I can strengthen

Chapter 5 The Breath Conditioning Technique

After carefully putting away the jade pendant, sinking the last person into the cesspit, and disposing of the traces by the way, Luo Yan returned to the house again.

When he was taken away that day, the house was elegant and quiet.

But now, all that's left is a mess.

Even his bed was filthy, with wine and soup all over the bedding.

These are the masterpieces of the three people just now.

It was clearly a bed, but the three of them treated it as a kang, sitting on it, drinking and cooking hot pot.

Luo Yan frowned, but had no intention of cleaning up.

He came to the desk, and while grinding the ink, he opened the search for gods.

Under the pattern of the third man.

Another three lines of text.

【Gambling】

【forging】

【Abscess】

This is the skill and martial arts of the last man.

Luo Yan was consciously immersed in it, and after feeling it carefully, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Gambling is not mentioned.

Forging refers to the means of forging weapons.

Luo Yan does not intend to change careers to become a blacksmith, so this memory is dispensable.

On the contrary, the breath holding technique is a rare martial art to restrain one's own breath, and it may be useful to him.

Notice.

Some strong people can detect the presence of others by breathing.

But if you learn this restraining breath technique, you can escape the perception of these strong people.

not to mention.

What Luo Yan values ​​is not the breath restraint technique, but the future of the breath restraint technique, the advanced martial arts after the breath restraint technique is strengthened!

No need to hesitate.

Luo Yan chose to perform the breath-holding technique.

Immediately, a huge memory penetrated into my mind.

It's as if it's not the first time to acquire the breath restraining technique, but has already owned and used it for ten years.

Luo Yan tried to use the breath restraint technique, and in an instant, his breath became longer.

Exhale and inhale for a full minute.

During this period, even if you put your fingers on the tip of your nose, you can't feel any breath, which can be said to be the ultimate restraint of breathing.

only……

Breath suppression cannot last.

At most, ten minutes or so is already the limit.

"If you strengthen this breath holding technique again, if you are defeated in a chaotic battle in the future, I might be able to just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead."

Luo Yan smiled and was in a good mood.

Putting away Sou Shen Lu, he took out a piece of rice paper from the side and put it on the table.

Pick up a pen and write a letter.

This letter was naturally written to Zhou Chaoxian of Luohan Martial Art Museum.

The letter written by Xiao Xueer was taken away by Xiao Quan, so he forged one himself.

In short.

The appointment of the temple fair in seven days must be known to the Zhou Dynasty.

He Luo Yan can't take the blame.

Ok.

Handwriting also needs to be hidden.

……

……

Luo Yan finished writing the letter, covered his face, spent a few pennies to find a little beggar, and asked the little beggar to send the letter to Luohan Martial Arts Hall.

After watching the little beggar successfully deliver the letter, he quietly walked towards Xiao's Martial Arts Hall.

I planned to sell the land deed for some silver.

But after killing three people and finding 21 taels of silver from those three people, selling the land deeds can be a relief.

after all.

If a child makes trouble with money, he will inevitably be targeted.

He thought that in a few more months, when he grows taller and more powerful, he will sell the land deed.

perhaps……

By that time, he might not need to sell the land deed.

Not long after, Luo Yan returned to Xiao's Martial Arts Hall.

As soon as he entered the gate, a beautiful figure flew over like a butterfly.

Accompanied by a gust of fragrant wind, Xiao Xueer appeared in front of him and whispered: "Junior brother, has the letter been delivered yet?"

"Forehead……"

Luo Yan felt a headache, glanced at Xiao Quan not far away calmly, nodded and said:
"Return to Senior Sister, it has been sent over."

"That's good."

Xiao Xueer breathed a sigh of relief, patted her swollen chest, smiled sweetly, and took out a pill:
"Junior brother, here you are, this is a letter delivery reward."

The elixir is Xuezhuang Dan.

Luo Yan took it and said happily, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

If you get a blood pill for nothing, it's not in vain for him to write a handwritten letter.

"Thank you, but don't tell anyone else."

Xiao Xueer confessed, she bounced away with her hands behind her back, obviously in a good mood.

It wasn't until Xiao Xue'er left that Xiao Quan came over and warned again with a low voice: "Junior brother, keep your mouth shut!"

"Yes."

Luo Yan nodded heavily.

He didn't bother to pay attention to the little dirty thoughts of these two people, he was only interested in becoming stronger now.

He changed his voice and asked in a low voice:
"Eldest brother, can I buy that blood pill from you?"

He wanted to find Hu Yong.

But now that I know Xiao Quan, it is naturally more convenient to buy from Xiao Quan.

"Do you want to buy the Blood Boosting Pill?"

Xiao Quan looked at Luo Yan in surprise.

The Xue Zhuang Pill is a special secret medicine of Xiao's martial arts school, and it is also one of the main sources of income, so it is definitely possible to sell it.

Luo Yan nodded, chuckled, and said: "I heard people say that if you want to achieve success in martial arts, you must take Xuezhuang Pill."

"It's exaggerated, but the effect of the Xue Zhuang Pill is not small."

Xiao Quan casually explained, and then said, "How much silver did you prepare?"

Luo Yan groped around for a while, took out ten taels of silver, and said, "Brother, what's the price?"

