Rural Shennong

Zuo Bingxiu was extremely cautious, with a serious expression on his face.

Chen Ping indeed had a calm expression on his face.

At the Iron and Blood Arena back then, Chen Ping didn't know much about Zuo Bingxiu, and even tried his roots.

But now, Chen Ping watched how Zuo Bingxiu grew up, and knew his roots too well: "You should act first."

This remark was a bit frivolous, but Zuo Bingxiu was not angry at all. He had a feeling that if Chen Ping made the first move, he might not even have a chance to resist.

"Boss be careful!" Zuo Bingxiu was not polite, and after finishing speaking, he slapped Chen Ping with all his strength.

Chen Ping raised his hand to meet Zuo Bingxiu's palm, and stepped back three steps.

Zuo Bingxiu did not move, but an abnormal flush appeared on his face.

"The boss is indeed a monster, his inner strength is so strong that he doesn't look like a human being!"

If it wasn't for Chen Ping taking the initiative to take three steps back and taking away Zuo Bingxiu's inner strength, Zuo Bingxiu would have to react with a little internal injury if this palm hit head-on.

Chen Ping's mouth twitched.

"I used too much force and almost hurt Lao Zuo. It seems that I can use seven points."

Zuo Bingxiu unscrupulously launched a berserk attack, and the originally feminine move was unexpectedly used by him in a stance of opening and closing.

Chen Ping only used moves, without any additional internal strength.

Just like this, Chen Ping's fists and feet were also extremely fierce, every time he hit Zuo Bingxiu, he would grin his teeth.

The more Zuo Bingxiu fought, the more frightened he became: "Boss, what kind of move are you doing?"

Chen Ping patted Zuo Bingxiu's entangled arms away, slipped his foot, and flashed in front of Zuo Bingxiu's body, bent his elbow, hit Zuo Bingxiu's chest, and staggered him: "My name is Rock-cracking Nine Styles!"

"Nine moves of cracking stone?" Zuo Bingxiu had never heard of it.

But he could feel that Chen Ping's moves were very fierce and fierce, but they were as invisible as an antelope's horns, and he could always catch his flaws and hit his vitals.

Fortunately, Chen Ping's fists and feet did not have internal strength, otherwise he would have been disabled long ago.

You come and I have gone through more than a hundred moves, Zuo Bingxiu was about to be beaten into autism, his inner strength was almost exhausted, and he quickly flew ten meters away.

It wasn't a life-and-death fight, and Zuo Bingxiu didn't use elixir to replenish his inner strength, and watched Chen Ping panting heavily from afar.

Chen Ping laughed and said, "Let's come here today."

Zuo Bingxiu rubbed his sore muscles: "Boss, your internal strength is very strong."

"But I feel that your internal strength is very awkward, too strong and not round enough."

"As if... as if you haven't completed a mini-circle."

The mark of becoming a martial arts master is to practice the external strength of the whole body to the extreme, break through one of Ren Du's two channels, and turn it into internal strength. This is the sign of getting started with internal strength.

Chen Ping obviously passed this stage, otherwise Ren and Du would only have one vein, and it would be impossible to store Chen Ping's incredible amount of internal energy.

Surrounding this one continuous main meridian, other surrounding meridians are opened up, and an effective circulation is formed in these meridians according to the exercises practiced, which is the middle stage of inner strength.

This is where Zuo Bingxiu's doubts lie: "Boss, did something unexpected happen during your practice?"

Chen Ping could understand Zuo Bingxiu's doubts.

Zuo Bingxiu's internal strength has been completed, and he has penetrated a total of 36 meridians, which is not as strong as Chen Ping, a martial arts master who has not reached the middle stage of internal strength.

That's why he thought that there was something wrong with Chen Ping's cultivation.

Chen Ping didn't know how to explain: "There is no problem with my cultivation, but I am stuck at a hurdle."

But how did he know that although Chen Ping hadn't cultivated to the middle stage of inner strength, he hadn't formed an effective small circle around a main vein.

But he has already penetrated 49 meridians, and the stored internal strength is of course stronger than Zuo Bingxiu.

If Chen Ping said it out, Zuo Bingxiu would have to be frightened into a fool.

According to common sense, it is impossible for a warrior with all the meridians to exist in the world.

One is that there is not enough time, the other is that it will require astronomical resources, and the most important thing is that there is no such a powerful technique.

Chen Ping's Evergreen Art is just such a powerful technique that breaks through the sky.

When Zuo Bingxiu heard Chen Ping say that he was stuck at the threshold, he thought he was stuck at the threshold of great internal strength.

"That's it!" Zuo Bingxiu frowned slightly: "Boss, as the saying goes, haste makes waste, you are only 27 years old this year."

"Even before the age of 30, it's not too late to break through to the inner strength."

The sign of great internal strength is that Ren Du's two meridians are fully opened, and according to the exercises he has practiced, he has completely connected the meridians surrounding the two main meridians, forming a big cycle.

Zuo Bingxiu couldn't ask Chen Ping how many meridians he had penetrated, which was a big taboo for warriors, but he knew that Chen Ping's kung fu must be stronger than him, and it would take forty or fifty to penetrate all the meridians.

The corners of Chen Ping's mouth twitched. As soon as he heard Zuo Bingxiu's words, he knew he had misunderstood.

"Old Zuo, is it difficult to penetrate the last meridian of a small cycle when you are in the middle stage of inner strength?"

This is the problem Chen Ping is currently facing.

Zuo Bingxiu froze for a moment: "Yes!"

Chen Ping asked again: "Then how did you do it?"

Zuo Bingxiu thought for a while: "Boss, I'm not afraid to tell you that my exercises form a small cycle, including the main meridian, which must penetrate eighteen meridians.

"When I hit the middle stage of internal strength and wanted to penetrate the No.18 meridian, I started to feel a difficult feeling."

"Then I wanted to rely on the elixir resources that the Yang family provided me at that time to forcibly penetrate it. At that moment, I felt like I was dying."

Chen Ping seemed to understand something: "You didn't force it through, did you?"

Zuo Bingxiu nodded: "Thinking about it makes me afraid!"

"No matter what kind of exercises you practice, forming a small circle is like building a ditch to irrigate the farmland around a flooded river in the inner body."

"The main vein is that big river."

"Boss, you should be clear that apart from Ren Du's two main meridians, the other meridians attached to these two main meridians are not as tough as the main meridians."

"If the last meridian is forcibly penetrated, there is a great possibility that this ditch in my body will be completely washed away by the raging flood the moment the cycle is formed."

"I stopped practicing at that time, and after half a month of contemplation, I realized that the feeling of dying when I was about to forcibly penetrate the last meridian is a body's self-protection mechanism."

"Later, when I used the elixir again, I didn't strengthen my inner energy. Instead, I first dissipated the power of the medicine, and continuously strengthened and cultivated the last meridian. I didn't rush to get through it."

"When the last meridian has been cultivated by me to be strong enough, everything will come naturally, and it will naturally pass through, and the small cycle will be completed along with the trend, allowing me to step into the threshold of the middle stage of inner strength."

"It's the same when the inner strength is at its peak."

"Thanks to you giving me so many elixir, I can accumulate meridians faster than before, and I have reached the current state."

Chen Ping completely understood Zuo Bingxiu's meaning, but he was not only unhappy, but his face was very ugly.