"Fifty...... What?!" Du Zongjiu was taken aback, then looked down at the pile of beast pills in Ye Chong's baggage, reached out and touched them, and said with a look of disbelief: "You said there are more than fifty here, all of which you hunted?"

"Of course, I can't lie to you, well, it's better to count. Ye Chong squatted at the door of the library pavilion as he spoke, spread out the baggage, and counted them one by one.

Du Zongjiu looked at the pile of beast pills that were obviously not less than fifty, and his heart was horrified. Those are all beast pills that are still stained with blood, obviously they have just been hunted not long ago, there are horned wolves, red tigers, and toothed leopards, although these are all fierce beasts that have not opened their spiritual wisdom, but their fighting ability is still very strong, and the disciples of the Triple Heaven of the Ordinary Qi Sea Realm can't hunt so many fierce beasts in one go!

He couldn't help but wonder how Ye Chong, who hadn't yet opened up the sea of qi, did it, just with the axe he had pinned to his body?!

The most important thing is that this outer court disciple has always been three beast pills in exchange for a scroll of the primary and lower grades, ten can be exchanged for the middle grade, and thirty can be exchanged for the upper grade, so what scroll should he give him for the more than fifty of them?

"Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven...... Mr. Du, a total of fifty-seven. After Ye Chong finished counting, he stood up excitedly, looked at Du Zongjiu and said, "Can you exchange the martial arts scroll for me?"

"Uh...... Ahem...... That Ye Chong, that's like this. Du Zongjiu looked at Ye Chong with a strange look in his eyes, "You should know that usually outer disciples can only exchange for one martial arts scroll, three beast pills for the lower grade of the first rank, ten beast pills for the middle grade of the first rank, thirty for the upper grade of the first rank, you have more than fifty pieces, I can't change you for the yellow rank one, right?"

"It seems like that's the case. Ye Chong thought for a while, raised his head and said, "Then you might as well give me a beginner-level high-grade scroll and a beginner-level middle-grade scroll, so that the total is forty, and I won't change the remaining seventeen." ”

For him now, learning one more martial art will give him a better chance of winning the martial arts conference in a month. Because in full view of everyone, he can only fight with his own strength.

Du Zongjiu's face was a little embarrassed, he really wanted to remind Ye Chong that he had said that the disciples of the outer courtyard could only exchange for a martial arts scroll once, but it suddenly occurred to him that with this guy's ability, it was impossible to get so many beast pills that he had just hunted, was someone helping him?

There has always been speculation about Ye Chong's background in the Divine General Academy, because ordinary disciples of the Outer Courtyard who can't open up the sea of qi within a year have to leave on their own, and this Ye Chong's ability to stay in the Divine General Academy for two years is the dean's acquiescence.

What is the relationship between the dean and Ye Chong? Or, so many beast pills were given to him by the dean? Ye Chong doesn't seem to have befriended anyone else in the Divine General Academy.

Looking at Ye Chong's determined eyes, Du Zongjiu felt more and more that his conjecture was reasonable, the beginner scroll was not very precious, and the disciples of the Divine General Academy also traded privately, since he had brought so many beast pills over, he would have fulfilled his wish.

"Okay, you wait, I'll go get you the scroll. Du Zongjiu glanced at Ye Chong meaningfully, took his forty beast pills, turned around and walked into the library pavilion, and quickly took two blue scrolls and handed them to him.

Ye Chong hid the scroll in his arms and left with the remaining seventeen beast pills. In the sunlight, he was emaciated, the blood-stained axe at his waist reflecting a sharp light.

......

Sinking like a mountain, moving like thunder!

In the woods of the back mountain, Ye Chong, who was sitting cross-legged, held the scroll of the beginner-level middle-grade martial arts scroll called Benlei Fist, and the pictures and texts in it had disappeared from the scroll after he had seen it once.

The contents of the scroll had already been imprinted in his mind, especially the true meaning of the eight characters at the beginning.

"Sinking like a mountain, moving like thunder. Ye Chong silently muttered eight words, closed his eyes slightly, and went through the contents of the Thunder Fist in his heart. It's like a silent movie, the images that originally existed on the blue scroll in his mind are combined one by one, starting from Zamabu, each of the four moves of Hook Cloud, Pounding Mountain, Rolling Thunder, and Shocking Lightning is performed in his mind in great detail, and even the transformation of strength and muscle tension when punching are extremely clear.

Ye Chong got up suddenly, followed the pictures in his mind, steadied his horse steps, and made a hook-cloud starting hand.

His movements were very slow, his waist was not moving like a mountain, and his fists were slowly advancing diagonally forward, as if those pictures had slowed down a hundred or a thousand times, and he strictly controlled the transformation of the qi in his body during the punching process, and carefully savored the changes in every inch of his body's muscles.

This was repeated over and over again, and soon the muscles in my body felt sore.

Then he picks up his speed a little bit and throws another punch.

Faster, again!

By the time the sun set, the wind was already ringing in the woods.

From then on, every morning when the sun first rose, Ye Chong would appear in the small forest at the foot of the mountain to practice boxing, until the sun set in the west mountain, the sky was dark, he cut down a few trees, as the next day's kitchen firewood, carried back to the backyard of the mountain.

