Chapter 19

The people of Xingyao Union are martial, and the practitioners with outstanding combat power enjoy the supreme status. All the citizens of the union take the road of cultivating truth as their greatest glory.

Even if they can't be true practitioners, they also like to work hard, sharpen their muscles, sculpt their bodies, and keep the habit of cultivating for life.

Therefore, fitness clubs, training centers and martial arts schools can be seen everywhere in the streets. The martial arts masters who practice in them are not necessarily vicious. Most of them are law-abiding students and office workers.

When Li Yao saw the sign of "Army Road wolf killing training hall", he had more confidence.

He knows that most of the owners of such places are fanatical practitioners. They make "Shanzhai fortified potions" for themselves and the members of the cultivation hall. Making money is not the primary purpose, so they often do not hesitate to pay any cost and the quality is guaranteed.

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

The front of the training hall is not big, but inside it there is a unique cave. In the strength training room of about three or four hundred square meters, more than a dozen muscular and sweating strong men are banging barbells, cables and iron pieces, and a big man is killing a sandbag in the corner.

Li Yao swept around and found that the weight of these men's training was not too high, and their faces were relatively solid and kind. They didn't feel fierce. They seemed to be ordinary office workers. They were relieved and more relieved.

He went to the corner and was ready to ask the strong man who was sandbagging - he looked the most kind.

This strong man, however, just stepped close with a bow, stabbed his back hand suddenly, and hit the sandbag with a heavy fist. He smashed the sandbag into the sky and hit Li Yao in the face, making a "pop" sound.

Strong man "ah" a, urgent way: "are you ok?"

Li Yao shook his head. His nose was sour. His wings twitched twice. He shook his head and said, "it's OK. Where is curator Zhao?"

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Behind the strength training room, in a small tea room, there are two strong men sitting on two army green cushions. There are two teapots between them, and cooked dishes such as bacon, roast chicken and peanuts.

The man on the left is about forty or fifty years old. A wolf's head tattoo with a military spike is tattooed on his pockmarked bald head. His left arm is cut off from the shoulder blade. Instead, it is a spiritual prosthesis engraved with thousands of runes.

The man on the right is a young man who seems to be less than 30 years old. He is wearing a very low-key gray military windbreaker. He has worn it for many years and has washed it white and faded.

If Li Yao sees this man, he will be so excited that he will die of diabetes. This young man is the idol of all the students in Chixiao No!

At the moment, Peng Hai didn't have the breath of a strong practitioner. He held up the teapot and said to the bald tattooed man, "old instructor, come on, let's drink again for our fierce fighting years in the monster wasteland."

The teapot is clearly the worst Erguotou. Penghai, a rich and extravagant monk, seems to have seen the jade liquor, drank it and smacked his tongue loudly: "good wine, this is what a man should drink!"

The bareheaded tattooed man used the arm prosthesis. He grabbed the teapot rigidly and said with emotion: "Ahai, I know you are a boy who attaches great importance to feelings and love. Even if you become a foundation cultivator, you will never forget us old comrades in arms who lived and died together! But if you want to come to me for a drink every three or five times, you just don't have to practice here all the time. I'm an amateur in this place, and my level is very low. As a foundation builder, you are a skilled waste of time here! "

Peng Hai said with a smile: "old instructor, the friendship between us can't be made clear by just" going out of life and going to death ". In those days, we carried out the" black blade operation "together. If you didn't help me block it, I would have died long ago. How could I have been a foundation builder? And the old instructor, you... "

Looking at the bareheaded tattooed man's left hand, Peng Hai's voice was heavy. "But he lost his whole left arm, and even his heart was blown off by 70%. From the 13th floor of the gas refining period, he fell back to the level of ordinary martial arts, and had to leave the" wolf group "..."

The bald tattooed man waved his hand and said, "the road to the cultivation of truth is in danger. It's a near death. Now that I'm on the road of no return, I've long pinned my head on my belt. I'm ready to die at any time! What does it mean to just lose a hand? If you can't even see this, it's safer to go home to work as a white-collar worker and ask for a wife? You don't have to worry about it all the time. If we come out to repair the truth, we'll either break our hands or feet or go back to our hometown to sell salted duck eggs. It's up to God to be happy. It's all fate! I break my hand. It's my destiny. What does it have to do with you? Besides, if I don't want to practice, I won't do it. I have a lot of "veterans' disability allowance" every month. I drink wine and toast. I don't know how smart and happy I am! And the old comrades in arms who are still in the army, yes, many of them have become the builders of the foundation period, and they even have two great monks of jiedan. So what? Maybe tomorrow it will become a bubble of dung in the belly of a monster, and there will be no residue left! When I think about it, I still earn money. Ha ha ha ha

Peng Hai happily said: "I can take it up and put it down. I am an old instructor in my memory, a tough man with iron bone! However, the old instructor was wrong. I come to you every day, not to waste time, but to carry out very important cultivation. "

The bald tattooed man widened his eyes: "cultivation? What can you do in a place like me? "

With a faint smile, Peng Hai explained: "my instant power explosion has reached the high level of the foundation period, but it is very unstable. At the critical moment of several battles, I accidentally fell back to the medium level of the foundation period, and almost died. This is because my absolute power has increased too fast, and my control of power is not at home. If you want to really stand on the high level of "foundation period" or even hit the peak of "foundation period", you must thoroughly solve this problem! "

The bald tattooed man pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "you are one of the youngest foundation builders in the Federation. If you advance too fast, it will bring about the problem of unstable foundation. How are you going to solve it?"

Peng Hai said with a smile: "in order to control my own strength, every time I go to the old instructor's" martial arts and wolf killing training hall ", I will suppress my strength to 3% and only play 3% of my strength to carry out overload training!"

Bald tattoo man suddenly realized: "so you only play 3% of the strength? No wonder I can't feel the breath of a practitioner from you. "

Peng Hai nodded: "I've been in the 3% state for a month. When I let go of the restriction and give play to 100% of my strength, I feel that my explosive power has been greatly improved, and my control of psionic power has also been enhanced a lot! My goal is to suppress my strength to 1% at last, and to carry out overload training and confrontation. If I can, I will reach the peak of the foundation period! "

After a pause, he laughed regretfully, "the instability of spiritual power is my biggest weakness. I don't want to let others know, so I can only come to the old instructor you to practice. In the city of Fugo, I only believe in two people, and the old instructor is one of them. Unfortunately, the members here are too weak. None of them can withstand my attack with 3% strength for three minutes! Strength training alone seems to be another breath away. "

The bald tattooed man glared at him: "my members here are all decent office workers and working class, and they are not professional martial arts. Of course, they are not enough for you to fight. Even if you only use 3% of your strength, it's pure maltreatment! However, don't say that the old instructor doesn't take care of you. I know that you are looking for a fighting master to accompany you. So I specially contacted a gold medal trainer who is a little famous in the circle and will be there soon. "

Peng Hai was interested: "Oh? Is it fierce? "

The bald tattooed man said, "I've also been introduced by my friend. I haven't seen him, but he's been in the underground ghost market for many years. He's been a professional assistant in several martial arts schools. It's said that he has strong fighting ability. He has a nickname" iron turtle ". He should be able to hold you for three minutes with 3% of his strength?"

The whole wall on the left side of the teahouse is single direction transparent glass. From the inside, you can see the situation of the strength training room.

While they were talking, they just saw Li Yao come in and be hit in the face by sandbags, but they looked as if nothing had happened.

"He's here. How's it going, isn't it?" The bald tattoo man stood up.