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The steps are as calm as a mountain, and the palms are like dragons in the sea.

Stimulate the power of medicine and multiply the spirit.

Ding Feng practiced the palm technique, over and over again, under the urging of the exercises, the medicinal power quickly integrated into all parts of the body, tempering the body, and exuberant qi and blood.

His aura was rapidly rising, and every moment felt different, and his palm technique was also driven by the medicinal power, refining again, approaching the realm of perfection.

Five, ten, twenty, thirty!

Syllable!

By the thirtieth time, the medicinal power had been attenuated by half, but Ding Feng was still immersed in the exercises, and when he hit the eighteenth palm, all kinds of realizations crossed his mind, his palms trembled, and the sharp palm technique became mediocre, and the momentum was reined in.

If it is clumsy, the exercise is complete.

At this moment, Ding Feng cultivated Guiyuan Decision to the realm of consummation.

At the same time, his body trembled, and his breath soared suddenly, until he reached a certain apex before he could stop.

At the end of the thirty-six palms, Ding Feng closed his palms and stood.

Taking a slight breath, the corners of his mouth curved, and the arc became larger and larger, and finally he couldn't help it and suppressed his laughter.

"The exercise is complete, the foundation is at its peak, and it is really a double happiness. Ding Feng was very proud, "I miss me Ding Feng, and I am also a martial arts genius!"

Of course, there is one sentence he did not say: with the assistance of the system.

"With the system, a certain Zhennai Wu King got Jiang Taigong, Liu Taizu met Zhang Liang, this system, really my Taigong, my son Fang also!"

Shaking his head proudly, overjoyed.

After a while, Ding Feng calmed down, he came to the water tank, and when he saw that there was still some water in it, he took off his clothes and rinsed off his stinky sweat.

After cleaning, as soon as he clenched his fists, he felt the strength surging all over his body, and his body was like a volcanic eruption, full of strength.

"My current strength? One punch down, it is definitely three hundred catties. ”

After the foundation is laid, the strength is often measured by punching 300 catties.

Now that he has reached the peak of foundation laying and has completed the foundation building, he will definitely have three hundred catties of strength.

"I'll report to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion tomorrow and receive human-level exercises!"

If you want to continue to cultivate, you must have exercises in the next realm, and such exercises are treasured in the Scripture Pavilion.

The foundation laying exercises can be learned by everyone, but the human-level exercises of the next realm are difficult to obtain, even if Ding Feng is the grandson of the patriarch, he can't get it before he reaches the peak of foundation laying.

A sweet sleep until the sun rises.

"Who has a big dream, I know it in my life, I have a dream for three thousand years, and I want to build a big harem!

I made fun of myself, and my mood was even better.

Ding Feng washed his face, pouted, and made two punches to consolidate, and then thought of a question, "There is no food, hehe, we are not afraid, the foundation is complete, the treatment will naturally be improved, it's a big deal to go to the public canteen in the clan to eat!"

The so-called public canteen is used by servants, and the quality of the food is naturally not high.

After closing the courtyard door, the smile on Dingfeng's face disappeared, and he remained silent as usual.

Dingjiabao is very large, there is a siege within a radius of ten miles, like a tiny city, well-defended, here, most of them are the Ding family, the direct side branches, and the Zhuang households who are attached to the Ding family to save zài, it is simply a small kingdom.

The head of the Ding family is the Emperor of the Earth here.

Although Ding Feng is not taken seriously, he is a descendant after all, and naturally lives in the core place, not far from the Scripture Pavilion.

At this time, most of the clansmen had just gotten up, or were cultivating, and they didn't meet many people on the way. Even if he touched it, it was just a passerby, at most he nodded to Ding Feng, and walked over expressionlessly.

The Pavilion is not large, only four floors, and it is not eye-catching.

Coming here, for some reason, Ding Feng was a little nervous.

"My predecessor longed to enter it, but I often sneaked a look, but I couldn't get in, and now it's ......!"

Ding Feng felt sad for his predecessor.

Realistic and brutal world.

Grandpa is like a ruthless king, high up, looking down on the Ding family, with only genius in his eyes.

Rustle!

There was an old man in front of the door, slowly sweeping the fallen leaves, swaying, as if he was about to fall down at any time, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as an old dragon clock.

