Invincible Swallowing Heaven

Chapter 6 Cultivation
The next day, two more sensational things happened in Shenquan Town.

The owner of Mujiazhuang was seriously injured by a mysterious figure and was bedridden.

Zhou Feng, who used to be the strongest in Shenquan Town, took his grandson to the martial arts gym to report, and the former useless boy was accepted as a disciple by the gym owner Qi Dong himself.

In the old house, Zhou Feng put his arms around Qi Dong's shoulders, raised his glass drunkenly and shouted: "In this life, getting to know you Qi Dong is the happiest thing for me, Zhou Feng, come on, do it!"

Qi Dong was also a little delirious from drunk, and said staggeringly: "I, Qi Dong, have achieved nothing in the first half of my life. The luckiest thing is that I met you Crazy Zhou, and I am where I am today. !"

One world, two brothers!

The two old men obviously didn't use their true energy to get rid of the alcohol, and they were really drunk after drinking.

It's rare to get drunk once in life, and it's rare to drink a thousand cups with a bosom friend.

Zhou Lin hid in the room, holding the "Broken Stone Fist" boxing score in his hand, and looked at the two from a distance, full of reluctance.

He knew that grandpa would be leaving tomorrow.

Grandpa said that he could learn Poshiquan soon, and he did it.

When the sky was about to light up, Zhou Lin vaguely felt a figure standing in front of him, and when he realized who that person was, the figure had already left.

He sat up, looked at the empty room, lost his mind for a while.

Grandpa left because he was worried about himself, and now he is still too weak.

Unable to fall asleep, he simply got up and went to the front of the house to start practicing boxing.

Raging Fire Fist has already achieved a small degree, while Breaking Stone Fist is just a beginner. The two kinds of boxing are both fierce and unforgiving. Raging Fire Fist tends to be explosive, but Breaking Stone Fist is pure strength. After two sets of punches, the whole body feels comfortable and faintly A mysterious power penetrated into the body, and the whole body was numb and crisp, as if the strength had increased a lot.

"You have a good foundation, and you still need systematic practice. I believe that it won't be long before you can break through to the warrior realm."

"Teacher, you are awake."

Zhou Lin stopped, turned around and saw Qi Dong standing by the door, staring at him with piercing eyes.

"Your grandfather entrusted you to me, and I will naturally do everything I can to train you. From today onwards, you need to carry a hundred kilograms of weight every day, run ten miles fast, practice the sword a thousand times, and the two sets of boxing a hundred times. It will squeeze your potential in the shortest time and let you soar into the sky, can you do it?"

"I can! As long as it makes me stronger as soon as possible, I can do anything."

Zhou Lin held his head high and made a loud noise.

"Okay! This place is relatively remote, just right for you to practice. The vast area of ​​the Shenquan Mountains is your training ground, and the monsters there are your opponents. Don't let Poshiquan leak out easily. You must come back every night. I will provide you with enough Herbal bath to clear bruises. Remember all?"

"remember!"

Zhou Lin nodded with determination in his eyes.

"Very good, take it. This is the identity token of the martial arts disciple. You can go to the martial arts hall to receive tasks and exchange items. I will send you the armored weight later. When I am away, it depends on your self-consciousness." Practiced."

"Also, new martial arts disciples will have monthly exams every month, and the sixth day of next month will be the exam day, don't forget."

Qi Dong threw a sign over, turned around and flew away.

In the evening, the owner of the museum brought the medicinal materials for the medicated bath and the weight-bearing armor, and left after encouraging them.

Zhou Lin put on the iron armor, which weighed [-] kilograms, and when he stepped on it, the ground trembled slightly.

He used his strength to make a starting gesture, and wanted to punch a set, but found it extremely difficult, and he was already sweating when he raised his hand.

"Run ten miles, strike a knife a thousand times, and do two sets of punches a hundred times. Start by running ten miles."

Zhou Lin gritted his teeth and trot along the path outside the Shenquan Mountains.

Running, it seems that the armor on my body is not so heavy.

He circulated the Heaven Swallowing God Art, and the pores all over his body seemed to be devouring the essence between heaven and earth.

After running around for a while, Zhou Lin grinned, "It's not that difficult to run for ten miles, it's good, and now I'm going to strike a thousand times!"

Grab a knife from the corner and chop from the top down.

once!
twice!

Chopping is the basic movement of knife technique, and it is used most often.

A simple slash, but Zhou Lin was thinking of doing it the fastest.

Because grandpa said that in the world of martial arts, there is no speed that cannot be broken. If a simple slash reaches a certain level, it can still kill a master.

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.

"One hundred times, two hundred times, and eight hundred times, come again!"

He found that he still underestimated the thousand times of the knife.

It wasn't too difficult to strike a thousand times before wearing the weight-bearing armor. Now that he was wearing the weight-bearing armor, he had only struck out two hundred times, and he already felt his arms trembling.

"Persevere, persist, to become stronger, for father, mother, grandpa, 470 eight, 470 nine"

Sweat blurred his vision, and when he struck out for the thousandth time with all his strength, his entire right hand was completely numb.

Bang!

When the knife fell to the ground, Zhou Lin was limp on the ground, gasping for breath, covered in sweat, and his muscles ached.

This kind of intensity is much higher than in the past, and it is completely squeezing myself.

However, he did not give up.

After a short rest, he struggled to stand up and began to practice boxing.

Practice boxing over and over again.

Until all the tasks are completed, all the energy in the whole body is squeezed out.

With a thud, Zhou Lin was completely exhausted, fell to the ground, and fell asleep soundly.

"I'm so thirsty for water!"

After waking up from thirst, Zhou Lin took off his armor, rushed out like an arrow, and drank two large cans of cold water in one go.

"Very hungry, very hungry!"

The more I drink water, the more hungry I feel, and my chest is already touching my back.

Only then did he realize that there was no food at home, nor did his grandfather leave any money, and he had nothing on him except the three spars he found by beheading Mu Jun.

"Gollum..."

His stomach was growling mercilessly, he clutched his stomach, grabbed the big knife and rushed out.

He wants to roast a sheep, no, two!
Thinking of food, his saliva was drooling, he wiped his saliva and rushed towards the back mountain.

The mountains and forests were quiet, and occasionally there was a roar of a beast. Zhou Lin flew quickly, and saw a wolf chasing an antelope in front of him.

"You are the one!"

The light of the saber flashed, and Zhou Lin used the Ba Dao Jue, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and instantly swallowed it.

A thin line of blood flew across, and the wolf and the antelope died at the same time.

On their necks, the wounds solidified quickly, leaving no trace at all.

"Finally something to eat."

With eager eyes, Zhou Lin dragged the antelope to the nearby river, opened his stomach, and lit a fire to barbecue.

Destined to be a wonderful afternoon, after a hearty meal, he picked a root of grass, picked his teeth, and contentedly carried the monster wolf to the town.

The fur and bones of monsters are good things, and they can be sold for a lot of money in the market.

(End of this chapter)