Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The Xingyao Federation is full of martial arts, and the comprehensions with superior combat power enjoy the supreme status. The federal citizens are all on the road to comprehension.

Even if you can't become a self-cultivator, you also like to fight hard, smash your muscles, sculpts your body, and keep your habit of cultivation for life.

Therefore, there are fitness clubs, cultivation halls and martial arts schools everywhere in the streets and all kinds of places. It is not necessarily a martial master who is ruthless and ruthless. Most of them are law-abiding, law-abiding students and office workers.

Li Yao saw a sign of "the military road to kill the wolf cultivation pavilion" and added another confidence.

He knows that most of the bosses in such places are enthusiastic cultivators. They refine the "cottage-enhancing potions". Most of them are taken for themselves and members of the practice hall. It is not the primary purpose to make money, so they often do not hesitate to pay for the cost. .

Touching the spider pattern on his face, Li Yaoxin walked in.

The facade of the cultivation hall is not big, but there is a hole in the sky. In the strength training room of about three or four hundred square meters, more than a dozen muscular and sweaty brawny men are smashing barbells, steel cables and iron pieces. The sound is loud, and there is a big man in the corner who is licking a sandbag.

Li Yao swept a circle and found that the weight of these big Hans was not too high, and the face was relatively good and good. The feeling of giving people was not fierce. It seems that they are ordinary office workers, and they can't help but feel relieved.

He went to the corner and was about to ask the brawny who was hitting the sandbag - this gentleman looks the best.

The brawny, but just bowed close, the backhand spurs, a heavy punch, slammed out the strength, the sandbags slammed high, just hit Li Yao's face, making a "squeaky" sound.

The brawny "had" a cry, and hurriedly said: "Are you okay?"

Li Yao shook his head, his nose was sour, his nose twitched twice, and he shook his head: "Nothing, where is the curator of Zhao?"

......

Behind the strength training room, in a small tea room, two military green cushions are sitting on a strong man, two tea pots in between, and bacon, roast chicken, peanuts and the like. ready meal.

The left side is about forty or fifty years old. The bald head has a wolf head tattoo with a spur of the army. The left arm begins to slash from the shoulder blade and is replaced by a spiritual prosthetic engraved with thousands of runes.

The one on the right, but a young man who seems to be less than 30 years old, dressed in a very low-key gray military trench coat, has been worn for many years and has been washed white and faded.

If Li Yao sees this person, he must be excited to the urine collapse. This young man is the idol of all the students in the Red Dragonfly II, the upstart in the circle of the Fugo City comprehension, the foundation monk, the knives Peng Hai!

At the moment, Peng Hai did not have a strong comprehension. He lifted the tea pot and said to the bald tattoo man: "The old instructor, come, for the fierce battle of the demon beasts, let us have another drink!" ”

The tea pot is clearly the most inferior Erguotou. Penghai is a big monk with a jade food and a rich and extravagant desire. However, he sees a scent of jade, and he screams: "Good wine, this **** It’s what men should drink!”

The bald tattooed man used the prosthetic limbs, and some of them stiffly grabbed the tea pot, and said with emotion: "Ahai, I know that you are a child with a strong feeling and a feeling of love. Even if you are a self-cultivator, you will not forget these together. Born into the old comrades of death! But you have the heart, come to me to drink after three or five, it is really unnecessary to practice here in my place - my place is amateur level, the level is very low, you are a base period comprehension, here is a waste of skill time!"

Peng Hai smiled: "The old instructor, the friendship between us, can not be simply said 'born to death' four words can be clearly stated, I want to implement the 'black blade action' together, if not you help me block At that point, I have long since died and can't die anymore. Where can I still be a self-cultivator? And the old instructor you..."

His eyes swept to the left hand of the bald man, and Peng Hai’s voice also brought a heavy touch. “But the entire left arm was lost, and even the heart was bombarded by 70%. From the 13th floor of the refining period, it fell back. Ordinary warrior level, had to leave the 'wolf group'..."

