In fact, the standing state and the intentional state belong to the low realm, both of which are mainly based on consolidating the life body, taking into account the vitality, and understanding the standing state of the body, the state of mind is no longer mysterious.

Zheng Fang hoped that Liu Xiangyang could say more gossip or cultivation things he didn't know, but after contact, he also knew that Liu Xiangyang was a stuffy gourd, and his lectures were all from the book, so it was a little difficult for him to let him say something else.

Wang Guoxing's basic fighting, Zheng Fang has already learned, not bad, including the last Hexiang pile and the two sets of boxing methods of Hong Quan and Tai Chi, Zheng Fang has learned it all, the last lesson on Saturday is basically what Zheng Fang has learned in practice, Wang Guoxing has nothing to teach at all, he doesn't know that Wang Guoxing has already found Principal Ge and Liu Xiangyang to discuss, and he has basically determined that he will let him pass next week, but he can also guess that he should have no doubt about his basic fighting next week to score 1.

After taking stock like this, of the 5 courses learned, 3 can be passed next week, 1 is staying up, and only 1 still needs to be hurried, Zheng Fang nodded, I will spend more time in English next week.

Next, Zheng Fang took stock of the messy pile methods, boxing techniques, and other messy pile techniques he had learned. Exercises, the most important thing is, of course, the cultivation method, with the dragon pile, Zheng Fang feels that his progress is still okay, but whether he can break through the initial level of the Standing Realm next week, Zheng Fang dare not say, if he can use the cultivation room every day, it should be very fast, but he has no chance to grab it after all, even if he has the opportunity, he may not be able to rob others, so breaking through the initial level of the Standing Realm has to be placed after a month, and strive to break through the initial level of the Standing Realm within two months, after all, if the initial level does not break through, his immovable technique will have to stop when he reaches the third layer, and he will not be able to practice any further.

In addition to the cultivation method, for Zheng Fang, the second thing is to count the immovable technique, he has found from his own experiment last night that he already has a certain resistance to general blows, but if he wants to achieve the strength of the confrontation like grabbing the key, Zheng Fang feels that the 3rd layer may not be enough, after all, those guys have also learned the four spiritual tricks of immobility, overlord, ghost, and traceless.

In addition to the cultivation method and the immovable method, the rest is the horse step pile and the sense of exercise time, Zheng Fang feels that the effect of the horse step pile is the most invisible, although he does not stand for much time, but he also insists on standing every day, but the effect is compared to the immovable method, it is one in the sky and one on the ground, even the method of exercising the sense of time taught by Luo Yuanhao is not comparable, think about what Wang Guoxing said can finally stand as a tumbler, Zheng Fang is still a little fascinated, he didn't say it, continue to stand.

Zheng Fang has already arranged the time for each of them to practice, but today is Sunday, Zheng Fang thought about it for a while, and decided to grind English for two hours in the morning, and then stand on the horse and step pile, exercise the sense of time, after eating lunch, and wait for the pain in his left hand to be lighter, he began to practice the immovable technique, and practiced until 4 o'clock to participate in the "party", after attending the party, after dinner, all the time in the evening was used to practice the cultivation method.

Zheng Fang arranged his cultivation for this day, so he no longer hesitated to pick up the English handouts and use his skills. When it was almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Zheng Fang stopped his practice, changed his clothes, and went to the teacher's dormitory building to attend an English party.

Zheng Fang found that the difficulty of cultivating to the second level of immovable technique has increased a lot, because the spiritual power has reacted to the blow on the surface of the body, and then wants to increase the reaction intensity of the spiritual power, it is not just as simple as increasing the strength, there are many times, Zheng Fang obviously feels that the power of his blow is enough, but the spiritual power reaction still does not have the corresponding strength, only after hitting several times in a row, the spiritual power reaction will slowly improve, this time, Zheng Fang's hardships are much higher than when practicing the first layer, after all, repeatedly hitting the same part, where can you master the strength again and again, once the blow is heavy, the spiritual power reaction can not keep up, the corresponding part will hurt for a long time, and the place where the practice has been practiced is also dark and green, unlike the first layer, can quickly turn into bruises.

Zheng Fang pondered the problem of immovable cultivation, and soon came to the fourth floor of the teacher's dormitory building, he found that the outside of several rooms at the east end of the fourth floor were full of pots of flowers from the balcony to the corridor, blocking the already not wide corridor to only a small crack, Zheng Fang knew that those rooms were foreign teachers' rooms, so he staggered over.

Before Zheng Fang got closer, he heard a loud music coming from the foreign teacher's room, mixed with the sound of grunting words, Zheng Fang walked sideways through the small gap between the two rows of flower pots, and saw that in the room closest to him, a foreigner was packing up his things, and when he saw Zheng Fang coming, he immediately smiled and said: "For Kang M! For Kang M!"

