According to the division of strength, Zhou Hao knew that at present, he was just a beginner in Qi training, and it was already very difficult to face Luo Chengcheng, and last night, he was facing those two martial artists with outstanding strength at the same time.

If it weren't for the extremely strong recovery power of the body, ordinary people would not be able to support it for so long, after all, both of them can be said to be masters of martial arts, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhou Hao is indeed invincible, extremely strong, but only Zhou Hao knows that most of the spiritual power in his body has gone, if there is a martial artist who is stronger than himself, how to deal with it?

"It's just, how can I quickly improve my cultivation?"

I don't know anything about the martial arts system of the current world, and I don't have any methods of using aura in my mind except for the method of breathing and exhaling the aura to improve my cultivation.

Not to mention any legendary techniques such as pinching fingers and spitting flying swords.

Zhou Hao, who was carrying a large bag of calligraphy posts, yellow mounting, brushes, and cinnabar, suddenly remembered an incident last night.

"That bald tall man seems to have said, what kind of underground black fist, right?"

Although he was fighting with the Wing Chun fighter at the time, he vaguely seemed to hear the bald man's words, reached out and touched his chin, and after thinking for a while, Zhou Hao's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It seems that there is also a black fist in this green market, and I have to go shopping when I have time. ”

Back home, on the table in the hall, there are several famous calligraphy, including regular script, cursive script, official script, small seal, etc., the four treasures of the study are readily available, and the rice paper on the side alone is enough to be used for more than two months.

I bought back more than a dozen pens of different sizes at one time, graphite and two inkstones, and for the first time in my life, I lifted the brush, looking at the handwriting on the rice paper, Zhou Hao couldn't help but smile wryly.

"This calligraphy is really not something that ordinary people can learn. ”

Zhou Hao, who is far from enough to hang his pen, can only lie on the table and copy stroke by stroke, just wrote more than ten words, and it looks quite good at a cursory glance, but if you look closely, the treatment in the strokes is still unsatisfactory.

However, if there are famous calligraphers watching from the sidelines, you will find that Zhou Hao wrote more than ten characters, each word is more supple and natural than the previous one. The first few words were written crookedly, but the next few words had begun to take shape, and they looked like they had a charm or two with the handwriting of the calligraphy.

At this time, Zhou Hao, every stroke fell, he was extremely close to full strength, his nerves were tense, and he could even see beads of sweat oozing slightly from his forehead, looking at the handwriting without distraction, with a focused and meticulous expression.

"Let's finish writing this book first in the evening!" while writing, while thinking about the summary, it seems to confirm the sentence: There is nothing difficult in the world, only people with hearts, especially for the current Zhou Hao, the original understanding is high, and after the fusion of the golden card, the imitation of details and the control of limbs are even more terrifying.

Originally, the hand holding the brush would shake slightly, but after writing half a calligraphy, it could be compared to those calligraphy enthusiasts, with even pen power and a stable hand like a machine.

A pair of large notebooks with more than 100 words, it took nearly an hour to concentrate on it, and Zhou Hao, who was still not satisfied, got up and exhaled, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Every font has a different way of moving the pen. ”

At this time, Zhou Hongmao came back from outside, looking at Zhou Hao who was holding a pen on the table in the hall, and just showed a smile. After coming back and sweeping the floor, he slowly asked, "Where have you been all these nights?"

"Oh, yes, I don't go home to sleep at night to make more money. ”

Zhou Hongmao said with concern: "Money can't be earned, don't exhaust your body." ”

"Dad, don't worry, you don't know your son yet?"

suddenly thought of the card given by Li Wendong, which contained 10 million in cash, and asked casually: "Dad, do you still have any money to spend?"

Zhou Hongbao coughed, put the broom back outside the house, and replied, "Enough, enough." ”

walked to Zhou Hao's side, looked at the block letters on the table where the ink had not dried, and grinned: "The writing is good, very neat." ”

It was rare to hear Zhou Hongmao's praise, Zhou Hao even felt a little incredible, he was so big, the old man could count the number of times he praised people, and he counted it on five fingers.

