Black Tiger Hall, plum blossom pile.

Zhang Chu was bare-chested, holding a bamboo knife and conducting daily knife training.

"Three hundred and twenty-five!"

"Smack!"

The bamboo knife struck the stake with precision, leaving a scar several inches deep on the stake.

In one stab.

Zhang Chu drew the knife, the movement was as smooth as flowing water, and the three-foot-long bamboo knife cut a graceful arc in front of him, and then slashed out again.

"Smack!"

The bamboo knife and the wooden stake with a thick human head exploded at the same time, and the sawdust and bamboo strips splashed in all directions, shooting on the other plum blossom stakes, which was a low sound of "tuk tuk".

When I looked at it, the sawdust bamboo strips were nailed to the wooden stakes like iron nails!

Facing the sharp sawdust bamboo strips like iron nails, Zhang Chu just raised his hand to cover his eyes, and let the sharp sawdust bamboo strips shoot on him.

However, the sawdust bamboo strips that could be driven into even wood shot into his naked upper body, but they couldn't even pierce his skin, leaving only shallow red marks on his body and being bounced off.

Zhang Chu was accustomed to it and didn't make a fuss about it.

He glanced at the handle of the bamboo knife in his hand, and the two sword eyebrows wrinkled deeply into the word "Chuan".

"It's only three hundred knives, and seven bamboo knives have been destroyed, it seems that we have to change the practice method!"

He abandoned the handle of the bamboo knife and thought carefully with his eyebrows.

There is a huge gap between not entering the ninth grade and entering the ninth grade!

Before entering the ninth grade, he could swing more than a thousand knives casually, and the knife was full of strength, and he still had spare strength.

After entering the ninth grade, he went all out, and after slashing three or four hundred knives, he felt that his blood and qi were empty and unsustainable.

It's not that his flesh has weakened.

It's that the consumption of each knife has become stronger!

If it is only calculated by strength, he has a full force of six or seven hundred catties at most before entering the ninth grade.

And after he entered the ninth grade, he had a full slash, not to mention a thousand catties of strength!

And that's not the point.

The key is that the nature of the force changes.

The force before entering the ninth grade is loose, and if you split the stone with a knife, the stone will burst.

And the strength after entering the ninth grade is condensed, and the stone will be divided into two with a knife!

This kind of essential improvement made the physical strength and blood qi that were originally enough to support him to slash out nearly two thousand swords, but now it could only support him to slash three or four hundred swords.

The power is stronger, but the speed at which he practices his sword skills has also slowed down.

Reimbursement of equipment.

Even the tough bamboo knife with hundreds of fine slivers soaked in tung oil couldn't withstand dozens of slashes from him.

......

After rejecting several ideas of practicing knife skills, Zhang Chu reluctantly gave up the idea of "self-taught", and said in his heart: "Forget it, it's still not crazy, this matter can't go wrong, let's ask the little old man later!"

Having made up his mind, he lifted his breath and lightly jumped on the plum blossom pile that was more than a foot high, pulled out the horse step posture, and practiced the pile gong.

He has been practicing martial arts for some time now, and he has learned a lot.

From pile skills, to reckless bull strength, black tiger boxing, and then to basic knife skills......

Among them, Mangniu Jin and Black Tiger Boxing, he tasted them all at a moment's notice, and felt that there was not much significance in in-depth study.

And knife skills, he has to practice, after all, he is a gang boss, he has to be ready to go out at any time to pick a knife and cut people, this skill of eating, of course, has to work hard!

Only the most basic pile skills, he has not let go of the mistakes, and the more he practiced, the more comfortable he became, and the more he practiced, the more enjoyable he became.

Now if he doesn't stand on the pile for a few hours every day, he always feels like he has eaten one less meal, and he is exhausted.

Of course, he is also blessed, with the help of the golden finger of "rice bucket flow", he is not afraid of blood consumption, so he dares to practice like this.

Other martial artists, after entering the ninth grade, is it not a mind to practice fists and feet, learn weapons?

Is it true that martial arts training is to strengthen the body?

Together, he was soon wrapped in a heat force around him, and the wind could not blow in.

The muscles of his body trembled slightly, so small that he couldn't detect it unless he looked closely.

A trace of reddish airflow, which was difficult to see with the naked eye, swam back and forth along every inch of his skin in the trembling muscles of his body.

The red marks on his body, which were pierced by the sawdust and bamboo strips, quickly became lighter under the pale red air current, until they disappeared.

Even the ugly knife wounds on his body were shalning little by little under the pale red air current.

Of course, this speed is extremely slow, so slow that even Zhang Chu himself didn't notice it.

But it's getting shallower.

I don't know how long it took, a little brother on duty led a tough man in a black power suit and surrounded by four little brothers into the door, and saw Zhang Chu standing on the pile, and was about to open his mouth to report, but was stopped by the fierce man waving his hand.

The tough man is Zhao Changhui, who came at the invitation of Zhang Chu.

Zhao Changhui is also a person who practices martial arts.

People who know martial arts practice are the most taboo to be disturbed by others when they practice, and of course they don't want to offend Zhang Chu because of this little thing.

It's just a short wait.

The little brother on duty was very eye-catching, and led Zhao Changhui to sit down at the stone table in the courtyard and serve fragrant tea.

Zhao Changhui sipped tea and secretly observed Zhang Chu at the station.

After observing for a while, he found that he couldn't see the reason at all, and he couldn't help but wonder, could it be true that the rumor that Zhang Chu had practiced martial arts since he was a child was seriously injured caused his blood to slip down?

