A month later, Liu Biao finally came back, carefully examined, and was very satisfied with the progress of the two of them's cultivation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info When the elephant proposed every time the horse walked, there was a wisp of true qi that was very active in the body, and Liu Biao was also confused.

"Gas? It shouldn't be, the martial arts stage is purely about boiling the body, making the body stronger step by step, and finally qualitatively changing! ”

Anyway, true qi or something is only good for the body, and the elephant didn't continue to ask.

"Barberry Gong is divided into ten styles, the first style is a straight fist," Liu Biao brought the two children to a small tree with the thickness of an adult's arm, and pointed: "Every time you squat on the horse, concentrate and calm down, and hit directly with both fists, and if you can interrupt this tree that day, you will be considered a beginner!" ”

Liu Zhuang touched the hard bark and hesitated. The elephant didn't say a word, sank his waist and stomach, and blasted out his right fist.

The little tree shook slightly, but the elephant's hand was blurred with blood, and blood fell to the ground one by one.

"The so-called steel and iron bones, that's how it came about, keep practicing!" Liu Biao calmed his face, glanced at Liu Zhuang, and left with his hands behind his back.

It hurts, it hurts, but it's the only powerful way, and the elephant has no choice.

Blood stained the trunk red, and the elephant gritted its teeth, punch after punch, as if it were an unconscious robot.

"Fight!" Liu Zhuang screamed, closed his eyes, and swung his fists.

In less than a stick of incense, Liu Biao went and returned, holding a large basin in his hand, which was full of black liquid and exuded a pungent smell.

"That's enough, come bubble hands!"

The two young men put their bloody hands into the liquid, and they couldn't help but moan in unison. The liquid is irritating, like steel needles, pricking into the muscles inch by inch.

Fortunately, this pain did not last long, and a faint coolness surrounded the wound, which was indescribably comfortable.

"Forget it today, continue tomorrow!" After about half an hour, the liquid in the large basin gradually became transparent, and Liu Biao got up to leave, "Dinner is bison!" ”

Poor people rarely eat pork, let alone beef, this thing is said to be the staple food of the aristocracy, and the little fat man once showed off, how it tasted.

Liu Biao went out and brought back a lot of meat, which he ate every few days.

The people in the mountains are not very particular about eating, Ah Xiang's sister-in-law boiled a large pot of beef and potatoes, plus Chaotian pepper, far away, a burst of rich fragrance rushed straight in, swirling into the stomach.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Xue looked at the elephant's hand with tears in her eyes, and took out a little clean white cloth to bandage it.

"It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt!" The elephant nodded in reassurance.

The black liquid heals well, and the wound has begun to scar, itching uncomfortably.

"Brother Elephant, don't you practice!" Feng Xue saw the blood flowing out of the wound little by little, dyeing the white cloth bright red, and couldn't help but tremble.

"Lin Cheng is so far away, I have to become stronger quickly so that I can send you to Uncle Feng!" The elephant shook his head.

"But, but...... I remember that the elder brothers and sisters of the Feng family didn't cultivate like this! Fengxue thought for a moment.

The elephant was silent for a long time before he smiled and said, "Xue'er, we don't have a choice!" ”

"Elephant, wind and snow, eat!" Sister-in-law Ah Xiang screamed, holding two large bowls in her hands.

The slightly dark red soup, the soft potatoes, and the long strips of purple meat have a different kind of temptation.

The taste of Fengxue has always been light, and the taste is very delicate. The elephant and Liu Zhuang were sweating profusely, and their small mouths were whizzing and panting, and they didn't know whether they were hot or spicy.

Perhaps it was because he was overfed, and when he ran at night, the elephant seemed to struggle a little, and it was not until he crossed the hill that his body relaxed. A few days ago, the sandbags increased to five catties, and the distance reached almost three kilometers, and the elephant felt that it had not reached the limit. Maybe it's because of eating meat every day, and my strength has grown very fast these days.

Further up is a flat land, and there is a bluestone on the flat ground, which is very smooth.

