"Ding!"

"The host observes the internal strength master's luck, and the [basic internal strength] is upgraded to [turtle absorption], and the ability is automatically full. ”

[Turtle Suction Gong]: Every nine breaths can temper a trace of internal strength.

Qin Yi immediately felt that with his breathing, the originally silky internal strength in his abdomen was slowly expanding!

Finally, I have finally taken the first step of a martial artist!

Qin Yi showed a smile on his face, and he found that he didn't even need to sit and practice, as long as he was still breathing, his internal strength was growing like an abyss!

This is the real bull system! Even the breathing is getting stronger!

"Yitang, pay attention, I'm going to punch!" Ye Yongqing took a deep breath, mobilized his internal strength, and smashed his fist!

This punch contains the power of internal strength, and it is definitely not the same as that of a ninth-order martial artist.

He is a small member of internal strength, and the strength of this punch has climbed to 20,000 kilograms!

As soon as Ye Yongqing made a move, he was full of strength!

By the time he reacted, it was too late, and his fist had already been smashed out.

Ye Yongqing's face showed surprise, even if this young man was very good, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of internal strength from him, obviously he was the strongest and was a ninth-order martial artist.

If this punch continues, will the ninth-order martial artist still be alive?

Ye Yongqing began to regret it, but when he saw Qin Yi's posture, he was stunned.

This guy actually stood with his hands down, and he didn't even have the slightest defensive posture!

Do you look down on me Ye Yongqing!

How can I say that I am also the owner of the martial arts hall, a master of internal strength!

You're just a ninth-order martial artist in front of me with such a posture!

Ye Yongqing suddenly didn't regret it again.

If you're obsessed, let me wake you up!

Then, this heavy punch, which weighed 20,000 kilograms, landed on Qin Yi's chest without hindrance.

Boom!

Ye Yongqing took a few steps back, with a ghostly expression.

He felt a violent backlash, and his arm ached.

What is the origin of this young man?

With the flesh of a ninth-order martial artist, he actually carried a heavy punch of 20,000 kilograms!

Qin Yi also took a few steps back, rubbed his chest, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

I make up, I deserve to be a martial artist with a small internal strength! My own [Iron Cloth Shirt] can't completely resist his damage!

"Ding!"

"The host is attacked by a small martial artist with internal strength, and [Iron Cloth Shirt] is upgraded to [Golden Bell Jar], and his ability is automatically maxed out. ”

[Golden Bell Jar]: Refining blood and bones inside, ignoring ordinary attacks below the peak of internal strength.

"Ding!"

"The first time the host is injured, turn on the [Basic Self-Healing System], and the level will be automatically maxed out. ”

A voice immediately sounded in his head.

Qin Yi suddenly felt that the bones in his body had become tougher, the blood flow was more rapid, and the majestic qi and blood slapped the meridians, making a sound like waves crashing against the reef.

Ye Yongqing obviously felt this inexplicable power, and couldn't help but retreat again, his face changing slightly.

"Did you break through your exercises?" he couldn't help but ask.

Qin Yi coughed lightly: "Sort of, thank you Pavilion Master Ye, but please also ask Pavilion Master Ye to punch me again, you must do your best!"

Ye Yongqing's eyes widened, little brother holding grass, are you serious?

The 20,000 punches that attacked you just now were down, and you were already coughing up blood.

And now you want me to do my best?

I'll punch you with all my might, and you're afraid you'll die!

"Young man, the martial arts grade is small, and the body is important...... Ye Yongqing couldn't help but say.

He was already a good man, and he couldn't bear to make another move.

Qin raised his eyebrows: "I'll let you fight it, what's the nonsense? Don't you want the Ice Spirit Jade."

The corners of Ye Yongqing's eyes twitched, and he snorted lightly: "Then I'll do my best!"

Yip Wing Ching once again used the starting hand of the Wing Chun method.

Qin Yi looked at it carefully.

Well?

However, there is no upgrade [Turtle Sucker].

In other words, if Qin Yi's internal strength exercises want to be upgraded again, he must observe the luck of a more advanced internal strength martial artist.

The internal energy erupted thinly, Ye Yongqing's robe swelled, and a majestic aura swelled, setting off a wave of qi!

Qin Yi narrowed his eyes, damn the dust was blind!

In the dust, a punch was smashed like a dragon, and the vigorous internal strength wrapped on it blasted through layers of dust!

Qin's face was solemn, without the slightest defensive meaning, and he also smashed out with a punch!

But Wing Chun is faster.

The fist smashed directly into Qin Yi's chest, and the internal strength was like a pinprick trying to invade his body.

However, Qin Yi's skin lit up with a pale golden shimmer, directly blocking the internal strength outside.

The fist containing 20,000 kilograms was all scattered throughout the body by the golden bell jar, almost nothing.