Talking on the top of the lonely peak, Wang Anfeng naturally didn't know that the chain iron bucket on his body added up to at least two hundred catties, and a small part of the chain hanging on the ground accompanied his walking, scraping two extremely obvious marks on the steps, which can be seen

There is no internal strength, and the mountain road is quite steep and towering, and when he found the Qinghe River at the bottom of the mountain, Wang Anfeng was already wet with sweat, these two iron buckets were extremely heavy and heavy, but the capacity was extremely small, compared to the bucket, it was more like two big hammers, and two depressions were randomly taken out to carry water.

He struggled to fill it, but there was only about twenty catties of water, thinking of the terrible number of ten thousand catties, the young man gritted his teeth, turned around and trembled and climbed up the stone steps, when going down the mountain, the chain was like pressing a mountain peak, but when going up the mountain, it was like a brute bull pulling behind him, and the internal force of a Zen Gong in his body was oppressed by this brute force, but it began to impact his flesh and blood, which became more and more numb and unbearable, and it was painful.

It took him twice as long as he had descended to get back to the top.

In the place where he often practiced boxing, there were already ten huge water urns, and there were stone steps next to them to go up, obviously used to put his 10,000 catties of water, Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth, and carefully stepped on the stone steps that were simply too narrow, this body weight, if he fell, I am afraid that he would have to lie on the bed for at least a month, so although he was bound by iron chains, every nerve in his body was extremely tight at this time.

Even the soles of his feet stepped on the stone steps, and the contraction and force of each fast muscle were unprecedentedly clear, and he carefully flipped the flat burden, and poured the pitiful river water into the water urn, only a little wet on the bottom of the urn, exhaled lightly, and turned around to pour the water on the other side, but the weight on both sides was different, and he lost his balance, and because he was relieved, his nerves were relaxed, and his body was crooked, and he actually fell directly down.

Wang Anfeng's heart suddenly stagnated, this kind of weight, and there is no internal force to protect the body, he learned a little medical skills, and knew what the fate was, but just when he was about to smash on the ground, there was a palm on his back, holding the weight of hundreds of catties lightly, without even the slightest trembling, only hearing the crisp sound of the chain collision, trembling away in the night.

Wang Anfeng's heart was beating rapidly at this time, and while subconsciously saying thank you, Master, he opened his eyes and looked, but he could only see a sharp and cold face, and the expression on his face couldn't help but be sluggish, and at this time, the middle-aged scribe had already spoken coldly.

"Any way of hand-to-hand combat, the pace is the first, Shaolin attaches great importance to external skills, and attaches more importance to the control of body muscles, your ability is simply insulting to Shaolin Patriarch."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, looked at the cold scribe in front of him who saved him, and muttered in disbelief:

"Win...... Mr. Win? ”

"Hmph, what do you think you are doing after winning a small game?"

"You beat them not because you are strong, it's just that those opponents are too weak, go down the mountain and carry water!"

Wang Anfeng just wanted to thank him, but he heard a cold snort, and the palm behind him disappeared directly as if it had never existed, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground with the iron chain and iron bucket, because it was only a few dozen centimeters high, there was not much damage, but it also made Wang Anfeng grin in pain, and the other bucket turned up and buckled directly on his head, and when his forehead hurt, the water in it was sprinkled on his body, and in the night breeze, the more cool he saw.

After lying down for more than ten minutes, Wang Anfeng struggled to get up, he was not stupid, just after Mr. Win's words, he already saw that this punishment must also have a spiritual meaning, at least until now, there is no real harm to himself, otherwise the master will never stand idly by.

Thinking of this, he exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, gritted his teeth again and stepped on the mountain road, going down the mountain to carry water.

Going up and down the ground, ten hours have passed, until the sky is bright, Shaolin has heard the Zen sound Sanskrit, Wang Anfeng's figure staggered at the end of the mountain road, every step walked, sweat dripping, will sprinkle traces on the mountain road, his face has been extremely pale, his eyes are in a daze and struggle to change, each step, the moment required will be longer and longer, the last hundred steps took half an hour.

A goose-yellow feathered young bird fell on the iron bucket with a soft cry, Wang Anfeng's body trembled slightly, and he fell directly to the side, his eyes finally lost focus completely, and the middle-aged scribe who was falling closed his eyes slightly, and sneered.

"Yuanci, in this game, you lost again."

The monk on the opposite side chuckled, fell down, reversed in an impossible place, killed him with a dragon head, raised one hand, and raised his eyes to look at Mr. Win, who was slightly stunned in front of him.

"No ......"

Trample!!

The sound of extremely heavy footsteps sounded, accompanied by the roar of struggle, Mr. Win's pupils shrank, and he looked up suddenly, the young man who had reached the limit at the moment of landing, his right fist smashed heavily on the bluestone, supporting his body, his eyes were wide open, and the force was so great, the blade of his right fist had already collapsed, and blood was dripping, but he never put down the flat burden in his hand.

The flock of birds were frightened and scattered, and Wang Anfeng, who was soaked in clothes, struggled to get up, stepped on the stone steps step by step, and by instinct, poured the river water that was no longer much left into the water urn.

The young man's not tall body covered the sunlight, casting a heavy shadow on Mr. Win, whose eyes were slightly open, and the monk in front of him reached out and twisted all the sunspots and dragons from the chessboard, and said slowly:

"You're losing."

Bang

The sound of the iron chain was still clear, Wang Anfeng staggered down, turned around and walked towards the mountain road, but before he took a step, his brown eyes were already dim, and his steps were soft, and the pair of iron buckets came out of his hand, and the young man's pupils opened slightly, and he reached out to grab it.

"Also...... Not ...... enough."

Poof!

Before the iron bucket fell, Wang Anfeng's body had fallen heavily to the ground, and the iron bucket fell to the ground at this time, making a somewhat piercing sound, Wang Anfeng's eyes opened slightly, but his vision was dimming uncontrollably, and his palm was raised, trying his best to grab towards the iron bucket.

"No...... Enough, I want to ...... Go back ......."

"10,000 catties ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the vision returned to a dead silence, and the right hand fell weakly, blood flowing from the top of the fist, but it was thinned by the clear water scattered all over the ground.

The sound of clothes flying exploded, and Yuan Ci appeared beside Wang Anfeng like the wind, raised his hand and took a pulse, and his tense expression relaxed, and said:

"Lost ......"

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at his friend next to him, but the latter already had a cold face, and his fingers flew like flying to connect several of Wang Anfeng's big holes, Wang Anfeng's lips opened slightly, and in the blink of an eye, an elixir was bounced into his lips, which melted in his mouth and submerged into his body.

"Stupid, even more stupid than you!"

"Since he wants to go back so much, let him go back, he has already broken through the limit several times, and if he continues to practice, his body will not be able to support it even if he has pills. Give him three times the amount of Naqi Dan, and let him beat me for three hours every day with Shaolin Long Fist and this iron chain. ”

"Sleep, take a bath with chains for me, hum, splash all the way, it took ten hours today to pick up less than thirty catties of water, according to his speed, it will take nearly a year to complete this punishment!"

Yuan Ci used his internal strength to wash away Wang Anfeng's muscle soreness, and frowned when he heard this:

"If you don't add weight to him, it won't take a year."

The middle-aged scribe sneered and said:

"You don't have to worry, I have my own plans, he is your disciple after all, and I won't go too far."

Yuan Ci's heart was slightly relieved, and he heard him say lightly:

"This set of chains is only three thousand catties at the heaviest."