Day after day, each day he came back with a sore muscle, and the next day, his fist was stronger, heavier and more powerful.

During this period, Liu Daman did not arrange any other tasks for him except for logging, and it was thought that the deterrence of that day had an effect. Of course, even if Liu Daman would let him do extra work, Ye Chong would not accept it as cowardly as his previous self, for him now, time is the most precious thing, and he needs to strengthen his strength to prepare for the assessment of the disciples of the inner court who are getting closer and closer.

Day 10. In the grove, Ye Chong's body is like an ape, jumping out smartly, every time he moves, there must be a punch in the air, and under the steel fist, there is a faint sound of thunder rolling.

Day 15. Ye Chong's horse steps are like a pile, his body is like a Yue, standing in front of a big tree, sinking his waist, raising his arms, and swinging his fists, his movements are simple and unpretentious, but the fists he swings out are extremely fast, and under the sound of wind and thunder, a silver lightning shot out and hit the big tree in front of him.

With a pop, the big tree in front of him, which was two people thick, collapsed and fell to the ground, kicking up dust on the ground.

"It seems that in the next few days, there will be no need for axes to cut down trees. Ye Chong had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the four styles of running thunder fist hook clouds, smashing mountains, rolling thunder, and lightning were finally all completed.

It's just that there is only half a month left before the day of the inner courtyard disciple assessment.

"I didn't expect a beginner-intermediate boxing technique to let me practice for half a month, and now I should hurry up and open up the sea of qi. Ye Chong thought about it and punched a few more in succession, breaking a few big trees, and then carrying them all on his shoulders and running towards the bottom of the mountain.

Ye Chong's previous soul had not practiced martial arts, and he didn't know that it would take at least a few months for a disciple within the Ordinary Qi Sea Realm to practice the Benlei Fist so proficiently. If it was known that he would be able to become a master in half a month, it would be too long, and those disciples who had just entered the inner courtyard would vomit blood in anger!

And the reason why he chose this time to go back and open up the sea of qi was that the assessment time was approaching, and secondly, in the course of these ten days of continuous punching, he found that not only was his physical body a little stronger, but the breath in the dantian was also more active than before.

He felt that it was time to open up a sea of qi.

Carrying four or five pieces of wood on his body, he rushed all the way down the mountain, and occasionally met a passerby, and he would be thought strange by the other party, but those who were familiar with Ye Chong would be surprised when did this kid have so much strength?

Zhou Feng was surprised. Ye Chong was beaten half to death by him half a month ago, and after half a month, that guy was able to carry four or five pieces of wood thick with two or three people in one go?

"Ye Chong, this kid can't have taken any strong pills, his strength is good, Yu Er, stop this guy, let's ask what is going on." Zhou Feng said to a slightly chubby teenager beside him.

The young man named Yu Er is also a disciple of the outer courtyard of the Divine General Academy, and he has been Zhou Feng's follower for nearly half a year, and he has always bullied Ye Chong together on weekdays. Yu Er smiled knowingly, and immediately walked to the middle of the road and shouted at Ye Chong, who was rushing over: "The surname Ye, stop for the master, the master has something to ask you!"

Ye Chong, who was rushing over, frowned slightly when he saw them, remembering that he had been bullied in the past, and he wanted to vent his anger for no reason. It's just that now he should spend his time cultivating instead of spending it on these gangsters.

He didn't stop, but continued to run at the speed that he had originally run, and when he approached Yu Er, he turned left and right with his arms around the tree on his shoulder, and the wood on his body shook and slapped directly at Yu Er's head.

"Bastard!" Seeing this, Yu Er hurriedly jumped to the side to dodge.

Ye Chong's original intention was also to let this guy who was blocking the way dodge, so as not to delay his time, but Yu Er felt that he was actually being teased by such a waste, and he immediately rushed over to teach him a lesson.

"Ye Chong, you owe a beating again, right?" Yu Er swung his fist with an annoyed face, just like Ye Chong.

Looking at Yu Er's entangled posture, Ye Chong couldn't help frowning again, his shoulders moved again, and his arms held the wood and danced in place, making Yu Er unable to get close.

Poof.

Yu Er's body was slapped by the wood, and he immediately fell backwards to the ground, clutching his chest in embarrassment, his face flushed with anger.

Seeing this, Zhou Feng's face on the side immediately became a little unhappy, and he scolded Yu Er, "Rubbish!", and then stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Chong and said, "Ye Chong, you stop for me!"

Ye Chong stopped his movements, stared at Zhou Feng and said, "How are you staying?"

"I'll treat your mother!" The annoyed Zhou Feng didn't notice that Ye Chong at this time was no longer as cowardly as before, he walked straight to Ye Chong's side, stretched out his hand and pushed him, "Your skin and flesh are itchy again, aren't you?" Lao Tzu hasn't taught you a lesson for a few days, I don't know who is respectful, isn't it?"

Ye Chong's body did not move at all.

"Respect?" Ye Chong twitched the corners of his mouth, "Okay, I'll talk to you about what respect is." ”

He put down the wood on his body, shook his shoulders, glanced at Zhou Feng with a domineering face coldly, and said, "Let's calculate the previous accounts together!"