The people of the Star Federation are martial and martial, and the cultivators with superior combat power enjoy the supreme position, and the citizens of the Federation all regard it as the greatest honor to embark on the road of cultivation.

Even if you can't become a cultivator, you like to work hard, sharpen your muscles and bones, sculpt your body, and maintain the habit of cultivation for life.

Therefore, fitness clubs, training halls and martial arts schools can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, and the people who practice in them are not necessarily some vicious martial arts masters, most of them are law-abiding and disciplined students and office workers.

When Li Yao saw the sign of "Military Path Wolf Killing Cultivation Hall", he had a little more confidence.

He knew that most of the bosses in such places were fanatical cultivation enthusiasts, and they refined "cottage strengthening elixirs", most of which were for themselves and the members of the cultivation hall, and making money was not the primary purpose, so they often spared no cost, and the quality was also guaranteed to a certain extent.

Touching the spider pattern on his face, Li Yaoxin walked in.

In the strength training room of about three or four hundred square meters, more than a dozen muscular and sweaty strong men are smashing barbells, steel cables and iron pieces to the ground, and there is a big man in the corner who is smashing a sandbag.

Li Yao swept around and found that the weight of these big men was not too high, and their faces were relatively stocky and kind, giving people a sense of not being fierce, and they seemed to be ordinary office workers, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and feel more at ease.

He walked into the corner, ready to ask the strong man who was punching the sandbag—this gentleman seemed to be the kindest.

This strong man, but he happened to lunge closely, stabbed with his back hand, punched hard, blasted out all his strength, smashed the sandbag high, and hit Li Yao's face just in the face, making a "pop" sound.

The strong man let out an "ah" and said hurriedly: "Are you okay?" ”

Li Yao shook his head, his nose was a little sour, the wings of his nose twitched twice, and he shook his head and said, "It's okay, where is Director Zhao?" ”

……

Behind the strength training room, in a small tea room, a strong man sits on two army-green cushions, two tea jars are placed in the middle, and cooked vegetables such as bacon, roast chicken, and peanuts are placed.

The one on the left was about forty or fifty years old, with a wolf head tattoo with a military thorn tattoo on his pitted bald head, and his left arm was cut off from the shoulder blade, replaced by a spiritual prosthetic leg engraved with thousands of runes.

The person on the right, however, is a young man who seems to be less than thirty years old, wearing a very low-key gray military trench coat, which has been worn for many years, and has been washed white and faded.

If Li Yao saw this person, he would definitely be so excited that he collapsed - this young man was the idol in the minds of all the students of Chixiao No. 2 Middle School, the upstart in the circle of cultivators in Fuge City, the monk of the foundation building period, and the demon sword Peng Hai!

At this moment, Peng Hai did not have the slightest strong cultivator's breath, he raised the teapot and said cheerfully to the bald tattooed man: "Old instructor, come, for the sake of our fierce battle years in the Demon Beast Wasteland, another drink!" ”

In the tea jar, it is obviously the most inferior second pot head, Peng Hai, a great monk with fine clothes and jade food, and extreme luxury, seems to have seen the elixir and jade liquid, drank it all, and smacked his tongue loudly: "Good wine, this is the thing that men should drink!" ”

The bald tattooed man used a spiritual prosthetic leg, grabbed the teapot a little stiffly, and said with emotion: "Ah Hai, I know that you kid is emotional, affectionate, even if you become a cultivator in the foundation building period, you will not forget our old comrades-in-arms who were born and died together back then!" But if you have the heart, it's just a matter of coming to me every once in a while to drink, there's really no need to keep cultivating here with me - my place is an amateur level, and the level is very low, you are a foundation building stage cultivator, and you are a waste of time here to be proficient! ”

Peng Hai smiled: "Old instructor, the friendship between us is not something that can be clearly explained by the words 'birth and death', I think back then, we carried out the 'Black Blade Operation' together, if you hadn't helped me block that, I would have died a long time ago, where can I still be a cultivator in the foundation building period?" And the old instructor you ......"

His gaze swept to the bald tattooed man's left hand, and Peng Hai's voice also had a touch of heaviness, "But I lost my entire left arm, and even my heart was blown off by 70%, from the thirteenth layer of the Qi refining period, I fell back to the level of an ordinary martial artist, and I had to leave the 'wolf group'......"