The bald-headed male man waved his hand and said with carelessness: "The road to repairing the truth, the crisis is fourfold, and the life of nine deaths. Since embarking on this road of no return, Laozi has long put his head on the waistband, ready to kill Huangquan! Just throw away one Hand, what is it? If you can't even wear this point, you still have a bird in the same year. It is not safer to go home to work as a white-collar worker. You don't have to worry about it all the time. Let's come out and comprehend. The broken hand is still going back to the old house to sell salted duck eggs. They all look happy. They are all life! I broke my hand. It is my destiny, what is the relationship with you? Besides, if I don’t let me comprehend, then I will not repair it. Every month, I hold a lot of 'Veterans Disability Allowance', drinking small wine, roasting skewers, and the bed is not lacking every day. I don’t know how much and how happy I am! I still stay in the army. Comrades, yes, there are many people who have become the masters of the foundation period, and even two great monks who have had a knot. How about it? Maybe tomorrow will become a bubble in the belly of the monster. Nothing left! I thought about it, I still earned it. Ha ha ha ha! "

Peng Haixin said: "I can afford it, let it go, it is the old instructor in my memory, the tough guy of the iron skeleton! But one thing, the old instructor is wrong, I am coming to you every day, it is not a waste of time. But doing very important cultivation."

The bald tattooed man's eyes widened: "Cultivate? What kind of tricks can you train in this broken place?"

Peng Hai smiled lightly and explained: "My instant psionic power has reached the 'high-end stage of building the base period', but it is very unstable. In the critical moments of several battles, I accidentally fell back to the 'building base period'. I almost lost my life - this is because my absolute strength has risen too fast, and the control of power is still not at home. I want to completely stabilize the 'high-end of the base period', and even hit the realm of 'building the foundation peak', it must be completely solved. this problem!"

The bald-headed man was indulged for a moment and nodded: "You are one of the youngest foundation-builders in the Federation. The advancement is too fast, and it will indeed bring the problem of unstable foundation. How are you going to solve it?"

Peng Hai smiled: "In order to control my own strength, every time I go to the old instructor's ‘Military Killing Wolf Training Center,’ I will suppress my strength to 3% and only use 3% of my strength to carry out overload training!”

The bald-headed tattoo man suddenly realized: "You have only played 3% of the strength? No wonder I am from you, I can't feel the breath of the self-cultivator."

Peng Hai nodded: "I have been in the 3% state for a month, so when I let go of the limit and play 100% strength, I feel that the explosive power has been greatly improved, and the control of the psionic power has also increased. A lot! My goal is to finally suppress my strength to 1%, and also carry out overload training and confrontation. If you can do it, you will be able to rush to the peak of the foundation period!"

After a meal, I smiled with regret. "Intuitive power is my biggest weakness. I don't want others to know, so I can only go to the old instructor to practice here. In Fugo City, I only believe in two." Personal, the old instructor is one of them, but unfortunately your members here, the strength is too weak, no one can beat me with 3% strength, three minutes of attack! Just for strength training, it seems to be a breath. ”

The bald-headed tattooed man gave him a glance: "My members here are all eight hundred office workers, working-class people, and not professional warriors. Of course, you are not enough to play, even if you only use 3% of strength, it is purely killing! However, Don't say that the old instructor doesn't take care of you. I know that you are looking for a good-skilled master to train, so I specially contacted a famous gold medal trainer in the circle, and I will be there later."

Peng Haiyi listened and came to the interest: "Oh? Not so bad?"

The bald tattoo male said: "I also introduced it through a friend, but I have not seen it. However, this person has been mixed up in the underground ghost market for many years. He has been a professional **** in several martial arts halls. It is said that the ability to fight is very strong. The nickname is 'Iron Turtle', should you be able to hold on to you for three minutes with 3% strength?"

The entire wall on the left side of the tea room is a single-directional transparent glass. Looking out from the inside, you can see the situation of the strength training room.

When the two talked, they just saw Li Yao coming in and was stunned by the sandbag, but if nothing happened.

"He came, how are you, okay?" The bald tattooed man stood up.