It's just that, after saying this, Zhou Hongmao returned to the house monotonously, picked up the yellowed martial arts novels by the pillow, and lay on the bed to read them alone.

Another hour has passed, Zhou Hao, who has given up copying, has begun to write on the rice paper by himself, and the frightening thing is that at this time, the block letters on the rice paper are almost the same as the words on the calligraphy post!

At this point, Zhou Hao has only been writing for two hours.

"Whew! It's not easy, it's not easy!"

Wiping the sweat on his forehead, he threw the wolf pen in his hand on the inkstone, and still looked at the words on the rice paper with dissatisfaction, comparing them with the notes on the calligraphy from time to time.

"It's written in eight or nine parts, but it's still a shortcoming. No, it looks like I can only continue practicing tomorrow. ”

Some of them put down the rice paper and put it up on the table.

But if Xiao Lao, who has been immersed in calligraphy for many years, sees it, he may go crazy on the spot! After only two hours of picking up the pen, he can already write the handwriting similar to the original post with eight or nine points, you must know, this is already a genius who has been practicing calligraphy for several months!

And it's the kind of person who has someone to guide and has a high talent for pen movement that may have this achievement.

Then he threw the book in the trash and looked at the time.

"Fortunately, it's only half past ten, and you can still read a book for an hour, and after reading it, you can go to the mountains to cultivate. ”

As if he had never felt that time was so tight, he picked up the ancient character book in the bedroom and continued to expand the ancient characters of Qin and Han in his mind.

At this time, in the West Lake Villa in Qingshi, the three generations of the Xiao family were sitting on the balcony on the third floor of the villa looking at the scenery of the West Lake not far away.

Xiao Fan, Xiao Shihui father and son, just came back from the provincial capital Rong City, Xiao Longxiang, who learned the news, waited in the villa in advance, without informing the other children of the clan, the three of them simply ate dinner, and sat together drinking the big red robe that had just been brought back from Rong City.

"How can there be such a coincidence in the world. Xiao Shihui, who gained a lot in the provincial capital this time, also faintly felt a little ridiculous in his heart after listening to his son Xiao Longxiang's narration.

"Dad, do you think this thing is too strange?"

Drinking the big red robe brewed by Xiao Longxiang with a mountain spring, he took a sip of the large porcelain cup with both hands, and shook his head without knowing whether to cry or laugh.

"I think it's just a coincidence. After speaking, he looked at Xiao Longxiang, bowed slightly, and said, "Longxiang, you have handled this matter well." ”

Let's not say that Zhou Hao's identity is true or false, he alone can defeat fifteen thugs alone, and kill seven people on the spot, and then he can suppress the Wing Chun master that Liu Yunbao spent a lot of money to invite, and also seriously injured Ah Xin, who is also a small outsider, this kind of heart and strength alone is enough to impress.

In addition, although Xiao Longxiang represents the Xiao family, he should bow to a disciple who is very likely to be those old monsters, and even Xiao Bingsheng thinks that even if he kneels in front of Zhou Hao on the spot, Xiao Fan feels that it is not impossible.

After all, behind Zhou Hao, there was a very high probability that there was an old monster standing that shocked the martial arts world and the metaphysical world. With this level of relationship alone, even Xiao Lao can be commensurate with Zhou Hao. And Xiao Longxiang, at most, in front of this kind of character, must perform the junior ceremony!

glanced at Xiao Shihui on the side, and said, "If I didn't believe that there was an old monster standing behind Zhou Hao before, but through this time, I really believe it." ”

"Why is that, Dad?"

Xiao Bingsheng smiled meaningfully, and said slowly: "Outer strength martial artist, and that kid I have seen with Fan Lao, is just a martial artist who has entered the outer strength, and you all know that a martial artist who has just stepped into external strength has a long qi vein, in fact, it is not much different from a martial artist who has been immersed in martial arts for many years. At best, it's just slightly stronger and faster than those martial artists. ”

He took a sip of tea and continued: "First of all, he defeated fifteen people and killed seven people, and Liu Yunbao's subordinates, you and I both know, but each of them is capable of beating two or three ordinary people's bodyguards, even if it is a martial artist, it is impossible to seriously injure fifteen people unscathed." ”

"In addition, I have also seen the kid who knows Wing Chun, and his strength is not inferior to that of a martial artist who is a beginner in external strength, not to mention the Northeast man Ah Xin, who has been in the underground black boxing ring all year round, is himself a small outsider, these two people, no matter which one, should be almost the same as Zhou Hao in strength. ”

Xiao Longxiang on the side, frowning slightly, looked at his father and grandfather. said: "But that Zhou Hao, unscathed?"

