Practice from the game

After Wang Qiang finished eating, he got up and said, "I'm going to move into the inner courtyard today, but I believe you will come in soon."

After the meal, Lu Yu went to the back office and asked about the Xingjun pills, which cost five silver coins a piece, and twenty Xingjun pills can be bought for one gold coin.

When receiving the monthly salary every month, each nursing home can receive a certain amount of marching pills, and there are three days left before the next monthly payment.

It took two days for Lu Yu to consume the Body Tempering Pill given by Steward Zhang.

The strength of his body has increased a bit, his skin has become tougher, and he only feels a slight pain when he punches on the stake with all his strength.

Lu Yu felt that the toughness of his skin was almost as tough as cowhide. Ordinary people might not be able to cut their skin even with a dagger.

But even so, in front of martial arts of the same level, he was still vulnerable.

Under Wu Xiu's great power, the sword can easily break through the cowhide, and naturally it can easily injure Lu Yu.

This is also the reason why few nurses are willing to spend money to buy Body Tempering Pills to improve their physical strength.

Practicing at full speed, not even letting go of the patrol time at night, and with the Exercise Pills he received every day, Lu Yu had raised his Qi and blood to 49 points.

It surpassed many nursing homes that have been in the Han family for a year.

Today Lu Yu was practicing eight steps to drive away cicadas, when he suddenly heard the sound of arguing, he subconsciously turned his head to look.

Wang Can was surrounded by a group of nursing homes. He had already become an official nursing home, and he was the second among the newcomers to become an official nursing home.

It is normal for Wang Can to spend more than ten days breaking through the mortal realm to become a martial artist and an official nurse.

It is not normal for Lu Yu to practice for five or six days, and then break through the mortal realm and become a martial artist. This is why Steward Zhang has great expectations for Lu Yu.

If he knew that it took only two days for Lu Yu to become a martial artist, even Han Yaozu would be alarmed, and the Han family should attach great importance to such a genius.

On the surface, Lu Yu only took one day less to become a martial artist than the young master of the Han family, but in fact, the young master of the Han family had already eaten an unknown amount of medicinal materials to replenish qi and blood before he practiced.

The physical conditions of the two before cultivation are completely incomparable.

Before the young master practiced, his energy and blood were already very close to formal martial arts, so it still took two days to break through the mortal realm.

As for Lu Yu, after his parents died, he hadn't eaten a good meal, and his body was seriously depleted of energy and blood.

In this case, he can still become a martial artist within two days. It can only be said that his cultivation talent exceeds that of the young master of the Han family by many times.

In other words, the cultivation efficiency of the system on-hook does not know how many times higher than the cultivation speed of normal people.

After all, for normal people, there is still a process of proficiency after learning the exercises, and they may make mistakes in practice, which will get twice the result with half the effort.

There are no such problems when the system is on-hook, the action is the most standard, and the efficiency is the highest.

"Newcomers, to become an official nursing home, you must know some rules of the outer court."

"First, you must respect your seniors and say hello when you see them. Second, let your seniors take it first when eating, and don't grab it. Third, when you get your monthly salary, remember to treat your seniors to a meal. "

The speaker patted Wang Can's shoulder. Every time he patted, Wang Can's body would tremble and his face would turn red.

"Remember?"

Wang Can clenched his hands, gritted his teeth and nodded, the unwillingness and anger in his heart caused the blood to surge up, and his face became redder.

"It's good if you know, let's go." Seeing that he was so sensible, the leader yelled at the people around him to disperse.

"Yesterday, I felt that I was going to break through the third level of body training. If I work hard today, I might break through." The man said when he and the others left.

"Ten days ago, you said that you felt that you were about to break through, but you haven't made any progress until now. How long are you going to wait?"

"You don't believe it, why don't you practice?" The man glanced at the speaker and said.

"Okay, okay, don't really do it, hurry up and practice, and reach the seventh level of body training as soon as possible, and enter the inner court as soon as possible."

Halfway through the walk, I suddenly noticed Lu Yu who was cultivating on the side. The person in the lead stopped and asked, "Who is that person? Why do I feel strange?"

"Is it a newcomer?"

"It seems to be, I don't know, but I saw him practicing here a few days ago, he should be a newcomer."

"A few days ago? I just happened to go out on something, and you didn't tell him the rules of the outer courtyard?" The man glanced at the people around him.

Someone explained: "A few days ago, a major event happened in the Han family. We are all so busy that we don't have time to care about the newcomers."

"Then go and tell him the rules of the outer court." After speaking, he led everyone towards Lu Yu.

Lu Yu had noticed them a long time ago. Judging from Wang Can's expression, this group of old nursing homes should be beating newcomers. This kind of thing happens in many places.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are status gaps.

The predecessors definitely would not want their status to be impacted by the newcomers, so things like bullying the new with the old will happen.

A few days ago, Lu Yu would have avoided a few people.

But now his strength has swelled so much that he doesn't even know what level he is, and he just wants to have a battle to see how strong he is.

The most important thing is that the strength of these few people does not seem to be very strong.

"Newcomer, do you know the rules of the outer court?" the man said as he walked.

"There are still rules in the outer court? Why haven't I heard of it? You make the rules privately, aren't you afraid of being punished by Butler Zhang?" Lu Yu said.

The man's face changed slightly when he heard Steward Zhang, and then he smiled maliciously: "You want to use Steward Zhang to suppress me? Do you think Steward Zhang will take care of these trivial matters?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pat Lu Yu, but Lu Yu dodged without a trace, the hand patted the air, and the smiling face disappeared.

"I'll tell you now, what are the rules in the outer courtyard." The man said in a low voice.

"As a senior, I have an obligation to help newcomers get familiar with Tiger Fist's moves, so let the senior guide you!"

He said the word "guidance" very emphatically, and the meaning was already obvious.

"That depends on whether you have the ability." Lu Yu snapped back without hesitation.

"You will soon know if I have this ability." The man grinned, and suddenly attacked Lu Yu, using the hungry tiger pounce on food in the fierce tiger boxing technique.

In his imagination, Lu Yu had absolutely no chance of resisting against him, after all, he was already at the peak of the third level of the Body Refining Realm.

And Lu Yu is just a young man who has just started to practice, a newcomer to martial arts who has just entered the body training state.

Lu Yu watched him make the first move. In Lu Yu's eyes, his moves were full of loopholes.

He only knows how to launch rigid attacks according to boxing moves, and he doesn't know how to adapt at all.

He was able to strike directly, but he had to put on a Tiger Fist stance before punching, and the front swing of the punch was too long.