The energy contained in the happy ball is too great, and the output must be controlled.

Xia Ji thought about it again, and according to the output size, it was divided into four modes.

The output is from small to large, in order of "casual mode", "normal mode", "serious mode", "dignity mode".

Each mode is subdivided into combos and clicks, a total of eight types, named "Xia Ji Eight Exercises".

Xia Ji walked to an earthen wall, seven or eight paces away.

"Random Mode: One Punch!"

Xia Ji threw a punch in the air.

A hole was made in the earthen wall.

"Random Mode: Continuous Punch!"

Xia Ji threw more than a dozen punches in the air.

Boom Boom!

The earthen walls were full of holes, like jeans swept by a machine gun, and finally they could not bear it, and collapsed with a bang, and dust splattered.

Xia Ji was surprised, can the random mode with the least power reach this level.

"Summer ...... Uncle!"

With a delicate voice, a five- or six-year-old girl with a double bun walked into the courtyard, holding a rag doll in her hand.

A fragment of memory appeared in Xia Ji's mind, this little girl's name is Guoguo, and she is the younger sister of her senior sister Yunping.

Yunping and Xia Ji have a very close relationship, so Guoguo also likes to play with Xia Ji.

Xia Ji pretended not to hear, and when Guoguo came closer, he suddenly turned his head and shouted.

Frightened Guoguo, she almost fell into the pile of fallen leaves.

"Uncle Xia, you are scaring people again, I won't play with you anymore!"

The little girl is carved in pink, and the baby's fat tender face makes people can't help but want to pinch it, it's really cute.

"Guoguo, don't you usually call me brother, why do you call me uncle?" Xia Ji said with a smile.

"Because...... You are old, and your mother said that the younger one is called brother, and the old one is called uncle. Guoguo thought for a moment and replied.

"Where am I old?" Xia Ji couldn't help but laugh, he was only eighteen years old now.

Good little fresh meat, how can you say that you become an uncle and become an uncle.

"You don't have hair anymore, I feel old. Guoguo picked up her feet and wanted to touch Xia Ji's bald head.

Does a bald head look old? Xia Ji was speechless.

Xia Ji squatted down and let Guoguo's little hands experience the feeling of shiny bald heads.

"Guoguo, there is a sugar cake in my brother's house, do you want to eat it?" Xia Ji thought that he had just bought a snack, just for the child to eat.

"Okay, okay!" Guoguo clapped her hands happily, her eyes bent into crescent moons.

Guoguo's happiness turned into a point of energy light, which merged into the happy ball in Xia Ji's body, and the ball of light grew a little stronger.

"Guoguo, brother is nothing here, if a stranger wants you to go with him, do you have to refuse to know?" Xia Ji looked at Guoguo's cute appearance and felt that it was necessary to popularize safety education.

"Well, let's go eat candy!" Guoguo said impatiently.

Seeing that Guoguo didn't seem to listen, Xia Ji frowned and said, "Let's test you a question first, if a stranger invites you to go to his house to eat candy, how do you answer?"

"Okay, okay!" said Guoguo happily again.

Xia Ji helplessly supported his forehead, his face became solemn, he picked up the rag doll in Guoguo's hand, and pretended to be fierce: "Guoguo, if a stranger wants you to go with him, you must refuse, otherwise...... You're going to end up like this doll!"

Click!

The rag doll's head was broken off by Natsuji.

"Wow wow...... Uncle bullies!" Guoguo ran away crying.

Xia Ji showed a satisfied look, although he used too much force, but the safety education was in place, and the child must have a sense of anti-abduction.

Xia Ji returned to the room and looked at a mirror on the table, only to see a slick head with no hair left.

Really bald.

Although he is still a little handsome, he does look old-fashioned because he is bald.

Xia Ji doesn't care anymore, a man's strength is not in his appearance.

This world is respected by martial arts, and everyone has come, so you have to become stronger as soon as possible.

Although there are happy balls, this ghost ball may not be reliable, relying on yourself is the king.

So, Xia Ji came to the courtyard and began regular exercise.

In his previous life, Xia Ji did 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and 10 kilometers of long-distance running every day, and his physical fitness was quite strong.

But now, Xia Ji has only done 30 push-ups, and he is out of breath and can't do it anymore.

Although this body is as similar as nine percent from its previous life, it is still too weak, and there is still something wrong with the heart.

Sure enough, in memory, the martial arts cultivation of the predecessor was the lowest existence in the sect, but the cultural level was higher, so he could still manage the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

I'm stupid, isn't there a martial arts technique in this world, and it won't be over if you practice it.

Xia Ji patted his head, searched for his memory, and found that the martial arts cultivation of his predecessor was really indescribably weak, not even as good as the amateur fighters of the earth.

Xia Ji entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and hungrily flipped through the exercises and scriptures that his predecessor could not look at or dare to see.

Xia Ji is the administrator of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and every corner is very familiar, and even some high-level disciples in the pavilion can only enter, and it is not a forbidden area for him.

"Floating Light Shadow Swordsmanship", "Thirteen Swords of Rouyun", "Heavenly Wind Fierce Sword", ......

The practice of pulling the wind with the name of a door passed in front of him, but it was useless.

Most of them are swordsmanship, because the ancient sword sect is a sword cultivation sect.

Cultivating swordsmanship requires true qi, and Xia Ji has no true qi, his predecessor practiced at the age of six, and after practicing for ten years, he did not produce a trace of true qi, and he belonged to the bottom of the sect.

To be true qi, you need to practice internal strength, and practicing internal strength requires a long period of meditation, not a matter of a moment.

The courtyard in front of the attic.

Xia Ji wore a thick fur hat and held a copy of "Basic Internal Strength" to study carefully.

"Basic Internal Strength" is the entry of the disciples of the ancient sword sect, according to the method in the book, the intention is to keep the dantian, and when breathing, meditation has a qi slowly flowing into the dantian, and the dantian has a sense of qi, which is considered to be the entry.

It's easy to say, but it's hard to do, and many people have practiced all their lives without feeling angry.

It looks so hard, I can't learn it.

Xia Jizheng sighed, practiced casually, and suddenly felt that there was a wisp of true qi in the dantian, like a little mouse arching back and forth, warm and quite soothing.

How is it possible to generate true qi so quickly?

Xia Ji couldn't believe it, if he wanted to cultivate the first wisp of true qi, it would take seven or eight years to be slow, and it would take a month to be fast, how could he refine his true qi in a few seconds?

Could it be that I am the only martial arts wizard in ten thousand?

Xia Ji tried again according to the method of "Basic Internal Strength", and this time he found that when he exercised his skills, the happy ball in his body separated a point of light and integrated into the dantian, and then produced a wisp of true qi.

It turns out that with the help of happy balls, you can generate true qi, not because you are talented.

Xia Ji was a little surprised, this happy ball is a bit powerful, not only can it be used as energy, but it can also help him cultivate.

Every time the internal power is run, it can refine a trace of happiness ball, and the true qi will also grow by one point.

Xia Ji sat and practiced, and the true qi of the dantian grew rapidly.

In just one minute, the true qi has filled the whole body, and dozens of entrances in the body have broken through one by one, only to feel that the meridians of the whole body are like mercury circulating everywhere, which is extremely comfortable, and the gestures seem to bring up a layer of hot airflow.

At this time, Xia Ji's true qi had far exceeded the upper limit of "Basic Internal Strength", a most ordinary exercise, and he had the feeling of being a peerless divine skill.

Xia Ji was directly promoted from the early stage of external refining to the realm of the peak of internal refining, and he was only one step away from the innate level.