"As you are now, can you hit the ninetieth punch with the Hundred Refining Fist?" Chen Changsheng said with some disdain.

Ning Qingru was stunned, thought about it carefully, and found that he was really not sure, it had been a long time since the hundred refining fists reached the eighty-ninth punch, but he was just not sure, plus Li Yifeng warned him at the beginning, saying that if he was not ninety percent sure, he would not play the ninetieth punch, although he was ready to move now, but in fact, he was not even thirty percent sure of hitting the ninetieth punch.

This is still Chen Changsheng's grasp after seeing that his body is not good, and specially let him refine his physique for a long time.

Seeing Ning Qingru's hoarse voice, Chen Changsheng sneered and said, "Next time I mention the matter of the Nine Rank Boxing Method, you will soak me in the medicine tripod for a day." When the physical strength meets the requirements, when will Lao Tzu teach you the next step. ”

Ning Qingru rolled her eyes, saying that she would soak for a day, but in her heart, she kept drumming. You know, that damn medicated bath doesn't know what kind of prescription this senior Chen used, it is simply the ultimate sensory experience of pain and happiness, numbness, itching, pain, soreness, all kinds of feelings will take turns to torment people, and every time after a while, there will be an extremely short peak of bliss, the kind of beauty that is thorough and light, it is simply not too comfortable.

Of course, even if it will be happy for a short time, but it is more torture, Ning Qingru's previous highest record is just to soak in the medicinal bath for two hours, and after the incident, his whole person is like he is about to be abolished, and he crawled out of the medicine pod.

The old man Chen was also hateful, so he sat on the rocking chair next to him while holding a big fan and hula hula, shaking his head and humming a little tune, not caring if Ning Qingru was not good at all.

"If you say yes, then let's soak it for a day today. Chen Changsheng didn't talk nonsense, seeing that Ning Qingru was a dead duck with a hard mouth, he directly said something that made Ning Qingru explode on the spot.

Fortunately, before Ning Qingru's anger could be substantially expressed, Chen Changsheng retracted this sentence, sneered and said, "It doesn't seem to be good, if you take a medicinal bath and have an accident, I will have to get into trouble.......

As he spoke, he glanced at Ning Qingru with disgust, and the meaning was self-evident.

Ning Qingru naturally noticed his eyes and was silent for a moment, he felt as if he was being despised but he didn't seem to have a way to solve this problem.

"Okay, let's practice by yourself, it's not far from Changling Huiwu, you are still not qualified to raise a sword, and your cultivation is only in the early stage of the Five Realms, and you don't even have a decent mystical skill on your body, I heard that Qintian Xuansheng Gong doesn't have a set of mystical skills called Xuansheng Qintian Eleven Style, how many styles have you practiced?"

Chen Changsheng originally waved his hand and wanted Ning Qingru to play by himself, but he remembered something and asked out loud.

It's good that his old man didn't mention this, and when he mentioned this, Ning Qingru's face twitched slightly, it was not that he hadn't tried to cultivate the Xuansheng Qintian Eleven Style, but what made him speechless was that with his cultivation in the early stage of the Five Realms, he couldn't even perform the first form, basically he was exhausted with just a starting style.

What are you practicing?

Chen Changsheng didn't wait for Ning Qingru to respond, so he patted his head and said with a smile: "I forgot that your cultivation is not enough, then okay, you can practice by yourself, these days, you also know what to do." ”

Ning Qingru sighed, walked to the side of the medicine tripod, this medicine tripod standing in the courtyard is very large, you have to be surrounded by several people to hug it, the height is also two people high, Ning Qingru wants to go in, they all use a bamboo ladder to climb up.

The base of the medicine tripod is specially improved, integrated with the stove, and only needs to stuff firewood into the small hole, Ning Qingru plans to burn the fire first, and then add water.

However, there was also a step of chopping wood before the fire, this step was really annoying, Ning Qingru never thought that one day he would do it himself, prepare everything, and then cook himself.

Of course, taking a medicated bath isn't cooking, but if you think about it, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that.

Chen Changsheng didn't know where to find the firewood, these firewood were very different from other firewood, in appearance, the whole body was blue-gray, and the material was as hard as iron, Ning Qingru even felt that if this thing was sharpened with a wooden sword, it didn't have to be sharper and more durable than an ordinary iron sword.

Of course, it's just an idea, Chen Changsheng has always scoffed at his rootless imagination, and threatened that if he was really bored and ran to make a wooden sword, then the firewood used for burning the fire would have to be sharpened into the shape of a wooden sword in the future, anyway, he Ning Qingru would have nothing to do, right?

In this regard, Ning Qingru only secretly slandered two sentences, but his face was submissive and extremely obedient.

After putting the firewood, Ning Qingru took the axe that had been curled, and looked at the axe that was about to be scrapped, he frowned slightly, and still chopped it down with an axe.

