Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The stars glorify the Confederate civic style, the superior power of the cultivators enjoy the supreme status, and the citizens of the Confederation are most honored to embark on the path of cultivation.

Even if you can't become a practitioner, you like to build strength, sharpen bones, sculpt body shape, and maintain the habit of practicing for life.

Therefore, fitness clubs, training halls and martial arts schools can be found everywhere on the streets and not necessarily among the fierce martial arts masters, most of whom are law-abiding, law-abiding students and working people.

Li Yao saw the brand "Military Road Wolf Killer Refinery" and gained a little more confidence.

He knew that most of the owners of such places were fanatical practitioners, who refined “fortifiers for mountain villages", mostly for themselves and the members of the practitioners, and that making money was not the primary purpose, so often at all costs and with some guarantee of quality.

After touching the spider pattern on his face, Li Yaoxin walked in.

The main entrance of the refinery is small, but there are no holes in it. In the strength training room of about 300 or 400 square meters, more than a dozen muscular, sweaty, strong men are smashing barbells, steel cords and iron chips into the air, and a big man in the corner is making a severe * * sandbag.

Li Yao swept around and found that the weight of these big men was not too high, and their faces were relatively solid and good. It didn't make people feel harsh. They all looked like regular commuters. He was relieved and more relieved.

He walked to the corner and was ready to ask the strong man who was playing sandbags - this gentleman seemed most kind.

The strong man, however, happened to be close to the lunge, his rear hand pierced, a heavy fist, burst out his strength, smashed the sandbag high and flying, just hit Li Yao's face, making a "bang” noise.

“Ah," cried the strong man. "Are you all right? ”

Li Yao shook his head, his nose was a little sour, his nose twitched twice, and shook his head: “No problem, where is curator Zhao? ”

……

Behind the strength training room, in a small tea room, two army green cushions sat a strong man, two tea tanks between them, and cooked vegetables such as bacon, roasted chicken and peanuts.

One person on the left was about forty or fifty years old, and the naked head of the pit was tattooed with a wolf-head tattoo with an army sting, and his left arm was cut off from his shoulder blade, replacing it with a spiritual prosthetic limb engraved with thousands of symbols.

The one on the right, a young man under the age of thirty, in a very low-key grey military trench coat, has been wearing it for about many years and has been washed white and faded.

If Li Yao sees this man, he must be excited about the urinary collapse - this young man is certainly the idol of all the students in Qingxiao Er, the new nobility in the circle of the Fungo City Realists, the foundational brothers, the demon knife Penghai!

At this moment, Peng Hai did not have the aura of a powerful practitioner. He raised the tea bowl and rejoiced at the man with the bald head tattoo: “Come, old instructor, for our years of fierce war in the wilderness of the demon beast, one more toast! ”

The tea tank is clearly the most coarse two-pot head. Penghai, the gourmet jade eater and the impoverished and luxurious master, seemed to have seen Jonesy jade liquid, drank it and shouted: “Good wine, this is what a man should fucking drink! ”

The bald-headed tattooed man used a spiritual prosthetic limb, some rigidly grabbed the tea cylinder, emotional: “Ah Hai, I know that you are very emotional and compassionate, even if you became a foundation repairman, you will not forget our old comrades who were born and died together! But you have the heart to come to me every three or five years for a drink, there is really no need to practise with me all the time - I am amateur level, very low level, you are a foundation fixer, here is a pure waste of time! ”

Peng Hai smiled: “Old instructor, the relationship between us is not simple enough to say the words" born to die ". I want to carry out" Operation Black Blade "together. If you hadn't stopped me from doing that, I would have died long ago. How could I have become a foundation repairman? And the old instructor you..."

His eyes swept toward the bald tattoo man's left hand, and a heavy rub was placed in Penghai's voice. “But he lost his entire left arm, and even his heart was blown off by 70%. From the thirteenth floor of the gas refining period, he fell back to the ordinary martial arts grade and had to leave the 'Wolves'...”