The bald tattooed man waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "The road to cultivation is full of dangers, nine deaths and one life, since you have embarked on this road of no return, Lao Tzu has long pinned his head to the waistband of his trousers, ready to die at any time!" What's it if you just lose a hand? If you can't even see through this, wouldn't it be safer to go home and work as a white-collar worker to beg for a wife? You don't have to keep that incident in mind, let's come out to repair the truth, break your hands and feet or go back to your hometown to sell salted duck eggs, it depends on God's happiness, it's all fate! My broken hand is my destiny, what does it have to do with you? Besides, if you don't let me fix it, then I won't fix it, Lao Tzu takes a lot of 'veterans' disability allowance every month, drinks a little wine, skewers are made, and there is no shortage of ** on the bed every day, I don't know how chic and happy I am! And the old comrades-in-arms who are still in the army, yes, there are many people who have become cultivators in the foundation building period, and even two great monks who have been knotted, so what? Maybe tomorrow it will become a bubble of in the belly of the demon beast, and there will be no scum left! Thinking about it this way, I've earned it, hahahaha! ”

Peng Hai said happily: "I can afford to take it and put it down, it is the old instructor in my memory, a tough guy with iron bones!" However, there is one point, the old instructor is wrong, I come to you every day, not to waste time, but to carry out very important cultivation. ”

The bald tattooed man's eyes widened: "Cultivation? What tricks can you practice in a place like mine? ”

Peng Hai smiled faintly and explained: "My instantaneous spiritual energy explosiveness has reached the 'Advanced Stage of Foundation Building', but it is very unstable, and at the critical juncture of several battles, I have accidentally fallen back to the 'Middle Level of Foundation Building', and I almost died - this is because my absolute strength has increased too quickly, and the control of my strength has not yet reached home." If you want to truly stand firm in the 'high level of foundation building period', or even hit the realm of 'peak foundation building period', you must completely solve this problem! ”

The bald tattooed man pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "You are one of the youngest Foundation Building Stage cultivators in the Federation, advancing too fast will indeed bring about the problem of unstable foundation, how are you going to solve it?" ”

Peng Hai said with a smile: "In order to control my own strength, every time I go to the old instructor's 'Military Path Wolf Killing Cultivation Hall', I will suppress my strength at 3% and only exert 3% of my strength to carry out overload training!" ”

The bald tattooed man suddenly realized: "It turns out that you only played 3% of your strength? No wonder I can't feel the slightest breath of a cultivator from you. ”

Peng Hai nodded: "I have been holding on to the state of 3% for a month, so when I let go of the restrictions and exert 100% of my strength, I feel that my explosive power has been greatly improved in an instant, and my control over spiritual energy has also increased a lot!" My goal is to finally be able to suppress my own strength at 1%, and I can also train and fight with overload, and if I can do it, I will definitely be able to rush to the peak realm of the foundation building period! ”

After a pause, he smiled regretfully, "The instability of spiritual power is my biggest weakness, and I don't want others to know, so I can only go to the old instructor to cultivate - in Fuge City, I only believe in two people, and the old instructor is one of them, but unfortunately your members here are too weak, and none of them can withstand my three-minute attack with 3% strength!" Just doing strength training seems to be a breath away. ”

The bald tattooed man glared at him: "My members here are all serious office workers, salarymen, and not professional martial artists, of course it is not enough for you to fight, even if you only use 3% of your strength, it is pure torture!" However, don't say that the old instructor doesn't take care of you, I know that you are looking for a skilled sparring partner, so I specially contacted a gold medal sparring partner who is well-known in the circle, and I will be there later. ”

When Peng Hai heard this, he became interested: "Oh? Isn't it amazing? ”

The bald tattooed man said: "I was also introduced by a friend, and I haven't seen it, but this person has been in the underground ghost market for many years, and has been a professional sparring partner in several martial arts halls, and it is said that he has a strong ability to resist hits, and he has a nickname called 'Iron Turtle', which should be able to hold you for three minutes with 3% of your strength, right?" ”

The entire wall to the left of the tea room is a one-way transparent glass, and when you look out from the inside, you can see the situation of the strength training room.

While the two were talking, they happened to see Li Yao walk in and be smashed in the face by a sandbag, but he looked like nothing happened.

"He's here, how's it going, okay?" The bald tattooed man stood up.