Lead clouds cover thousands of miles, and heavy snow covers the sky.

Zhang Chu stood shirtless in the snow, holding a bamboo knife, slashing a wooden stake one by one.

The wooden stake is a century-old ironwood commonly used to make the mast of a large ship, a person is high, the waist is thick, buried deep in the ground, and the real knife can not leave a deep knife mark.

The bamboo knife is made of nearly 100 fine stalks, soaked in tung oil, tough rattan whip, each knife is cut out, and the sharp sound of breaking the air is like a whip flower.

The bamboo knife without a blade was chopped to the iron stake where it was difficult for the iron knife to leave a deep knife mark, but the sawdust was flying.

"Five hundred and sixty-seven!"

"Five hundred and sixty-eight!"

"Five hundred and sixty-nine ......"

Zhang Chu counted one by one, his voice was sonorous and powerful, not like counting, but like encouraging himself.

Seven hundred dollars later.

The blood blisters that had only been worn out in the palms of his hands today had worn out again.

Blood dripped down the hilt of the knife onto the snow, and it was dazzlingly red and eeriely red.

It hurt so much that he just wanted to stuff the bamboo knife into the stove hall, and never see this broken thing again for the rest of his life.

This time, however, he didn't get used to himself.

He twisted his two sword eyebrows, gripped the hilt harder and harder, and swung the knife harder and harder.

The heart roared: It hurts!

It hurts!

It's kind of painful!

If you don't die of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will become stronger!

"Seven hundred and twenty-one!"

"Seven hundred and twenty-two!"

"Seven hundred and twenty-three!"

Zhang, who felt sorry for his son, heard the strangeness in his voice, and came out in cotton clothes for the third time, and saw the blood at his feet at a glance.

"Chu'er, rest for a while, you're bleeding ......"

Zhang Chutou didn't reply and said loudly: "Mother, I'm fine, it's cold outside, don't come out, I'll practice for a while, and then go in to rest." ”

Zhang had no choice but to stand at the door, looking at his son with blank eyes, hoping that he would end it early and go back to the house to roast the fire.

The old lady who has been obedient all her life doesn't understand.

I don't understand why my son treats himself like this.

Tomorrow life is already getting better, huh?

And don't worry about eating.

and do not eat and wear.

When it's cold, you can afford to burn charcoal.

Why is life better, but my son is living more bitterly than before?

......

Ten days ago, Zhang Chu stood on the pile with a knife for a month and went to find Liang Wufeng.

Liang Wufeng gave him a knife book, let him stop the mangniu jin and the black tiger boxing, and split the wooden stakes according to the knife score every day, and practiced his strength with the knife.

Knives and knives consume blood.

The sword will do its best.

You can chop as many knives as you can.

On the first day, Zhang Chu used an iron knife to slash one hundred and thirty-six knives.

His hands were dripping with blood, and the iron knife was broken in four bites.

The next day, Zhang Chu changed his wooden knife and slashed two hundred and fourteen knives.

Sprained his wrist, and the iron knife broke twenty-seven handles.

On the third day, Zhang Chu changed his bamboo knife and slashed four hundred and twenty-eight knives.

His arms were swollen like thighs, and the bamboo knife broke three handles.

On the fourth day, Zhang Chu slashed seven hundred and fifty-one knives.

The blood is exhausted, and it is difficult to continue......

On the fifth day, Zhang Chu slashed nine hundred and sixty-nine knives.

Control the blood and qi, break through ninety percent, and cut the stake with a bamboo knife!

Today is the 10th day!

Zhang Chu wants to consume most of his qi and blood, looking for a trick to break through the ten percent control of his blood and qi!

It is very difficult to master ten percent of the blood qi!

It is even more difficult than the blood qi mastery from one percent to ninety percent combined!

Blood is not the hands and feet, you can use as much strength as you want.

If you want to control ten percent of your qi and blood, you must have a three-pronged approach of contemplation, willpower, and breathing to achieve success!

Zhang Chu lacks willpower.

Other martial arts apprentices, who hasn't practiced to this point at his level, step by step, after years of hard work?

With so much time and energy accumulated, who doesn't know every bit of their own muscles and bones, and every bit of their flesh and blood?

Skill comes from practice.

Familiarity can also smoothly control the qi and blood of the whole body.

Zhang Chu is different.

His progress, too fast.

Before he could get used to his current strength, his strength had already become stronger again.

As a result, his control over his own power is actually extremely weak.

This point, before the control of qi and blood is ninety, is not too obvious......

It wasn't until he was close to ten percent that he felt the trick.

According to what Liang Wufeng said, ten percent of the qi and blood are controlled, where the heart goes, where the strength goes, you can fight cattle across the mountain, and you can retreat without moving like a mountain.

And Zhang Chu has mastered ninety percent of his qi and blood, but he can still only rely on the breathing method to forcibly consume qi and blood and enhance his strength......

Figuratively speaking, the other martial arts apprentices control ten percent of their qi and blood, and they are driving.

And Zhang Chu, his qi and blood have been controlled for nine years, but he is still an old man pulling a car.

Others want to move forward, and with one foot on the accelerator, they easily rush out.

And Zhang Chu wants to move forward, not to mention the slow speed, and it is very difficult!

The consequences of a collision between a driver and a cart are self-evident.

What Zhang Chu is doing now is to continuously consume ninety percent of the qi and blood in his body, and then carefully figure out and comprehend in the process of recovering qi and blood one by one.

It is equivalent to taking a body of qi and blood apart and mastering them separately.

He is the only one who dares to do this!

If other martial arts apprentices dare to do this, within a day, the corpse will be cold!

Of course, Zhang Chu only dared to consume ninety percent...... Consume ten percent, I'm afraid that I will die suddenly, and it's not easy to make any golden fingers!

......

"One thousand two hundred and forty-one knives!"

Cutting out the last knife, Zhang Chu was covered in cold sweat, and his breathing was so violent that it was like asthma.

Ninety percent of the red line has been crossed!

At this time, his face was as white as a dead man, and his eyes were even more cloudy!

He used a bamboo knife as a crutch, staggered into the house, grabbed the hot steamed buns that had been prepared long ago and nibbled on them, eating like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Zhang's was already surprised, so he just brought a bowl of warm vegetable soup to his mouth, and chanted vigorously, "Drink soup, drink soup, don't choke".

Seven or eight steamed buns went down, and a red light finally appeared on Zhang Chu's face.

I'm relieved.

He hurried up, said hello to his mother, picked up the rest of the steamed buns and rushed back to the bedroom, sat cross-legged on the bed, and concentrated on figuring out and understanding every wisp of new blood and blood.

A steady stream of heat poured from his abdomen into his chest and limbs.

The sore arms were wrapped in the heat flow, and they relaxed in an instant.

Feel...... It feels like an old clockwork that has just been oiled.

A trace of power was transmitted to his mind from every corner of his body, as if countless villains were saying to him: Dad, let's do it again......

This is a sign of the restoration of the blood!

He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and clenched his fists.

Loosen.

Take another deep breath, use all your strength again, and make a fist.

Loosen......

One time the force is stronger than the other.

More blood is mobilized at one time than at a time.

It wasn't until the heat flow in his abdomen was exhausted and the qi and blood in his body recovered that Zhang Chu opened his eyes and picked up steamed buns one by one and nibbled on them.

Seven or eight steamed buns went down to his stomach, and the heat flowed again, and then he stopped, closed his eyes again, and meditated on it.