Martial arts: start from copying the root bone

Chapter 4 0004 Forging blood first level.

afternoon.

Lu Changfeng took a rest for a while.

Then, with the help of Zhang Desheng, he continued to practice [Leshan Nu King Kong].

The moves and breathing methods of this blood-forging exercise are quite complicated, and it will take a few days to fully understand it.

Throughout the afternoon, Lu Changfeng practiced [Leshan Nuvajra] five times.

The whole body's blood was surging.

Zhang Desheng was quite satisfied with Lu Changfeng's performance.

That is Lu Changfeng's root bone. An ordinary root bone warrior, even with the assistance of medicinal soup, will have to get tired and lie down if he can't practice [Leshan Nu King Kong] a few times a day.

Having dinner in the Wuguan cafeteria at night, Zhang Desheng still prepared Qi and blood medicine soup for Lu Changfeng.

In the evening, Zhang Desheng asked Lu Changfeng to rest. The daytime practice was enough, and the body needed time to recover.

So Lu Changfeng dragged his tired body back to the bedroom prepared for him by the martial arts hall.

"Master!"

A figure has been waiting in front of the bedroom for a long time, it is Chunzhu!

In the afternoon, Zhang Desheng sent his disciples to fetch Chunzhu.

"Chunzhu, I have been accepted as a personal disciple by the gymnasium owner, and we will live in the martial arts hall from now on." Lu Changfeng said.

Chunzhu nodded: "Master, go inside and rest, I see you are exhausted from practicing martial arts."

After entering the house, Chunzhu fetched water for Lu Changfeng to wipe as before.

Lu Changfeng felt a little uncomfortable at first, but this is the daily routine in the past, so it is not good to refuse suddenly.

After taking off his coat, Lu Changfeng's exposed body was red and congested. Chunzhu felt distressed when he saw it, and he became more gentle when he wiped it off.

Gradually, Lu Changfeng began to enjoy it.

"Master, we've moved to the martial arts gym, do you want to tell Uncle Wen?" Chunzhu asked what came to his mind.

Uncle Wen?

In Lu Changfeng's mind, a bearded man in a police uniform appeared.

Uncle Wen's full name is Liu Jinwen, and he works as a headhunter in the inner city. He was a close friend of Lu Changfeng's father in the past.

In the past, it was thanks to Uncle Wen's management that Lu Changfeng and Chunzhu were not persecuted worse, and they were able to keep the small courtyard and live a poor but peaceful life.

"You take the time to go to the small courtyard and leave a message for the neighbors, so that they can bring a message when they see Uncle Wen."

"I know, master."

After wiping, Chunzhu went to the next room to rest.

Lu Changfeng was exhausted, so he fell asleep early.

In this way, the time came three days later.

On this day, the training ground of Changle Martial Arts Hall was decorated a lot.

On the table at the top, Zhang Desheng was sipping tea with a contented expression.

Lu Changfeng stood alone on one side.

Opposite Lu Changfeng, the four people lined up were Zhang Desheng's son Zhang Yong.

First disciple Sima Ming, second disciple Zhou Feng, third disciple Liu Ye.

When it was Lu Changfeng's turn, he was Zhang Desheng's fourth personal disciple.

Zhang Desheng had confiscated his disciples for a long time, so this time, the number of people in the martial arts practice field has already reached hundreds.

In addition to Zhang Desheng's disciples, there are also various people who have good friends with Zhang Desheng and come here with gifts.

The other three of the four major martial arts schools, as well as several gangs, all sent people to give gifts.

Lu Changfeng stood tall and tall. After these few days of training, Lu Changfeng's posture became more and more upright, and the blood on his face returned to normal.

At this time, his face was calm, and he could tell that he was an outstanding disciple just by looking at his appearance.

Lu Changfeng was calm on the surface, but he was extremely bored looking at the talents of the people around him.

The three senior brothers, Sima Ming, Zhou Feng, and Liu Ye are all the backbone of the second class.

Zhang Desheng's son, Zhang Yong, is only the root of the second class.

No wonder Zhang Desheng feels that there is no successor.

The roots of the second class are considered extremely high among ordinary people, but they still lack some, so they cannot take on the great task of inheriting the martial arts school.

