These two people, at first glance, both look fierce, looking like outlaws. One tall, one short.

Tall and skinny, short is a ball. The eyes of both of them revealed a cold and fierce light. Unlike the eight people who knelt on the ground, the cold aura on these two people showed that they had really killed people.

"Hahaha~!High Black Dragon~, High Black Tiger~, I can be regarded as waiting for you~!" Qi Yuankai got up quickly and strode forward with a false smile on his face, "I miss you guys~!"

"I don't know if Brother Qi wants us to die~, or does he want us to die~?" said the tall man and the tall black dragon skin lightly with a smile.

Qi Yuankai was slightly stunned, and then laughed.

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Luo's old practice room.

It's almost time to promise to fight in the ring, and during this time, Luo Lao always invites Chu Yun to his home as a guest.

On the surface, it was a gathering of friends, but in fact, every time, he was opening a small stove for Chu Yun. It's not just martial arts to open a small stove, but also a real small stove.

Abalone, sea cucumber, Huangyu, bear paw, hump, roe meat, emperor crab, all the delicacies of the mountains and seas, Chu Yun usually doesn't dare to think about it, he has only eaten all the delicacies he has seen on TV.

Martial arts training is very physically demanding, especially when it reaches a certain level, every cell is like a starving ghost, eager for high-energy replenishment.

Because his family was poor on weekdays, Chu Yun lost money in this regard, and when Luo Lao saw it, he did his best to help him.

In this regard, Chu Yun understood and was very moved, and decided to help the Luo family through this difficulty.

After eating today, Chu Yun was taken by Luo Lao to the Luo family's practice room specially for Luo Lao. Here, he saw a tumbler more than one person tall.

"The world's kung fu is one door~, what about our Luo family~, what we practice is Luo-style Tai Chi~, and you are not all the way~. But I want to change forever~, so today I will let you feel the treasure of my practice~. ”

Luo Lao pointed to the tumbler and said lightly: "It's filled with mercury~, and the body is made of pig iron~, and I'm older than me~." If you can do it with it~, and don't get your nose and face swollen by it~, then this level will be considered passed~. ”

After speaking, Luo Lao patted Chu Yun on the shoulder with a smile and walked out.

Chu Yun's attention was all focused on the tumbler, and he carefully observed it with great interest. It has been sprayed with metallic paint and refurbished, but its history can still be seen in the textures, scratches, and dents on the floor.

He tried to push with his hand, but he didn't. With a little force, a muffled sound of "boom~" came, followed by a greater rebound force, and it hit back directly with a "bang~".

Chu Yunden was taken aback, and hurriedly jumped away to dodge, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Khan~!If it weren't for Master's strict training on my speed~and reflexes~, I would have to suffer a big loss today~. ”

Chu Yun was even more interested in it.

He twisted his waist and tied his horse, his hands clenched into fists, and he punched with a lunge, and struck it hard.

"Keng~" There was a metal crisp sound, and the fist hit the tumbler hard, and there was a muffled sound of "boom~", and the tumbler shook twice and quickly rebounded back.

This tumbler also has to be one meter eight tall, and its body can be described as huge. It's another lump of iron, and it looks like an iron tower.

It was menacing and swooped over, and Chu Yun hurriedly wiped the floor with his feet, wandering and sliding, trying to dodge.

Unexpectedly, this time, it was 'chasing after it', and after shaking it twice, it hit Chu Yun's shoulder with a "bang~".

A dull pain spread quickly, and cold sweat broke out on Chu Yun's forehead instantly.

"The tumbler is just a dead thing~, I can't even get a dead thing~?"

An unconvincing energy rose from Chu Yun's heart.

He rubbed his shoulders quickly, resisted the pain, and jumped forward unconvinced. The tumbler fell, and the tumbler dodged when it hit him.

One afternoon passed, and when Chu Yun came out of it, half of his face was swollen, and his body was also blue and purple.

"Haha~, it's the first time I've practiced in it~, it's just a virtue~!" When Luo Lao saw Chu Yun, he immediately burst out laughing.

Chu Yun felt speechless, and said depressedly: "I didn't expect a dead thing~, it actually made me anxious and embarrassed~." ”

"It's okay~, I always have to suffer some losses the first time~, I can't sleep at night~, lie in bed and reminisce more aftertaste~, see how many times you hurt and understand~. Luo Lao said softly.

He left Chuyun to have dinner at home, and the ginseng wolfberry black-bone chicken for dinner was a big supplement. After eating, Chu Yun said goodbye, and took advantage of the heat all over his body to run all the way back to the Eight Extremes Martial Arts Pavilion.

Before leaving, Luo Lao warned him: "Don't run against the wind~, remember to sweat~!"

While running, the wolfberry black-bone chicken soup in Chu Yun's stomach began to exert force. His whole body was hot, and a puff of sweat was about to spurt out.

He remembered Luo Lao's words, quickly collected his sweat, and deliberately closed the sweat glands.

Although the sweat glands are his own, this guy is not so obedient. How to collect sweat~? He tried hard to close the pores, and the sweat naturally could not be discharged.

Zhao Shanhe had also told him the relevant truth before, locking up sweat and retaining energy. Let the power in the body truly turn into true qi.

Any martial art, only by practicing true qi, can it be regarded as a master. Zhao Shanhe has practiced a true qi, and so is Luo Lao.