The bald-headed tattoo man waved his hand and said with no concern: "The road of truth, the crisis is four, nine lives, since I am on this road of no return, I would have put my head away on the belt of my pants long ago, ready to die in the Yellow Springs! What is it if you just lose one hand? Wouldn't it be safer to go home to work and be a white-collar wife? You don't have to worry about that all the time. Let's go out and fix it, break our legs or go home and sell salted duck eggs. God is happy, it's all fate! I broke my hand. It was my destiny. What does that have to do with you? Besides, if you don't want me to fix it, I won't fix it. I take a lot of 'Veterans Disability Allowance' every month. I drink a little wine, grill it, and * * * it's all in bed every day. I don't know how stylish it is, how happy it is! And the old comrades who are still in the army, yes, there are a lot of people who have become foundation fixers, and even two Big Brothers of Knightan, so what? Maybe tomorrow it'll turn into a shithole in the belly of a demon beast, and there's nothing left! Think about it, I made some money. Ha-ha-ha! ”

"I can afford it, I can put it down," said Peng Hailan. “It's an old instructor in my memory, a tough guy with steel bones! But one thing is wrong with the old instructor, I come to you every day, not to waste time, but to practice very important. ”

The bald-headed tattooed man glared at his eyes: "Practice? What can you do in a shithole like mine? ”

Peng Hai smiled faintly, explaining: “My instant spiritual explosive power has reached the 'high order of foundation building', but it is very unstable. At the critical juncture of several battles, I accidentally fell back to the 'middle stage of foundation building', almost to my life - this is because my absolute power has risen too fast and my control over power is not yet at home. The problem must be completely resolved if we are to truly stabilize the 'foundational high order' or even impact the 'foundational peak' boundary! ”

The bald-headed tattooed man nodded for a moment: “You are one of the youngest foundational fixers in the Federation, advanced too quickly, it does pose a root instability problem, how are you going to solve it? ”

"In order to control my strength, I suppress my strength at 3% and use only 3% of my strength to train overloads every time I go to the old instructor's 'Military Road Wolf Killer Refinery'," said Penghai. ”

The bald-headed tattoo man suddenly realized: "So you only played 3%? No wonder I can't smell the half-truther from you. ”

Penghai nodded: “I've been in a state of 3% for a month, so when I let go of the limit and play 100% of my strength, I feel that the instantaneous burst power has greatly improved again, and the degree of control over psychic energy has improved a lot! My goal is to finally be able to suppress my strength at 1%, and to train and confront overloads. If I can do this, I will definitely reach the peak of the foundation period! ”

After a pause, I laughed sadly, “Psychic instability is my biggest weakness, I don't want anyone to know, so I can only go to the old instructor to practice with you —— in Fungo City, I believe only two people, the old instructor is one of them, unfortunately, your members here are too weak, no one can carry me with 3% strength, three minutes of attack! Performing strength training alone seems to be another bad breath. ”

The skinhead tattoo man glanced at him: “My members here are genuine 800 working people, working class, not professional martial artists, of course not enough for you to fight, even if you use only 3% strength, it is pure genocide! But don't say the old instructor doesn't take care of you. I know you're looking for a hard-witting expert, so I specifically contacted a little famous gold medal companion in the circle. He'll be there in a minute. ”

As soon as Penghai listened, he came to the curiosity: "Oh? Is it good? ”

"I've also been introduced by a friend, but this man has been in the underground ghost market for many years. He has been a professional companion in several martial arts halls. He is said to be extremely resistant to beating. He has a nickname called" Iron Turtle ". He should be able to hold you with 3% strength for three minutes, right? ”

The whole wall on the left side of the tea room is unidirectional transparent glass, which you can see from the inside out the strength training room.

While they were talking, Li Yao walked in and was hit in the face by a sandbag, but nothing happened.

“Here he comes. How's it going, all right?” The bald-headed tattoo man stood up.