Ling Xiaoman moved the box into the house.
Under the stimulation of the amulet, they all became pure spirit-gathering pills!
And the total amount doubled, becoming more than a thousand round pills!
A pure spirit-gathering pill is worth several times more than an ordinary spirit-gathering pill.
One hundred thousand taels of silver cannot stop these elixirs!
"Li Zhihuan, in order to repay your kindness, my grateful iron fist will soon hit your sister!"
Ling Xiaoman grinned lightly, grabbed a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth!
Once you practice, you will make rapid progress!
In the blink of an eye, it turns dark and bright again, and the foundation has been successfully established!
The unique aura in the elixir was also accumulated between the five internal organs, making Ling Xiaoman feel refreshed.
However, his cultivation progress slowed down after establishing the foundation.
"This technique is only a first-level technique after all, it's not very good." Ling Xiaoman shook his head, stood up and stretched.
In the early morning, Old Man Zhang discovered the difference in Ling Xiaoman.
He beamed with joy for a moment, and said with a bright face: "Has your strength increased a lot?"
Ling Xiaoman nodded heavily: "I have a strength of five hundred kilograms, and I even feel like I can challenge those martial arts students!"
Old Man Zhang raised his eyebrows: "Then you are going to challenge now?"
Ling Xiaoman nodded: "I think it's feasible."
"Come on, let me measure your body."
Without saying a word, Old Man Zhang immediately took out a tape measure and wanted to measure Ling Xiaoman.
"You want to make me a shirt?" Ling Xiaoman was very interested.
"No, I measured the dimensions so that I can make a coffin." Old Man Zhang said again.
Ling Xiaoman almost spat out a mouthful of old blood and pushed Old Man Zhang away: "Just wait, if I don't pull out your aura tube in a few years, I will take your last name!"
Old Man Zhang sneered: "What tactics do you know?"
"Does the bastard boxing count?" Ling Xiaoman coughed dryly, feeling embarrassed.
Cultivation can increase your strength, but you still need to have tactics to use your strength.
"That big man uses a third-level combat method, which can have three times the explosion. He slaps him for 2,400 kilograms. If the shit doesn't come out, you can clean it!" Old Man Zhang said.
With that said, he threw Ling Xiaoman a transfer book.
"You are not allowed to go anywhere before you learn this battle method." Old Man Zhang said.
Ling Xiaoman took a look and saw that the name of the fighting method was "Tongbei Fist".
Old man Zhang explained endlessly: "Although this is just a second-level tactic, it is extremely difficult to practice. After you practice it, there will be nine 'pop' sounds. When the nine sounds are superimposed, there will be three times the explosion!"
The moment Ling Xiaoman saw the tactics, the tactics had been purified by the amulet, and those content with side effects had been deleted.
Moreover, the power has been doubled, reaching the level of sixth-level tactics!
In terms of tactics, that kind of Taoist rhyme is reflected more clearly! It's like you can hold the fragments of the avenue in your hand and use them to attack!
"If I can learn this fighting method, even if my cultivation level is not as good as mine, I can still win a great victory!"
He was overjoyed and began to try to practice.
This combat method also seemed to be tailor-made for him, and it was very smooth to practice.
After a while, Ling Xiaoman had his own understanding.
The next moment, the amulet emitted a faint light, and it actually eliminated those wrong ideas of mine, and extended more correct insights!
At this time, Old Man Zhang was still giving instructions to Ling Xiaoman: "The training of combat skills is particularly difficult. You practice three days in the summer and three nines in the winter.
"I'm not bragging. I think back then, old man, I was also a genius! In order to practice the first ring of this tactic, I also worked hard for seven or eight days! The further you go, the harder it gets."
Ling Xiaoman rolled his eyes: "Bragging again! It won't take any genius even seven days to make the first sound."
Everyone in the martial arts academy doesn’t know that Old Man Zhang is a mediocre person.
It's because his talent is too mediocre, but he has a martial arts dream of becoming a strong man, so he can only place his hope on future generations.
It's a pity that his son died early, so he loved brother Ling Xiaoman very much.
Old Man Zhang said: "It's not easy for you to master this tactic. You have to spend these two days forgetting food and sleep. If you can perfect the tactic, it will increase the probability of winning a lot."
Ling Xiaoman licked his lips and laughed: "I think I can try it now."
As he said that, he had already opened his fists, and he was hitting very standardly.
"You are just impatient. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. You practice first while I go buy some food."
Old man Zhang smiled and ran to the college kitchen to pack several meat dishes.
Ling Xiaoman started practicing, which was very tiring and he had to eat more.
However, Old Man Zhang just returned to the grocery store.
"Snapped!"
There was a voice in the room!
This is... the first sound of Tongbei Fist!
"Again?"
Old man Zhang was full of surprises.
From beginning to end, in just one day, Ling Feng had already opened his spiritual aperture and received spiritual energy, all in one go!
Now it only takes a moment to practice the first ring of Tongbei Fist!
I don’t know how many times faster than I was back then!
As soon as Old Man Zhang entered the room, three voices sounded again.
"Bah bang bang!"
