That night, Lin Hu returned to his yard.

Although he was a little mentally tired, Lin Hu did not immediately fall asleep on the bed, but planned to practice boxing in the small courtyard.

The impression left by the vice president on Lin Hu was too deep, although he had not seen the real strength of the vice president, but Lin Hu had an intuition that he was not much stronger than an ant in front of the vice president.

If he really wanted to deal with himself, he would hardly have to work hard, and Lin Hu himself would not have to resist and flee without a place to escape.

This feeling that my life is up to me is that as long as a person has experienced it once, he does not want to experience it a second time.

If it were someone else, after seeing the huge gap between the two, he might accept his fate, but Lin Hu inspired himself to have a greater fighting spirit, so as to force himself to move closer to a higher place.

Before practicing boxing, Lin Hu took a quenching pill that was exchanged through contribution points, and saw that he closed his eyes while regulating his breathing, carrying qi and blood, and absorbing the medicinal power in the pill.

"Smack!"

Lin Hu suddenly slashed out with a punch, his fist slashed through the void, and there was a snapping explosion, as if a whip had been whipped, hot, as if he had returned to the stage of refining skin and bones.

"Is this what the elixir does? ”

The martial artists of this world, in the early stage of cultivation, are through the cultivation of meat, skin, tendons, bones, etc., so as to greatly enhance their physique.

Most of the ways in which the warriors practice muscles, bones, and skin are very monotonous, which is nothing more than stone lock training, medicinal bath quenching, boxing and skin training, and so on. As for the elixir, it is not something that ordinary people can access, like Lin Hu before, let alone the elixir, even ordinary medicinal baths can't afford it.

If he could cooperate with this elixir when cultivating before, it would take three years for Lin Hu to cultivate to the Skin Refining Realm, and one year would be enough, which is why Lao Tietou asked Lin Hu to join a force to cultivate in the first place, there was too much difference between having resources and not having resources.

It's not too late, though.

Lin Hu calmed his mind slightly, and immediately cultivated the Great Demon Suppression Fist Method, which he had to practice every day.

Perhaps because of the martial artist's masculine blood, Lin Hu was not very interested in the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, which was more famous in the "Nine Yin True Scripture", but had deep yin qi.

On the contrary, Lin Hu was extremely partial to the Great Demon Fist Technique, which could make the warrior masculine, and the Great Demon Fist Technique had almost become a necessary skill for Lin Hu to practice boxing.

Click!

Lin Hu stepped on his feet, and his body moved slowly in the courtyard.

On his back, the spine like a great dragon clicked from head to tail, making a dense bone crunch, as if a great dragon had come to life, and was about to come out of the broken body in his body.

When Lin Hu started, his body was not very fast, just a simple punch to close the punch, but gradually, he became faster and faster, and his punches became faster and heavier.

The tendons, bones, and membranes were completely twisted into one, and the air exploded and crackled everywhere it passed, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, full of devastating power.

In the end, Lin Hu's body almost turned into a phantom.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Lin Hu's whole body bones made a violent sound, and he slammed his fist on the rockery made of granite not far away, and then suddenly closed his efforts.

When I looked up again, I saw the hard and thick granite rockery, and countless tiny cracks appeared!

"Boom"

The rockery, which is more than one zhang high, instantly divided into countless pieces and collapsed, and countless small gravel splashed in the waterhole, stirring up a large area of splash.

If this punch hits a person, the skull will be shattered, and even an elephant will be killed with one punch!

The terrifying power contained in this punch can be seen!

Lin Hu withdrew his fist, and suddenly, a thin warm wind blew from the bamboo forest, and Lin Hu, who was retracting his fist, paused slightly.

I only saw that his ears moved slightly, and the cold hairs on his body trembled slightly, as if he could detect the humidity of the air, the warmth and coldness, the movement of a hundred and ten paces in a radius, and even the insects in the soil.

"It's ......"

Lin Hu was a little surprised, now Lin Hu is already a martial artist in the realm of refining the marrow, what is refining the marrow, that is, cultivating the martial arts of fist to the bone marrow.

Compared to ordinary people, the martial artists of the Essence Refining Realm are already great masters of the martial arts, and the martial artists of this realm are extremely sensitive to the slightest movements around them, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to sneak attack.

And Xuan Xiu, who has divine consciousness, seems to have this characteristic for a long time, but in fact, Xuan Xiu can indeed use his divine sense to "scan" everything around him to eliminate the threat, but the divine consciousness is used to "see", and whether there is danger or not still needs to be judged by himself, so the reaction will be slower than that of the martial artist in the Essence Refining Realm.

Again, the divine sense is powerful, but ordinary people can't always use the divine sense to protect their bodies, and opening the divine sense also consumes spiritual power, and therefore, when the divine consciousness is not opened, the sensitivity of Xuan Xiu to danger is far less than that of martial arts in the same realm.

Originally, entering the Essence Refining Realm was a long-term water grinding kung fu, which required years of hard training by martial artists. When Wu Xiu has a deep enough understanding of his fist and martial arts, he will naturally enter the realm of refining the marrow.

But Lin Hu was an accident, he used external forces to quench his internal organs and thus advance, and therefore, compared to the martial artists who had cultivated to the Essence Refining Realm, Lin Hu was actually just a pseudo Refining Essence.

Originally, Lin Hu thought that it would take a lot of effort for him to really take this step, but he didn't expect that tonight it seemed to be a matter of course.

This...... It's too smooth, right?

Lin Hu was a little puzzled, could it be the Quenching Pill? It's not right, Lin Hu had eaten the Quenching Pill before, but how could the effect be so good?

Lin Hu is self-aware, if it is really a quenching pill, then, with his original contribution points, let alone a bottle, it is estimated that he can't afford half of it.

What is the reason for that?

Lin Hu believes that there is a reason for the incident, and thinking about his experience in the past two days, the most likely reason is......

Lucky little snake?

The more Lin Hu thought about it, the more he felt that this was the answer, no wonder everyone attached so much importance to luck, this luck was simply a "panacea", if the luck was enough, everything would go much smoother.

If you practice boxing by yourself, your comprehension ability will be greatly enhanced, so if you do other things......

Lin Hu's IQ may not be as high as those demonic geniuses, but he is not stupid, of course he also knows the truth of one blow, then decline, and three exhaustions, now that his luck is flourishing, he should naturally make good use of it......

Just do it when you think of it, and the next day when the sun just rose, Lin Hu opened the door.

"Squeak!"

The double door opened, and Lin Hu walked out of the door.

After a whole night of cultivation, his face was slightly tired, but there was a powerful blood qi all over his body.

Its footsteps are also extremely solid and steady, just a random stop, as if a big ding is suppressed there, giving people an extremely powerful feeling.

This time, he targeted the Academy's mission hall for two reasons, one was to increase the pitiful contribution points, fill and fill the somewhat shriveled waist bag, and second, he also wanted to see if the so-called luck was really that magical......

PS: The second chapter is here, thanks to the book friend "Eighteen-year-old Qingkong, Mingdong Jinyi, Sunnygen" for the reward and the support of all book friends, by the way, ask for a recommendation~~