Although Chu Yun had internal force in his body, it was far from enough. His internal force can't last long, and it can't be injected into the dantian. And his internal force is also the blessing of Zhao Shanhe, and it was only produced after practicing the White Tiger Zhaotan.

The dantian is a place to nourish and store energy, and the true qi of the master of the inner family is hidden here.

Holding sweat, trotting, and the heat generated by the black-bone chicken soup were all stored in Chu Yun's body. His skin was red and hot as a result, as if he had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius.

He could hold back his sweat for five or six minutes, and he couldn't hold on anymore. The blood in the whole body was rushing and boiling at an accelerated pace, as if it was about to burst blood vessels.

As soon as he was relieved, a large amount of sweat rushed out of the pores of his whole body at the same time, as if he had been splashed with a basin of water, and even his palms were wet.

Tiredness hit instantly, and his whole body was so soft and sore that he couldn't even take a step. I had to sit on the side of the road, take a short rest, and then walk back slowly.

When he returned to the martial arts hall that night, Chu Yun lay on the bed emptyly, almost falling asleep with his pillow on his head.

Not to mention thinking, he hadn't even dreamed that night. But all night, I was subconsciously trying to lock the sweat in my body.

For several days in a row, he spent so much in Luo's house, every day alone, in that practice room, competing with the iron pimple tumbler. For dinner, a bowl of ginseng and wolfberry black-bone chicken soup was served, and then walked halfway through the city to the Baji Martial Arts Hall.

After coming and going, he became more flexible when facing the iron pimple tumbler. And, from the law of movement of the tumbler, Chu Yun once again discovered the importance of kung fu.

"The tumbler has mercury press~, how can I compare with it~?" Chu Yun really couldn't figure it out, so he simply used a stupid method.

He pretended that there was also a heavy ball of mercury flowing in his body, and every time he 'fought' with the tumbler, he would drop the non-existent mercury into the center of his feet in his mind.

This move worked very well, and after a few rounds, Chu Yun's soles were already able to slam the floor. His toes are like iron rakes. In almost a day's work, the soles of the shoes were scratched through.

But the harvest of this day is also huge.

On the fifth day, Chu Yun had been able to safely avoid the tumbler's counterattack, and when he drank chicken soup and ran, the time he was able to lock his sweat was also extended to about an hour.

He deeply appreciated such benefits, his abdomen and back were always warm, and there was a hint of heat slowly brewing.

Because of the hard work, he didn't look at him all day during the day, so Mo Xiaoyu or Liu Ruyun didn't see him for more than ten days.

The two girls were all worried about him, but they knew that he practiced hard, and the martial arts hall was very busy, so they were embarrassed to disturb him.

But Liu Ruyun is okay, and there are many school affairs, but Mo Xiaoyu is in a hurry.

In the lattice office, Mo Xiaoyu looked at the manuscript that was beaten back for the ninth time, and felt depressed.

The evidence is conclusive, reasonable, and Mo Xiaoyu's promise to prove his innocence to the Baji Martial Arts Hall was suppressed again and again by the editor-in-chief.

She was stubborn, and after thinking about it, she simply took the manuscript and rushed to the editor-in-chief's office.

"Smack~!"

Mo Xiaoyu is a personality who is not afraid of heaven and earth, she slapped the manuscript on the table and roared loudly: "Editor-in-chief~, why don't you let me send this manuscript~?"

"I said Xiao Mo~, how can you talk to me~?" The editor-in-chief raised his head from a pile of manuscripts, glared at her and said loudly, "I'm your own uncle~!"

"Uncle Dear ~, what's wrong with my Uncle Dear ~?You have to give me a reasonable reason~!" Mo Xiaoyu said loudly.

The editor-in-chief got up helplessly, walked briskly to close the office door, and turned his head to glare at his niece.

"You stinky girl~, don't you know how thick the sky is~?" The editor-in-chief said softly, "What are you writing about~?Who is the spearhead pointing at~?I also want to support you~, but it's a pity that Qi Yuankai and we are always good friends, do you know~?If I send you this manuscript~, I will be unemployed immediately~!"

"Isn't there justice at all~?" Mo Xiaoyu thought of Chu Yun and the others, and felt uncomfortable and wanted to cry.

"Yes~, yes~, but you and I don't have that ability~. The editor-in-chief said softly, "From today on~, don't mention this manuscript~." The water pollution of the small river in the west of the city~, you go and follow up~, and report it as soon as possible~. ”

Mo Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked out. After the door closed vigorously, the editor-in-chief pinched his eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as she went out, she called Chu Yun, originally wanting to complain about her grievances and apologize by the way. But as soon as she heard that sunny and manly voice, she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Let's meet~, it's in People's Park~. Mo Xiaoyu said softly, "I get off work at five o'clock~, and I can go out for an interview at half past four~." ”

"Okay~, we'll see you at five o'clock~. It's right in front of that golden bull sculpture~!" Chu Yun agreed.

He just finished practicing, drank chicken soup in Luo's hometown, and ran towards People's Park.

After arriving at the park, Chu Yun looked left and right, there were not too many people playing, but there were a few pairs of uncles and aunts dancing in the square.

He watched with interest, still thinking about the tumbler. When will he really be able to knock the tumbler down, he will really pass this hurdle.