Three consecutive blasts, very loud!
"Have you mastered your fighting skills?"
Old man Zhang was surprised.
This motherfucker is literally flying!
Moreover, the tactics used by Ling Xiaoman always give people a natural feeling, containing Taoist charm, which makes them very comfortable to look at.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Old Man Zhang laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said, "You will be able to master the fighting technique in just a quarter of an hour! How wonderful, how wonderful!"
"boom!"
Ling Xiaoman stopped his hand and punched the force measuring stone on the side.
Strength display: one thousand five hundred kilograms!
The triple explosion that could only be achieved by perfecting the tactics was already achieved in Ling Xiaoman's hands with only a small success!
"Have you modified your tactics?"
Ling Xiaoman nodded.
Old man Zhang was amazed.
A little guy who just started practicing can actually modify his tactics!
What a feat!
However, Ling Xiaoman was not happy. Instead, he said with a depressed look: "After a small success, there is no way to continue to make progress."
Old Man Zhang said: "If you want to make progress, you must have guidance from famous experts."
"Famous person?" Ling Xiaoman frowned, where could he find it?
He saw old man Zhang beaming at him.
"Is there sand in your eyes? I'll boil some water for you and wash it out." Ling Xiaoman said.
Old man Zhang coughed dryly, rolled his eyes at Ling Xiaoman and said, "You kid, isn't the famous person right in front of you? Why don't you look for it?"
"You?" Ling Xiaoman was stunned.
Old Man Zhang nodded proudly: "Me!"
Ling Xiaoman smashed the drinking bowl into pieces with a "pop" sound: "It's okay if you don't learn this Tongbei Fist!"
Old Man Zhang: "..."
The old man's face turned dark. This guy has been living off grandpa for so many years, and he really doesn't give him any face.
He guided Ling Xiaoman: "Without the guidance of famous experts, you can only fight in practice. Go to the martial arts arena. When you break through the arena, you will definitely be able to achieve perfection."
"Martial arts arena? It's a good place."
It was a boxing ring where warriors fought each other. Many rich people watched it every day, and they got money for winning the game.
"Then I'll go take a look." Ling Xiaoman said.
Old man Zhang opened the lunch box and said, "Don't worry, we'll go after eating."
Ling Xiaoman hadn't eaten so much meat for a long time, his eyes were bright as he devoured it.
While he was eating, Old Man Zhang took out a bull-headed ghost mask with a nostalgic look on his face.
"The martial arts arena is very dangerous. Some people will take revenge in private. You must cover your face. This ghost face mask was once used by your brother and is now passed on to you."
Ling Xiaoman took over the mask, feeling as if he had stepped on the path his brother had walked, and his heart was filled with excitement.
…
Martial arts arena.
This arena is located in the west of Yuanyang City. It is very lively every day, with many people coming to watch.
at this time.
Inside a VIP room in the martial arts arena.
Yunyan was dressed in coarse linen clothes and her chest was tied with a corset. She was lying on the Eight Immortals Chair, reading quietly.
There was still no smile on her face, as if she was born unable to smile.
"Squeak!"
The door to the VIP room was pushed open.
The owner of the arena walked in from outside, and Yun Yan sat up with a look of longing on her face.
"Is someone going to challenge me?" Yun Yan asked coldly.
The boss looked bitter.
challenge?
What are you dreaming about?
"Miss Yun, in my opinion, you should go somewhere else. The temple here is small and we really can't accommodate a big Buddha like you!" the boss said helplessly.
Yunyan returned to Yuanyang City six days ago.
Then come to their place to compete in the ring.
But who is Yunyan?
The number one genius of his age in Jiutian Continent! He is only twenty-three years old this year, and he is already a sixth-grade powerhouse!
Even if Yun Yan only used 1% of his power, he would still be able to sweep away everything!
In addition, he always wears a cloud mask, so he is called the "Cloud God".
Six days have passed, and no one dares to fight anymore.
The boss was also a little helpless.
For such a giant Buddha, why don't you find a big arena of your own? Come to a barren land like Yuanyang City?
Yunyan refused: "No, I'm right here."
"Why?"
"Because Ling Feng once won ten games in a row and broke through your arena."
Yunyan was once just an unknown little genius.
Probably among the top ten in Yuanyang City.
In the Nine Heavens Federation where geniuses are everywhere, there is no shadow at all!
but.
The year before last, she went out to hunt ferocious beasts, and when she almost died, she was saved by Ling Feng.
Ling Feng taught her for a month, and she has been singing all the way since then, becoming the number one in her age group!
Now, she is stuck at the peak of the sixth level, unable to make any progress.
Therefore, I am trying the method that Ling Feng taught me, controlling my power down to the smallest detail, and coming here to fight with others.
"The people here are still too bad. I have already controlled my strength to five thousandths, but it is only 500 kilograms. There are so many people at the peak of foundation building who have only a thousand kilograms of strength, and they can't fight with me."
Yunyan shook her head while recalling, expressing her dissatisfaction.
At this time, a surprised voice suddenly came from outside.
"Boss, boss, there is a bull-headed ghost outside who wants to challenge Yun Shen!"
