Li Congjun didn't keep it, but just said to Zhang Qingyang: "You may often get injured when you practice your legs." When you are hurt, you come to me and apply ointment, and you can't bear it, you can't do it perfunctory. ”

"Okay, Uncle Li. Zhang Qingyang said goodbye to Li Congjun's family and walked back.

I had a fight with Scarface, benefited a lot, and learned a leg method. The most important thing to understand is that the core of the technique is speed.

Zhang Qingyang felt that if he gave himself a month to practice, and then touched Scarface, he could knock them all down without damage.

"It's a little inflated, which is not good. Zhang Qingyang rubbed his face, "It's still a down-to-earth practice." And the most important thing is that the technical attack is very powerful, but obviously, the attack of mental power is even stronger. That Scarface was much stronger than I don't know, but two heart bricks were thrown at him, and he had no power to fight back. ”

"Both hands have to be hard. Zhang Qingyang quickly set a future cultivation strategy. Pet beast warriors have high requirements for physical fitness, so they still have to practice their combat skills diligently.

The attack method of spiritual power is more difficult to prevent, and spiritual power is equally important for the communication and cooperation between pet beast warriors and pet beasts. Therefore, we have to grasp both of these things and cultivate them well.

When he returned home, Zhang's father didn't find any clues except for being curious about why he came back a little early today.

When Zhang's mother saw something, she asked him a few words.

Zhang Qingyang said that he followed Li Congjun to learn martial arts, so it was normal to bump and bump in the process of learning. Zhang's mother was relieved and stopped asking.

After eating and chatting with his parents, Zhang Qingyang went back to his hut.

When Zhang Qingyang entered the inner universe, he felt distressed when he looked at the few pieces that were obviously missing from the pile of bricks.

"It's probably the accumulation of my day. Zhang Qingyang felt that his heart was dripping blood.

He watched the rudimentary machine carry out the instructions with great loyalty, constantly collecting spiritual power and making bricks, but his mind had already diverged infinitely.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, Zhang Qingyang was in a trance, and immediately condensed his mind to recall the aura that had just flashed.

"That's right, the bridge of the mind has been mentioned many times in the diary, but it seems that Gu Wangbei only emphasized the importance of the bridge of the heart, and did not say that it must be made very grand and grand. So what am I struggling with? Why don't you make a single-plank bridge first? Isn't my ancestor Zhang Tiezhu just a single-plank bridge? ”

Zhang Qingyang's spirit was greatly lifted, and under the command of his will, the inner universe seemed to have set off a spiritual storm.

All the bricks flew up and connected to each other, forming a narrow bridge large enough for one person to walk.

But the length was still not enough, Zhang Qingyang's will moved, and the narrow bridge split into bricks, connected head and tail, like a long snake.

Where the bricks are connected, they begin to melt and coalesce into a whole. In this process, the spiritual power is also being consumed rapidly.

The brick-making machine below had long since stopped rotating, and the spiritual power in the inner universe had dropped below the warning line.

Zhang Qingyang was engrossed, and all his attention was poured into the bridge of the mind in front of him.

It may be that it is not skilled, and the fusion of bricks is not uniform, but uneven, high and low.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Qingyang suddenly "woke up", and an ugly bridge of the mind that didn't want to see a second look was floating in front of him.

Zhang Qingyang had a splitting headache, which was caused by excessive mental power consumption. But he couldn't care about it, because the bridge of the mind in front of him could not be regarded as a bridge of the mind, it had only formed, but it had not yet penetrated the inner and outer universes.

"Go!"

The Bridge of the Mind is obedient like a soldier who obeys military orders, rushing to the edge of the inner universe without hesitation. The lightning flickered, and one by one the electric snakes struck at the bridge of the mind.

As the Bridge of Hearts gets closer and closer to the edge of the inner universe, the electric light becomes denser and denser.

When the bridge of the mind touched the edge of the inner universe, a large cloud of electric light suddenly erupted, like countless thunderbolts illuminating the darkness, and one after another premature electric snakes jumped over the inner universe.

The entire inner universe was as bright as day, but Zhang Qingyang's eyes were dark and he fainted.

After a long time, Zhang's mother's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "This kid must have practiced too hard yesterday and didn't wake up today." Let him sleep a little longer. ”

Zhang's father's voice also seemed distant in Zhang Qingyang's ears: "There is nothing that is not hard to practice, besides, who is not hard? I am not hard or you are not hard." If you endure hardship, you will become a master, and quickly call him up, and if you suffer a little, you will change your previous habits, and what else can you achieve in the future. I'll just say that mothers are ......."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, why don't you talk too much. My son, I don't feel sorry for who is distressed. I'll just let him sleep a little longer. Zhang's mother unhappily reprimanded Zhang's father.

Zhang Qingyang raised his hand leisurely, as if he was a wandering spirit, and opened his hazy eyes: "Don't make any noise, I'm up." ”

"Mom, what time is it?"

Zhang's mother was training Zhang's father in Xingtou, and when she saw Zhang Qingyang wake up, she immediately let go of Zhang's father. She turned to look at her son and said, "It's only eight o'clock, it's still early." Practice is practice, but the body is very important. Listen to the and sleep a little longer. ”

Father Zhang said quietly on the side: "Why don't you usually see you tell me that your body is very important, and sleep for a while." ”

Mother Zhang turned her head angrily and said, "What do you sleep with, you sleep when you die." Go and put a bowl of noodles for your son, and put enough ingredients. ”

Zhang, who had no human rights, shook his head and went downstairs.

Mother Zhang watched Zhang Qingyang swaying and getting up, so she went downstairs with a happy face.

After washing up quickly, Zhang Qingyang felt a lot more energetic. Time was already tight, he rushed downstairs, and Zhang's father immediately brought a large bowl of steaming noodles.

"Eat. Zhang's father said.

"Oh, okay. When Zhang Qingyang took the noodles, he looked at his father's face that was flat 24 hours a day, and seemed to feel that his father had a kind of micro-expression of successful pranks.

Zhang Qingyang was in a trance, and his intuition told him that because Zhang's father was reprimanded by Zhang's mother, he deliberately put less meat in today's breakfast.

Zhang Qingyang subconsciously stretched out his chopsticks and picked it, and sure enough, the meat pile was a little loose today, and it looked like the amount was about the same, but it was actually a quarter less.

When Zhang Qingyang looked up at him, he only saw the back of Zhang's father turning around in a hurry.

Zhang Qingyang couldn't manage so much, so he buried himself in eating. The hot noodles and meat mixed with the noodle soup flow down the esophagus, and the body recovers quickly as if it were recharged.

Zhang Qingyang coped with the greetings of the regular customers while eating. But what is different today is that Zhang Qingyang seems to be able to perceive the likes and dislikes behind the smiling faces.

"It's strange, let's say it's an illusion, but it doesn't seem to be an illusion. Zhang Qingyang thought while eating, "Could it be the benefit of the Bridge of Hearts?" It seems that the last moment last night should have been a success!"

Zhang Qingyang couldn't wait to put down the dishes and chopsticks immediately and sink his mind into the inner universe to take a look.