Longevity starts from strengthening internal organs

Chapter 5
After the boxing practice is over, the next test is to hit wooden stakes.

All the handymen will break these wooden stakes buried in the ground with a pair of fists.

This project tests the hardness of the bones and the strength of blood.

After all, only after the boxing technique has been practiced to the basic level, the vitality and blood are strong, and the joints are hardened, can it be possible to break the wooden stake.

"Hey, ha!"

A handyman shouted loudly, his arm muscles swelled, and he punched out.

With a click, the stake snapped.

Next to him, someone lowered his head and recorded the corresponding numbers on the paper.

For a while, the whole martial arts arena was full of hey-ha sounds, interspersed with the cracking sound of wooden stakes, and painful groans after the blow failed.

Zhao Ya secretly observed and found that the average level of most people was around three to four stakes.

Someone with a little strength can only break five wooden stakes at most, so I can't help but have a certain idea in my heart.

"Are you ready?" At this moment, a traveler asked Zhao Ya.

Zhao Ya nodded, rolled up his sleeves and walked up to a wooden stake. He first pushed it with his hands to feel the hardness of the wooden stake, and then he clenched his palm into a fist and slammed it out.

click.

Amid the crisp cracking sound, the stake snapped.

The traveler's eyes could not help but light up.

Because unlike those grinning and screaming, Zhao Ya was very calm from the beginning to the end.

It's as if this is not a stake, but a piece of dry wood.

Zhao Ya didn't stop after breaking the wooden stake in front of him, and ran straight to the next one.

Kakaka.

After several sounds in a row, Zhao Ya broke eight wooden stakes like chopping melons and vegetables, then stopped, calmed down silently, and then nodded at the executioner.

"Zhao Ya, eight wooden stakes."

The tripper shouted, attracting the attention of many people.

After all, this result can be regarded as the highest record so far.

All of a sudden, the way many people looked at Zhao Ya changed subtly.

Meng Lei, the Chief Escort sitting on the stage, naturally also noticed this scene.

Meng Lei couldn't help but secretly nodded when he saw that the one who broke the eight wooden stakes was Zhao Ya, who had left a good impression on him when he practiced the Five Tiger Fist before.

This young man has been able to perform like this not long after he joined the Escort, he really is a talent to be made.

At this moment, a sound of exclamation suddenly came from somewhere in the martial arts arena.

"How many roots are there?"

"Ten!"

"Hiss, it's so powerful, is this guy planning to break all the remaining wooden stakes today?"

Amidst the discussion, Wei Yu's figure flickered, his fists were thrown out one after another, and the wooden stakes he passed were broken in response.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

Even Meng Lei couldn't help standing up and watching.

Kakaka.

The sound of breaking was endless, and in the blink of an eye, the number of wooden stakes in Wei Yu's hands reached a terrifying sixteen.

At this time, there were only the last two wooden stakes left in the field.

At this moment, Wei Yu suddenly let out a long roar, rushed forward like a tiger, and then punched out with both fists.

With two clicks, the two stakes snapped at the same time.

Only then did Wei Yu stand still, with his head held high, his face full of pride.

"Wei Yu, eighteen wooden stakes!"

All of a sudden, the audience erupted.

"Hiss, eighteen wooden stakes, has this guy already finished bone refining?"

"This son is really terrifying."

Amidst the noise, Meng Lei laughed loudly, stepped down from the high platform and came to Wei Yu.

"Okay, the energy of the fist is strong, and it is true that the hero comes from a teenager."

Wei Yu bowed his head and clasped his fists, "The Chief Escort is too famous."

Despite the humility on his lips, the unconcealable arrogance on his face still betrayed his true inner thoughts.

Meng Lei patted him on the shoulder, gave him a few more words of encouragement, and then turned back to the stage.

"I am very satisfied with the martial arts performance this time. Although a small number of people performed slightly worse, it can be seen that most of them have worked hard in boxing."

"Nowadays, there are many heroes in this world, and the strong are like a cloud. If you want to gain a foothold, you have to practice steadily. After all, kung fu is not bad for others. If you put it in, it will give you back."

Meng Lei talked freely on stage, but Zhao Ya was already immune to such chicken soup talk. He looked sideways at Wei Yu who was standing in the front row.

This boy's strength is really good.

Although Zhao Ya felt that if he tried his best, he could also break a large number of wooden piles.

But he still didn't do that, after all, if he was too showy, he would often cause unnecessary trouble.

In contrast, he would rather be a mediocre mid-level player.

As if sensing Zhao Ya's gaze, Wei Yu turned his head and looked over, and the eyes of both sides met.

Zhao Ya smiled slightly.

Wei Yu only raised his eyebrows, then ignored Zhao Ya and turned back.

Faced with this silent contempt, Zhao Ya just smiled and didn't take it to heart.

But he didn't speak, but Tan Dong next to him was a little out of breath.

He saw what happened just now, so he whispered angrily: "Old Zhao, this kid is really crazy, do you want to teach him a lesson?"

"Okay, then go and teach him a lesson for me." Zhao Ya said lightly.

Tan Dong shrank his neck and said awkwardly: "What am I good at, I just broke two wooden stakes with all my life, and my hands are still hurting."

"Then you still say this?"

"Aren't you angry for you? Besides, I can't teach him a lesson, so you can't do it? Don't think I can't see it. You didn't even break a sweat just now, so you're clearly hiding your clumsiness..."

Zhao Ya glanced at Tan Dong, "No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

Tan Dong shut his mouth, not daring to say more.

At this moment, Meng Lei who was on stage finally finished his chicken soup.

"Wei Yu, Zhao Ya, Zhou Hua, Luo Feng, you stay here, the rest of you should leave."

Zhao Ya's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the main event was coming.

really.

After the rest of the people dispersed, Meng Lei called Zhao Ya and the other four together and announced a few things.

First of all, the monthly salary of Zhao Ya and others has been increased.

Zhao Ya's previous monthly salary was one or two taels of silver, but now it has been directly adjusted to two taels.

This is not the highest, Wei Yu's monthly salary has directly reached as much as three taels.

But this benefit is nothing compared to what Meng Lei announced later.

In the future, the lunch for Zhao Ya and the other four will be provided by the Escort Bureau.

Don't underestimate this meal, in Meng Lei's words, it is all cooked with bloody beast meat.

The most important thing is that there is a bowl of tonic soup made from various precious medicinal materials after the meal, which has a miraculous effect on nourishing qi and blood and strengthening physical strength.

As soon as this condition came out, even Zhao Ya had to be tempted by it, let alone the other three.

"Thank you for the kindness of the Escort's cultivation. I will remember my heart and do my best for the Escort." Luo Feng, who was the youngest next to him, was so excited that he directly expressed his loyalty.

Meng Lei laughed, "There's no need to be so heartbroken, as long as you wait for the four of them to practice well, that's the biggest reward for the Escort."

"Okay, you three go back and rest, Wei Yu, come with me."

Meng Lei stopped Wei Yu alone and led him away.

"Brother Wei has the favor of the Chief Escort, and now he has reached the sky in one step." Luo Feng said enviously.

In contrast, Zhou Hua was much calmer. He just glanced at Wei Yu's back, then turned and left.

"Brother Zhao, we will be like-minded people from now on, do you want to go out and celebrate?" Luo Feng said enthusiastically.

Zhao Ya smiled and shook his head, "Forget it, I still have something to do, let's wait another day."

Then he also turned and left.

(End of this chapter)