There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

There are several stone locks in the corner of the yard.

They are tools used by martial arts disciples to train their strength. From small to large, they are 50 jin, 80 jin, 100 jin, 150 jin, 200 jin...

There is no level division in the Qi and Blood Realm. What should we do to compete?

We can only use tools like stone locks to compete, and the one with greater strength will win.

Of course, some people can lift stone locks without entering the Qi and Blood Realm. They can throw stone locks weighing dozens of jin into the air and catch them. They are born with supernatural powers. They were born in a wealthy family and have no lack of nutrition.

No matter how you look at it, Nie Wushuang, who was born as a street kid, is not such a person.

At the age of sixteen, he was not tall and thin. It was only after he entered the martial arts hall and ate a lot that he looked fleshy. Gu Baiyun had seen him before. He was as thin as a straw. He was afraid that he would be blown away by a slightly stronger wind.

If he couldn't lift the stone lock with one hand, it would mean one thing.

That is, Nie Wushuang's comprehension is amazing enough, but his bones are nothing.

If one can lift a stone lock, even if it is only the smallest one weighing fifty jin, even if one can only lift it with one hand and cannot throw it into the air and then catch it, then one has entered the Qi and Blood Realm. This means that Nie Wushuang not only has amazing comprehension, but also has good bones, at least above average.

"Give it a try..."

"Choose a stone lock, lift it with one hand, first lift it horizontally above the head, and if you can do it, throw the stone lock into the air and catch it with both hands."

Gu Baiyun pointed at the stone locks and said in a tone that pretended to be calm.

Nie Wushuang walked over and stood in front of the stone locks.

In front of him was the lightest fifty jin stone lock. He took a look, walked over, and came to the eighty jin stone lock.

Then, he walked over again.

Finally, he stood in front of the one hundred jin stone lock.

After one hundred jin, there are one hundred and fifty jin and two hundred jin. Generally speaking, a Qi and Blood Master can throw a two hundred jin stone lock into the air with one hand and catch it with one hand, and can repeat this more than ten times.

Without trying, Nie Wushuang didn't know if he could do it.

However, there was no need.

Two hundred kilograms was too shocking.

Even if he could do it, there was no need.

The limit of his body's Qi and blood was more than two hundred kilograms.

With the existence of a clone, he was immune to the damage caused by cultivation, and his bones were the best choice, so the power of Qi and blood could be pushed up as much as possible.

It was hard to say how much it would reach.

As for now?

One hundred kilograms was just right!

Nie Wushuang stood in front of the one hundred kilograms stone lock, put down the tiger-shaped pile, and quickly performed the thirty-six-way boxing stance, activating the Qi and blood of his whole body.

After making enough preparations, he leaned down, grabbed the handle of the stone lock with one hand, spread his feet slightly outward, more than shoulder width, squatted down, and then suddenly stood up, exerting force from the ground, and threw the one hundred kilograms of stone lock into the air.

It was about four or five feet above his head and fell down with a biting evil wind.

Nie Wushuang raised his hands, one hand supported the bottom of the stone lock, and the other hand accurately grasped the handle of the stone lock, holding the stone lock steadily.

Without any effort, his body stood steadily.

There was no sweat on his face, and he didn't see any heavy breathing.

It seems that there will be no problem with a few more times.

Gu Baiyun took a deep breath and frowned unconsciously.

Sure enough, it was the Qi and Blood Realm.

In theory, it is necessary to learn all the 36 boxing postures of the Tiger Roaring Forest and practice them to the mastery level before you can slowly temper the Qi and blood. Even if you have a good talent, it will take at least two or three months.

He hasn't even learned the boxing postures yet, and he has entered the Qi and Blood Realm?

It's really unbelievable.

"By the way, you said you want to borrow money? Borrow it to buy blood-nourishing pills?"

Gu Baiyun asked.

Nie Wushuang nodded.

Gu Baiyun pondered for a moment.

