Ruins of the past

From that day on, Wang Cailiang felt that his physical fitness was slowly improving every day. The effect of this day's training was simply stronger than his previous month.

It was not until more than ten days of practice, that is, the third day after the completion of the Sky Demon Foundation Building Method, when Wang Cailiang punched the air with an explosion, that he finally confirmed one thing.

"Am I actually a martial arts wizard?"

He shook his head again: "No, Brother Zhou's methods are too powerful. He actually helped me break through to the first level of martial arts."

"But Brother Zhou said that the three hundred taels of melatonin have been used up..."

Thinking of this, Wang Cai felt a trace of reluctance in his conscience. He still wanted to continue taking medicine, continue to increase his physical fitness, and wanted to upgrade just by lying down like this every day. It's best to break through to the third realm in one go and go directly to take the martial arts exam and come back.

So he ran to find his father Wang Chengwang.

"Dad! Give me another three hundred taels! I will give you a Wu Sheng son this year!"

When Wang Chengwang heard this, he was so angry that he slapped the traitor to death. However, he saw the opponent punching with both hands, and bursts of air exploded.

Wang Chengwang immediately stood up and said in surprise: "Have you broken through to the first level of martial arts?"

Wang Cailiang immediately told the story, and finally looked at his father eagerly: "Dad! Whether your son can pass the martial arts examination depends on whether you give him money."

However, Wang Chengwang mused: "I thought I had paid enough attention to the master and apprentice of Tuesday Dog, but I didn't expect to underestimate them. Being able to help you break through to the first level of martial arts so quickly, it is not easy for Tuesday Dog's master."

Especially after knowing that Tuesday Dog had reached the first level of martial arts, he became even more optimistic about the future of this villager.

Wang Chengwang turned to look at Wang Cailiang: "Anyway, you should take the opportunity of medical treatment to get closer to Tuesday Dog. It is best to find out the origin of his master."

Wang Cailiang said easily: "Father, don't worry, Brother Zhou and I have a very good relationship. We are completely like-minded and talk about everything. But now your son is only three hundred taels of silver away from Wu Sheng."

Wang Chengwang felt a burst of heartache when he heard this. The series of accidents this year have really made his poor landlord family even worse.

After sending his eldest son away, Wang Chengwang called Butler Wang: "Have you found the Feng Shui master you asked for?"

"This year is not very prosperous... I want to rearrange the feng shui of my home and build a screen wall."

At this time in the Han Dynasty, almost every household would pay attention to some Feng Shui, and wealthy families paid even more attention to it. For example, the conflict between the Hao family and the Wang family in the county is that they want to grab a piece of geomantic treasure land to build a tomb.

When Butler Wang heard Wang Chengwang's instructions, he understood: "Zhang Da has already gone to invite the master to come and see..."

…

On the back mountain, Chu Qiguang's muscles were twisting, and he was making extremely unbelievable movements as his joints seemed to be reversed, and his body was being manipulated like a puppet.

While twisting his body like this, a trace of pain appeared on his face, and his muscles and bones cracked from time to time.

Qiao Zhi said from the side: "This is a boxing method specially developed by the imperial military for second-level warriors. It is called Yasha King Fist. It focuses on using the most cruel, painful, and most contrary to the human body's normal postures to exercise the whole body. Every inch of flesh and blood. It is used to reach the limit of the human body in the second realm, and it is the most efficient."

"You want to break through to the third level of martial arts within five months. This set of Yaksha King Fist is the most suitable."

Qiao Zhi corrected Chu Qiguang's movements from time to time. He stopped after about half an hour. Chu Qiguang did not dare to lie down immediately. Although he was sweating profusely and his muscles were sore and painful, he still insisted on moving his joints. , protect tired flesh and blood.

Chu Qiguang has been practicing every day for more than ten days. Not only did the little demons capture blood food and roast it for him, but he also used all the remaining money to buy Bailian ointment and used it on himself.

