Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 6 Early stage of strength training!

Now Ning Chuan doesn't feel the slightest sense of security in the King Kong Temple.

But he had taken the Immortal Immortal Pill before, even if he wanted to run, he didn't dare to run.

You can only grow stronger step by step, and then secretly look for an antidote.

Ning Chuan directly practiced pile kung fu in this open space.

But in the process of practicing Zhuang Gong, his mind turned again.

Because it feels so good to get something for nothing.

After doing it seven or eight times, Ning Chuan suddenly walked towards the group of disciples not far away who were also practicing Zhuang Gong, patted one of them lightly, and humbly asked for advice.

"Senior brother, there are still a few moves I can't do in this Qi-fixing-yang pile. I wonder if you can teach me?"

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 1]!
"What to teach, I don't know if I don't see it, ask others!"

The disciple snorted coldly and continued to do his own actions.

Ning Chuan smiled awkwardly, but didn't feel any embarrassment. Instead, he felt that this was an excellent opportunity to pluck the wool.

It would be nice if everyone ignored him after being photographed like this.

In this way, he asked carefully one by one.

It was exactly as he had guessed.

This group of disciples practicing Zhuang Gong all ignored him and didn't bother to teach him.

This made Ning Chuan extremely happy.

After taking a picture in a circle, he actually stuck to 14 points of strength and 18 points of speed again.

"Junior Brother Jiechuan, are you looking for someone to teach you the exercises?"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter sounded from behind.

Ning Chuan looked back, feeling a chill in his heart.

I saw a big bald man with a wretched smile and an unshaven beard, watching him quietly from behind.

Ning Chuan recognized this person, he was one of the muscular guys who molested dogs last night.

The name is Jie Biao.

He endured the nausea in his heart, and said with a smile, "So it's Senior Brother Jie Biao. Could it be that Senior Brother Jie Biao wants to teach me Zhuang Gong?"

He doesn't even want to touch this person now.

Seeing each other makes me want to vomit!
Sooner or later, it will be a dog day!

"It's not impossible to let me teach you, but you have to help me rub my back at night, what do you think of Junior Brother Jiechuan?"

Jie Biao smiled and gently touched Ning Chuan's shoulder.

【Ding! 】

[Random paste power value * 13! 】

Ning Chuan was touched by him, feeling disgusted, and hurriedly backed up, chuckled, and said, "Senior Brother Jiebiao's order, I naturally dare not refuse, but I am not very understanding, I am afraid that Senior Brother Jiebiao will I'll understand after teaching it a few times."

"It's okay to teach it a few more times. How about this? If I teach you once, you rub my back once. If I teach you ten times, you rub my back ten times. Isn't that nothing?"

Jie Biao's eyes showed a squinting light, and he smiled.

In his eyes, Ning Chuan was like a little white rabbit...

"This... also works."

Ning Chuan spoke.

"Goodness is goodness."

Jie Biao had a smile on his face, just like the unscrupulous man in Ning Chuan's previous life seduced his innocent little sister with all kinds of sugar-coated shells.

"Junior Brother Jiechuan, then you have to watch carefully."

He immediately displayed it in this open space.

However, the movements he performed were indeed extremely fast, much faster than what Jielong taught Ning Chuan before.

All the actions are coherent, and it doesn't matter whether Ning Chuan can understand or not.

Anyway, in his eyes, after teaching him once, Ning Chuan had to give him a bath.

If he didn't rub it, then he would have an upright reason to deal with Ning Chuan.

【Ding! 】

[Extract a Qi Dingyang Pile*1]!
Suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice sounded in Ning Chuan's mind.

His one-qi Dingyang stake finally changed again.

From entering the hall (3/4) directly to Xiaocheng (0/8).

At the same time, an extremely weak air flu, as thick as a grain of wheat, suddenly grew in Ning Chuan's body.

Ning Chuan was stunned for a moment, feeling carefully.

What the fuck?

This is 'Jin'?
Once Qi Dingyang stake enters Xiaocheng, will there be 'jin'?
And with the emergence of "strength" in his body, the words "early strength training" suddenly appeared in the column of the original martial artist's cultivation base.

"How about it, Junior Brother Jiechuan, do you understand?"

Jie Biao looked at Ning Chuan with a smile, "If you don't understand, senior brother can do it for you again, what do you think?"

His broad palm touched Ning Chuan's chin subconsciously.

Ning Chuan stepped back in disgust, but he said with a smile, "Senior brother Lao Jiebiao will do it again, I really don't understand it very well!"

"Okay, but now you're going to give me a bath twice!"

Jie Biao laughed.

He wasn't tired either, and immediately practiced again in the open space, snorting loudly.

【Ding! 】

[Bring up a Qi Dingyang Stake*1]!
There was another crisp sound.

"Ahem, I still don't understand..."

Ning Chuan looked innocent.

Jie Biao chuckled, and immediately started doing it again.

【Ding! 】

[Bring up a Qi Dingyang Stake*1]!
"Brother Lao, do it again..."

【Ding! 】

[Bring up a Qi Dingyang Stake*1]!
"Brother?"

【Ding! 】

...

That's it, time flies.

Ning Chuan always maintained an apologetic expression, expressing that he did not understand.

Let this Jie Biao do it directly back and forth as many as nine times.

And his Yiqi Dingyang pile finally became Dacheng (1/12).
That Jie Biaorao had already practiced 'strength', but after doing so many times in a row, he was still sweating and panting.

He was completely speechless, his eyes sank, and he looked at Ning Chuan, "Junior Brother Jiechuan, these nine times, plus the previous one, I have already taught you ten times, you have to give me a bath ten times!"

But Ning Chuan didn't say a word, carefully feeling the strength in his body.

At this moment, he could perceive Jin's existence more clearly.

It was as if there was a small snake the size of an index finger swimming in his body.

It was six or seven times thicker than before.

But his martial artist cultivation base is still in the early stage of strength training!
"Junior Brother Jiechuan?"

Seeing Ning Chuan's distraction, Jie Biao couldn't help but lower his tone, feeling a little more unhappy.

Ning Chuan suddenly came to his senses and chuckled, "Thank you, senior brother Jiebiao, I will definitely practice hard next time, but I have always had a doubt, how should we judge our own state after we have practiced hard? Don't we martial arts masters?" What boundary division?"

Jie Biao snorted coldly and said, "There are a lot of concerns. When will you practice strength or not? Some people have not felt strength for more than two years. Why ask so much?"

However, he quickly explained to Ning Chuan.

It's more or less showing off.

"The first stage of our martial arts is to practice energy. It is divided into the early stage, the middle stage and the late stage. In the early stage, you can feel the energy at the beginning. In the middle stage, you can walk around the body with energy. When the time comes, you can fly people away with a single thought. !"

"As for the later stage, what we have to do is to temper this strength, and temper this strength into Qi!"

"When all this strength has been transformed into qi, hehe, then you have entered the next level, which is called storing qi, and this kind of qi is also called inner qi!"

Jie Biao laughed.

　Decreasing paste, people who observe carefully will find it.

　　It will be described in detail later~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)