As he thought, all the basic exercises don't cost money, you can learn them as long as you click, and they are directly master-level.

Looking at the time, there were still a few hours before dawn, and Wu Qifan directly clicked to learn.

"it, here it ...... again"

Wu Qifan fainted directly, even in a coma, his body was still twitching, obviously suffering inhumanely.

This situation lasted for three hours, and when Wu Qifan woke up, he felt that his body was light, as if he had become an immortal.

However, when he remembered it, he found that he was actually empty and couldn't get up at all.

"Damn, don't do such a stupid thing next time you die, it's a terrible disaster."

The feeling of being able to feel pain in a dream made Wu Qifan understand what torture is.

The brain was like an explosion, and all kinds of information in it alternately bombarded his brain.

It felt like there were countless bombs planted in the brain, and the explosions were going on non-stop.

Of course, suffering from this kind of torture, the benefits are also very great, the information of basic martial arts has been learned, and the body has been strengthened.

After a while, feeling that his body had recovered, Wu Qifan sat up, and then in an instant, his body stood up from the bed strangely.

One step at a moment's notice, as if it was floating, spanned two meters and reached the door of the room.

"It seems to be a little strong!"

Wu Qifan felt that this time it was really strong, and the master-level basic martial arts were so powerful.

If it is a great grandmaster, it is not the same as the light skills in martial arts novels, and it will not fly.

However, thinking of the existence of aura, it is not surprising that those immortal cultivators have light skills.

If the earth had aura, maybe there would really be a situation like in martial arts novels.

After looking at the time, Wu Qifan got dressed and opened the door, came out of the villa directly, and ran towards the park next to him.

At five o'clock, there was no one in the park, Wu Qifan stood in the park and began to practice the basic martial arts he had just learned.

If the primary basic martial arts are just empty-handed soldiers, then the master-level basic martial arts is that the soldiers are equipped with machine guns in their hands.

Wu Qifan gave it a try, and with the use of basic footwork, he could cross seven or eight meters in one second.

If it's a continuous forward sprint, 5 seconds and 100 meters are definitely a small problem.

The first second may only be seven or eight meters, and the inertia of the body in the second second, coupled with the situation that the body seems to float up, can span more than ten meters, and the distance behind the greater the distance, the limit is more than 30 meters away.

This is a bit terrifying, crossing a distance of thirty meters in a second, the whole person is like teleportation, and it passes with a whoosh.

Wu Qifan tried his strength, and felt that if he punched with all his strength, he would definitely be able to blow people's heads up.

A small tree with a diameter of fifty centimeters was innocently interrupted by him under his full blow.

After discovering this situation, Wu Qifan quickly left the park, feeling that he should try his best to control his strength when fighting with people in the future.

Otherwise, it's really easy to kill people, and it's really not a joke to break the ban with martial arts.

If most people practice martial arts, it is really easy to kill people when they encounter a conflict with a hot-tempered guy.

Of course, there is another gain from this mission, the master-level basic martial arts, which can be handed over to others.

In the past, practicing martial arts with him would not have any effect, but now that there is a systematic bonus, there should be a special situation.

When I returned to the villa, the little fan girl also got up and was in a daze in the yard.

Seeing Wu Qifan coming back, he squinted his eyes and asked, "Why did you go?" ”

"Morning exercise."

"Oh, why don't you call me along?"

"I woke up too early and let you sleep more, so I didn't call you.

What to eat in the morning? ”

"Soy milk fritters! Forget it, it's too troublesome, let's have milk and eggs. ”

"Soy milk fritters are fine, but you'll have to wait a while."

The little fan girl laughed happily and said excitedly: "No problem." ”

After Wu Qifan entered the kitchen, he found that after learning basic martial arts, cooking was much easier.

Then I took a look at my cooking skills, and I actually became intermediate.

He didn't expect that in addition to spending money to learn, this technique could also be upgraded.

After thinking about it, he found that his control of strength had an impact on cooking.

Things that might have been difficult to do before are now easier.

For example, cutting vegetables with both hands with a knife, accurately processing vegetables, and controlling the heat of dishes have made a little progress.

The little fan girl was lying at the door of the kitchen, looking at Wu Qifan, who was busy in the kitchen, her eyes were full of little stars.

After Wu Qifan processed the noodles, he put them there to ferment and began to process the beans.

Generally, soybeans need to be soaked for 12 hours before being made into soy milk, of course, if you use a soymilk machine, you can make soy milk even if you don't soak it.

Wu Qifan couldn't wait for the soybeans to soak for twelve hours, and after taking out the soybeans, he boiled a pot of warm water.

Then, pour the soybeans into warm water, put both hands in the water, and start giving each soybean a "massage".

This method is impossible for other chefs to use, it is too tiring not to mention, and they can't control the strength at all.

If Wu Qifan didn't have kung fu, he wouldn't have done such a stupid thing.

Thirty minutes later, after changing the water three times, and seeing that every soybean was full, Wu Qifan put the soybeans into the soymilk machine and beat them into soy milk.

After filtering it through a gauze strainer, pour a certain amount of water into the pot before pouring the soy milk into it to prevent the soy milk from sticking to the pot when cooked.

Then take out the dough that has risen in the pot and start processing.

Between thirty and forty degrees, the yeast multiplies the fastest, and the dough ferments faster.

Therefore, if you want to speed up the fermentation of dough, you can heat it properly, but do not exceed 40 degrees, otherwise there will be other miscellaneous bacteria.

In addition, after 60 degrees Celsius, the fungus will decompose and stop fermentation.

The dough continued to deform in Wu Qifan's hands, and soon became twenty centimeters of noodles.

Over there, the soy milk has been boiled until the white foam bubbles, at this time the soy milk is fake cooked, and after waiting for three to five minutes, the white foam disappears, and the real bubbles appear, and the soy milk is cooked.

When Wu Qifan brought the milky white soy milk and the golden hot fritters out of the kitchen, the little fan girl couldn't wait.

"Look, this is my breakfast, I envy you to death."

"Ahh I also want to go to Brother Fan's house. ”

"If you want to go, ask Brother Fan to take you in."

"You are dreaming, I am afraid that Brother Fan will drive you out."

"Alas, the man has no human rights, the last time I saw Brother Fan, I didn't eat anything."

"Get out, your special mother asked Brother Fan to play a tune for you, and you still have the face to say this."

"The two heads are shameless, begging Brother Fan to send benefits, and send a big meal by lottery."

The little fan girl looked at the live broadcast room with a smile, happily blowing fragrant soy milk, and then sandwiched a fritter and put it in front of the camera, giving a close-up.

Wu Qifan was speechless, when did this girl learn this kind of behavior.

"Hurry up and eat, I have something to do in the morning, and I may not be able to take you out to play."

"It's fine."

Wu Qifan looked at his mobile phone just now, and Head Zhou sent him a message, and the people above him would come to see him in the morning.