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Bazi thirsted for improvement more than anyone else. At this moment, he was extremely excited and bowed slightly, "Thank you, Jiang Shi!"

Jiang Wuchen's gaze fell on the Body Tempering Liquid, "The effectiveness of this medicine is overbearing, it has the pain of being devoured by ten thousand bugs and bone. No matter what, I must persevere."

"Yes sir!" Bazi bowed again.

After Jiang Wuchen left, Bazi immediately returned to his residence. He had a training hall near the street of the bar, where he usually stayed.

After returning, he first followed Jiang Wuchen's instructions to fill a pot of hot water, and then he poured the medicinal liquid into the tub. At first, he did not think much of it.

"Jiang Shi is exaggerating. Other than being a bit warmer, this medicinal liquid does not have any other reactions … Sss, this … "Huh?"

Bazi had not even finished speaking, but in the next moment, his body looked like he had been electrocuted and was about to jump out of the water.

A wave of pain that originated from outside began to appear. First was the skin, then the bones, then the bone marrow, and then the meridians.

"Ahh …" Bazi shrank back into the water, the intense pain causing his entire body to tremble. "Aaaah!" He wanted to restrain himself from making a sound, but unfortunately, he was unable to do so in the end.

"So painful …" "Ahhh!"

There was no one in the training hall, so Bazi just shouted loudly. His heart-wrenching voice resonated continuously in the training hall.

It was only after a very long time that Bazi finally stopped screaming in pain …

At nine in the morning, the young men who were beaten up yesterday at the bar came to the martial arts building while whispering to each other.

"Yesterday, Mi Lin came to the bar to deliver his written challenge. Do you think Brother Scar can win?"

"Sigh, that's hard to say. Haichuan is the Eight Level Sect, famous throughout the country! There are six of them in the training hall alone, and they are the champions of every year's Haichuan combat competitions. "

"What's the use of saying this? Although Mi Family are powerful, it does not mean that Mi Lin is as powerful as well."

"Heh, not awesome? How do you know? Yesterday, we couldn't even make it in a dozen of us. "

"I know a little about this Mi Lin. There's a Mi family's Eight Extreme Martial Arts School on Seaside Avenue, and the head instructor there seems to be Mi Lin's disciple. That guy is awesome, even Piao Renhe from the Black Tiger Taekwondo Club is no match for him."

"Mi Lin is Mi Xuan's big brother. It is said that Mi Xuan cannot walk out of his hands in a round!"

"So awesome?" In terms of Bluestone Arena, Brother Scar and Mi Xuan had to fight for dozens of rounds before victory was decided. In other words, Brother Scar … We may not be his match. "

A layer of gloom and helplessness covered their faces. When they arrived at the entrance of the martial arts building, they heard the sound of kicking sandbags coming from inside.

A few people looked at each other and asked, "Is someone inside?"

He pushed the door open and entered. In the corner, Bazi was wearing a set of black shorts as he tried to sweep and kick the sandbags with all his might. His entire body was drenched in sweat, and his speed was as fast as lightning.

This was not an ordinary sandbag, but a specially-made one made by Bazi. The outside used the hardest leather, and inside it was sand mixed with iron sand.

Ordinary sandbags only contained sawdust.

The whole sandbag was more than two meters tall and weighed at least four hundred pounds. Three thick chains were attached to the top of the sandbag. Normal people wouldn't kick such a heavy sandbag, which might hurt themselves.

And it would only be used for Bazi's practice.

However, at this moment, Bazi's strength and speed was evidently much stronger than before. Every time he swept and kicked the sandbag in the middle of its surface, he would kick the sandbag into the air, causing the iron chain to vibrate and emit crackling sounds.

"Ah?" It's Brother Scar! "

"So powerful."

A few of the young men at the door looked on dumbfoundedly.

When Bazi turned around, his entire body was drenched in sweat and his hair was also soaked through. He stuck it to his scalp and the scar on his face was completely red, making him look terrifying and sinister.

Taking off the glove, Bazi clenched his fist. He could feel that after his body had been tempered, his body had undergone a subtle change. Before, when he was training his Azure Dragon Art, he almost went berserk, causing internal injuries, but now he had completely recovered.

His strength and speed had also increased by at least one fold. He was confident that he could hit out with a punch that would weigh a thousand pounds.

This feeling of power caused him to feel slightly out of control.

Extremely excited, he punched the sandbag, exhausting too much energy in his body.

"Jiang Shi is honest, that half bottle is just too powerful, in a single night I was able to make such a huge improvement, if I relied on hard training, I could at least last for half a year!" Bazi's heart was abnormally excited, he wished that he could immediately go find Jiang Wuchen and tell him of his progress.

"Brother Scar."

"Brother Scar!"

A few youngsters walked over.

Bazi put on his clothes and nodded slightly, his eyes carrying the coldness of a being in power, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet. As soon as I woke up, I came to open the door."

"Come, let's go eat. I'll treat you."

In a Chinese restaurant below the training hall, a few youths stared dumbfoundedly at Bazi as he continued to eat. In ten minutes, Bazi had eaten twelve steamed buns, eight eggs, and ten cups of soy milk. One cup was 500 ml …

"..."

That day, Bazi immersed himself in training at the martial arts hall. He placed his focus on the Azure Dragon Art, trying to rely on the Azure Dragon Art to continuously strengthen the Internal Strength, but unfortunately, he felt like he was close to nothing.

After waiting until night time, Bazi came out of the martial arts building and contacted Jiang Wuchen. He quickly drove a black Chrysler to the shore.

On the beach, Jiang Wuchen stood with his hands behind his back. The sea breeze was blowing, making his figure seem a little desolate.

It was hard for Bazi to imagine that such a young person would actually have such a heavy and decadent back.

He jumped onto the beach and bowed slightly, "Jiang Shi."

Jiang Wuchen turned around and glanced at Bazi, "Mn, not bad. I expected it to be able to go from the middle to late stage of the Fighter realm. The path of the Martial Cultivation was divided into four stages, the 'person', the 'master', the 'sect', and the 'ruler'! One step at a time. Every step is strictly divided into two parts. As a Martial Cultivation, do you know about this knowledge? "

"This …" Bazi blushed with shame and shook his head: "Bazi doesn't know."

Jiang Wuchen said: "Not everyone who practices martial arts can become a martial artist. When the Qi appears in your dantian, we will call that Qi Internal Strength! He could be called a fighter.

Like you right now, whether it's the initial stages or later stages, it's just like how few Internal Strength s there are. However, in order to break through to the next realm, there had to be a qualitative change as well as quantitative change! This kind of change is to open up the eight extraordinary meridians and twelve true meridians in your body, and achieve the Internal Strength's great circle! "

"The Great Circle of the Internal Strength?" Bazi's heart burned with passion.