Zheng ......

Zhao Lin's legs were slightly crossed, his body leaned forward, his arms swung rapidly, and his fists rained down on the target embedded with steel plates.

The steel plate made a crisp sound, and the aftermath echoed through the basement.

He is now a Qi Realm Triple Sect, and if he wants to enter the Dancing Elephant Academy, he must defeat two Qi Realm Triple disciples in a row.

Fighting with the same door is not a life-and-death fight, and you must not use weapons, but only rely on fists and feet.

Zhao Lin doesn't have any exercises to rely on now, the tortoise armor strength can only be used for defense, and the effect of Ben Lei Finger is too slow, so he is seizing the time to practice Shi Xiao Fist.

Otherwise, when you compete, even if your strength prevails, your fists will not be able to bear it.

Shi Xiaoquan is conducive to quick success, highlighting the word "hard", and taking the masculine road. Practice to the extreme, open the stele and crack the stone with bare hands, and the sword is difficult to hurt.

You don't need a lot of talent, as long as you are willing to work hard.

The disadvantage is that the upside is limited, and if you want to improve your strength after breaking through to the blood realm, you can only change to other fist strengths.

Unlike some exercises, you can practice all the way from the Qi Realm to the Blood Realm, or even the Yuan Realm.

Shi Xiaoquan consists of two parts: internal training and external training, the inner practice is to impact the ten acupoints from the wrist to the back of the hand, and the external practice is to rely on tempering and hitting, just like practicing skin.

"Nine hundred and ninety-one, nine hundred and ninety-two...... Thousand! ”

Zhao Lin stopped, wiped the sweat on his head, rested for a while, and then changed his posture, squatted down with his legs into a horse step, and punched out with great strength, hitting the target hard.

Bang bang bang......

Shi Xiaoquan has two types of punches: fast punches and heavy punches.

Fast punching is mainly based on point stabbing, walking in a straight line and attacking with fists; Heavy punches make the bone knot on the fist, which has a long time of accumulation and is more powerful.

"Hoo ......"

About an hour later, Zhao Lin finished a thousand heavy punches and wanted to practice for a while, but he felt a faint pain in the bone knot, and knew that today could only end here.

Returning to the sea against bad luck, the strength is dispersed to the flesh and bones, the qi and blood are calm, and the cultivation has also returned to the power realm.

"Bell bell bell ......"

The bell in the practice room rang, and Zhao Lin glanced up, knowing that it was the master who was summoning him.

Quickly push open the door of the secret room and enter the study.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

"Come, drink the general's soup first." Zhu Huaishan pointed to the decoction on the table.

Zhao Lin nodded, picked up the bowl, and drank it all with his neck up.

If you can't recover in time, the injuries will accumulate, and you won't be able to continue cultivating for a long time.

The general's soup is a decoction used for recovery.

Zhao Lin forgot to drink it once, and when he got up the next day, he felt his palms itching, and his heart hurt when he touched it lightly.

To practice external strength, the true transmission is not in the exercises and mantras, but in this bowl of soup and medicine.

As for the origin of the name of this general soup, there is an allusion.

It is said that in the early years, when martial arts were not booming, there was a snitch named Zhang Xiaosan, who made a living by stealing.

Once Zhang Xiaosan sneaked into a pharmacy and searched for a long time but didn't find any money, so he grabbed some medicinal herbs indiscriminately and stuffed them into a cloth bag and carried them in his arms.

As a result, he was bumped into when he went out, and he was beaten again.

After the beating, the shop guy remembered to search his body and found that the medicinal materials in the cloth bag were all crumbled.

Zhang Xiaosan returned home, lay on the bed for a long time, and found that his body was not painful or itchy, and he was actually better, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

In the past, he was beaten, not to mention that he had to rest for three or five days, Zhang Xiaosan thought that it might be the cause of the medicinal materials, so he wrote down the prescription of the medicinal materials from memory.

After that, whenever he went out to steal, he would carry a cloth bag containing medicinal herbs with him to protect the vital points, and no matter how many beatings he received, he would be able to recover in less than half a day.

