In the early morning, the bright sunlight shone in the courtyard, and the birds stood on the crooked-necked trees and "chirped" non-stop.

Zhuang Shen was wearing a black power suit, with his hands behind his back, and explained in detail about martial arts, martial arts, etc.

Martial Arts Level: Warrior, Samurai, Martial Master, Martial Spirit, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Sect, Martial Zun, Martial Saint, Martial God (each level is divided into nine sections)

Five Levels of Martial Arts: God, Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang (each level is divided into three levels: low, medium, and high)

In Zhuang Xiaobai's memory, the strongest person in Yangu City is the ninth section of the martial artist, as for the martial spirit, the martial king, the martial emperor... Also limited to legends.

At present, he is just an ordinary person, and his first task is to promote to a martial artist as soon as possible, continuously stimulate his potential through physical strengthening training, and keep his potential power in a stable state to volatilize freely, so that he can successfully break through to a martial artist.

It sounds simple, but it's hard to do, that kind of devilish hell training, in addition to torturing the body, the most painful thing is the test of perseverance.

For this, Zhuang Xiaobai knows very well that the current attitude determines whether he is a character or a waste in the future, and only after experiencing hellish torture will he have the power to conquer heaven.

Cultivating martial arts must be done step by step, step by step, Zhuang Shenshen asked his son to start with physical training first, until he broke through to the martial arts, and then he could learn the family heirloom Huang-level martial arts.

Inadvertently looking at the crooked neck tree, Zhuang's deep mood instantly fell to the bottom, a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes, sighed, and left with his sleeves...

Looking at the back of his father's departure, Zhuang Xiaobai sighed, reached out and touched the tree with a crooked neck, smiled bitterly, recalling that the third mother and the fourth mother were hanged on this tree because of life embarrassment, and the bloody lesson told him that he must not have no money, otherwise he would have nothing.

As soon as his mind moved, the strong pill appeared in his palm, Zhuang Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, opened his mouth and threw it in, who knows if he was too strong? Or too nervous? The strong pill was stuck in his throat, he couldn't go up or down, he couldn't swallow it, he couldn't spit it out, and his face was extremely red in an instant.

After jumping for a while, the strong pill finally rolled into his abdomen, cursed a few words, and Zhuang Xiaobai began to train.

One, two, three......

Zhuang Xiaobai ran around the front and back yards.

Dozens of laps later, his feet were a little heavy, Zhuang Xiaobai ran to the crooked neck tree, stepped on the ground with both feet, jumped up, grabbed the arm-thick fork with both hands, and began to rise and fall...

Push-ups, sit-ups... Whenever I could think of the actions that consumed physical energy, I did them all over again, not for anything else, just to stimulate the effect of the strong pill as soon as possible.

Since Zhuang Xiaobai took it, there was a breath of gas in his stomach, which made his stomach bloated and unbearable, I don't know if the medicine was too strong, or the effect of the medicine had expired? I almost couldn't help but release it several times.

"Damn, this is all medicinal essence, you have to hold it, and you can't let it go if you kill it!"

An hour later, all the pores of the skin opened, a trace of heat emanated, and the air was filled with a strange smell.

Sensing the subtle changes, Zhuang Xiaobai stopped training, with a blank expression, and then put his arm on his nose and sniffed...

"Gott~"

"Damn, I didn't let it out, I ran out of my pores, and I smelled of sticky stinky fart!"

In the past few days, Zhuang Xiaobai has been silent in training, due to the severe overdraft of his body, the amount of food has increased dramatically, and his body has become a lot thicker, with his chest and abdomen, arms, and thighs faintly showing a piece of muscle.

The effect of the Diana Pill is extraordinary, and whenever the body reaches its limit, a strange energy will rush into the limbs, repeatedly squeezing the potential strength.

"Click"

There was a crisp sound from inside the body.

Zhuang Xiaobai Humu looked excited, clenched his fists, a power that can only be exerted at the limit, and now he can touch it, at this moment, he finally broke through the limit and stepped into the strength of a martial artist.

Martial artists belong to the cultivation physique period, which is divided into nine sections, and with each promotion, the strength will be doubled, and it will not be greatly promoted until the body meets the requirements.

wiped his sweat, Zhuang Xiaobai was full of energy, now it is just a small success, while the effect is not dissipated, he must work hard to improve some and earn some.

Under the sun, the bronzed skin soaked in sweat and shining, Zhuang Xiaobai looked up at the sky, laughed, and suddenly found that as long as he was happy in this world, everything would become so beautiful in an instant.

Sunset.

Zhuang Xiaobai came to the hall, and saw his father holding a brush against the wall in a daze, he was shocked, and he didn't dare to come forward to disturb, but secretly hid behind the door to observe, what is the situation?

Zhuang Shen frowned, lifted the brush and put it down, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was thinking about something...

Zhuang Xiaobai was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, he hoped to get some hints between the lines of his father's words, so that at least he could help his father regain his confidence, even if he didn't dare to go out of the door, if he didn't even dare to write, it would be completely hopeless.

At this time, the brush in Zhuang Shenshen's hand finally moved, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and falling towards the wall...

"Boom~"

The brush dances on the wall, the momentum is magnificent, and Zhuang Shen has entered the realm of selflessness.

Zhuang Xiaobaihu's eyes widened and he didn't blink, for fear of missing the exciting scene, he could feel that his father was awakening, and the owner of the pavilion who did all kinds of evil was about to return.

"Smack~"

After writing, Zhuang Shen shook his hand and threw the brush on the ground, raised his head with his chest, and left in style...

Licking his lips, Zhuang Xiaobai tiptoed to the wall, took a closer look, and couldn't help but gasp, a total of five words, it is really crooked and miserable, if the literati and ink writers see such a masterpiece, they will sigh to themselves, willing to bow down, this font can not be imitated at all, it is absolutely unique.

"The wind... Light... None..."

"The scenery is infinitely beautiful!"

finally cracked the font, Zhuang Xiaobai was extremely depressed, his father was full of memories of the good times at the beginning, and he couldn't see the feeling of reinvigorating at all.

"Pretending to be deep there, posing, and pondering for a long time, I wrote such a few broken words. ”

Pouting, Zhuang Xiaobai picked up the brush and blew it, wrote down five big characters "It's just near dusk", waved his hand, and laughed.

Back in the room, Zhuang Xiaobai washed up and was about to change into clean clothes, when he suddenly found a dark shadow flashing in the window.

Stunned, Zhuang Xiaobai opened the door curiously and took a look, there was no one around, suddenly, he shuddered, and said in his heart, what the hell, look carefully, it is impossible to make a mistake.

"Could it be a thief?"

In the middle of the night, sneaking into the dealer's house is either stealing or stealing, thinking of this, Zhuang Xiaobai was so angry that he gritted his teeth, the family was already poor, and the thieves did not let it go, it was really hateful, if he was not caught today, I was really sorry that the master was righteous and awe-inspiring, and he was murderous.

"Rabbit cub, today the master has to let you bleed. ”

Zhuang Xiaobai turned around and came to the cabinet, opened the drawer and took out the scissors, and then pinned them to his waist, hesitated, felt that he was still a little uneasy, and pulled and hid the awl, silver needles and other metal items on his body.