I was absolutely adaptable at the start, I pushed Gao Wu horizontally

Squeak!

As a tooth-biting sound sounded on the wooden door, revealing the anti-theft iron door behind the wooden door, Zhang Hong opened the iron door, and only a gray living room greeted him.

Zhang Hong turned on the light, and the living room immediately brightened.

There is only a small square table in the living room, four chairs, and an LCD TV that has been purchased for five years.

He skillfully hung the key on the hook behind the iron door, then went to the kitchen to take out the leftovers from the rice cooker and put them in the steamer to heat.

After doing all this, he went back to his room.

Zhang's room is small, with a single bed and desk in the corner, an old tape recorder on the desk, and a black yoga mat in the middle, surrounded by exercise equipment such as cement dumbbells and sandbags.

Zhang Hong walked into the small room that belonged to him, and only then did he have a sense of relaxation.

"Phew, I wonder what the trigger mechanism for this adaptation is?"

Zhang Hong casually threw his schoolbag on the single bed, frowning and looking at the panel in his field of vision, the meaning

of these two words was very limited.

So far, he's triggered twice, once when drinking hot water and once with dry air on the way home.

Zhang Hong thought of the common denominator between the two triggers, and then took out the kitchen knife in the kitchen.

"If I'm guessing correctly, the trigger mechanism should be to make yourself feel uncomfortable."

"Does that count as an injury?"

Zhang Hong gestured twice with a kitchen knife to his hand, and after a deep groan, finally decided to give up this stupid decision.

Wait until the mechanism of adaptation is fully understood!

Zhang Hong put the kitchen knife back in its place, and then returned to the room silently.

Forget it, let's exercise first!

Zhang Hong scratched his head at the panel in front of him, walked to the desk, turned on the tape recorder, and threw his blouse on the bed.

"The federal government's seventh revised version of martial arts gymnastics, starting now, preparatory pose..." Zhang

Hong stood on the yoga mat and meticulously exercised according to the moves taught by the school.

In order to screen out martial artists, the Huaxia government organized martial arts grandmasters of various schools to create martial arts gymnastics based on basic pile skills, basic boxing techniques, and basic steps, so as to establish a martial arts foundation for extensive study.

Zhang Hong also relied on martial arts gymnastics and strength training to train his arm strength to two hundred kilograms.

If it were placed before the emergence of martial arts, such a power had reached the peak of ordinary people, but in this era, it could not reach the minimum admission standards of martial arts academies.

The minimum admission standard for the Budo Academy, two hundred and twenty-five kilograms!

Zhang Hong is still at least twenty-five kilograms short of strength.

And the further you go to the back of muscle training, the more difficult it is to improve.

Zhang Hong's strength level had not improved for several months, and he had also asked the instructor at the school, and the answer was that he had entered a bottleneck period.

Either rely on a long time to temper the body, or buy qi and blood supplements to break through in one fell swoop.

And qi and blood supplements, the price is often tens of thousands, which Zhang Hong, an ordinary family, cannot afford.

The only choice he can choose is time.

Half an hour later.

"Woohoohoohoo!"

Zhang Hong was already sweating profusely, his bangs were wet and sticking to his forehead, and his skin was slightly red.

Martial arts gymnastics is a good basic exercise, but this method of stimulating qi and blood is extremely physically consuming, without external help, do more exercise once a day, morning and evening.

Zhang Hong went to get the top next to the bed after exercising, and prepared to take a bath after resting for a while.

Next moment!

A message flashed in his eyes.

【Congratulations to the host for successfully adapting to a mild physical fatigue state】【Congratulations to the host for successfully adapting to

superficial qi and blood stimulation】

"????

Zhang Hong's originally stretched out hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the originally slightly red skin on his body began to return to normal, and the originally hot qi and blood gradually became smoother.

Can fatigue also be adapted?

Zhang Hong is a little incredible, but the feeling of his body being relaxed can't deceive people, and the qi and blood in his body are still running continuously after he stagnated!

"Shallow qi and blood stimulation, that is, after adaptation, you can automatically cultivate?"

Zhang Hong's eyes lit up.

He seems to have found a new way to open up this ability.

If this is the case, then continue to cultivate yourself, I don't know if it has any effect!

Zhang Hongton's eyes were fiery, and he immediately began the second martial arts gymnastics.

After the second pass, Zhang Hong's body didn't even feel sweating, but he could clearly feel that the agitation of qi and blood in his body accelerated a little! .

There is an effect! Go on!

Zhang Hong immediately started the third time.

The fourth time....

Zhang Hong was halfway through the sixth exercise, he felt a hot feeling coming from his body, and I don't know when his body was like a red-hot lobster, and boiling blood flowed in his body!

【Congratulations

to the host for successfully adapting to moderate physical fatigue】【Congratulations to the host for successfully adapting to the middle-level qi and blood stimulation】As the

information in his eyes rose, the abnormality of Zhang Hong's body surface immediately dissipated, replaced by a transparent comfort and a yoga mat soaked in sweat.

After the sixth time, the flow speed of qi and blood in his body more than doubled, and it was running automatically every moment!

"If you continue at this pace and train martial arts gymnastics without limit, one month is enough to make you get earth-shaking changes, and the martial arts examination is not a problem at all."

Zhang Hong sat on the yoga mat, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But before he could rejoice for long, a rumbling sound suddenly came from his stomach.

"Oops, forgot, there is still the meal in the steamer!"

Zhang Hong's face changed, and he immediately rushed out of the room, came to the kitchen, and unplugged the electricity from the steamer.

He looked at the leftovers in the pot that were just a little wilted, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was okay, and he could still eat it.

After some intense training, Zhang Hong was already hungry, and he picked up the bowl and chopsticks to prepare to turn on the rice cooker to dry the rice.

A message flashed....

[Congratulations to the host for successfully adapting to hunger]

Zhang Hong's original feeling of weakness caused by hunger was immediately swept away.

？？？

No way? Can this be adapted?

Zhang Hong felt that his body had adjusted to an extremely comfortable state.

At this time, he looked at the leftovers in the steamer, and suddenly it was tasteless.

"Forget it."

Zhang Hong shook his head and brought out the food in the steamer.

Although he doesn't want to eat anymore, in order not to worry his parents, let's eat a little.

The moment he brought the food out.

Gaa

The iron door rang.

Li Xiuhua walked in from outside wearing a light blue factory uniform and carrying a canvas satchel.

"Mom."

Zhang Hong put the food on the table and called.

"Eh... It's so late, why haven't you eaten yet?

Li Xiuhua asked when he saw Zhang Hong's appearance.

"It's a little late to work out today."

Zhang Hong answered truthfully.

At the same time, Father Zhang's voice came from outside the house.

"The factory has been busy recently, and I will make an appointment next time when I have time!"

Zhang Cheng greeted his neighbor Lao Li with a smile, and then walked into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, the smile on his face immediately dimmed a little.

Zhang Cheng saw the freshly heated meal on the table, glanced at Zhang Hong without saying anything, and walked into the kitchen to serve the meal.

After a while, the family of three sat down on the table.

"How are you doing at school lately?"

Zhang Cheng asked while eating.