Of course, he didn't see why.

Zhang Chu's martial arts cultivation had already come ahead of him.

It's strange that he can see something!

......

The tea is cold.

The little brother on duty came in with hot tea and replaced the cold tea, and asked in a low voice apologetically, do you need him to report to his own hall master?

Zhao Changhui calmly said that he didn't need it.

Stand on the pile, it's amazing for an hour!

Wait!

However, tea after tea, and in the end, the brazier sent by the little brother on duty in the Black Tiger Hall was charcoal twice, and Zhang Chu hadn't even woken up yet.

Zhao Changhui also changed from calm at the beginning, to surprise, and then to shock......

In the end, I doubted my life.

"Am I really not the material for martial arts training?"

Zhao Changhui asked himself in his heart.

He has been practicing martial arts for six or seven years!

But until now, his blood and qi can only last for most of the hour!

No matter how long it is, the blood qi will be empty, and it will take some time to recover.

And Zhang Chu has been standing for almost two hours!

Pretending?

Inexistent.

Zhao Changhui is also an old martial artist who has been practicing martial arts for many years, and he still has this eyesight.

Just when Zhao Changhui was about to be depressed, Zhang Chu finally broke away from his vision.

It's not that his blood can't stand it, but he still remembers in his heart that he invited Zhao Changhui.

If he really wants to stand up in one breath regardless of it, it will take more than three hours to get up to say the least!

......

As soon as Zhang Chu opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Changhui sitting in the courtyard with a confused face, and hurriedly jumped up from the plum blossom stake, and said with a smile: "Hahaha, Hall Master Zhao, I've been waiting for a long time, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Zhao Changhui was also like him, as if he had just come back to his senses, and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, it's just more than two hours of waiting!"

That's right, sour.

"Hahaha......"

Zhang Chu smiled awkwardly and politely, took the clothes from the little brother's hand and put them on, walked in front of Zhao Changhui, and bowed his hand again: "Forgive me, I can't help it for a while, so I practiced for a while!"

Zhao Changhui looked at him resentfully.

Can't help it?

I can't help but want to do that!

Beat others for days a day!

If you can "can't help it" every day, why can't you worry about entering the nine products?

Seeing that he was silent, Zhang Chu lifted the teapot to refill his teacup, and diverted the topic with business: "I invited you over today because I have something important to discuss!"

Speaking of business, Zhao Changhui was embarrassed to dwell on this issue anymore, and nodded politely: "Hall Master Zhang, you and I are friends of life and death, if you have something to say, you don't need to be polite!"

A friend until death?

As soon as he heard this adjective, Zhang Chu couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and said in his heart When you were the master of the Four Seas Hall, it was not this tone.

Although now due to various factors, Zhang Chu and Zhao Changhui have become allies in the same camp again.

But in Zhang Chu's heart, he actually despised Zhao Changhui's personality.

This person is anxious for quick success and quick profit, and the pattern is too small, even if he enters the product in the future, his achievements are extremely limited.

If Li Gouzi can compete a little, his achievements will surpass him sooner or later!

Of course, this does not affect Zhang Chu's cooperation with him now.

Zhang Chu: "This matter is very complicated to say, and I also thought of the friendship between you and me, so I boldly invited you over and wanted to hear your opinion." ”

Zhao Changhui: "But it doesn't hurt to say it!"

Zhang Chu paid attention to his face and said, "I want to take the two streets of Wutongli and exchange it for one street of the cattle and sheep market with your Sihaitang!"

After hearing this, Zhao Changhui's face changed suddenly, and his eyes swelled with infinite anger.

He stood up suddenly, looked at Zhang Chu coldly and said, "Hall Master Zhang, is this deceiving me, no one in Sihai Hall?"

Poor in the sycamore.

The cattle and sheep market is rich.

This is a well-known thing.

Not to mention exchanging two streets in Wutongli for one street in the cattle and sheep market, even if it is four streets in Wutongli for one street in the cattle and sheep market, it must be a loss for Sihaitang!

The most important thing is that now Zhang Chu is powerful, and no one in Sihaitang can resist, Zhang Chu said this, Zhao Changhui instinctively felt that Zhang Chu was the idea of hitting the richest street in the cattle and sheep market.

The cattle and sheep market is not the name of a street, but a district, just like Wutongli, which is also the name of a dozen streets together.

The richest part of the cattle and sheep market is, of course, the street where the real cattle and sheep market is located.

Sihaitang is all fed by the old hen that lays golden eggs!

Whoever wants to rob that street will cut off the wealth of Sihaitang!

As the saying goes, cutting off people's financial routes is like killing parents!

Not to mention Zhang Chu, even if Hou Juntang speaks in person, it's not easy to do!

As soon as Zhang Chu saw his excited appearance, he knew that he must have thought of something, so he got up with a smile and pulled him to sit down: "Hall Master Zhao, don't be angry, I, Zhang Chu, don't mean to bully you Sihaitang...... Listen to me first!"

Zhao Changhui sat down indignantly.

Zhang Chu's sentence "I don't mean to bully you Sihaitang" made him feel a hundred uncomfortable.

Sihaitang, when did he become a weak person who was bullied by others or not, it all depends on whether he wants to be or not?

Is it from the day Zhao Sihai retired to the helm?

Is it from the day he Zhao Changhui took over Sihaitang?

Or did it start from the day Bufeng beat him half to death in public?

Zhao Changhui's heart suddenly felt a little sad.

actually had the realization that Zhang Chu had at the beginning: weakness is the original sin!