In those years, the cultivators we cut together

"drink!"

"Bang!"

At noon, deafening loud noises spread throughout every corner of Honglu Temple.

The huge copper bell trembled, and a deep fist mark was sunken on the bell's body.

Zhang Yong and Dongfang Dan looked at Lin Xiaolu's fist in surprise.

His fists were wrapped in pure white cloth, but at this moment they were already stained red with blood.

"Shangxian Xiaolin's boxing strength has improved again!" Zhang Yong was amazed: "It's not an increase in strength, but a more skillful use of various strengths, and then explodes with greater power."

Dongfang Dan, who was holding the watermelon, was also dumbfounded, and with a trembling fat face, he said with emotion:

"If Brother Lu hits me with this punch, I might die."

As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome young man came out of the house, looked at Lin Xiaolu in the courtyard, and said to him.

"Dongfangdan, I don't think you are confident enough, you should get rid of the possibility."

"Chen Nianyun, why are you here?" Dongfang Dan handed him a piece of watermelon.

"Xiao Lu's practice of boxing is too noisy, so I'll come out and take a look."

Chen Nianyun took the watermelon, sat on the small stool next to him and ate while saying: "I think Xiaolu might break the limit of traditional warriors."

"I think so too, but it would be great if Brother Lu could get some more chances." Dongfangdan said.

One thing to say, he is not very optimistic about martial arts, after all, the upper limit of martial arts has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.So he felt that Brother Lu needed a great opportunity that could change his life against the sky.

On the small stool, Chen Nianyun shook his head while eating watermelon, and looked at the eight-year-old boy in the courtyard with more and more admiration in his eyes.

"People who practice martial arts disdain opportunities."

"But didn't Brother Lu drink tiger blood? That's a chance, right?" Dongfangdan asked.

"Tiger blood? What kind of chance is that?" Chen Nianyun said with a smile: "That thing itself is not a big secret, after all, there are so many monsters in the world, you and I can both ask Master to kill a monster, and then drink it Beast blood, but do you dare to drink it?"

Oriental egg:...

Well, what Chen Nianyun said is also reasonable, people must be self-aware, Dongfangdan is very clear that he is just a playful kid now, he must not dare to drink the blood of beasts, if he has the willpower to drink the blood of monsters The blood probably disappeared on the spot.

It's not like Brother Lu, who is the youngest next year, but has such strong willpower. He spends more time practicing martial arts every day than anyone else, and he never complains of suffering or tiredness. Who can compare with such perseverance among his peers?

Dongfangdan ate watermelon, spit out watermelon seeds, and boasted: "A person like Brother Lu deserves to be so awesome!"

Chen Nianyun also nodded in agreement:

"Lin Xiaolu works so hard, if he can't become stronger, it's simply God's short-sightedness, and although it is said that cultivating immortals pays attention to chance, but martial arts practitioners don't pay attention to this, martial arts practitioners only believe in their own hard work and sweat, I guess Ah, in Xiao Lu's view, people who use opportunities to seek growth are similar in nature to those who eat soft food."

The two children were chatting while eating watermelon.

In the next few days, Lin Xiaolu went to exercise every day like crazy. He was the first to get up every day, earlier than many guards. He began to swing his fist at the bronze clock, and he swung for a whole day, and did not stop until the sun went down.

And this kind of hard training did make his punches more and more powerful. Gradually, the copper bell was punched into a big hole, and more than half of it was deflated, which is amazing.

In this way, during his non-stop penance, he finally ushered in the day of recruiting new disciples.

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"Let's set off tomorrow morning and go to Taimiaokou to recruit disciples!"

At night, in the bright lobby, Tang Xin smiled to the four children eating in front of him and said, "The emperor of the Great Viet Kingdom will send many imperial guards to help us, and there will be a lot of people, you four little guys are not allowed to run around , You must listen to what your senior sister says, you know?"

"I know~"

The four children responded in unison.