But Ding Feng knew that this old man was the gatekeeper who guarded the Zangjing Pavilion, and others called him Grandpa Cang.

"Could it be that this Grandpa Cang is a sweeping monk?"

Ding Feng thought strangely.

"Little one, if you want to enter the Scripture Pavilion, you must have a Blackwood Token. ”

Grandpa Cang stopped, turned his head to look at Ding Feng and smiled.

"Grandpa Cang, I just reached the peak of foundation laying, and I came here today to test, and I asked Grandpa Ding to verify it. ”

Ding Feng gave a salute and said respectfully.

"With your bone age, now that the foundation is complete, you can barely make do, even if you can't become a strong person, it's not difficult to make a living. Grandpa Cang nodded, and gave a comfort that was not comforting, "Come on, go all out towards the soft gold stone." ”

Ding Feng did not hesitate, and immediately walked over and slapped the soft gold stone, just for the test.

This kind of soft gold stone is very peculiar, soft and tough, not as hard as metal, but has the toughness that other metals are difficult to achieve, and is also known as soft iron.

What's even more specific is that a hundred catties of strength can make an inch of imprint, which is suitable for testing the strength of a martial artist.

"Open it for me!"

Heavy waist stepping, toes gripping the ground, calves trembling, regular like cicada wings inciting, big tendons collapsing, like a long bow tight, twisting the waist to gather strength, transmitted to the shoulders, through the arms, flicking the wrists, the third style of the state of perfection of the Guiyuan palm method 'palm push the mountain peak open' slapped forward.

Bang......!

The soft gold stone trembled slightly, Ding Feng's palm sank in, and after the palm left, the palm print was still clear, but after two breaths, it quickly recovered as before.

"Three inches and five points, three hundred and fifty pounds of strength, the foundation is complete, and the Guiyuan decision has been cultivated to the state of perfection, little guy, very good. ”

Grandpa Cang nodded with satisfaction and praised it.

With a palm, he saw through Ding Feng's cultivation of Guiyuan, which shocked Ding Feng's heart, and he was a little sure: Grandpa Cang should be similar to the Sweeping Monk, but I don't know, what is the strength?

Ding Feng didn't have the taste of inquiry, he just smiled stupidly, "If the kid's qualifications are not good, he can only practice hard, and if he practices a lot, practice makes perfect." ”

"Little guy doesn't need to be humble, if he can reach the consummation of the exercises by immersing himself in hard practice, then why do you need a genius!" said Grandpa Cang, and out of nowhere he found a black wooden card, took out another carving knife, and asked, "Little guy, your name!"

"Ding Feng!"

"Ding Feng, Dingfeng, good name, I hope you are really as named!"

Ding Feng smirked again, only to see Grandpa Cang's wrist flick, and in a blink of an eye, he engraved his name on the black wooden plaque, which became a black wooden token, representing an identity.

"Let's go in! Remember, you only have a stick of incense, whether you copy it or not, you can do whatever you want!" Grandpa Cang threw the black wood token to Ding Feng, and at the same time said the rules, waved his hand, and cleaned the fallen leaves again.

"Blackwood Token!"

Holding the small wooden card, Ding Feng was excited in his heart, his predecessor had been looking forward to it for eight or nine years, but he obtained it in one day, and he couldn't help but say that creation made people, "A stick of incense time, for others, at most copy three secret books of exercises, but I ......!"

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he immediately regained his silence and walked towards the door.

At this time, a young man with a personable demeanor and a cold breath came out of it, and when he saw Ding Feng, this person paused, and said uncertainly: "Little Eighteen?"

"I've seen Sixth Brother!"

Through his memory, Ding Feng knew that this was Ding Chenlong, the son of the second uncle, who ranked sixth among his peers, but he was the first genius of the younger generation of the Ding family, and he was relatively indifferent, and there was not much intersection between the two.

"The son of the third uncle, Ding Feng, little eighteen!Did you get the Blackwood token?The foundation was laid at the age of fifteen, the tiger father and the dog son, but unfortunately the third uncle was heroic!" Ding Chenlong nodded indifferently, confirming Ding Feng's identity, there was no disdain in his eyes, only ignorance, shaking his head and sighing, no longer paying attention to Ding Feng, and turning his head away.

Disregard!

Naked and naked ignorance!

Ding Feng felt itchy teeth and wanted to go up and squash him.