetables in her hand and trotting towards the crowd not far away.
"Young man, I don't know either. I seem to have heard that there were gangsters destroying the store in front of me."
"Stop talking, I'll find a good position."
The aunt named Shufen left a few words and left quickly.
"Do Chinese people like to eat melons so much nowadays?"
Gu Chen shook his head and smiled, but walked there honestly with his feet.
In fact, he was also curious about whether it was the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality.
How dare they smash up a store in broad daylight without fearing that the police would put ice bracelets on them?
On the way, Gu Chen took out his mobile phone and was ready to take pictures at any time. He might be able to get some traffic by posting a certain message.
He kept getting closer to the crowd, his steps getting bigger and bigger, and his face became extremely ugly.
"Give in, give in..."
Gu Chen pushed away the crowd in front of him and kept pushing forward.
As soon as he got closer, he realized something was wrong.
Although the crowds surrounded several nearby shops, they were obviously gathering at Jiang Hong's restaurant.
"Why are you squeezing? Didn't you see anyone in front of you?" A middle-aged man looked at him angrily, his eyes fierce.
Gu Chen ignored him and directly used his hands to move the people on both sides, leaving a gap of half a meter in an instant. He seized the opportunity and squeezed in.
"Woooooo~"
"Mom, I'm afraid."
Jiang Yuanyuan threw herself into Jiang Hong's arms with tears on her face.
The tables, chairs and stools in the restaurant were all pushed down. Not far away was Jiang Hong’s mother, Li Xiuqin.
She was sitting on the ground at the moment, with a big bulging bump on her forehead and a blood-red mark on it.
Jiang Hong squatted in the center, hugging Yuanyuan tightly. There was a slap mark on her left cheek, and the surrounding skin was raised, white and rosy, which was particularly obvious.
"Didn't we make it clear that I will repay your money next month?" Jiang Hong spoke sternly without any compromise.
"I need money urgently, and if I can't afford the hundred thousand, I'll use your store to pay off the debt."
A bald man, who looked to be in his thirties, about 1.7 meters tall, and with an unknown tattoo on the left side of his neck, looked very social.
"Brother Biao, don't talk nonsense to her. Sell the things in her store, they must be worth some money." Wei Peng suggested with a smile.
"Isn't it only 50,000? Why 100,000?" Jiang Hong shouted, tears began to well up in her eyes.
"It's as much as I say. Brothers, move it for me. I'll unload all the air conditioners and refrigerators."
"Brother Biao, don't worry."
The three younger brothers, including Wei Peng, immediately responded and began to dismantle the air conditioner and move the refrigerator.
"Oh, it's unreasonable, it's murder..." Li Xiuqin sat on the ground and began to cry, her hands constantly moving forward and slapping the ground.
When Brother Biao saw the crowd outside starting to talk, he frowned and scolded: "You damn old woman, don't show your shame."
As he said that, he casually picked up the broken stool on the ground and was about to throw it at him.
"I have recorded your behavior, wait for the police to come!"
At this time, Gu Chen, who had just squeezed in, walked into the hotel with his mobile phone in his hand. On the screen was a record of the received alarm call.