The firewood had been slashed, but there was only a white mark.

Ning Qingru's hand holding the axe was slightly numb by the shock, and what was worse was that the axe in his hand completely collapsed, Ning Qingru sighed, his heart was really a tortured step, every time he encountered chopping wood these days, he couldn't help but reminisce about the ease of fetching water and soaking in medicinal baths.

Is this firewood firewood or refining material?!

Throwing away the scrapped axe, Ning Qingru turned around and walked to the storage room on the side, where there were many brand-new axes.

Ning Qingru still remembered the shock he felt when he saw this brand-new axe full of them for the first time, and now, when he thought about it again, he felt that it was a trick, Old Man Chen was afraid that he was ready to let himself accept the torture of this broken wood from the beginning.

Expressionlessly took out an axe, Ning Qingru slowly walked to the previous position, stood up, condensed his qi again, Xuanyuan flowed, his feet were forked, slightly bent, and the power was slowly transmitted from the soles of his feet to his calves, thighs, waist and abdomen, and arms, constantly transmitted and superimposed, and after mixing the strength of his whole body, Ning Qingru slammed down.

There was a muffled sound, and the brand-new axe couldn't bear it, and rolled up its blade. And there was finally a deep hole in the wood, and around that hole, there were some iron filings, which should have been on the axe.

Ning Qingru took a deep breath, the hand holding the axe trembled slightly, just now, it was a skill that he had figured out by himself in the past few days of chopping wood, of course, the skill was really exaggerated, in fact, it was just a brute force crack.

It is undeniable that the method of chopping wood with all its strength is a bit stupid, but the efficiency is high.

After a while, Ning Qingru tried his old technique again, this time, the crack on the wood was obviously much bigger, but what embarrassed Ning Qingru was that the axe was also caught by the two petals of wood, and he couldn't move, even if he couldn't take it down with the blessing of Xuanyuan all over his body.

After a few attempts, Ning Qingru almost collapsed, sweating like rain, and he was even more tired than practicing Hundred Refining Fist before.

"Did you cut this limestone wood like that?"

Just when Ning Qingru was helpless, Chen Changsheng suddenly asked out loud.

Ning Qingru gave up struggling, looked at Chen Changsheng innocently, shrugged his shoulders, and didn't say anything.

"Let you practice your physique and strength, not brute force, force skills, subtle perception, these must be practiced, otherwise what Lao Tzu is looking for limestone wood to do, isn't it just for you to practice skills, practice perception, and there is a medicinal bath for the enhancement of strength, and these things can not be improved by external conditions." ”

Chen Changsheng couldn't stand it anymore, and knew that if he didn't correct Ning Qingru, this kid would not be able to get out of the horns, so he said out loud.

His words didn't really have any eye-catching feelings for Ning Qingru, because he knew these by himself, and he was also trying very hard to find techniques to ease himself, but who made this damn limestone wood soft and hard?!

Ning Qingru was a little speechless when she thought of this.

"Concentrate on the material, to carefully perceive the material of limestone wood, the texture, where to start is the easiest, blindly brute force, that is a waste of resources, you know, this limestone wood is basically more than a hundred years old, is bought by catties, is quite valuable wood, I use it for you as firewood is already a violent thing, if you are still so wasteful, then say it, people will say that we should die. ”

Seeing that Ning Qingru was indifferent, Chen Changsheng raised his voice slightly and said such a sentence.

Sure enough, after Ning Qingru heard that this gray rock wood was worth a lot of money, his eyes straightened, and Chen Changsheng nodded, thinking that this kid finally knew how much he had paid for him, and he would work harder and harder.

But what he didn't expect was that this Ning family kid scratched his head, deliberately made a simple face, and said, "Then if you take it out and sell it for money, won't you make a lot of money?"

Chen Changsheng didn't say a word more, he was already doubting whether there was a problem with his vision, whether this kid really met the requirements, and whether he really had subjective assumptions about his evaluation because of the influence of his grandmother's factors.

These self-doubts made Chen Changsheng, a senior, very unhappy, so Ning Qingru suffered.

"Chop tomorrow's firewood today, don't be lazy, if the firewood is too big and the burning is not completely insufficient, you will lose money, anyway, your Ning family has a big business, and you can still get 800 gold coins." ”

Ning Qingru: "........"

These words were more blackmail than threats, Ning Qingru went in and out of his left ear, and looked intently at the limestone wood in front of him.

The axe couldn't be taken off, and he didn't bother to take it, but he wanted to try what Chen Changsheng said, "Carefully perceive the material and texture of the limestone wood", he felt that this was a solution.

Because no matter how hard this limestone wood is, it is wood, and since it is wood, then you can start from its grain and chop along the grain, which will inevitably be much easier.

Chen Changsheng originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Ning Qingru's eyes closed, he knew that this kid was probably sensing the wood, so he also shut up.