One day his neighbor fell off the roof, broke his leg, and went to the doctor for two months without getting better.

Zhang Xiaosan was moved by compassion, so he gave the medicine powder in the cloth bag to the neighbors.

The neighbor had no choice, and he also held the idea of being a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and he was able to walk on the ground in seven days.

This matter spread ten, ten, hundreds, and spread among the neighbors, and there was an endless stream of people who came to see the injuries.

Zhang Xiaosan simply changed his career to become Langzhong, treating bruises and injuries, and his fame became bigger and bigger.

Everyone knew where he came from, so they gave the medicine a name: Thief Cloth Bag.

Later, Zhang Xiaosan married a wife and had children, and the medicine was passed down from generation to generation.

However, the children and grandchildren thought that the name of the thief's cloth bag was not good, so they changed the name to General Soup.

Until the rise of martial arts, the recipes of shogun soup flowed from the folk into the martial arts portal.

The recovery decoction of many sect martial arts halls is improved according to the foundation of the general's soup, and the name has been used to this day.

Seeing Zhao Lin finish drinking the medicine, Zhu Huaishan said slowly: "There is a person named He Qingquan outside who is looking for you, and I asked him to wait in the side hall." ”

"He Qingquan?"

Zhao Lin wondered in his heart, he was no longer in the county office, what was He Qingquan looking for him?

Could it be that there is some difficult case?

"Go ahead and see what's going on." Zhu Huaishan said.

Zhao Lin nodded in response, walked to the backyard side hall, and saw He Qingquan drinking tea with a bdifferent expression.

"Lao He." Zhao Lin stepped forward to greet him.

"Zhao Chief......" He Qingquan got up and smiled.

Zhao Lin hurriedly stopped: "Don't, I'm not the chief hunter now, just call me by name." ”

"Look at my memory, I have forgotten about it."

He Qingquan patted his head, and then his expression changed, "Today, a teenage baby came to the county government to look for me, saying that you let the prey caught by Hejiatun arrive." ”

"I thought that no matter how small Zhao Zhuchang's matter was, it was a big deal, so I rushed over non-stop."

Zhao Lin was surprised and delighted when he heard this, and suddenly remembered that he had asked Orion surnamed Jin to catch a white-throated sharp-tailed swift.

Recently, I have been busy practicing and forgot about this matter, but I didn't expect the news to come.

"It's troublesome, and I made a special trip."

Zhao Lin took out a piece of silver from his arms and handed it over.

"Don't bother, it's a matter of a few steps."

He Qingquan didn't inquire much in a witty way, and said goodbye and left.

Zhao Lin sent people out of the door, and when he saw that it was not too late, he informed the master and went straight to the city gate, buying a few meatloaf on the road as usual and bringing them with him.

The Lark Spirit not only allowed itself to master the ability to fly, but also expanded the twenty-four acupuncture points on the chest and back, and the body was flexible and changeable.

This time it was able to kill the beard, and this spirit played a big role.

The white-throated sharp-tailed swift flies the fastest among ordinary birds, so what happens if it absorbs its spirit?

Thinking of this, Zhao Lin couldn't help but speed up his pace and rushed to Hejiatun before sunset.

"Ordinary swallows are easy to catch, but it's too hard for you to ask for this! It flies high and fast, and basically does not land. ”

"It took dozens of sticky nets to catch such a one."

Jin Bao took Zhao Lin to his house and showed him the swallows he caught.

In the cage was a blue-feathered gray-tailed swallow with a long pointed tail and a large white patch under the chin.

Zhao Lin nodded secretly, exactly the same as the white-throated sharp-tailed swift in his memory.

"Good work, this is the honorarium."

Zhao Lin took out the five taels of silver ingots that had been prepared in advance.

"The owner gave it last time, why am I embarrassed to ask for money again?" Jin Bao hurriedly refused.

"Take it, don't tell anyone about it."

Zhao Lin put down the silver ingot and strode away with the cage.

(End of chapter)