Lin Xiaolu dealt with a charcoal-grilled beef leg that was bigger than his brain alone, stuffed large chunks of beef into his mouth, then puffed up his face and said vaguely: "Grandma Rakshasa, we are going to recruit disciples, is it right?" It’s not that there is no time to exercise.”

"Yes."

Tang Xin laughed and said, "It usually takes about seven or eight days to recruit disciples, and those who don't have time to practice."

"Wow!"

Dongfangdan cheered loudly: "I'm the most tired of cultivation, hahahaha, it's great~"

Lin Xiaolu glared at Dongfang Dan, and said depressedly: "I don't have time to exercise every day. If I stop for seven or eight days, I will regress."

"Pfft!"

As soon as the boy finished speaking, Yu Chuchu, who was drinking porridge, laughed out loud: "Lin Xiaolu, it's just like that when you learn martial arts and die. Do you still care about regressing?"

Lin Xiaolu glared at her, rolled up his sleeves and said, "You think you're awesome? Don't let us practice? I can beat you with one hand and you can't get up, believe it or not!"

Seeing Lin Xiaolu get angry, Yu Chuchu immediately turned pale, and pouted, not daring to talk to this guy anymore.

Chen Nianyun at the side also felt that her words were a bit harsh, what do you mean when you learn martial arts and die?Hearing this, he felt that Yu Chuchu was laughing at his father.

At the wine table, Tang Xin continued to smile at the boy and said, "If you are afraid that you will regress, then you can keep crushing big stones on your chest, and use it as a way to exercise your horizontal energy."

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback when he heard it, and he didn't understand what it meant.

Tang Xin patiently explained to him: "When we were enrolling students, you just exercised. Lying there and crushing boulders on your chest for a day, isn't this also a kind of exercise?"

Lin Xiaolu:? ? ?

Damn it, this Rakshasa hag is really witty.

Tang Xin continued: "At that time, I will arrange hundreds of bluestone slabs and hundreds of golden guns for you to exercise slowly, and then the guards of the Royal Forest Army will line up to help you swing the sledgehammer and break the boulders to ensure that the exercise effect is good."

Lin Xiaolu stopped talking, lowered his head, and continued to eat beef silently, um, this beef is really delicious.

For one dinner, he ate a charcoal-roasted beef leg, three yellow croakers, twelve bowls of rice, and countless fruits and vegetables, and then he patted his belly with satisfaction and left the lobby unsteadily.

Just after eating, strenuous exercise is not advisable, so Lin Xiaolu carried two blue bricks, raised his arms level with his shoulders, and then took a horse stance in the yard.

Horseback riding for half an hour, exercise the lower body, and digest food by the way.

Push-ups for half an hour, strength training.

Finally, he ran around Honglu Temple for half an hour.

This day's exercise is completely over.

After exercising, the boy exercised alone in the spacious yard, cleaned himself up with the dust-cleaning pill, and then prepared to go back to the room to rest. However, when he leisurely walked to the eaves, a crossbar in the eaves was Years loosened and fell down.

Lin Xiaolu reacted quickly, without even thinking about it, he just raised his hand and punched him.

"Boom"

With a soft sound, the crossbar flew out and fell to the ground.

He didn't care, after all, it was just a trivial matter, and he didn't need to worry about it at all. He raised his step and prepared to continue walking into the house, but just as he raised his foot, Lin Xiaolu suddenly felt that something was wrong, and his figure stopped.

After a while, he looked at the crossbar that was knocked into the air.

Under the bright moonlight, the crossbar lay quietly on the floor. Although it was broken a little, it was intact.

Lin Xiaolu looked at Hengmu, doubts were written all over his face.

My fist is so powerful, why can't I break this crossbar?

He stepped forward to pick up the crossbar, weighed it twice, then held it in his hands curiously, and punched lightly.

Just listening to "click!", the crossbar broke directly.

Then, he threw the remaining half of the crossbar into the air, and when it fell, he punched it.

"Boom"

Just like before, the crossbar was just blown away, not broken.

Under the silence of the night, looking at the crossbar that was blown away, the eight-year-old boy thought for a moment, as if he had thought of something.