I will eventually become a god

Chapter 57 True inheritance, softness
The skills of this panel can actually be improved! ?
Xue Jing was shocked.

But after looking at the conditions, he frowned.

The skill level requires Lv10, which is relatively simple. Fitness is one of the easiest skills for him to develop. As long as he continues to practice martial arts, he will always be promoted to Lv10.

It requires 1000 divinity, which gives him a bit of a headache.

Why the fuck is it twice as long as activating divine skills?

However, if you change your thinking, the more divinity required for sublimation, doesn’t it mean that the skills after sublimation are more powerful?
Thinking of this, Xue Jing felt much more comfortable.

Alas, there is really no food left at home, and there are still two children waiting to be fed. Now there is a need for divinity. Is there any other way besides divine relics...

And the remaining condition is full of question marks...

Xue Jing thought for a moment, and there was a high probability that it had something to do with the Armor Shaking Kung Fu.

Either it has something to do with the Armor Shaking Technique itself, or something related to the body is triggered while practicing the Armor Shaking Technique.

In short, if you continue to practice, you will always know.

He couldn't help but have strong expectations for the effects of sublimated fitness.

[You have practiced Armor Shaking Kung Fu once, and your fitness experience value +209]

[You have practiced Armor Shaking Kung Fu once, and your luck experience value will be +208]

After taking a look at the skill experience points gained, there were no surprises this time. Armor Shaking Kung Fu is so difficult to practice, so it is normal for the experience gain to increase so much.

And...Xue Jing pinched the skin on her arm.

He felt that the benefits of practicing Armor Shaking Kung Fu could not be fully reflected in the gains on the skill panel.

His skin seemed to have been awakened by something, and it had a strange vitality. I don't know if it was an illusion, but it also felt tougher when pinched.

This should be a gain that is not reflected in the [Fitness] skill, but directly affects him.

In fact, I also feel this way when practicing the Hidden Dragon Technique, but it is not as obvious as the Armor Shaking Technique.

"Turn on the nebulizer."

Li Qi said next to him.

Xue Jing did as she was told and pressed the button switch on the atomized inhaler.

The next moment, the atomizer began to make a hissing sound, and light red mist began to pour out of the oxygen mask.

"Just use the breathing method accompanying the Armor Shaking Skill that I just taught you." Li Qi reminded.

Xue Jing recalled how she felt when her body was controlled by Li Qi, and began to use breathing techniques to absorb the medicinal mist.

This light red medicinal mist has a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and it feels very sticky and difficult to inhale. However, Xue Jing resisted the discomfort and continued to use her breathing method to inhale it into her lungs.

He could feel that the medicinal mist flowed along the trachea, into the lungs, into the alveoli, and into the blood. Under the control of the breathing method, it infiltrated the blood and continuously delivered the medicinal power to specific locations.

After a while, he began to feel as if his skin was on fire. It was frighteningly hot, and the color began to turn red.

The pores all over the body began to follow a certain rhythm, constantly opening and closing, opening and closing...

Half an hour later, the atomized inhaler stopped running, no more light red mist came out, and Xue Jing slowly stopped the breathing method.

"How do you feel?" Li Qi smiled.

Xue Jing stood up and opened her hands, as if the air conditioner was drenching her head with sweat all over her body in the summer, and her whole body felt like a refreshing sensation.

"The skin...is breathing." Xue Jing half-closed her eyes and seemed to be muttering to herself.

Li Qi said happily: "Very good, I found the feeling the first time I practiced. As long as you follow this feeling, you will eventually be able to understand one of the five killer moves of Hidden Dragon Style."

"Its name is Turning Golden Scales."

"Turn golden scales?"

Li Qi sighed and said modestly: "As I said, we martial arts practitioners can't always tell the truth, we have to get used to lying..."

"Okay, I just prepared the medicinal bath. It should be cooked now. Go and soak it. Remember, you must also use the breathing method while soaking to find the feeling of 'skin breathing', so that you can absorb the medicine. The medicinal power in the bath..."

"The Armor Shaking Technique is extremely harmful to the body. Every time you practice it, you need to take a complete set of nourishing secret medicines. Otherwise, if you practice hard, you will be dead in two or three days..."

……

In the next few days, Li Qi taught Xue Jing the remaining four sets of movements of Armor Shaking Kung Fu, corresponding to flesh, tendons, bones, and blood respectively.

