Volume 1: Wrath of the West Chapter 31: Furious and Frightened Bai Jiang
Looking at the innate energy in Dantian, Xu Rui was extremely excited. It was not until then that he truly realized the value of the golden finger.
As we all know, a person's qualifications largely determine the upper limit of his future practice.
If his qualifications can continue to improve, then it means that his future ceiling is unlimited.
"Become an immortal!"
A greedy thought popped out from the bottom of my heart uncontrollably.
The desire for evolution is deeply engraved in the deepest part of every living being.
This was the first time Xu Rui had this desire.
Looking inward at the invaluable innate energy in Dantian, it seems like I can never see enough.
Nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and my excitement gradually subsided before I had the heart to read the content behind the panel.
As expected, Meishan Fist has indeed entered the realm of blood exchange.
He has surpassed Master Chen.
There was no change in the Lingbao Puppet Technique. After all, it was the physical body that was transformed, and it had nothing to do with the level of his comprehension of magic.
The changes in the marrow cleansing point made him feel a chill in his heart.
There were originally eight marrow cleansing points, and after adding three, there should be five left. But now there are only 0.5.
That is to say.
The difficulty for an acquired spiritual body to break through further is ten times as great as before.
I took a deep breath and adjusted my mood.
"I knew it wouldn't be that simple. But fortunately, as long as I persevere, there will always be a successful day."
After comforting myself , I closed the panel with a sense of unfulfilled desire.
He also withdrew his gaze from his body.
After some thought, I made a brief summary.
"I still lack a Qi training technique."
Without this, building the foundation in a hundred days is nothing but a daydream.
Unfortunately, up to now, he has only learned a few spells, but he has not learned anything about the basic Qi-refining techniques.
Moreover, he had already asked his teacher about this matter, but the latter was not sure whether there was any method of refining Qi in Xiangling.
According to him, Qi Refining is a secret technique that is more precious than magic, and in the entire cultivation world, only the authentic Taoist sects such as Maoshan, Longhushan, and Louguandao possess it.
But these big sects closed their doors to visitors a hundred years ago and stopped visiting the world.
Not to mention that I can’t find the door, even if I find it I can’t get in.
So this kind of thing can only be done by luck.
There's no rush.
Thinking of this, Xu Rui calmed down. Although his strength and future had undergone tremendous changes this time, it was only a small step in a long journey. If he wanted to become stronger, he had to guard against arrogance and impatience and continue to practice hard.
He frowned slightly. The impurities discharged from the body were sticky and uncomfortable, and they were smelly and fishy.
Unable to bear it any longer, Xu Rui stood up, took a set of clean clothes, and walked towards the bathroom with a washbasin and soap.
There was still some time before dawn, and everyone was asleep, so no one paid attention to him.
Rub off the dirt on your body and return to your room refreshed.
After a successful breakthrough, he was full of energy and had no desire to sleep at all. He simply put on his weights and went out to practice.
"Too light."
The fifty-jin iron sand waistcoat used to feel suitable for me, but now after the advanced blood transfusion, I feel almost nothing when I wear it.
If it weighs 100 kilograms, it may be of some use, but the effect is not obvious.
But the heaviest iron sand vest in Master Chen's shop weighed 100 jin. After all, he had not yet broken through the blood transfusion, so a heavier vest was useless.
"It won't be too late to order one after we leave here."
Walking under the moonlight, I came to the martial arts training ground.
By killing Chen Laogou and subduing those big dogs, he gained the right to move freely in the entire martial arts training ground at night.
No one came to disturb us.
Walking to the corner, there is a barbell made of fine iron. The shape is similar to the barbells Xu Rui uses in the gym, but the barbells in the gym are detachable, while these are welded together and complete.
The weight is also relatively large.
Even the smallest one weighs more than 100 kilograms.
The largest one is three meters long. The diameter of the iron rod in the middle exceeds that of an adult's wrist. The diameter of the large iron masses on both sides is over fifty centimeters. The length is also not bad, and the weight is nearly one thousand five hundred kilograms.
Except for Kunlun, no one among the more than 100 people in the martial arts training ground could resist it.
He walked over and held the thick iron rod with both hands, one facing forward and one facing backward, to prevent it from slipping.
He took a deep breath, straightened his back subconsciously, and pulled hard.
A huge force burst out, and the heavy iron barbell was shaken.
Stand up straight, feel the comfort of having your body's strength fully mobilized, and the heaviness of the barbell in your hands.
Within his tolerance.
He adjusted his breathing, did a few deadlifts, and then let go.
What he needs to practice now is the control of strength, not the growth of strength.
"That guy Kunlun is really a pervert."
Only after he had a blood transfusion could he move the 1,500-jin iron weight. Normally, when Kunlun used it for training, he didn't see any difficulty at all.
His tremendous strength is simply astonishing.
After trying other equipment, Xu Rui was basically certain that his strength had increased by about one and a half times compared to before.
However, if you want to increase your strength into combat power, you need to continue to hone your skills.
At daybreak, accompanied by the sound of barking dogs, the patrolling dog left, and the diligent apprentice walked out of the room and began to practice martial arts.
Bai Jiang walked out of the room with red eyes. He didn't sleep well the whole night last night.
He hurried to Lu Xiong's room and knocked on the door hard, but there was no response for a long time.
According to Chen Laogou's explanation and his instructions last night, Lu Xiong should take the initiative to inform him when the matter is over. As a result, he waited all night yesterday but no one came.
The original excitement and anticipation turned into endless panic at this moment.
If anything goes wrong, not only will the demon blood be wasted, but the family will not forgive him either.
"It's disturbing my sleep so early in the morning. Brother Bai must be a little anxious."
The voice that had been engraved deep in Bai Jiang's bones made him stiffen. He turned around slowly, trying his best to hide his inner emotions, and looked at the figure not far away who should have died last night.
Unbelievable, scared, horrified, mixed emotions, and a confused heart.
All the words were stuck in my throat.
Xu Rui was enjoying the wonderful Sichuan Opera face-changing performance in front of him, and felt very happy.
Watching your enemy suffer is much more interesting than killing him outright.
"You...what do you mean?"
"It's just a question, why should you be so nervous, Brother Bai?"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Looking at the receding figure, Bai Jiang shouted wildly in his heart.
"Why isn't he dead? Why?!"
With his emotions out of control, he kicked open Lu Xiong's door. He couldn't wait any longer and was eager to find out what happened last night and why Xu Rui didn't die.
In the room, Lu Xiong, who also had not slept all night, had heard Bai Jiang knocking on the door a long time ago, but he didn't know how to respond, so he didn't open the door.
