The meat boiled quickly, but the firewood under the pot was lit and burned for a while, and then it fluttered and tumbled in the pot.

Qian Ning watched, silently closed the lid of the pot, and waited until the firewood under the pot was almost burned out before he opened it again. I was just going to use a spoon that I usually use to cook cassava porridge to check if it is cooked.

A strong fragrance with hazy steam instantly rushed out of the pot and diffused.

"What is this?" Channing sniffed the smell in the air expressionlessly, and there was an indescribable sense of familiarity in his mind.

Subconsciously used the spoon to scoop up a small piece of the rat meat that he had just chopped into the soup that was a little invisible, and carefully looked at the meat color that was obviously different from just now, and he seemed to have some reaction.

There will be no mistake, this fragrance and flesh color are clearly the extra meal rewards awarded in the religious school to those students who have won consecutive martial arts classes. "In other words, there are people in this city who have been eating this kind of thing for a long time. ”

Thoughtfully putting the piece of meat with some broth back into the soup, Channing looked at it, scooped a small spoonful of salt from a small bowl next to him, and added it.

Stir. The heat of the freshly boiled steam was still within his reach, and the boy calmly raised the spoon and put a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

The taste was quite good, and Channing nodded as if he had expected it a long time ago. This soup is much better than most of the soups I have ever drunk, and it has a delicious taste that is difficult for ordinary animals to achieve. And in the conquest of taste buds, it is still sweet in the mouth, and there is an indescribable sense of domineering, as if even the sense of smell of the eater wants to control it together.

It's unforgettable, and it's no wonder Rael, a teenager who hasn't eaten meat many times since he was a child, remembers the smell for so long. This should be considered the best of the meats.

After a few more mouthfuls of soup loosened into his mouth, with more than a dozen pieces of finely chopped rat meat, Qian Ning felt that the things he ate were accompanied by the peristalsis of his stomach, and an inexplicable warm current spread everywhere in his body.

It's a very comfortable feeling, and there is an indescribable sense of comfort. It's as if all of a sudden, the fatigue from fighting this thing has healed.

The muscle soreness has also improved significantly. Scooping it with a spoon and sending two or three spoonfuls to his mouth, Qian Ning tasted it carefully, although the meat was a little chai, it was very chewy. It makes people feel the urge to take a few more bites.

Taking a spoon and taking a few more sips, swallowing a few pieces of thin meat, feeling a hot sensation in his body, he frowned, and stopped his action as he continued to put the soup in his mouth.

Void is not compensated. This was Channing's first reaction, but soon, he shook his head negatively. No, looking at my current phenomenon, I am more like those students who are radiant after eating these meats, and they have a feeling that they have nowhere to go.

"Is it because of those warm currents?" secretly guessed in his heart, and the survivor picked up the cup and drank the cold water in his mouth with an inexplicable expression, thinking of a solution in his mind.

According to Rael's previous memories, the students who can get this kind of meat reward are usually going to practice in the martial arts hall in the afternoon or early in the morning.

In other words, those students have been given dinner and breakfast and even accommodation by the church school where they have been trained. Although they have been taking martial arts classes for a longer time, they still need to take cultural classes such as religion. It's just that you'll be assigned to a class to adjust your time, and you'll have a better chance of being sent to a higher level church school by the school.

"Practice, right? In other words, I consume the energy that these meats provide me. Now that he had found a clue to eliminate this heat, Qian Ning simply let go of his courage and sent a few spoonfuls of soup to his mouth.

"In that case, let's try to practice the Burst Punch and see what it's like. ”

With sweat on his forehead, he took a few steps back away from the pot, put down the spoon, moved his somewhat hot hand and foot joints, found a spacious space in the room, and imitated the posture of the dismantling action in his mind.

"Whew!" punched. There was a muffled noise in the quiet room, and the survivor calmly listened to the sound of his own cracking, and then another punch followed the same trajectory.

"Huhu! huhu!" the room resounded with a rhythmic percussion, trampling on the somewhat uneven ground beneath his feet. Qian Ning stared at the fist in front of him, and his eyes were occasionally a little distracted, but more often than not, it was the kind of persistent concentration, the concentration of thirst for power.

Over and over again. The energetic feeling of rat meat gradually subsided, and the boy waved his fist, but his hand did not mean to stop for a minute.

Qian Ning could feel that every movement he started to practice boxing seemed to be roughly contrasted with Dongzhang's most primitive sample in his mind, and he knew the shortcomings of some places.

From time to time, some tricks of using seven points to collect three points of force came to mind, and he seriously experienced and understood, constantly adjusting his movements and standards on the basis of punch after punch. Although he didn't have the kind of training stakes or sandbags in the picture, he managed to find out how to really make the Burst Punch and exert his power.

"That's what the training method in mind really does. "I have a clear understanding in my heart. Raise your arm, take out your right hand, and close your front hand. Qian Ning's punching movement was speeding up, and after only half an hour, under the continuous adjustment, he could obviously feel that the move of his burst fist was very close to the dismantling action in his mind.

Another starting stance, he threw a punch at the air in front of him. Some of them skillfully beat out their boxing skills that have only been practiced for less than an hour. Hands and elbows, left and right, left and right, flat hook, left hook, right hook, straight fist, end.

Whew! Taking a breath, the young man stopped in place, and the sound in his ears suddenly made him stunned in place.

"The host has learned my Burst Fist, and the base proficiency is +1. ”

There was silence in his heart, and the attribute panel opened the light screen, and there was an extra line of things under the attribute bar above, which couldn't help but make Qian Ning look twice.

"Skill Mastery: I Flow Burst Fist, Quality: Low, Level: Not Beginner, Proficiency: 1/100000. ”