Each set is more difficult than the other, and each set requires taking different secret medicines and soaking in different medicinal baths. Li Qi will even perform acupuncture on him personally, making him look like a hedgehog.

Xue Jing couldn't help but sigh, this is the truth of martial arts training... It is unrealistic to just get a book of martial arts and start practicing casually in the novel.

Kung Fu is only one aspect, even a trivial aspect. These secret medicines and corresponding usages that match the Kung Fu are the top priority and are the true core inheritance of each major martial arts school.

Time flies, and seven or eight days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Hidden Dragon Dojo, in the training hall.

"Ha!!" "Bang!" In front of the dynamometer in the training hall, ordinary disciples wearing training uniforms were lining up. They took turns stepping forward to charge up the force on the dynamometer and punch, and the pip screen Numbers kept popping up.

"Wen Zhaorong, punching strength 201.3kg..."

Xue Jing was wearing black training clothes and standing upright next to the boxing machine. Her tall and straight posture was like a strong pine tree, firmly rooted in the ground, giving people an unshakable sense of stability.

He held a stack of notebooks in one hand and a pen in the other hand, writing in the notebook to record the boxing strength test results of his disciples.

Today is the monthly quiz day at Hidden Dragon Dojo, used to check the martial arts progress of the disciples.

Xue Jing, who was very idle among his direct disciples, was recruited by Li Qi to be responsible for recording the disciples' quiz scores.

On the soft chairs in the rest area next to it, there were several female disciples who had finished the test. They were looking at Xue Jing, laughing and whispering something.

"Little brother!" Another young disciple came to the dynamometer, cupped his fists and bowed to Xue Jing. After receiving a nod from Xue Jing in response, he began to get into a boxing stance and punch hard against the dynamometer.

"boom!"

Xue Jing glanced at the screen and wrote in the notebook: "Yi Yingyu, 212.2kg..."

Yi Yingyu seemed a little surprised by the results. He looked delighted and bowed to Xue Jing again, happily going to take the next test.

"Little senior brother, little senior brother, why don't you take a test too, so that everyone can see how powerful your direct disciple is!"

A pretty female disciple said teasingly from the side.

As soon as she said the words, there were countless responses.

"Yes, yes, little senior brother, let's give it a try, everyone is very curious."

"Senior Brother, I was not present for both of his attacks. I was completely drained. I will show you my hands today~"

"After all, my junior brother has just started. No matter how talented he is, his boxing power may not be very strong. Please don't force him."

There are also those who use provocation.

Xue Jing smiled and just said softly: "No, there is nothing to test, and I guess nothing can be measured."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples immediately refused to give up.

"Hey~ Why do you do this? Let everyone see it without losing a piece of meat."

"Senior brother, you are really afraid of showing your timidity. Don't worry, how long have you been here? No one will laugh at you."

"Whoever dares to laugh at my little senior brother, I will be the first to forgive him, so just try..."

The disciples have always been curious about his very young direct disciple, and they couldn't help but want to tease him when it was a rare opportunity to get in close contact with him.

At this time, a person came to the door of the training hall, it was Chen Fuguang.

He waved his hand in this direction without saying a word. Only Xue Jing noticed him.

Xue Jing looked at the entangled disciples in front of him, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Then I'll just give it a try."

Everyone immediately applauded.

"Okay! Let us see the style of our little senior brother!"

"This is a direct disciple. Not being strong is only temporary. Not having stage fright is the most important thing."

"Everyone, get out of the way and watch the little senior brother perform!"

Everyone was laughing and joking.

They didn't mean any harm, they just took this opportunity to get close to Xue Jing and join in the fun.

The disciples dispersed and made room for Xue Jing.

He walked to the dynamometer and didn't put up any boxing stance. He just turned sideways and punched the leather cushion on it with his backhand, casually as if he was throwing bottles and cans into the trash can.

"puff!"

An extremely dull sound came out, but there was no response on the screen.

"Huh?" All the disciples looked confused.

After Xue Jing finished her punch, she turned around and walked towards the entrance of the training hall.

When everyone was wondering, the leather cushion on the dynamometer suddenly cracked with a tingling sound.

Then, as if a chain reaction was triggered, the cushion cracked everywhere, and the sponges inside shattered like dead leaves and fell to the ground, leaving only a bare iron pipe in the original position of the cushion.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt as if they had seen a ghost, showing expressions of disbelief.

"Is this... Roujin!?"

……

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(End of this chapter)