"Ouch..."
Zhang Yao lay on his bed, grinning in pain.
He was naked, wearing only a pair of underwear, and there were bruises, redness and swelling all over his body.
"Junior brother, you are really working hard."
Zhang Yannian sat by the bed, applying ointment to him again and again, and said with a click of his tongue: "If I had practiced like you, I would have been paralyzed in bed within a month."
"It's you who are gifted and have a special physique that can withstand this kind of training..."
Over the past half month, his eyes have been opened.
When Zhang Yao was practicing the Golden Cauldron Technique, he had an almost desperate posture, with various training equipment taking turns, and he was not afraid of physical damage at all.
But the miraculous thing is that no matter how badly he was hit, Zhang Yao appeared energetic and energetic again the next morning.
This kind of scene made Zhou An, Meng Zongwei and others amazed. In the end, it can only be attributed to Zhang Yao's special physique, which is different from ordinary people.
This kind of thing is not without precedent. For example, the most common innate divine power is that the strength of the muscles and bones is far superior to ordinary people. If they practice external kung fu, they often perform strangely, have superior strength, and are rarely matched by opponents.
"okay."
Zhang Yannian finished applying the ointment and stood up: "That's it for today. You have a good rest. I will ask my servants to bring you food."
"Well, thank you, Third Senior Brother."
Zhang Yao responded feebly.
After Zhang Yannian left, he immediately activated his talent for energy transformation.
Soon, invisible energy surged, and the redness, swelling, and bruises on his body began to slowly fade and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, most of the injuries on his body had subsided, and Zhang Yao also felt hungry and his body was limp and weak.
"This talent is good for everything, but it consumes too much energy..."
He took out some tonics, chewed them in large gulps, and accelerated the conversion into energy to make up for the consumption.
After giving up practicing Taiyi Zhuang Gong, the progress of Jinding Gong was rapid, reaching 34% in just half a month.
According to this speed, even if the cultivation process will become slower and slower, he will be able to practice Jinding Gong to perfection in at most one year.
Geniuses like Meng Zongwei and Zhang Yannian, who have outstanding martial arts talents, have no shortage of resources such as ointments and medicinal wines, and have Zhou An's secret know-how. It took almost seven or eight years to complete this step.
It is conceivable that Zhang Yao's talent for transforming energy has a huge advantage in practicing martial arts.
Relatively speaking, the progress of King Kong Fist, which is purely about fighting and killing, is a little slower, but after half a month of hard training, the progress has also reached 7%.
…………
The next day, morning.
"Bang!" "Boom!"...
Zhang Yao and senior brother Meng Zongwei were fighting each other on the martial arts field in the inner courtyard of the martial arts hall.
Meng Zongwei's attainments in the Vajra Boxing far surpassed that of Zhang Yao. He was able to block and counterattack with ease and ease.
"Junior brother, you have to be careful when using this move 'Across Thousand Mountains'..."
While he was fighting with Zhang Yao, he also took the time to give pointers.
The fight lasted for half an hour, until Zhang Yao was out of breath and finally stopped.
"Junior brother, your talent is truly incredible!"
Meng Zongwei had sweat on his forehead, and his physical strength was obviously exhausted. He couldn't help but admired: "Although you have only achieved a small amount of gold cauldron skills, you have the foundation to achieve a great success. Your strength and physical strength are not inferior to those of Me."
"Elder brother has promoted me."
Zhang Yao shook his head and said, "I may be about the same in other aspects, but when it comes to the strength of my muscles and bones, I'm still far behind."
Zhou An explained to him that after the Golden Cauldron is completed, it can be said to be copper skin and iron bones, far superior to ordinary warriors.
Blunt weapons such as sticks, hammers, and maces are unable to cause much damage to the body; even sharp weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds can penetrate at most three-thirds of the flesh and become firmly stuck.
Meng Zongwei and Zhang Yannian were both adopted by Zhou An when they were young. They have been practicing Jinding Gong for more than ten years. They have already reached the stage of Dacheng. They are considered masters in Changping City. Naturally, he is not as good as him now.
"Elder brother, junior brother."
Zhang Yannian walked over and said with a smile: "Junior sister is back, it's time to start dinner."
Soon, everyone sat down in the dining hall and ate together.
Everyone who practices martial arts is a big-bellied man, especially Zhang Yao. Because of his talent in transforming essence, he is very good at eating, and his appetite is even greater than Zhou An's.
A table full of dishes, including chicken, duck, cattle and sheep, was very rich.
"By the way, I have something to say."
Zhou An gnawed away a piece of pig's trotters in several mouthfuls, and said with a shiny face, "This year's martial arts competition is about to begin."
"Ayao, you have to prepare well and practice the King Kong Fist more."
Zhang Yao was stunned when he heard this, raised his head slightly in confusion, and said subconsciously: "Master, what is a martial arts competition?"
Zhang Yannian on the side put down his chopsticks and took the initiative to explain: "The martial arts competition is a competition jointly organized by the five major martial arts gyms in the city. Each martial arts gym will select some disciples to compete."
"The main purpose is for martial arts schools to communicate and learn from each other. Of course, there are prizes for ranking in the martial arts competition."
As he said that, he looked at Zhang Yao and said seriously: "This martial arts competition is held once a year and has been held for more than 20 years. Senior brother and I have stopped participating a long time ago."
"But junior brother, you haven't participated yet. Moreover, you are Master's closed disciple. You have to go on stage and show off your performance this time. You can't ruin the reputation of our Jinding Martial Arts School."
"right!"
Zhou Hongxiu, who was on the side, also smiled and said: "Ayao, this time you take the stage, you must show your authority."
"I see."
Zhang Yao understood in his heart, took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "I will definitely practice my boxing skills hard and perform well, and I will never embarrass my master."
As soon as this statement came out, there was silence at the dinner table, and then bursts of laughter.
Meng Zongwei and Zhang Yannian both burst out laughing, and Zhou Hongxiu was so happy that she almost burst into tears.
"this……"
Zhang Yao was stunned again, a little confused.
"okay."
Zhou An took another braised pig's trotter and glared at them angrily: "I just know how to tease your little junior brother, laughing and joking, not looking serious."
As he spoke, he took a bite of the pig's trotters and explained to Zhang Yao: "Ayao, don't listen to their nonsense."
"This martial arts competition, which sounds grand and famous, is actually just to fool people. It is just a way for our martial arts schools to make money."
"The ranking is not important, what is important is playing well and having fun watching the people watching."
When Zhang Yao heard this, he immediately understood.
To put it bluntly, opening a martial arts gym is also a business. The most important thing for everyone is to be friendly and make money, not to be brave and aggressive.
The five major martial arts schools in Changping City have a tacit understanding with each other for a long time. The annual martial arts competition is more like a platform to promote their reputation.
"It turns out that this is the truth behind the martial arts competition..."
"It's no wonder that the owners of the five major martial arts schools in the city have never had any public combat records."
"Without an open record, there is no way to tell the difference between the strong and the weak. Only when everyone earns money can we be harmonious."
He thought about it for a while and asked tentatively: "Master, when I go up, is it a real fight or a fake fight?"
PS: Readers, please rest assured that there will be no clichéd plot such as a martial arts competition in the ring. The martial arts competition is just a starting point and will be briefly mentioned to serve the follow-up story.