As for talent, none of them had it.

Thinking of his talent, Lu Changfeng searched the crowd with his eyes.

Seeing the registered disciple of Changle Martial Arts Hall who possesses middle-grade talent [Swordsmanship], he was slightly relieved just now.

If there is no accident, this [Swordsmanship] is the next target I want to copy.

It's time!Accompanied by a burst of bells.

The apprenticeship process began, and Lu Changfeng toasted tea and poured wine, acting calmly.

At the end of the process, the house is full of applause.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother!"

"Congratulations, little brother!"

"Junior brother, congratulations!"

"Changfeng, congratulations!"

A few direct disciples and Zhang Yong came to congratulate him.

Lu Changfeng nodded in response one by one.

Zhang Desheng on the side looked at the scene of the contact of the outstanding children under his command with a smile on his face. ,

Quite contented.

The news of Zhang Desheng's acceptance of disciples in the Changle Martial Arts Hall was only spread in a small area in the outer city for a few days.

After a few days, there was no sound.

Lu Changfeng also started the process of concentrating on training in the martial arts hall.

On the fifth day after apprenticeship, Lu Changfeng successfully introduced 【Leshan Furying King Kong】.

After that, Zhang Desheng no longer taught Lu Changfeng to practice every day, but let Lu Changfeng practice on his own. He was only responsible for inspecting the progress and preparing the corresponding qi-tonifying medicine soup for Lu Changfeng.

Lu Changfeng himself is also a self-conscious guy. In addition to practicing during the day, he will also practice one or two times at night.

Now that the world is in trouble, he has the ability to copy the interface and copy the first-class talent. If he doesn't take advantage of the peace to step up his cultivation, when will he wait?
Zhang Desheng saw Lu Changfeng's efforts in his eyes. Although he didn't say anything, he looked at Lu Changfeng with more satisfaction.

In this way, Lu Changfeng entered the country very quickly.

One day after one month, when Lu Changfeng was practicing [Leshan Furying King Kong], his whole body was suddenly filled with qi and blood!
Lu Changfeng's heart was full of blessings, and he let out a big drink, and his whole body exploded, and the movements of his hands became three points faster!

I saw that the qi and blood in Lu Changfeng's body were circulating faster and faster, and finally broke through a certain shackle at a certain moment, and a large amount of qi and blood gushed out from Lu Changfeng's various hematopoietic organs.

As Lu Changfeng landed the last move, the turbulent energy and blood in his body slowly calmed down.

"Breakthrough! Is this the first level of blood training?"

Standing on the spot, Lu Changfeng could clearly hear his strong heartbeat.

Lu Changfeng's body muscles began to grow crazily under the accumulation of more than twice the amount of energy and blood of ordinary people.

"Ugh, I'm so hungry!"

Lu Changfeng pulled his coat to cover his muscular body, and walked towards the cafeteria.

In the cafeteria, let the chef in charge of the spoon cook a small stove, and ate food for ten people in a row, and just stopped the hunger in his stomach.

After breaking through the first level of forging blood, Zhang Desheng changed Lu Changfeng to another qi-tonifying medicinal soup.

In just ten days, Lu Changfeng grew from 1.7 meters to 1.8 meters, and his weight increased from about 80 kilograms to more than [-] kilograms.

Speed, strength, explosive power, and responsiveness are all greatly improved.

This is the change brought about by the first level of forging blood.

After absorbing the changes brought about by the first level of forging blood, ordinary people are just a matter of punching one punch under Lu Changfeng's hands.

The first level of forging blood also means that Lu Changfeng has completed the transformation from an ordinary person to a warrior.

To deal with the current Lu Changfeng, at least seven or eight strong men with weapons would be needed.

In the entire martial arts hall, more than half of the registered disciples have not broken through to the first level of blood forging.

Lu Changfeng was able to break through to the first level of blood forging in a month, and Zhang Desheng also proved his roots and perseverance.

"The copying interface will be updated tomorrow. Are you copying Li Youtian's [Swordsmanship] talent, or are you looking for something else?"

Time passed quickly, seven or seven days and 49 days were about to pass, and Lu Changfeng was about to start thinking about the next copy.

(End of this chapter)