The van that crosses

Chapter 122 Eight Step Pile [6 more, please subscribe! 】

He seems to have miscalculated his own strength, no, it should be because he didn't control his strength well.

When he stepped on the stake with his right foot, he heard 'Boom! 'A sound.

The height of the stake suddenly dropped by half.

"Ouch, damn it!"

This change directly caused Zhou He to lose his balance and fell down.

But, fortunately, it's not too high. Zhou He stretched his left foot forward, and then stepped on the ground without falling.

"I actually forgot to control the power, really." Zhou He stared at the half-short stake in a daze.

After a while, Zhou He came to those wooden posts, and shot down half of them one by one, reaching the same height as the one he stepped on earlier.

Afterwards, he began to carefully control his own strength, and began to run and jump on the eight wooden stakes.

At first, Zhou He still often fell down accidentally, but with the deepening of practice, Zhou He can barely complete the eight-step pile practice without accident.

After about an hour or so, Zhou He was already very proficient, and his speed on the stake was several times faster than before.

"It seems that practicing the eight-step pile can also be used to practice the light body technique." Suddenly, Zhou He stood on a wooden pile, rubbed his chin and began to think.

After a while, Zhou He jumped off the wooden pile, and then came to the side of the van. With a thought, he saw a secret book called light body technique appeared in his hand.

Ten minutes later, after Zhou He memorized the formulas and breathing methods, Zhou He began to practice the eight-step pile and light body technique.

These two kinds of martial arts cheats plus Iron Sand Palm can be practiced in the end of the Dharma Age, without internal strength at all.

Of course, if there is internal force blessing, the power will naturally be more powerful.

These three kinds of cheats all need persistent practice, and only in this way can they be mastered.

……

at noon.

Zhou He was still sweating profusely on the Babu pile.

At this moment, in the distance, a small electric vehicle stopped in front of Zhou He's gate.

"Wow, brother, are you practicing martial arts?" The delivery man parked the eDonkey, got off, and stood in front of the gate with a look of horror on his face.

"Ah, by the way, you are Mr. Zhou, your takeaway." The takeaway boy took out two big bags full of food from the takeaway box without waiting for Zhou He to reply.

"Well, wait a minute." Zhou He lightly jumped off the stake and jumped off.

After wiping the sweat off his forehead, Zhou He walked to the small door and opened it.

"Here, your takeaway, I said, brother, you can't eat these all by yourself." The delivery guy handed the takeaway to Zhou He.

Zhou He took it immediately, and said with a smile: "Well, those who practice martial arts, eat more."

"Awesome, I admire it!" The takeaway boy clasped his fists and said, it was really a hit.

Zhou He didn't chat with the takeaway boy either, and closed the small door after taking the takeaway.

Seeing this, the takeaway boy was also very sensible, and left on a small electric donkey.

However, when he left, he still glanced at the wooden stake inside, and murmured, "Tsk tsk tsk, what a bullshit!"

……

"It seems that I have to cook by myself in the future." Zhou He looked at the delivery guy who left and shook his head.

My appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Whether I eat out or order takeout, there is still something wrong with it.

In terms of cooking skills, Zhou He still knows a little bit. There is no problem at all in making home-cooked dishes. It is not considered delicious, nor is it bad.

Mainly, it is really troublesome to buy vegetables, wash vegetables, chop vegetables, and wash the pot and wash dishes after eating. Zhou He is lazy, so he basically eats outside.

Zhou He took the takeaway, opened the door, and walked into the house.

Turn on the air conditioner for the first time, and then start setting the table.

After a while, the indoor temperature dropped, and ten dishes were ready.

He took out a large bottle of Wanglaoji from the refrigerator and put it on the table.

Immediately, Zhou He began to eat.

Since the morning, Zhou He has been practicing the eight-step pile for more than three hours without rest.

Now, he is already very hungry, so Zhou He ate almost three or two bites of a bowl of boxed lunch.

After eating ten bowls of boxed lunch, Zhou He's stomach was already half full.

Looking at the remaining ten boxes of lunch and the remaining half of the dishes, Zhou He took out his mobile phone and read novels while eating.

For Zhou He, when eating alone, if he doesn't play with his mobile phone, it's still called eating.

(For Xiaowen, if I eat and read novels at the same time, I can eat a meal for more than an hour.)
An hour later, Zhou He finally swept away all the meals.

It took a few minutes to clean up the trash and throw it into the large trash can outside.

Looking at the eight-step pile, Zhou He did not continue to practice.

Instead, he went to the corner, lifted the oilcloth from the iron pan, took out the gas tank, and connected it.

In the morning, he had practiced the eight-step pile and light body technique for a long time. In the afternoon, Zhou He was going to practice the iron sand palm.

Coincidentally, there is no need to go to the order world in the city, and try to commit suicide once after practicing Iron Sand Palm.

A few minutes later, the temperature in the iron pot rose, and smoke came out from under the iron sand. Obviously, it was already extremely hot.

Zhou He took a deep breath, raised his hands, and was about to insert it.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

Just then, his cell phone rang.

He took out his phone, looked at it, and found that it was Li Meng calling.

Zhou He: "Sister Meng, call me, what's the matter?"

Li Meng: "It must be something to call you, come and pull a car Mirinda."

"I can't go these few days. My sister and brother-in-law are going on a trip. I'll take Qianqian with me." Zhou He made an excuse that wasn't an excuse.

Li Meng: "Huh? So, that's fine, I'll ask Huo to help you."

After chatting for a while, the two hung up the phone.

"Ding dong!"

Li Meng sent a voice message on WeChat.

Li Meng: "Just send me a message when you can get the goods."

"Okay." Zhou He replied immediately.

Just when Zhou He was about to put his phone away, he suddenly saw a red 1 in the "Discovery" column of WeChat.

Zhou He is also a bit obsessive-compulsive, seeing the unread messages in this circle of friends, if he doesn't delete them, he will feel very uncomfortable.

When Zhou He clicked in, he found that it was not someone who commented or liked him, but a WeChat friend @ him.

"Technology changes the city, technology changes life Zhangjiang Science and Technology City welcomes you to come and change the city with technology"

"I'll go, this advertisement still has @人?" Zhou He looked at a video advertisement posted by a friend, a little speechless.

This person not only @ him, but also @ dense usernames below.

(End of this chapter)