After Luo Xiaohu's popular science, Gong Bing not only had a better understanding of Dongzhou, but also had a deeper understanding of this qiteng recipe.

And there is another point, this Qiteng recipe was originally created by a friend of Director Luo Dacairo, and it is precisely because of this relationship that even in the eyes of Director Luo and Luo Xiaohu, this is a practice that has entered the evil path, they did not abandon and destroy it, but collected it in the library.

It can be regarded as a souvenir, and the right is to express a kind of memory for a former friend.

Because of talking about Dongzhou, Gong Bing thought of being a yellow race, why Director Luo resolutely left his hometown with his wife and children and crossed the ocean to Dakezhou, the reason behind Gong Bing has never been known, and Director Luo's family has never mentioned it.

There may be something unspeakable, but these belong to other people's privacy, even if he is a little curious, Gong Bing did not force to understand.

As for the Qi Teng Jue technique, Gong Bing did not give up because of Luo Xiaohu's words.

Although its side effects are extremely great, as Gong Bing himself said, the Qi Teng Jue can be used as the last killer weapon in the event of nine deaths.

If it really comes to the point where you are going to die, what difference does it make if you have a 780 percent or 100 percent chance of death?

Fortunately, Qi Teng Jue is not a practice method, but a special skill for qi and blood transportation and pranayama exertion, so it is not too complicated, and it does not take a lot of time to practice day and night.

It took Gong Bing less than an hour to memorize and memorize all the contents of Qi Tengjue.

From Luo Xiaohu's mouth, I learned that there was already a technique similar to Qi Teng Jue in the Heavenly Rank Exercises, which could stimulate potential and improve combat effectiveness in a short time, and it was more green and pollution-free, and it was precisely for this reason that the Qi Teng Jue Technique was useless for Heaven Rank martial artists, and it was too dangerous for Heaven Rank and below Heaven Rank martial artists.

In fact, he still had a guess in his heart, since the original intention of this exercise was to impact the Heavenly Rank, it seemed to explain that if it was used by a Heavenly Rank Martial Artist, the side effects might be much smaller, or even no side effects.

In Gong Bing's opinion, one of the reasons why heaven-level martial artists can use it may be that their physical bodies are more powerful, and the qi and blood in their bodies are thicker, so they can withstand the side effects of this exercise.

Gong Bing had speculated before that among the three attributes of strength, agility and physique, except for a few people who are talented, point 2.0 is a dividing line that distinguishes ordinary people from heaven-level martial artists.

Now, although Gong Bing has not yet reached the realm of the Heavenly Rank, the three measurements are all above 2.0, and he already has the physical fitness that can only be achieved by a Heavenly Rank martial artist.

Practicing martial arts is a gradual thing, and there will be no such strange situation as Gong Bing, but it is precisely because of the existence of the evolution point that there will be a strange existence like Gong Bing, so the question is, with Gong Bing's current conditions, can he withstand the side effects of using Qi Teng Jue?

No one can say for sure, and Gong Bing himself doesn't know it, so he doesn't dare to try it easily, so he can only bury this idea in his heart, and use Qi Teng Jue as a last resort.

Because he had been affected and nurtured by too many films, television and games in his previous life, Gong Bing also questioned it, but how can he be regarded as transcendent mortal with his three-dimensional attributes, which are only twice as large as ordinary people?

You must know that in film and television dramas and games, whether it is a hero or a villain BOSS, there are too many people who are seven or eight times more powerful, or even twenty or thirty times more powerful than ordinary people.

However, in this real world, it is very difficult to pile up one's three-dimensional attributes to 2.0 points just by exercising and cultivating.

Every improvement in the physical fitness of a warrior requires years of accumulation, which seems to be the law of this world, the closer to 2.0 points, the slower the speed of improvement.

At 2.0 o'clock, it is an invisible shackle that falls on human beings. Only after breaking this shackle and breaking through this shackle can the law be recognized, life can be sublimated, and the warrior can become an extraordinary existence.

Miwu is the core of martial arts, which includes the content of boxing, body, qi and blood circulation and transportation, such as Luo Wu's Sanhe Fist.

At the advanced stage of the human rank, the spirit of the warrior begins to be able to be initially released, and after combining with the strong physical body, it can generate potential, and then form a potential field, which is then through the special use of secret martial arts, and finally evolves into many powerful moves.

These moves are the so-called secret martial arts, coupled with the secret martial arts that can improve physical fitness, similar to internal strength, such as Tianluo Gong, secret martial artists can exert amazing lethality and destructive power.

The secret martial arts are the trunks, the secret methods are the roots and branches, the secret techniques are the leaves and fruits, they are a trinity, all of them are indispensable, and finally the body of the warrior is the earth that carries and nourishes them, all of which constitute the complete system of the secret martial arts.

While flipping through the books and thinking wildly, Gong Bing soaked in the library for almost a week, and his health was also very good, so slowly, he began to return to the old days of boxing and practice.

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Schattdecor is less than 300 kilometers away from Green Town, and although it is difficult to compare with the provincial capital of Lington, Schattdecor is still a large city with a population of more than one million.

It was already late at night, the stars were dotting, the quiet half moon was hanging high in the sky, and the streets just after the wee hours of the morning, except for those close to the city center, some of the farther urban districts had already taken off their hustle and bustle and quieted down.

On an empty street, occasionally a car will fly by, or a drunk or two will wobbly appear on the corner and then disappear at the other end.

In a corner of Schattdecor City, a chic bar is still lit up, as if it is still open.

At this time, the last customer in the bar had just checked out and left, and two young waiters were doing the final cleaning.

The bar owner was an old, gray-haired old man neatly dressed with reading glasses on the bridge of his nose as he sat in a chair behind the bar, sipping a drink and watching a TV show overhead.

The waiter quickly finished the job at hand, said hello to the boss and left.

Not long after the waiter left, the light bell rang out, and the door of the bar was pushed open from the outside, and the owner turned his head to see a man wearing a black cap and a dark trench coat walking in.

The man in the trench coat was in his early thirties, with a pair of dark eyes under the brim of his hat, a tall nose, and a small beard around his lips.

The man in the trench coat glanced around the store, and finally his eyes fell on the boss.

"This guest, the bar is closed, if you want to drink, please come back after ten o'clock tomorrow morning." The boss said to the man.

"I'm not here to drink." The man in the trench coat stared at the boss and said in a low voice: "I'm here to find you." ”

The boss put down his shot glass and looked at the other person with a frown, not searching for any information about the other party in his mind, he was sure that he did not know this person.

"Looking for me? I don't think we know each other, do you have anything to do? The boss took off his reading glasses and wiped them and asked.

"I'm here tonight to help you, and you don't know how much effort I put into finding your bar." The man in the trench coat locked the door of the store with his backhand, and then walked slowly towards the boss as he walked around the table and chair as he spoke.

Seeing the other party's movements, the boss knew that the person was not good, and the whole person became vigilant, he reached into the drawer of the bar, and then slowly stood up from his seat: "The stranger is standing there and don't move, if you turn around and leave the bar now, I can act as if nothing happened." ”

The man in the trench coat ignored his boss's warnings and walked towards him.

"I repeat, I don't know you, and if you get any closer, I'll call the police." The boss raised his voice and shouted.

"You don't know me, but I know you." The trench-robed man said slowly, and then a slight smile appeared on his vicissitudes of life: "Isaac Wellesley, the evil Adept. ”