"What do you have to say directly. Xiao Shihui said angrily: "There are no outsiders here." ”

"Dad, grandpa, I asked the two bodyguards afterwards, what kind of tai chi did Zhou Hao know, and the one who played Wing Chun couldn't even touch the corners of Zhou Hao's clothes, and when he hit the back, he couldn't even pull out, as if he was stuck by Zhou Hao. ”

looked at Xiao Bingsheng with bright eyes, and continued: "There is also the bald head, he said that he fought with Zhou Hao for a few minutes, and he felt that Zhou Hao was playing with him, facing Zhou Hao, he seemed to be facing a lion." ”

"Oh, haha, haha!" Xiao Bingsheng laughed, drank all the tea in his hand, put down the teacup and exhaled, and said: "Yes, only those old immortals can train such apprentices, and when they first enter the outside world, they can rival two martial artists of equal strength, and they dare to use the Tai Chi they have just learned to fight the enemy, it is really ......"

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Xiao Bingsheng closed the coffin and said: "This Zhou Hao, he must have obtained some inheritance from those old immortals, and his qi veins are as long as those of a martial artist with external strength. ”

As a martial arts powerhouse, just from Xiao Longxiang's description, combined with the strength of Liu Yunbao's bodyguards, Xiao Bingsheng can already determine Zhou Hao's strength.

"Wai Jin Dacheng?" Xiao Shihui looked at his father with some astonishment, and said in a lost voice: "Twenty-one-year-old Wai Jin Dacheng? Father, are you sure you are not wrong?"

Each realm of a martial artist is divided into small success, great success, and peak, except for those martial artists who sell their reputations, the martial artists who step into the outside are the real martial artists.

And the external strength, I don't know how many martial artists will not be able to step into it in their lifetime, even if they condense their strength in their bodies, and want to cultivate from beginner to small success, even if their talent is high, it is simply wishful thinking if they do not have two or three years of penance!

And from Xiaocheng to Dacheng, it will take a few years, and the father in front of him is a martial artist, but even if he is twenty-one years old, Xiao Bingsheng is only worthy of stepping into the threshold of external strength.

And this Zhou Hao, at the age of twenty-one, actually has the strength of a Dacheng martial artist, looking at the entire martial arts world, he can be regarded as a genius-level figure!

Xiao Bingsheng shook his head and said: "No, no, he is not an external strength martial artist, but an external strength martial artist who has not even cultivated in Xiaocheng, but he has the strength of a great martial artist." ”

Xiao Longxiang is no stranger to martial arts, because he has two martial arts masters in his family, his grandfather and uncle, and it is precisely because he knows that he is even more frightened.

"Grandpa, what do you mean by saying that if Zhou Hao cultivates to the peak of his external strength this week, he will be able to defeat the peak of external strength, and if he cultivates to the peak, then he will not be the first person under his internal strength?"

Nodding approvingly, he replied, "Yes, that's exactly what it means." ”

All three of them know what this means!

At this time, Xiao Longxiang thought in his heart that if a martial artist with great external strength was in the army, he would at least have the rank of major! It was equivalent to a deputy regiment commander or a battalion commander! At the local level, he was a cadre at the department level or deputy county level. And with Zhou Hao's potential and qualifications, as long as he joins the army, his actual position will only be better!

The most important thing is that a small martial artist has the strength of a great success, and the exercises practiced by Zhou Hao this time are definitely not ordinary!

And such a character turned out to be just a small salesman of an Internet company?

The three of you, you look at me, I look at you, and I can't help but feel that this thing is ridiculous no matter how you look at it.

Such a celestial pride, instead of spending time on cultivation, went to a company to work as a salesman?