Shifang Wusheng

Wei He has never felt like this before.

His five senses seemed to brighten up suddenly, and the bustling surrounding sounds came from his ears.

The smell of sand in the wooden basin smelled strange in the nose.A strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine wafted from the medicine basin on the side.

His hands became hot, hot, scalding.

But Wei He still closed his eyes and practiced his steps one after another.

Time passed slowly, and finally, his time was up.

"Next." He heard a brother calling beside him.

So he opened his eyes, Wei He looked at his fists.

His fist was flushed red. Although he hadn't confirmed the specific effect, he could feel that his hands were wearing thick leather gloves.

Tough and thick.

"It's done."

The old man Zheng who was not far away squinted his eyes and nodded slightly.His eyes kept sweeping over the skin-bruising disciples in the yard, and he naturally saw Wei He's changes at a glance.

Although his fists were just finished training and they were all red, Old Man Zheng's experience was extraordinary, far beyond that of ordinary disciples, so he naturally recognized Wei Hecheng at a glance.

"It's done!?"

The senior brother who was talking about Wei He in a low voice with Cheng Shaojiu just now was slightly taken aback, looked at Wei He, and became surprised.

"This is really stuck until the last few days to succeed." He couldn't help but sigh.

Cheng Shaojiu lightly clapped his hands and applauded, but it was just a gesture of clapping, without sound.

Wei He looked at the second sister, Wei Ying was covering her mouth and showing a happy smile.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, feeling a burst of pressure in his heart vented at once.

Looking at the third senior brother Cheng Shaojiu again, seeing his silent applause, Wei He couldn't help but waved his fist at him.

After successfully passing this level, he can be regarded as a real disciple of Huishanquan. Before that, he was just an ordinary Liushui disciple who paid money.

That kind of disciple is completely out of Old Zheng's eyes, as many as he wants, and many of them can come in and out every month.

But the real Huishanquan disciples are different.

Wei closed the wooden basin, the fists in his hands were still red and unrelenting, making the men who hadn't practiced around him, and some men who were grinding their skin cast envious eyes.

"How do you feel? Is the energy and blood going up to a higher level? It feels like everything is different?" Cheng Shaojiu approached and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hmm. Unexpectedly, the gap between success and failure would be so big." Wei He whispered.

"That's it. Don't look at the vulgar name of the realm of our Huishanquan, but at each level, it is not the hardness of the fist that determines the realm. It is just the appearance."

Cheng Shaojiu introduced.

"The fist is just a special effect that we naturally produce when we exercise our body's qi and blood. What is really powerful is the powerful qi and blood corresponding to different realms."

"Understood." Wei He nodded.

"Do you want to try the effect?" Cheng Shaojiu invited, "Go to my house, my house has a special training ground."

"Is it suitable?" Wei He hesitated.

"It's nothing inappropriate, you and my brother, what are you talking about!" Cheng Shaojiu patted him on the back hard, "Don't run away when we're disbanded, come back with me, and treat it as a visit!"

"...Okay." Wei He knew that inviting him to be a guest was an acknowledgment in itself.

After all, although Cheng Shaojiu had a good relationship with him before, he never invited him to his house once.

But this time, as soon as he made a breakthrough, he invited him to come over. One can imagine how big the difference is between the breakthrough and the non-breakthrough.

After talking with Cheng Shaojiu for a while, Wei He came to the second sister.

"Thank you Xiaohe." Wei Ying looked at him with a smile, her eyes were full of happiness.

The eldest sister is not here, her parents are missing, and her only support is this younger brother.

Now that her younger brother is up to the challenge, she also feels more secure.

In this chaotic era, what could be more reassuring than strength?

"It's not hard." Wei He shook his head.He's telling the truth, and he likes the feeling, the feeling of getting stronger.

In fact, he knew in his heart that he didn't have the energy and blood to break through at all. If he didn't have the Realm Breaking Orb, he might leave sadly like the rest of the disciples who didn't break through, not knowing where to eat.Live precariously.

Chapter 10

"Let's go back later and let's celebrate?" Wei Ying stepped forward to tidy his hair and suggested.

"Tomorrow, Third Senior Brother will invite me to his house later." Wei He replied.

"Well. Well, remember to bring a door salute."

"Okay. Sister, remember not to stay up late after you rest."

"I know, I know, go, I will take care of myself." Wei Ying smiled, with joy in her eyes and face.

Wei He looked at her, and suddenly felt deeply that his every move, every little change, was related to the little influence of the people around him.

If he fails, Second Sister Wei Ying will have to leave this safe place and return to the previous environment.

But now, he has started, and the second sister followed him logically, staying here together peacefully, living a life that is tiring but peaceful.

Any situation with him is directly related to the fate of the second sister.

With complicated emotions, Wei He returned to his corner and began to practice the basic routines of Huishan Boxing little by little.

He took the time to quietly look at the pattern of the Breaking Realm Bead on his heart, the black on it had all faded away, and the original flesh-colored pattern had returned.

"I don't know how long it will take to save again. It's a pity..."

Wei He sighed inwardly. In order to make up for this Boundary Breaking Orb, he had accumulated it for more than half a year.

"It would be great if I could find something that can replace money bug meat and accelerate accumulation."

