Liver Progress from One Breath Decision

Getting rewards one after another is still very important to Zhong Chao.

Not to mention that after obtaining the silver taels, he can buy meat and Huoxue powder.

Even the decoction is of extraordinary significance to Zhong Chao.

Teenagers who spend money to find someone to practice with are truly wealthy families. Even if their decoction is just a casual treat, the nutrition contained in it far exceeds that of popular supplements, Huoxuesan.

And too rich nutrition, so that Zhong Chao can use it to practice while recovering from his injuries.

Using the data panel to estimate, that is, after he completed the three tasks in succession, the proficiency of the Chunyang Golden Bell Cover skyrocketed by a full 198 points.

In comparison, the steam turbine is slightly slower, but also by 150 points.

This is a very exaggerated progress.

You know, in the past, Zhong Chao got up at five in the morning and trained until eleven o'clock at night before resting. With such hard training, he could only increase his proficiency by about 120 a day.

Today, the three missions have only been 'half a day', but his proficiency has increased by 198. This is the huge effect of the decoction.

No, it's not just the effect of the decoction, it's really painful to be beaten, but for Chunyang Golden Bell Cover, this is considered extreme training.

Squeeze-style extreme training, coupled with Dabu decoction, if the speed of my progress slows down, this will be a problem.

The rapid progress also made Zhong Chao puzzled-he didn't understand why tug-of-war would increase his proficiency, and the rate of increase was no slower than being beaten.

But now is not the time to talk about these, the visible progress makes Zhong Chao full of excitement, and he has no idea of ​​delay.

As soon as he recovered, he found the steward Zhang Chong and asked him to assign him another task.

Then, the practice or beating began again.

In fact, the King Kong Martial Arts Academy also has protection for the named disciples.

According to the thinking of this era, Zhong Chao and the others are all 'properties' belonging to the martial arts hall.

If one's property is maimed or seriously injured, the opposite party will have to lose money.

Killing them will cost you a lot of money, so under normal circumstances, the opponent's shot is also moderate.

At the same time, unless the other party makes a special request and is willing to pay three times, five times, or even ten times the price, all the named disciples like Lian Zhongchao and the others can fight back.

After successive victories in the duel training, Zhong Chao and the others were able to rapidly improve their status, until they became the stewards of the martial arts hall, and even the inner disciples.

King Kong Wuguan is willing and very necessary to cultivate its own strong warriors.

It is a pity that Zhong Chao, who has practiced martial arts for a while and has not mastered martial arts skills, can only punch the king and eight fists, and is not an opponent at all.

Because of this, he was beaten again, which was nothing in fact. What made Zhong Chao angry was that after the beating, he didn't leave any money for medicine or money.

Oh, I thought everyone would give money.

So stingy... Pushing his task off tomorrow!

Ugh?!!

The last sentence was not said by Zhong Chao, but by Zhang Chong, the manager.

Seeing Zhong Chao's surprised eyes, he did not hide it, but said bluntly: I also have a share of those rich young masters, and naturally I hope to meet some generous guests.

Of course, I can only take a small part, most of which are from the martial arts hall.

In the second half of the story, Zhong Chao believed it, but in the first half, Zhong Chao laughed.

Of course, he wouldn't say what was in his mind.

Then thank you in charge.

Because of the serious injury and no medicine, Zhong Chao could only end the pair training ahead of schedule, and dragged his body full of scars back to his dormitory.

Well, he didn't forget to eat before he left.

At the same time, including tug-of-war, he participated in four missions today, one more than the fixed quota. Therefore,

Five coins fell into his hands.

Five bucks for completing one more mission.

With a pouting, Zhong Chao was a little dissatisfied.

But in fact, the money is not too little.

Five bucks is five hundred wen, which is enough for one person to eat for a month.

It is a pity that martial artists eat meat, and the resources required far exceed the limit that civilians can bear.

For example, now, Zhong Chao spent the two halves (one or two in the previous reward) before the money was warmed up.

Buy Live Blood Powder.

Without going by himself, Jiang Liang volunteered to take the task after seeing Zhong Chao's injury.

In this regard, Zhong Chao did not refuse. At the same time, he also called Jiang Liang over and whispered to him, asking him to inquire about the news for himself.

...

The potion was quickly bought back, but it was once a sea, except that Wushan was not a cloud.

After feeling the taste of high-grade decoction and taking Dazhong's Huoxue Powder again, Zhong Chao clearly felt the difference between the two.

The first is digestion. With a bowl of Huoxue Powder, he squeezed out the nutrients in only fifty minutes, which is not comparable to the soup that lasted for three hours before.

Moreover, with a pair of powder in his stomach, Zhong Chao didn't even talk about using energy to cultivate in his spare time, and his injuries were not completely improved.

This made Zhong Chao endure the heartache and took another dose.

When the body healed, the time had come to ten o'clock in the night.

While there was still time, Zhong Chaoyuan prepared to pour the last bowl of soup into his abdomen and began to practice regularly.

But before he made these moves, Jiang Liang returned and brought him bad news.

Boss, I've found out what you asked me to inquire about... There is indeed a lack of practice in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!

asshole!

Clenching his fists, Zhong Chao's face was very ugly:

I knew it was like that!

This noon, when participating in the tug-of-war training, Zhong Chao Chunyang's proficiency in the golden bell has increased, and this increase is no slower than that of hammering the body, which makes him feel abnormal.

He kept this matter in mind all the time, and thought about it for a long time while recovering from the injury. In the end, he vaguely had two guesses.

The reality does not match the description of the practice method. One may be that the creator did not expect this. Just like determination, I noticed its flaws and could find ways to improve it.

The other possibility is that the apprentice is too much to teach, and the master starved to death, so... hid one hand!

The latter is undoubtedly extremely bad for people who learn martial arts like Zhong Chao, and it is also the last thing he wants to see.

But he has not been in this world for a long time, but he has already felt the guards of this world for housekeeping skills.

Want to be a pharmacist? Give me a three or five year apprenticeship first.

Want to practice martial arts? Either spend money, a lot of money, or sell your life to me!

In this kind of atmosphere, to say that the martial arts hall easily taught the housekeeping skills, even if others said, Zhong Chao himself would not believe it.

In fact, King Kong Wuguan did not even cover it up, and Jiang Liang learned some news after a little inquiries.

Strongly suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhong Chao asked Jiang Liang: It can be easily found out, these know-how martial arts halls should be taught, right? What are the conditions?

The boss is really smart. They can teach it, but they need money. We can get the secrets and secrets of the practice from Qin Lao who guards the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, but if we want to get a tip, we need 10 taels of silver. The secret teaching of the law requires fifty taels of silver.

This remark made Zhong Chao's strong heart froze, and his anger rose even more.

Ten taels of tips, fifty taels of secret secrets... These black-hearted bastards should hang up street lights!