The sky is bright, the morning dew is falling from the tips of the grass seedlings, the residents above the stream are still asleep, and the back kitchen of the café is a faint smoke.

Lady Martha grinds her cocoa head while paying attention to the soup boiling in the pot.

"Ye Luo, the soup is cooked, you hand a bowl to the kid at the door."

"Okay, Aunt Martha."

Guan Yeluo scrubbed yesterday's dishes and chopsticks, and at Martha's order, he picked up a bowl and filled a bowl of porridge.

Walk towards the outside of the café.

"Ahh

The first thing Fang Wei did when he woke up from his deep sleep was to sneeze.

Well, it's morning.

Fang Wei slept comfortably last night, and the quilt given by Guan Yeluo was very warm.

After putting away the quilt, Fang Wei heard footsteps coming from the café.

Guan Yeluo came out of the café with a bowl of steaming porridge, looked at Fang Wei angrily, sat down, handed the porridge and spoon to Fang Wei, and walked back.

"That, thank you Ye Luo."

Fang Wei didn't know how to express his gratitude to Guan Yeluo for his help, so he could only say in an old-fashioned tone.

"You don't stand in the way of the store and hinder business, which is the best thank you to me."

Guan Yeluo said angrily.

Fang Wei looked embarrassed and said embarrassedly: "I'll do my best." ”

Drinking porridge, Fang Wei thought about how to solve the problem in his legs.

This paralyzing force in my legs is very special, no matter how hard I try, my legs just can't give me a response.

"Hey, young man, you're still here."

Just when Fang Wei was drinking porridge and thinking about things, Uncle Boke suddenly appeared next to Fang Wei and startled him, and the bowl of porridge in his hand almost spilled.

Fang Wei took the bowl steadily, and after exhaling, he looked at the old man in front of him angrily and said.

"Did you know that people can be scared to death!"

Fang Wei was really angry, if it weren't for the chocolate bar that this old man gave him yesterday, he would definitely ignore him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention."

Uncle Poke noticed the anger on Fang Wei's face, realized that his behavior was a little reckless, and said apologetically.

Fang Wei saw that Uncle Boke's apology was quite sincere, so he didn't care.

"If you don't go in to eat, what are you staying with me for?"

Fang Wei finished drinking the porridge, and when he saw that the old man beside him was still there, he asked helplessly.

"Nothing."

"I ......,"

Fang Wei was so angry with Uncle Polk that he almost burst into foul language, in Fang Wei's opinion, isn't Uncle Polk making fun of him.

Uncle Polk seemed to be very satisfied that he had won back the city, and walked into the café humming a tune, Fang Wei shook his head again and again, thinking that this old man was really a bad taste.

No, no matter what happens today, you have to untie the shackles on your legs, otherwise, you don't know how many people you have to be played with like this, Fang Wei thought in his heart, his body also reacted, and one after another spiritual power rushed towards his legs, but whenever the spiritual power was about to reach his legs, he felt like he had entered a puddle of mud, and he was silent.

Damn, what the hell is going on, do I really have to admit myself to such a failure?

Fang Wei's mind was tangled for a while, he had used all the methods he could think of since yesterday, but his legs just didn't respond.

"Young man, you can read this book, maybe it will help you."

Just when Fang Wei was entangled, Uncle Poke came out of the café and put a book wrapped in cowhide in front of Fang Wei.

Fang Wei picked up the book suspiciously, glanced at Poke, who seemed to be urging him to turn the book, and opened a place in the book where this crease was obvious.

Fang Wei found that the words on the book were very similar to those in the Cultivation Continent, but they were simpler.

Alas, there's no hope for it anyway, so let's take a look.

Fang Wei put the little hope he had left in this book, although he didn't think there was much hope.

But after reading it, Fang Wei found that the information given to him by this book was really useful.

"Where did you get this book?"

Fang Wei closed the book and asked Polk curiously.

Polk said with a smug smile.

"An old friend stayed here, but the translator was translated by me, so it's useful."

"Well, it's quite useful, thank you."

Fang Wei said sincerely, and then closed his eyes, he knew why he couldn't let his legs react, all because he walked into a misunderstanding.

Fang Wei thought that his leg was paralyzed because of the spiritual power of a middle-aged man, but this was not the case, the paralysis of his leg was not caused by spiritual power, but a vibration similar to rhythm.

Fang Wei remembered at this time that when fighting with a middle-aged man, every time the other party used spiritual power, there would be a stiff vibration sound in his chest.

In this book, there is a very detailed explanation of spiritual power, saying that spiritual power is actually composed of many small particles, and the particles themselves are also vibrating.

As long as the human body can emit the same vibration rhythm as a certain amount of spiritual power, you can make the spiritual power act in the direction of vibration, in the same way, this can also be used for other people's spiritual power, but the conditions are very harsh, unless your body is stronger than the other party, and you can send out the rhythm of the same rhythm as the other party but with stronger intensity, then, you can manipulate the other party's spiritual power to make it out of the control of the original host, such as Fang Wei's legs, that is, Fang Wei's thunder spear spiritual power revitalized into Fang Wei's legs, The vibration frequency of the middle-aged man's body blocked Fang Weihe's connection with his legs.

"It seems that the middle-aged man's physical fitness is really stronger than mine."

Fang Wei sighed, he didn't believe the middle-aged man's words, but after reading the book, he believed it.

"Young man, although I don't know what this book is about, I still understand a little bit, you can stand up as long as you are stronger."

"My body is stronger, my body has reached its limit."

Fang Wei said bitterly.

When Bock heard Fang Wei's words, his face sank, and his tone was extremely serious: "Don't set an end point for yourself easily, even if this end is far enough away. ”

"I never thought about it that way, but I know my body, and he's at his limit."

"Fart, people have no limit, it is the will of man that determines the limit, it is here."

Pock said, pointing to his head.

"You are a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, you can speak so lightly to the limit, I, a seventy-year-old man, still insist on running every morning, you have to stand up, don't let me look down on you."

Maybe Poke's words really inspired Fang Wei, or maybe Fang Wei didn't believe that his body had reached its limit with the help of "Strengthening the Body" deep down.

Seeing Fang Wei's gradually firm face, Boke was very comforted, he didn't mistake this young man.

Boke didn't want to get anything from Fang Wei, his kind actions towards Fang Wei were all because of Fang Wei's strong heart that touched him, giving him a plan to help him grow, even if his strength was minimal.

This scene between Fang Wei and Boke was seen by Xia who was far away on the street, Xia sat in the jeep, a smile appeared on his face, and said to himself: "Boy, our competition will continue, I will wait for you in the barracks, recruit." ”