He thought so in his heart, but Wei He also knew that even if there was such a thing, it was not something he could afford now.

In the afternoon, tools began to be packed in the yard, and several men began to chase people away, and then saluted and said goodbye to old man Zheng together.

After completing these fixed procedures, Cheng Shaojiu pulled Wei He together and boarded the carriage going back.

Although Cheng Shaojiu's carriage is not a tall horse, it is also strong and strong. It is not good in appearance, but it is practical enough.

That's it.

These days, families with carriages are not ordinary families.

When he arrived at Cheng's house, Wei He deeply understood this point.

Sitting in the carriage compartment, he looked out through the window.

The vermilion lacquer gate, white walls and blue tiles, and the two stone mastiffs in front of the gate are quite powerful.

Although a little puzzled why stone mastiffs were used instead of stone lions, Wei He didn't ask aloud.

Cheng Shaojiu took him all the way out of the car, and after being greeted by the concierge, he drove straight into the compound.

The yard is the size of a school playground, and on the right side stands a flagpole with the black and white flag of "Yonghe Escort Bureau" hanging high above it.

The flag fluttered and fluttered in the strong wind.

Cheng Shaojiu led him all the way to the corner of the yard, next to a weapon rack.

He pointed to a thick wooden stake wrapped in cowhide that had been tied on the ground, and said with a smile.

"A set?"

Wei Hezheng made a breakthrough, but his strength had nowhere to go, and his fists were a little itchy.

"Then, try?"

He stepped forward, stood in front of the stake, and put on a posture.

With a sudden right fist, he hit the stake from the side, starting the first test.

Immediately afterwards, he made a series of shots with both fists, three punches in one second, and he punched for more than ten breaths in one breath, before slowly slowing down, retracting his fists and standing up straight, putting on a defensive posture.

"The full-strength offensive persisted for fifteen breaths, which is not bad." Cheng Shaojiu clapped his hands aside.

Walk to the stake tied with cowhide, lift up the cowhide to have a look.

The wooden posts below are full of fist marks of different shades.

This kind of stake is made of special wood, which is very hard, far stronger than ordinary wood.Being able to make fist marks through the cowhide has a completely different meaning.

If an ordinary person hits it with a punch, it is estimated that if the bone is broken, it will only make a shallow dent.

"Although it has broken through the cowhide level, the strength is not yet precise enough. You will have to work hard in this area next."

"Understood, thank you brother for your guidance!" Wei Hezheng nodded.

"Would you like to come to practice?" Cheng Shaojiu smiled, took off his coat, revealed the bunt he was wearing underneath, and waved to Wei He.

"Please." Without saying a word, Wei He stepped forward and punched.

Cheng Shaojiu struck with one hand, opened his fist, and quickly fought back.

He was already at the level of stone skin, and his body was full of qi and blood, almost several times that of Wei He. At this time, he had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he kept parrying Wei He's offensive with every move.

The two of them kept their feet on the ground and fought swiftly, constantly kicking up the dust on the ground.

Fifteen interest passed in a blink of an eye.

Cheng Shaojiu's fast fist hit Wei He's left shoulder, knocking him back a few steps.

He laughed and waved to the guards who were watching the play.

"Come and practice with my brother, gain experience."

Immediately, a middle-aged man jumped off the field and went straight to Wei He without saying a word.

Without saying a word, Wei He began to confront the middle-aged man.

Unlike the previous Cheng Shaojiu, this person is completely unfamiliar. He has to first observe what he is good at and where to start.

Generally, those who practice boxing have a well-developed upper body, strong arms, and those who practice legs have a stable but light and flexible lower body, strong and powerful.

But these were all said by old man Zheng verbally, and this was the first time Wei He had actually met his opponent.

"Hey!" The man rushed forward, and actually took both hands towards Wei He's shoulders.

However, although his movements were sudden, they were not fast in Wei He's eyes.

He suddenly discovered that after his qi and blood reached the cowhide level, his reaction and response, as well as the sensitivity of the five senses, all increased to varying degrees.

This seems to be a passive effect brought about by the enhancement of qi and blood.

Wei He staggered to avoid the pounce.

Although he was taken aback, his physical reaction was much faster than the opponent's, and he easily moved away from his position.

Then the right fist lightly touches the person's back.

Bang.

The man was knocked to the ground easily.

"Two more." Cheng Shaojiu laughed.

Immediately, two more nurses stepped forward.

But they were easily dodged by Wei He, and fell one by one.

He was very measured, and when he found that his energy and blood had increased and his strength might become stronger, he didn't use his fists to fight back vigorously, and knocked people down with only half of his strength.

"Not bad! Your actual combat is really much better than mine." Cheng Shaojiu clapped his hands and approached.

"How? Did you feel the change after the breakthrough?" He asked with a smile.

Help up a few nurses who fell to the ground and let them leave.

"I can feel it." Wei He nodded.

"That's it." Cheng Shaojiu said with a smile, "Huishanquan Mr. Zheng won't teach you any real combat. If you want to fight, you can come to me to practice at ordinary times. My uncle's bodyguard bureau here has a lot of people. "

"Senior brother is too polite." Before Wei He finished speaking, Cheng Shaojiu smiled.