"In this case, I won't give you the silver. I have ten blood-nourishing pills here. You can use them without borrowing. Just consider it as my reward to you..."

"The blood-nourishing pills are poisonous. You can't take too many. After swallowing one, you need to wait for a few days until the medicinal properties are fully absorbed and the poison is discharged. Then you can swallow the second one. Remember, remember, don't be too anxious to take the pills..."

Gu Baiyun threw a porcelain bottle to Nie Wushuang, which contained ten blood-nourishing pills.

Ten blood-nourishing pills.

Ten taels of silver.

It was nothing to Gu Baiyun.

As the chief instructor of the West Academy, he had the responsibility and power to distribute pills to the disciples. He could decide who to give them to and who not to give them to.

It would be better to give these blood-nourishing pills to Nie Wushuang and make a good relationship with them instead of giving them to those wastes.

After all, who knows what will happen in the future?

After Nie Wushuang left, Gu Baiyun fell into deep thought.

Some things made it difficult for him to make a decision.

…

Wei County, more than a hundred miles west of the city.

There is a continuous mountain range, which is called Niutou Mountain by the locals, because the main peak is shaped like a bull's head.

In Niutou Mountain, there is a valley between the main peak and the western peak.

In the valley, there is a continuous undulating building, which looks like a villa, but it is not a villa. This is where the mine of Shangyang Martial Arts School is located. Wei Laohu's second uncle Wei Zhongnan is a small manager here.

To say that he is a manager is actually just a nice way of saying it.

In the mine, he is just a runner and a miscellaneous person.

However, because he has served the martial arts school for several generations, he is considered a direct member, so he is responsible for some things that are not visible to the public.

For example, what he is doing now.

In the backyard of the villa, there is an independent building.

The building is in the form of a Taoist temple, built on the mountain, surrounded by the villa, and blocked by a bamboo forest. The Taoist temple cannot be found outside the villa.

Outside the Taoist temple, next to the bamboo forest, there is a row of houses.

There are more than a dozen guards living there, and Wei Zhongnan is one of them.

The guards are all disciples from the middle courtyard of the martial arts hall, plus two martial artists who have cultivated internal strength, who are responsible for guarding the Taoist temple.

This is a restricted area of ​​the mine.

Wei Zhongnan is wrapped tightly all over his body, wearing a huge hood on his head, with a tube sticking out from the back of the hood, connected to an air bag on his back.

In this way, he can breathe.

It can probably last half an hour.

If it exceeds half an hour, the air in the air bag will run out, and he will suffocate to death.

There are goggles inside the hood, and the lenses are made of transparent crystal. The field of vision is not good, but it is enough to see the outside clearly.

Even if he is fully armed, Wei Zhongnan is still trembling.

There was another person dressed like him behind him, and two of them were carrying an empty stretcher.

That person was also like this. If you could see his face inside the hood, you would see that his face was as pale as dust.

Wei Zhongnan took out the key, opened the gate of the Taoist temple, and slowly pushed open the heavy wooden door.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door made a harsh sound, echoing in the backyard, and the two people slowly walked in with the stretcher.

A quarter of an hour later, they came back, and there was a humanoid thing wrapped tightly in cotton and linen on the stretcher.

Martial artist Lu Pingnan walked over and took a look at the thing.

"Old rules, take it away and burn it!"

"Yes, Master Lu."

Wei Zhongnan and the man responded in unison.

Lu Pingnan glanced at the Taoist temple that was locked again, and a trace of fear flashed across his eyes.

He turned and returned to his room, where sat a middle-aged man in his forties who looked like a wealthy man.

This person was Wan Xing, the third owner of Shangyang Martial Arts Hall.

"The Third Hall Master, failed again..."

"We are short of people. What if there is no suitable candidate next month?"

Lu Pingnan sat down and said.

"Yes!"

Wan Xing nodded.

"Some time ago, a group of apprentices were temporarily recruited. Most of them are under 17 years old. Some of them should be able to enter the Qi and Blood Realm before the age of 17. I will ask the city to send people..."

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