Chapter 5 Outside Practice, Internal Strength

When you see the words "not upliftable" after the strength, speed and physique data, it becomes a plus sign again.

"As I expected!"

The corners of Chen Qingyang's mouth immediately raised a smile: "The upper limit of the three major attributes of my body is determined by qi and blood!"

"And practicing the Chaoyang pile, you can strengthen your qi and blood!"

"Even if I've just started cultivating and haven't even reached the first layer, standing down in an hour can increase my qi and blood by 0.01%!"

"Then if I master the fifth layer now, can I practice casually for a while, and I can have a 1% increase?"

Chen Qingyang, who was in a good mood, gradually moved his gaze downward.

Soon, he saw the line of text "Martial Arts: Chaoyang Pile (can be improved after practicing to the first layer)".

"Huh?"

Chen Qingyang's eyes widened, and he almost couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart: "Does this mean that as long as I can practice to the first layer of the Chaoyang pile, I can use the refining weight to quickly improve my Chaoyang pile cultivation level?"

"In other words, it is possible for me to avoid decades of hard training and instantly understand the fifth-layer Chaoyang pile?"

"This, this is amazing, isn't it?"

No doubt.

The magic of the purple light cluster has surpassed Chen Qingyang's cognition.

Chen Qingyang is full of expectations for the future!

There is such a godly creature against the sky.

He has every reason to believe that it won't take long for him to soar into the sky!

"No matter how magical the purple light cluster is, I still have to keep a low profile now!"

After calming down his excited heart, Chen Qingyang couldn't help but remind himself:

"Demons are rampant, demons are haunting...... This world is dangerous everywhere, and if you are not careful, you will die an ugly death. ”

"I'm only the strength of five chickens now, and when I encounter a slightly stronger spirit, I don't have the power to fight back. ”

"Therefore, continuing to improve yourself is the king!"

Come to think of it.

Chen Qingyang shook his spirits and went down the mountain to go home.

Just got into the house.

Mother Li Yuan beckoned Chen Qingyang to sit at the table and brought him a bowl of hot broth.

"Mother, what is this?"

Smelling the peculiar aroma in the broth, Chen Qingyang couldn't help but be curious.

"This is the black feather chicken soup that my mother just stewed for you, and there are some hundred-year-old ginseng, jujubes, honey and ...... in it."

Li Yuan explained with a smile: "I heard that it can strengthen muscles and bones, warm and replenish qi and blood, and those who practice martial arts in the town drink this every day." ”

"Don't you want to practice martial arts in the future, so from now on, you have to drink too!"

The voice fell.

Chen Qingyang's expression couldn't help but be a little moved.

As the saying goes: Poor literature and rich martial arts.

If ordinary people want to succeed in martial arts, in many ways, they have to spend a lot of money.

Eating and drinking every day alone is a huge expense.

It's like this bowl of black feather chicken soup.

The main ingredient is the meat of the black feather chicken demon, and the auxiliary ingredients are more century-old ginseng......

According to Chen Qingyang's judgment, to make such a bowl, it would cost a few taels of silver.

"Mother, the black feather chicken soup is a bit expensive, I won't drink it in the future, right?

Thinking of his parents, who usually live a very simple life, Chen Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

However.

Chen Kaishan, who was on the side, said very calmly:

"Don't worry, black feather chicken soup isn't a big expense. ”

"You don't know yet, do you? When your grandfather passed away the year before last, he left your mother an inheritance of hundreds of acres of fertile land in the town......

Hear this.

Chen Qingyang had a feeling of crying and laughing.

The look in his mother's eyes was as if he was saying, "Mother, it turns out that our family is a big landlord?" Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Follow.

Chen Qingyang, who did not have the slightest psychological burden, quickly ate a whole bowl of black feather chicken soup.

There's not a bit of scum left!

[Blood+0.01%]

A moment later, a text prompt appeared in front of Chen Qingyang's eyes.

"This black feather chicken soup is really a good thing that can warm and replenish qi and blood!"

Realizing that his qi and blood had strengthened again, Chen Qingyang was undoubtedly overjoyed in his heart.

At this time, after glancing at Li Yuan.

Chen Kaishan took out a small wooden box from his arms and immediately handed it directly to Chen Qingyang.

With a little confusion, Chen Qingyang opened the wooden box.

I saw that in the wooden box, there was a gray-brown round elixir.

It exudes a faint aroma, and the smell makes people feel a lot of qi and blood.

"Dad, is this ...... Petty Blood Pill?"

Chen Qingyang's heart jumped.

Because he knows very well that the petty blood pill is very, very expensive.

Value, to say the least, will cost fifty gold!

"That's right! It's the Bloody Pill!"

Patting Chen Qingyang on the shoulder, Chen Kaishan explained very seriously:

"I discussed it with your mother last night, anyway, you are not in a hurry to marry a daughter-in-law, just buy the money that our family has saved over the years into this little blood pill!"

"After a few years, you will be successful in martial arts, and the girls in the village will not be chosen by you!"

"If you are lucky, you become an internal strength martial artist, that is, the daughter of the mayor's family, maybe they will chase you and ask for marriage!"

Hearing the unfamiliar term "internal strength martial artist", Chen Qingyang couldn't help asking: "Dad, what is an internal strength martial artist?"

"Inner strength martial artist, that's amazing!"

Chen Kaishan said with a bit of longing: "To be able to become an internal strength martial artist, at the very least, you will have the power of a horse." ”

"One horse!"

"That's the strength of the thunder sun horse galloping, it's as much as a thousand catties. ”

"If you punch it out, the boulder will explode!"

"In short, any internal martial artist is not something that an external martial artist like your father can compete with. ”

............

Chen Qingyang nodded slowly when he heard this, and then asked, "Father, what is an external martial artist?"

"Practice your muscles and bones on the outside, and practice your breath on the inside, have you heard this sentence?"

It seems that Chen Qingyang had expected this question, and Chen Kaishan immediately replied: "Outside martial arts practitioners, this is what you mean!"

"Therefore, external practice is divided into three layers - easy skin, easy bones, and easy tendons!"

"The first person to practice outside has the power of ten chickens. ”

"The second weight is easy bones, and it has the power of twenty chickens. ”

"The third layer of easy tendon can burst out at any time with the power of thirty chickens. ”

After listening to such an explanation, Chen Qingyang finally understood that his father was probably in a martial arts stage.

The first weight of external practice!

"According to that, as long as I raise the three attributes of strength, speed, and physique to the level of 1.0, it is almost equivalent to the first level of external training?"

With such a judgment, Chen Qingyang immediately prepared to swallow the Xiaoqi Blood Pill.

See this.

Chen Kaishan reached out to dissuade him for the first time:

"Qingyang, this little qi and blood pill, you can't swallow it directly!"

"Because of the power of qi and blood contained in it, it is very strong. ”

"If you just eat it in one bite, but you can't turn this qi and blood into body strength in a short period of time, something big will happen!"

"It's like, if you overeat tonics, you will get nosebleeds......"

"You know that, right?"

"So, Xiaoqi Blood Pill, you have to pull a small thread out every day and eat it slowly, so that it won't be wasted. ”