"One or two, one grain. Since you are one of our own, I will give you a discount, ten taels of silver and eleven grains. What do you think?" Xiao Quan glanced at the silver in Luo Yan's hand, and said lightly.

"Thank you, senior brother." Luo Yan hastily cupped his hands in thanks.

This price is no different from what Hu Yong said.

"It's easy to say. You don't need to keep in mind that you can take one pill a day for this Xuezhuang Pill. If you take too much, it will only damage your foundation, and it will not be good for your future." Xiao Quan warned.

Luo Yan's heart trembled, and he said hastily, "Thank you, brother, for letting me know."

before him.

I really don't know if there is any damage to the foundation.

Originally, he planned to swallow ten blood pills in one gulp, so as to accumulate enough energy as soon as possible to strengthen the breath holding technique, but now it seems that he can only do it slowly.

Xiao Quan took the money, and after a while brought a small bottle and handed it to Luo Yan.

Luo Yan put away the vial and went back to the backyard.

Pushing open the door, the smell of sweat mixed with body odor came to the face, Hu Yong stood in the middle of the aisle, bragging loudly about the glorious deeds of last night.

He hit an apprentice next door.

The apprentice pissed on his ass and kowtowed to him for mercy.

Luo Yan didn't know what to show off, walked around Hu Yong, went to lie down on his own bed, and then glanced at his panel.

now.

He has two martial arts.

An Iron Arm Fist, strengthened from the Iron Wire Fist, is a leather-refining martial art. To strengthen it again, it needs a full fifty points of energy.

It is a breath-holding technique, which is not a martial art, and requires ten points of energy to strengthen it.

"Iron Arm Fist needs [-] points of energy to strengthen. Could it be possible that after strengthening, it can be directly upgraded to blood refining martial arts?"

"There is also this breath-holding technique, which requires ten points of energy to strengthen, which is twice as high as the Iron Wire Fist."

"By the way, you have to practice this iron arm fist by yourself, especially the tricks of training your body and developing the skin membrane."

Practice fisting.

It is best to stick your arms into a hot casserole and practice boxing with iron sand.

But now Luo Yan is only an apprentice, so naturally it is impossible to make a whole casserole.

Then he can only practice hard.

Beat the stakes and the walls with flesh and blood arms until the flesh is ripped apart!

Then, reciprocate in turn.

This makes the skin on the arm tougher and thicker.

Until, the arm is like iron, comparable to a weapon!
This process is painful when you think about it.

Luo Yan was not afraid of pain, but worried that the recovery speed would be too slow after his arm was bruised!

He was thinking.

At this time, there was a bang, and the door was pushed open, and then a group of people squeezed in.

This group of people is fierce and vicious, and those who come are not good.

The leader was a burly fat man with shirtless arms and dragon tattoos on his shoulders.

The moment the fat man rushed in, he aimed at Hu Yong, kicked in the air, and knocked Hu Yong, who was in a daze in the aisle, to the ground.

"Hu Yong, right? You were the one who bullied my brother yesterday?" the fat man asked.

Hu Yong lay on the ground, gasping for air.

It wasn't until the fat man opened his mouth that he came back to his senses and looked at the fat man with a grin.

He didn't explain, but cursed directly: "Fuck, you dare to hit me?!"

"What happened to you?"

The fat man sneered and slapped Hu Yong again.

He has a strong physique and is too fierce. He is not easy to provoke at first sight, so no one in the room dares to help.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Luo Yan frowned slightly.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

There are a few rooms in the backyard, a total of seven NO.80 apprentices.

Coupled with the time of youth, hormones have nowhere to vent.

This dispute is naturally indispensable.

But Hu Yong's nature is escaped, and he has a cousin who learns martial arts from Xiao Tieshan, so he naturally became the boss of this room.

When there are many younger brothers around him, he becomes domineering in his dealings with others.

last night.

Luo Yan saw Hu Yong and a group of people beating an apprentice in the next room, which was what Hu Yong was bragging about just now.

But today, people's revenge came.

How happy it was then is how miserable it is now.

Luo Yan didn't intend to help, just watched the show with cold eyes.

Hu Yong was pressed under the crotch by the fat man and kept slapping his face.

After a while, both cheeks were red and swollen, looking horrible.

But he also had the guts, he didn't beg for mercy, but kept swearing.

just.

The more he scolded, the more he beat the fat man.

Within 2 minutes, all he had left was whining.

"Heh... bah!"

After venting, the fat man spat on Hu Yong's face again, and then walked away from Hu Yong with a sneer:

"Brothers, let's go, I, Wang Qiang, invite everyone to drink."

With a wave of his hand, Wang Qiang left with a group of younger brothers.

Only at this moment did the apprentices in the room dare to move, and helped the miserable Hu Yong up from the ground.

"Brother Yong, are you okay?"

"Brother Yong, who is that fat man who dares to hit you?"

"The fat man doesn't know that your cousin is the disciple of the owner?"

"Brother Yong, let's find a chance to kill him."

Hu Yong sat on the ground, his face was swollen and he couldn't open his eyes.

He looked at the direction in which Wang Qiang and his group left, and growled with incomparable resentment: "Wang Qiang! Just wait for me!"

(End of this chapter)