Call...

Genius shone slightly.

Su Heng had already appeared in Old Man Mei's boxing hall.

In front of him was a large, dilapidated porcelain basin filled with rough white sea salt.

Su Heng's upper body was naked, he had just finished a full set of warm-up exercises, his breathing seemed a little rapid, and some crystal sweat could be seen on his bronzed skin.

Su Heng took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Pick up the rough sea salt in the porcelain basin in front of you with both hands, and apply it vigorously to the skin of your face and upper body.

The rough sea salt rubbed hard against the thick skin. Under Su Heng's tremendous strength and constant friction, some rough salt crystals cut through the skin and seeped into the blood, which immediately brought Su Heng a tingling sensation, making him gasp and hiss in his mouth.

However, Su Heng did not give up the movements in his hands because of the pain.

Instead, keep sticking to it.

The strength in his hands even became heavier.

This process lasted for half an hour, until the white sea salt in the porcelain basin in front of him was covered with a faint layer of pink, and then Su Heng stopped his movements.

This is a training method that Old Man Mei taught to Su Heng.

In this way, the skin is harmed, and when it heals, the warrior's skin and muscles will become tougher.

Meanwhile.

The warrior's ability to resist attacks will also be significantly enhanced.

Although the process is painful, the improvement in exchange is also obvious.

The copper skin and iron bones brought Su Heng a significant improvement in defense, and with more than two months of masochistic practice, Su Heng could clearly perceive that his muscles and skin had become tougher.

In the very beginning.

With the same method, it only takes less than five minutes for Su Heng's skin to be scratched by salt to achieve the training effect.

And now, with Su Heng's strength being promoted. It took a full half an hour, repeatedly rubbing hard, and Su Heng could barely break through his skin and achieve a certain amount of improvement.

"The method provided by Old Man Mei has a good effect, but this method is gradually not working as it was originally intended."

Su Heng felt the pain coming from his body, and thought silently in his heart.

He took a basin of cold water from the corner of the gym and sprinkled it on his body, rinsing away the salt, blood, sweat and other stains that remained on his skin.

A cold wind blows.

Su Heng suddenly felt refreshed.

The little sleepiness that remained in the consciousness also disappeared without a trace.

He was about to go outside to find a restaurant to eat something to fill his stomach, but as soon as he turned around, he saw Old Man Mei swaggering in with a one-meter-long stick in his hand.

After seeing Su Heng training alone in the courtyard.

Old Man Mei's eyes lit up, and the wooden stick in his hand went towards the middle of Su Heng's chest.

Swish!

The refining martial artist made a move.

Even if it's a casual hit, it's not trivial.

The tiny sticks were wrapped in a special dragon entanglement, as if piercing the air, and emitted a sharp whistling sound.

Su Heng's eyes narrowed slightly.

While opening his body sideways, he reached out and grabbed Old Man Mei's arm.

Didn't think about it.

Halfway through, the wooden stick in Old Man Mei's hand shook violently and hit Su Heng's thick arm. The wooden sticks wrapped around the layers of strength also burst in all directions with a bang.

Pieces of fine wood chips, with the blessing of strength.

Like a bullet coming out of the disembowel, it has quite a good lethality.

Su Heng subconsciously closed his eyes, and at the same time stretched out his other palm to block it in front of him.

"Haha, Su boy. Your physical condition is really good, but the combat experience is still too tender, and there are still many places to learn in the future. Old man Mei was smug and laughed out loud.

At the same time as the opening.

A kick was thrown out, with layers of phantoms, like a long whip, slapping on the outside of Su Heng's leg, making a crisp sound.

Su Heng's body shook slightly, and then he kept his balance.

He lowered the palm that was blocking him.

Looking at the proud old man Mei in front of him, Su Heng shook his head helplessly and said, "Compared with the master, I am still a lot worse." ”

"Uh-huh, it's good to know the gap, haha." Old man Mei was still laughing, but the laughter at this time seemed to sound a little unnatural.

He unconsciously looked towards the outside of Su Heng's left leg.

In just now.

Old man Mei's kick, although it was stopped, it also used about five points of strength.

This kind of strength, in Old Man Mei's estimation, will not really hurt Su Heng, but it is enough to make Su Heng feel pain, and even lose his body balance when he is caught off guard, and he collapses on the ground and can't get up for a short period of time.

I didn't think about it...

Now Su Heng's face is as calm as water, without the slightest pain.

The place where he was kicked by Old Man Mei just now was only slightly red, and it probably wouldn't take long to completely recover.

This kid's physical fitness... Is it a monster?

Old man Mei was smiling, but he was surprised in his heart.

"Haha, that's good." Old man Mei smiled awkwardly and patted Su Heng's arm, "Your flying dragon legs are almost as small as a small amount." Your talent and understanding are far beyond ordinary people, and what is even more commendable is that you practice hard and seriously, maybe you can really complete the fourth blood refining, not bad! ”

Old man Mei clapped his hands.

Su Heng's performance during this period of time, he saw it in his eyes, and he did not hesitate to praise Su Heng.

"It's all taught by the master..."Su Heng is not salty or light, but it makes Old Man Mei feel very comfortable.

"Today's rest, you also go outside for a walk, and you must also learn to combine work and rest in practice." In the boxing gym, there will be a day off about every half a month.

The rest of the time, if you want to go out, you can talk to the senior brother.

The discipline is not strict.

Su Heng said goodbye to Old Man Mei, and originally wanted to eat something outside, but now that the city is becoming more and more depressed, and there is not even a restaurant in the outer city, he can only go home and trouble the second sister Su Ping to help prepare some food.

……

Meanwhile.

Nanqiao Street, among the beautiful courtyards.

Su Ping heard a hurried knock outside the door of the compound, she put aside the steamed buns she had pinched in her hand and hurried to the door.

Pull open the wooden door.

I saw that on the street outside, a young thin girl of twelve or thirteen years old was standing there with pear blossoms and rain to wipe her tears, and her thin and black face was full of anxious expressions.

"Sister Su, please save my eldest sister."

After seeing Su Ping, the little girl seemed to have found the backbone of the heart, and held Su Ping's hand and refused to let go.

"What's going on?" Su Ping was shocked.

The little girl in front of her was a neighbor in Nanshan Street before, and her eldest sister was also a female worker who often went out with Su Ping to pick up sewing work and go to the square to listen to meetings together.

The relationship is good.

Even after Su Ping moved to the courtyard on Nanqiao Street, he has always kept in touch.

"My sister fell ill and kept coughing up blood... Now it's just you who can help us. The little girl touched her tears and said intermittently.

After understanding the specific situation.

Su Pingleng stayed in place, not knowing what to do for a while.

Now that the situation outside is becoming more and more chaotic, Su Ping is a thin woman who does not dare to go far away. But the little girl's eldest sister is also one of Su Ping's few friends, if she is allowed to have an accident like this, she will not be happy.

The girl's urging became more and more anxious.

Holding Su Ping's hand, he was about to go out the door.

But just when Su Ping hesitated, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking the enlarged and thickened door frame tightly.

The little girl's sobbing voice suddenly stopped, the expression on her face seemed to freeze together, she raised her head tremblingly, and then looked up again, only to see Su Heng's slightly rough face shrouded in shadows, looking at her expressionlessly.