The night was as cool as water, the stars were thick in the sky, blinking in the air, and the breeze was blowing slowly, as if the mother's hand was gently brushing over her body. The elephant untied his sandbag and sat on the ground, staring blankly at the night sky.

"Elephant, my son, you must live well!"

I don't know why, I used to be frail, but now I am extremely strong, and the pictures are circulating in my mind, becoming clearer and clearer. The night before the separation, the mother never left for a moment, Qianqianyu's hand always gently stroked her hair, and in retrospect, the strong happiness almost surrounded the elephant.

"Mother!" The elephant sighed and stood up.

Shoulders and waist, a breath of turbid air slowly exhaled, the elephant immediately abandoned the distracting thoughts, the spirit and spirit were one, the body and mind were one, a wisp of soft gas emerged from nothingness, emitting soft heat to swim in the body, and finally gradually disappeared.

Soon, the gas was born again, repeating the previous cycle.

It was repeated five times before the elephant suddenly woke up.

All the fatigue vanished, and there was an inexhaustible strength in the body, and the elephant stretched out his hand, but saw that it was full of scars, and soon he was getting better.

The elephant shook his head, re-tied the sandbag to his legs, and ran down the mountain.

Maybe it's because the food is sufficient, maybe it's because of the practice of barberry, the two small bodies start to scurry, the elephant is better, but it grows taller, and Liu Zhuang has a bit of a sense of aligning with the name. This undoubtedly made Sister-in-law Ah Xiang extremely happy, and a smile bloomed on her face.

The little tree was still strong, and although it shook violently, it always refused to fall, and the elephant's fists were covered with calluses, and each punch smashed the bark to pieces. The highest level of straight punching is to fight cattle across the mountain, and after Liu Biao dropped this sentence, he hurriedly entered the mountain.

Tomorrow is the day of the competition with the little fat man, and the elephant finishes his routine early and goes to bed.

Life has improved a lot now, and the accompanying loot has long since disappeared from the elephant's eyes, however, it is difficult to change any one thing that has become a habit.

"Little fat man, if my brother doesn't beat you for a few days, his whole body will itch uncomfortably!" To deal with an arrogant person is that you must be more arrogant than him, this is the last time the competition ended, the elephant looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, squinting his eyes and said.

The little fat man was stunned, his eyes were small, but he pursed his lips rarely, snorted twice, and did not refute.

In that battle, the elephant's iron fist beat the little fat man to the point of screaming, and his body was full of bruises on his muscular mass.

"Little fat man, remember, brother is a legend, you can only watch the hero's back go farther and farther!" For more than a year, the elephant finally got the first opportunity, so naturally he wanted to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth and ridicule it to the fullest.

The little fat man's face was bruised, he gritted his teeth, waved his fat hand and said, "Little elephant, I really think I am invincible." The fat brother told you that my brother has cultivated an internal skill, but the heat has not arrived, hum, wait for the next time, you will know that it is amazing! ”

The little fat man is unreliable, but his words are reliable, the elephant blinked his eyes and asked curiously: "Internal strength, what is it?" Haven't heard of it! ”

The little fat man immediately looked at the sky with disdain and said: "Liu Biao is just in the middle stage of a martial artist, and he is also practicing the most ordinary exercises, of course he doesn't know." ”

"Martial arts-level exercises are divided into external skills and internal skills, your so-called barberry skills belong to the external skills, as long as people can practice, if you want to practice true qi and advance to the samurai, there is little hope. Internal strength, as the saying goes, is to practice qi, qi to go through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and finally cultivate into a pseudo-dantian, hehe, the probability of advanced warriors can reach sixty percent! ”

"Little Elephant Elephant, let me tell you, my Lao Tzu spent a lot of money to buy it from a warrior of the Hua family. According to the cheats, you can cultivate the sense of qi in another month, haha......"

The little fat man smiled wickedly, glanced at the elephant, and his face was full of ill intentions.

So the elephant is very much looking forward to tomorrow's competition, and wants to see if the fat man's so-called qi is the same as the qi in his own body.

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