Zheng Fangxin said: "My learning English has nothing to do with my surname Kang, purely for myself." But he didn't know this foreigner, so he didn't talk to him much, waved his arm slightly, and said, "For himself, for himself!" As he spoke, before the foreigner could react, he walked to the door in the middle.

Zheng Fang was in front of the door in the middle of the room, and saw Peter Yu chatting with a few teachers in the school, Zheng Fang found that Liu Xiangyang was also there, and he was chattering with foreigners, not knowing what to say. When Peter Yu saw Zheng Fang, he shouted happily: "Zheng, for Kang Mu, for Kang Mu!

Zheng Fang cracked his mouth and smiled, walked into the room, and wondered in his heart, this party seems to have a lot to do with the guy named Kang Mu, everyone has to say this, foreigners are also weird, not for the sky, not for the earth, not for themselves, especially for Kang Mu, don't foreigners believe in any religion? Could it be that the sect leader is called this name?

Zheng Fang muttered in his heart, but he didn't make a sound, just said "for himself", it was purely an itchy mouth, he didn't understand the details of this party, and it was easy to show timidity when he opened his mouth casually, and he really wanted to invite the one called Kang Mu, and his face was not good-looking, after all, he was here as a guest, no matter what these foreigners were for, in short, he didn't want to do it for what Kang Mu.

The foreign teacher's room was filled with a strong smell of perfume, Zheng Fang felt that his nose was itchy, Yu Peter stepped forward, pointed to the candy and snacks on the coffee table and said, "Pounce on you, pounce on you!"

Zheng Fang had already seen those things, and was hesitating whether he could eat them, but he didn't expect that Peter Yu, a slippery foreigner, would directly threaten to eat some candy and snacks, and he would kill me?

Zheng Fang saw that his expression became serious, and felt that if he didn't give a reaction, this foreigner could be anxious with him, and he didn't care what he meant, he smiled and nodded at Peter Yu indiscriminately, Yu Peter's expression relaxed, he looked at Zheng Fang with a frown, and asked again: "Crying Fei?" It doesn't matter how he cries or how he flies, he will respond first.

After a while, Peter Yu handed a small porcelain cup to Zheng Fang, Zheng Fang saw that it was a cup of black soy sauce-like things, looked at Peter Yu in puzzlement, and saw this foreigner sending the porcelain cup to him vigorously: "Fight you to death, fight you to death." Zheng Fang saw that although he said fiercely, but the meaning was still to let himself take the cup, he immediately took it with a smile, and took a sip, but this mouthful almost didn't spit out his tongue, what is it? It turned out that it wasn't to kill me, it was to kill me.

When Peter Yu saw his appearance, he laughed and nodded again and again: "Bitter, bitter." Zheng Fang's face was dark, he knew that it was bitter and gave it to me to drink, when did the foreigner become so bad.

At this time, two other foreigners also entered this room, and for a while the room was more lively, Zheng Fang found that this room was the same as his own room layout, except for a bedroom door and a bathroom door closed, the other doors were open, but people still gathered in the living room, crowding the small living room. The foreigner Zheng Fang had just met brought a few apples to the coffee table and greeted everyone: "Pounce on you, pounce on you." Then Zheng Fang saw Liu Xiangyang step forward and take one and gnaw it, only then did he understand that it was not a threat to pounce on you, and after Zheng Fang reacted, he became more and more careful, this party is very deep, and he must not go wrong.

Several Chinese people were chasing the foreigner and chatting about the bird language that Zheng Fang didn't understand, Zheng Fang had to stand aside with the cup of bitter water, guessing what they were talking about, a foreigner who was afraid of being two meters tall said a lot of something, and everyone was congratulated, and then the foreigner was also happy, Zheng Fang didn't know what the foreigner said, only heard him repeatedly say "Daote." What the hell is that? Zheng Fang couldn't figure it out.

Then a younger yellow-bearded foreigner talked to everyone about "brother", and the expressions of several people instantly became complicated, Zheng Fang found that Liu Xiangyang's face actually turned red, and he wondered in his heart, what does "brother" have to do with you?

Zheng Fangzheng was thinking wildly there, and suddenly saw Tong Xiaobraid appear in front of the door, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Tong Xiaobraid saw Zheng Fang, nodded at him with bright eyes, Yu Peter used the set of treatment on Tong Xiaobraid again, Tong Xiaobraid said "three grams of oil" in his mouth, asked for a cup of "mention", and then turned to Zheng Fang's side, she glanced at the bitter water in Zheng Fang's hand, smiled slightly and said a word of English, Zheng Fang was dizzy, and didn't hear what she said, Tong Xiaobraid smiled and said in a low voice: "That coffee doesn't put sugar, are you used to drinking it?"

Zheng Fang looked at Tong Xiaobraid inexplicably: "What coffee?"

Tong Xiaobraid put a finger to his lips, made a silent gesture, and then whispered: "This party is not allowed to speak Chinese, let's pay attention, foreigners' brain axis." ”