In this month's time, Zhao Zhong not only practiced the "watermelon arc" after the first ten days, but also began to practice the "ball arc".

But as soon as the ball hits the shoulder, it deforms.

After Zhao Zhong saw it, he specially found a mirror, replaced it with a watermelon, and compared the "arc" action, and thought about it for a long time before putting the ball on it, and his wrist was right on his ear.

"This is the "arc"? He looked at the shape in the mirror and kept this motion, and for a whole day, when he was dizzy with hunger, he took a bite of medicinal food.

It was only after two or three days of hard training at night that he began to walk back and forth cautiously with the ball in his arms.

Especially during the crossing period, his mind was highly concentrated, and after a long time, Zhao Zhong really groped out the doorway, and felt that his waist seemed to be "alive", and he really held out an "arc" shaped circle.

"Is this done?"

Smack—

When Zhao Zhong was crossing, he put the ball down, stood in front of the wooden pile, twisted his waist and sat across, just like the footsteps took root, the power went from the soles of his feet to his waist, and then twisted, and then to the shoulders, and the shoulders went up again.

And this set of power skills is only a short breath.

But the wooden stake looked like it had been hit by a heavy object of two or three hundred catties, and it had been hit a little loosely by Zhao Zhong's "bear backer".

You must know that this wooden stake is fixed on the ground by a steel frame, and Zhao Zhong is also exerting his strength in an inch, without any retreat or running.

"Although I can feel that the strength is much greater than before, the force is still too slow, and the technique is still very rusty."

Zhao Zhong thought in his heart, touched the wooden stake, and after seeing that there was no damage to the chassis shelf, he secretly praised that the wooden stake produced in this factory did not cut corners, so he picked up the ball again and began to walk back and forth.

After that, for the rest of the month, Zhao Zhong did not leave the training room and dormitory for half a step, except for squeezing out two hours to go to the old Chinese medicine doctor to take out a cart of medicinal food again.

In January, the police officers were at work during the day, and when no one disturbed him, he practiced the bear-shaped style in the training room, consolidated his strength skills, and brushed the dragon shape a few times by the way to avoid rustiness.

In the evening, when everyone got off work, after the police station was quiet, he practiced in the dormitory bear-shaped standing pile strength, three-body strength, scattered strength, and strive to send and receive strength in the heart, so that the heart moved, the body did it, and the strength was also sent.

That's it.

Time flies, and the white horse flies.

Zhao Zhong spent his life like a "hermit immortal".

No one has been looking for him in the past month, and nothing has happened that has happened, and there has been no incident of collecting money, let alone any tasks triggered.

But on the other hand, in such a stable state of life, it inevitably fits Zhao Zhong's mind, giving him time to calm down and practice martial arts.

And except that nothing happened this month.

In the next month, because the early winter has arrived, close to the end of the year, the various underworld gangs are also very calm on the premise of wanting to have a stable New Year.

So, Zhao Zhong practiced for two months.

In the past two months, he has only practiced the bear shape and the dragon form, and no longer looks at other Xingyi boxing methods, and strives to practice these two forms first, practicing a "shape" and "meaning".

However, in the past two months, Zhao Zhong has been practicing happily in this "like a different world" life, but after he soaked in a medicinal bath a month ago, there is not much money and medicinal food left...

..

On a night in early December, the wind was gusting and the pedestrians on the street were already wearing sweaters.

Two months later, it was already the winter solstice.

But Zhao Zhong in the training room, because he had just finished practicing the dragon and bear shapes, was sweating profusely and wearing a vest, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the night scenery outside the window.

"It's been two months since I started practicing the bear and dragon forms. And I've been in this world for three whole months.."

When Zhao Zhong looked at the pedestrians on the road, his thoughts drifted away, and he seemed to miss the real world a little.

But when he felt a little hungry in his stomach, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to take out the medicinal food, but he was troubled by the matter of money.

【Body Data】

Punch force: 297 kg

Body strength: 103 kg

100 meters speed: 9.47 seconds

Cell activity was 100%, time remaining: 109:15:32

Cell Sleep Time: 234:48:35

During the current training, the average consumption multiplier: 53 times

Remaining medicinal diet: 736 catties

Bearer card balance: 47276

110% Overload Operation: Not on

[Opening conditions: 100% cell activity, time >100 hours]

This is the data displayed on Zhao Zhong's phone.

In addition to the fact that his physique has increased significantly, and that he can turn on the overload state at any time, it can also be seen that he has no money.

In particular, he has also consumed nearly 2,300 catties of medicinal food in the past two months, which is about 450,000 yuan in cash.

In addition, on the premise that the last medicated bath was all good medicine, this adds up to about 600,000.

This is still the opening of many stores on Lingyun Street, and when he occasionally gives him red envelopes, he makes up for this big leak, and by the way, he also buys a lot of medicinal food.

Otherwise, Zhao Zhong didn't have to do anything in the past two months, and he practiced martial arts every day, and his cells would have starved to death.

"The last medicated bath gave me forty more days. But with only five days left before that deadline, it's time to find some way to make money."

When Zhao Zhong looked at his phone and pondered, he felt that it was a good day tonight, and he should go find something to do.

Thereupon.

He pointed his finger and sent a text message to Chen Yongren.

'Go ahead and pick me up at the police station'

After the text message was edited and sent, Zhao Zhong took out the medicinal food and began to eat it in a big gulp.

After a while, after his two-pound meal was swallowed, about ten minutes later, the horn of "Didi" sounded downstairs in the police station.

"Here we are."

As soon as Zhao Zhong heard this, after drinking two more glasses of cold boiled water, he picked up a brand-name jacket that Wang Xu bought for him, and went downstairs "stepping", without wearing any police uniform.

It's not that you can't wear something that you can't see today.

But after Zhao Zhong practiced the bear shape for two months, his shoulders and waist were obviously "fat", and the original police uniform could no longer be worn.

But in the eyes of the police officers in the police station, his brother Zhong is a little too strong. If the skin is darker, it really looks like a "human black bear", walking in their police station every day.

Tread—

After going downstairs, Zhao Zhong's footsteps were light and heavy, and he landed silently, like a snake circling, as if he was practicing his body all the time.

And the fact is that Zhao Zhong is indeed practicing the dragon form.

"If you don't practice your hands for three days, you can practice more on your bear-shaped hands and work your dragon-shaped feet."

He thought in his heart, wearing this brand-name jacket, he walked slowly and silently, and came to Chen Yongren, who was smoking with his head bowed next to the car.

"Everyone, right?"

Zhao Zhong asked Chen Yongren, who didn't know that he had come to him.

"Brother Zhong?" After Chen Yongren noticed that his vision was dark, when he looked up and saw that it was Zhao Zhong, he hurriedly extinguished the cigarette in his hand and helped Zhao Zhong open the car door first.

"Bring it, it's all waiting for us at the intersection of the winding mountains."

"Just come."

Zhao Zhong smiled and sat in the car.

And he "went out of the mountain" this time, that is, he was going to find the second generation, and by the way, he would see if he could show the boxing techniques he had practiced in the past two months.

After all, the national art is used to kill people.

"I've practiced the national art for so long, I don't hit people, I just hit the wooden stake every day, what kind of punch can I practice.."

Zhao Zhong pondered, and when he leaned on the somewhat stiff and stumbling seat again, he suddenly thought in his heart, feeling that he was waiting for the money, or he had to replace the broken car first.