This can be said to be a rapid progress, stimulated by the power of medicine, food supplements, and the Yaksha King Fist, coupled with Chu Qiguang's own extraordinary qualifications.

He could feel that his physical strength was improving every day, and the muscle contours on his body were becoming more and more obvious. His coordination, flexibility, strength, and explosive power were all increasing, and his whole person looked more and more powerful.

Originally, he could only punch more than twenty consecutive punches in a row, making air explosions, but now it has increased to more than fifty consecutive punches in one go, like bursts of thunder.

"Whenever you can punch three hundred punches in a row, you will have reached the limit of your physical body and entered the second level of martial arts."

"If you had this ability in ancient times hundreds of years ago, the ignorant people in the mountain villages would have regarded you as a god, thinking that you could control the wind, rain, and thunder." Qiao Zhi sighed: "Oh, it's a pity that the Bailian Ointment has been used up. Yaksha Wang Quan is too damaging to the body, and without the assistance of this ointment, you cannot practice this technique."

"Don't worry, someone will send you money soon."

Suddenly, Chu Qiguang's eyes narrowed, and a violent energy filled his body. He was having an illness again.

Recently, every time he gets sick, he feels that the hostility becomes more serious. It seems that as his physical body improves, the hostility will become stronger, making him even more angry after the attack.

He glanced at George: "Where is he?"

After a moment, he took one step forward and flew down the mountain like an arrow from a string.

…

For more than ten days, Chen Gang's life has been extremely difficult.

At first, he wanted to take revenge on Tuesday Dog.

I still remember that it was the third day after Tuesday Dog punched him down. On a sunny morning, Chen Gang, who had rested for a day, brought his second and third brothers to the door of Zhou's house, just to block Tuesday Dog.

He held up the stone and said, "When we meet, don't bother, just knock the person unconscious with a stone."

After saying that, he took two stones and gave them to the second and third sons of his family.

The second eldest son of the Chen family hesitated and said: "Brother, what if you hit someone... and kill him?"

Chen Gang glanced at his younger brother with disdain: "Then my beating of your brother will be in vain? If you can't do it, just hit his legs and break them."

The third brother asked again: "Didn't Zhang Da tell us not to recruit two dogs?"

Chen Gang said angrily: "We are in the business of fighting. If we don't fight back when others are beaten, how can we travel around the world in the future?"

Seeing that the second brother wanted to ask again, Chen Gang slapped the second brother on the head and cursed: "Look at how cowardly you two are, no wonder you can't find a wife. I'll show you today what it means to have sex." One line.”

At this moment, a voice came from behind them.

"You're looking for me?"

Chen Gang turned around suddenly and saw Tuesday Dog coming back from outside and looking at them outside the door.

Chen Gang swallowed, waved his arm violently, and threw the stone at Tuesday Dog's head.

Snapped!

Tuesday Dog looked at the fallen Chen Gang, then looked at Chen Gang's two younger brothers and asked, "You are here to see me too?"

The two brothers shook their heads together.

Tuesday Dog said: "Then don't block the way, and take him back, don't let him get in the way."

After returning home, Chen Gang woke up leisurely, looked at his two younger brothers, and asked, "Am I knocked unconscious by Ergou?"

The second brother nodded: "It didn't take much trouble. I just came up and slapped you unconscious."

The third brother advised: "Brother, do you think we are asking for self-destruction here?"

Chen Gang slapped the opponent on the head: "You are so smooth-talking, do you want to take the top prize?"

Chen Gang was suffocating in his heart. He didn't believe that he was inferior to the Ergou whom he had bullied since he was a child. However, after being slapped unconscious twice in a row and touching his swollen and painful cheek, he also knew that now I am by no means a match for Tuesday Dog. I just think that he will also practice martial arts in the future, and then fight back after he has practiced martial arts.

"I can only endure it for now."

As a result, two days later, Chen Gang, who was eating cake at home, suddenly heard the door being kicked open, and a familiar figure walked in.

"Nothing else, I just happened to meet him on the way."