It was noon, the sky was still cloudy, and the autumn wind was cold.

It has been 12 days since the last battle with the Yan army, but there is still an atmosphere of slaughter in the border army.

The battalions of all legions are licking their wounds and hurrying to recover.

Those veterans know that after a tragic battle, they will see that side will recover first and give the other side a fatal blow first.

However, the Sword and Shield Battalion of the Third Regiment of the Qinglong Army, since a few days ago, a piece of papyrus with a picture of a villain has been circulating in the battalion.

At first, everyone didn't pay much attention to it, but later, someone followed the moves on the villain diagram to practice, but found that after practicing a few times, they were refreshed, and the whole person was powerful, vigorous, and full of red light.

Right now......

On the school field of the Sword and Shield Battalion, most of the soldiers no longer go to pick stone locks and resist stone burdens, but are doing extremely difficult postures.

Sometimes it is like a waterfall to the ground, and when it rises again, the body bones are like a big dragon winding up, sometimes like a flying eagle spreading its wings, and the arms stretch and pull the back.

Someone was puzzled and stepped forward to ask.

"What are you practicing here?"

Carrying the 'old man's trailer' to drive the dragon's spine-style foot soldier, he replied without looking back:

"You don't understand this, this set of movements, play seven or eight times a day, strengthen the body, and the martial arts are powerful."

"Haha, do you want to learn, I'll teach you."

The soldier didn't notice that the robes around him had stopped moving, and they all looked behind him with a restrained expression.

"Why don't you speak?"

He stopped his stance, and found that everyone was looking behind him, looking back with some inexplicability.

A young man in black stood behind him.

"Du, Dutong!"

The soldier was startled, broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly crossed his hands and bowed.

The surrounding foot soldiers also bowed in unison, calling "all unified" in unison.

The one who came was the commander of their sword and shield battalion, Meng Cheng.

At this time, Meng Cheng was wearing a military uniform, which was the same as the soldiers around him, but he had a calm temperament, and his eyebrows were not angry and powerful.

Meng Cheng frowned, and asked everyone who taught this body forging technique, but they got - 'I don't know if I don't understand, just spread it like this, everyone will know it' and so on.

After ordering them not to pass on this exercise, Meng Cheng returned to the military tent and looked at the twelve villain pictures in his hand, a little fascinated.

On these pieces of papyrus, different humanoid movements are drawn, and each picture has two cross formulas.

"The standing period is upright, the ring is arched to the chest, the spirit is calm, and the heart is clear and respectful."

After reciting one of the mantras on the papyrus, Meng Cheng pondered for a while, learned to beat it a few more times, and felt a trace of qi and blood in his body, and his brows were still tightly locked.

"Zhongzheng is stable, not impatient or impatient, I have beaten a few times, and even my qi and blood have been driven, and I have even grown a little."

He pondered for a moment, then walked briskly outside.

"Come, prepare the horse, if someone looks for me, say I'm out."

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And who disseminated these sketches? Who is the initiator?

On the school field, Gu someone, who was practicing the [Exclusive Edition: Oven Forging Body Twelve Styles] openly, said that he didn't know and didn't understand.

When he went to the toilet at night, he accidentally lost some straw paper along the way, and recorded some of the [Mini Version: Oven Forging Body Twelve Styles] for practicing breathing techniques.

Then one day, everyone in the school field suddenly practiced and began to play difficult postures.

Seeing this, he, who has always been gregarious, can only join.

"Whew! ......"

Compared to a few days ago, Gu Yuan at this time was much stronger.

But if someone came close to him half a foot around, he could feel a wave of heat coming from him.

"Finish the job~"

After the eighteenth [Premium Edition: Oven Forging Body Twelve Styles], Gu Yuan closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbidity.

"Twelve Styles of Oven Forging Body", each style has two sets of breathing techniques, which are divided into external practice and internal breathing practice.

The method of external practice is used to condense and refine and strengthen qi and blood, so as to step into the threshold of forging the body, the realm of qi and blood.

The method of internal practice involves refining the organs, forging bones, and washing the marrow, which is the ultimate cultivation method.

Although from the outside, Gu Yuan and the public on the school field are almost the same, but the core is very different.

To put it simply, the premium version is Snapdragon 8+, and the mini version is MediaTek MT6573.

"Everyone is practicing, I'm practicing, everyone is fine, then I'm okay."

"It's just that I'm not practicing the same."

Feeling the flow of hundreds of bones in the limbs, it was like a trickle of qi and blood, Propaganda Commissioner: Gu Yuan smiled slightly.

The talent of this projection identity is not bad, in just seven days, he has already cultivated qi and blood, and has reached the first realm of forging body, qi and blood realm.

Next, as long as you continue to nourish and strengthen your qi and blood, to the point where you are like an arm commanding and running like a river, you can start refining your qi and blood.

"Hahaha, Xiao Gu, come here, your brother Li and I suddenly realized that I should practice like this, come on, come on, share it with you." The veteran of the same team as Gu Yuan, with his proud hands on his hips, called out to Gu Yuan.

"Okay, come on."

Gu Yuan, who had already mingled with the veterans of the same team, trotted in the direction of the veteran.

It's a little later.

3rd Regiment, Strongbow Battalion.

Zhang Yao, the commander of the strong bow battalion, at this time he frowned slightly, his eyes moved away from the letter in his hand, looked at the henchmen under the tent, and asked:

"You said that the Sword and Shield Battalion are all practicing the ancient art of refining the body?"

"That's right, big brother, I went to the Sword and Shield Camp, and I saw them practicing strange movements on the school grounds, and asked a few familiar old soldiers, and then I knew that they were practicing the ancient art of refining the body."

"Tsk~ Meng Cheng is really willing, the ancient techniques of refining the body have been taken out, so many people are practicing, and they are not afraid of eating the grain."

Zhang Yao smiled coldly, flicked his fingers and threw the letter in his hand into the charcoal basin and burned it.

"After the autumn grasshopper, he won't be able to jump for a few days."

Watching the letters burn out in the charcoal basin, the desire called ambition in Zhang Yao's eyes was constantly expanding.

The Six Kingdoms have been in turmoil for a hundred years, and those with military merits abound, and the titled generals have grabbed a lot of them.

And he Zhang Yao has been in the Qinglong Army for fifteen years, and his military merits are enough to be a general, but he is still a commander, and he is not high or low.

'Hmph, whether it's the Qinglong Army or Meng Cheng, it will only turn into a handful of scorched earth in the end. ’

Zhang Yao clenched his fingers into a fist, held his chin, and looked at his henchman with interest, and his rough voice suddenly became soft.

"Qian Si, how long have we known each other~?"

Qian Si, who was in armor, trembled, knelt on one knee, didn't dare to raise his head, and said with his fists clenched: "Eighteen years." ”

"Eighteen years~" Zhang Yao's face was full of remembrance, "The former brothers are gone, and you and I are left." ”

"It's been a long time since my brother has slept on his feet."

"Stay in my tent tonight and catch up with me."

"Okay, big brother."

Qian Si, who was kneeling on one knee, lowered his head, his eyes full of fear.