I was clearly practicing martial arts, how did it become a magical power?

Chapter 2 Hard Training

"Did you hear that?"

"Young Master and Qian Lao were practicing martial arts today, and they passed out immediately."

"The young master's physique is really weak."

"No"

The two maids were discussing quietly in the deep corridor, snickering from time to time.

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will fine you one month's salary."

Qian Hai suddenly walked in and said coldly.

Seeing Qian Hai, the two maids turned pale with fear and trembled.

Qian Hai was not interested in arguing with the two maids and walked into the room in the small courtyard.

Qin Yang had woken up long ago, leaning on the bedside with a dazed look on his face.

Creak~

Qian Hai pushed the door open and entered.

"Chamber."

Qin Yang came back to his senses when he heard the sound of pushing the door open.

"I was careless this time and didn't expect it."

Qian Hai stopped talking.

He was afraid that telling the truth would damage Qin Yang's self-confidence.

"It's okay. I understand."

"It means I need to exercise even more."

Qin Yang didn't mind.

"That's okay. I asked Xiaohuan to cook a medicinal soup that can replenish qi and blood. You can take it first."

"When practicing martial arts, you should also pay attention to step by step and not be too forced."

Qian Hai reminded.

"Uncle Qian, don't worry, I'll keep it all in mind."

Qin Yang nodded.

Upon seeing this, Qian Hai felt relieved and asked Qin Yang to rest a lot before leaving the room.

"What is this."

After Qian Hai left, Qin Yang's eyes became confused again.

He knew he had passed out.

It was probably because of the transparent box that appeared in front of me.

Moreover, it seemed that only he could see this box, and Uncle Chamber could not see it at all.

"Is the 1/100 at the end of Luohan Quan the experience value?"

"Just like gaining experience, as long as I continue to practice, my practice value will continue to increase, and then I will break through the martial arts realm?"

Qin Yang kept guessing.

This transparent box did not give him any prompt information, so he could only rely on himself to figure it out.

However, he practiced Arhat Boxing for a day today and his muscles were so sore that it was impossible to practice it again and he could only wait until tomorrow.

after awhile.

The maid then came over with medicinal soup.

After Qin Yang drank it, his body felt warm and comfortable.

Had a wonderful sleep.

Until early the next morning.

Qin Yang got up early and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Maybe it was because he practiced boxing all day yesterday, and he ate a lot more. He drank a bowl of millet porridge and ate a few boiled eggs.

This time Qin Yang returned to his small courtyard to practice Arhat Boxing.

With yesterday's successful experience, after two or three failures this time, he performed the Arhat Fist completely again.

Huhu~~~

Qin Yang's body was indeed weak, and he felt out of breath not long after practicing.

"Must increase"

"Whether you can become a martial arts master depends on this time."

Qin Yang felt very uneasy.

After groping last night, he knew that he could summon the transparent box with just a thought.

"system."

In an instant.

A transparent box emerged from his eyes.

Host: Qin Yang

Luohan Quan: Getting Started (2/100)

Qin Yang was overjoyed to see that the experience value behind Luohan Fist had increased a little.

"It's true. As long as you keep practicing and persevere, you can quickly break through!"

Qin Yang seemed to have forgotten all his fatigue and started practicing Arhat Fist again.

"As long as you practice a hundred times, you can practice a hundred times!"

Qin Yang set a goal for himself.

this morning.

He was practicing boxing.

Since I am new to Luohan Quan, it is inevitable that I will make mistakes and have to start over.

But none of these could shake Qin Yang's determination.

Even the food was brought to him by his maid.

"By the way, Xiaohuan. The medicinal soup that Uncle Qian asked you to cook yesterday, you can cook me another bowl."

"I will drink a bowl every day from now on."

Qin Yang sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, wolfing down the food and speaking vaguely.

"Okay, Master!" Xiaohuan nodded lightly.

She was actually surprised in her heart. She didn't expect Qin Yang to be able to practice so hard after what happened yesterday.

Another compound.

Qian Hai stood under the shade of the tree, looked at Qin Yang's small courtyard, and shook his head slightly.

He originally thought Qin Yang would show up today, but it turned out that it had been a whole morning and he still hadn't come.

"Forget it. Rotten wood cannot be carved."

Qian Hai stopped caring so much and started practicing on his own.

At night.

Qin Yang had been practicing for a whole day, and his muscles all over his body were sore. He was lying on the bed and asked his personal maid Xiaohuan to massage him.

"Master, can you practice like this?"

"You really don't need to ask Uncle Qian for advice?"

Xiaohuan's soft and cold hands kept beating Qin Yang's back.

"Need not."

"I can just practice it myself."

Qin Yang shook his head.

All he needs to do is continue to practice Arhat Fist and increase his experience points.

"Okay." Xiaohuan didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"You tell the kitchen to cook more meat tomorrow. I'm a little hungry now."

Qin Yang's stomach made a growling sound.

"Master, let me cook you a bowl of noodles first."

Xiaohuan said hurriedly.

"Go ahead."

Qin Yang nodded.

While Xiaohuan went to the kitchen to cook noodles, Qin Yang also stood up cross-legged.

"I practiced twenty times today."

"Based on this, I should be able to break through in four days."

"No. As I become familiar with Luohan Quan, this time should be shortened a bit."

Qin Yang said to himself.

After a day of practice, although his body was quite tired, he felt very happy inside.

He enjoyed the feeling of his body getting stronger.

The next few days.

Qin Yang never appeared in the compound again.

Qian Hai just thought Qin Yang had returned to his previous temperament and went to Goulan to listen to music with a few friends all day long, but ignored him.

In the small courtyard.

Xiaohuan was sitting on the stone bench next to him.

She has been quite tired these past few days.

Not only must he boil medicine for Qin Yang, but he must also knead his muscles while Qin Yang is resting.

"Young master doesn't know what's wrong."

"You suddenly became obsessed with martial arts training?"

Xiaohuan supported his chin with his hand, his head filled with doubts.

Qin Yang's complexion was obviously much better than in the past few days, and his punches were not as weak as before, and he had a little more strength.

In the past few days, I have become more and more familiar with Luohan Quan, and I can perform a set of movements smoothly, and my efficiency has also improved a lot.

"The hundredth time~!"

Qin Yang roared in his heart and punched the air hard.

This is the last move of the forty-eight styles of Arhat Boxing, where Arhat subdues demons.

Bang~

Qin Yang felt that the muscles all over his body were making a tense creaking sound, and his bones were also swelling slightly.

At the same time, many memories of practicing Arhat Boxing came to my mind.

These memories filled Qin Yang's mind, making him feel a little swollen and painful.

His whole body was in pain. Qin Yang's face couldn't help but become twisted and ferocious, and the veins on his forehead protruded.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The gap between Xiaohuan and Qin Yang felt something was wrong, so he hurriedly came over to check.

"It's okay. Help me into the room."

Qin Yang reluctantly spoke out.