Xing Zhen was taken to the second floor of the bamboo building by Zhao Huan. Zhao Huan was not allowed to enter the room and had to stay outside the door to wait.

After Xing Zhen entered, he was shocked when he saw the man in the farmhouse and guessed the true identity of the man. It was Yuan Chungang, the leader of the foundry sect.

The man Shuai spoke first. As an introductory disciple of the foundry, he was already half of my disciple. He also created a heaven-grade sword fetus for the Sword Sect, and he was qualified to let me teach you some skills in person.

Xing Zhen immediately retorted: "No, if Jian Feixi gave it to my friend, he would not intend to hand it over to the Jian Sect."

Yuan Chungang laughed and scolded: "Things without conscience, use the monkey-headed stone of the Sword Sect to refine the monkey-headed gold. Shouldn't the forged sword fetus belong to the Sword Sect?"

Xing Zhen was unmoved and replied with his fist: "Please ask the master of the sect to be kind. Xiruo is indeed creating it for his friends. I can personally go to Houtou Mountain to bring back more Monkey Head Stones for the Sword Sect. I can also forge a few more sword fetuses for the Sword Sect, and I hope the master of the sect will return Xiruo to me."

"It really doesn't work. I have a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum to replace."

Yuan Chungang'er smiled and asked, "Your thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is still there?"

Xing Zhen knew something was wrong, so he immediately searched for his clothes. He groped from the inside out and looked at the peasant man sitting cross-legged.

Yuan Chungang ignored it and waved his hand and said casually: "Forget it, since it's given to Bei..."

Suddenly I remembered the story of the boy in white when he came to take the sword and told him about the story in Qingyang Town. The name he used was Xiruobei at that time, and immediately changed his words: "Sending a sword to Xiruobei is no different from what the Sword Sect gave it. This time I won't make things difficult for you. As for the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and peach brew, I will use it on you sooner or later. Don't look at me with the eyes of eating people."

Yuan Chungang slowly stood up and looked serious: "If you say that you should teach you martial arts knowledge yourself, you will definitely do it. You guys are optimistic."

"I have been wandering around all year round, collecting various stones and bringing them back to the Sword Sect. I often encounter many useless mountains blocking the road. Not only does it delay the trip, but I have to put more effort into it."

"Fortunately, I encountered a mountain that opened the mountain and broke it. I saw it. This trick is called a mountain style."

Xing Zhen was dazzled and remembered every subtle change. The seemingly ordinary farmer's style of opening up is indeed capable of opening up the mountain.

The one-stage is completed, regardless of whether Zheng Zhen is remembered or not, Yuan Chungang's sudden change in moves is completely different from the strong and domineering style of the mountain style, and at this time he is more like a tender woman.

Yuan Chungang said loudly: "Walking all over the world, you will inevitably encounter rivers and lakes blocking the road. Since mountains can open, the sea can also be kept. Don't ask me why I don't Zhenjiang and Zhenhe River, because they are too small and are not qualified to let me suppress it. This trick is called Zhenhai style."

The sequential fist style is like a surging wave, one wave is stronger than one punch, one punch is more fierce than one punch. Everything is lacking and seems calm and unpredictable, but the flowing fist spirit is endless. All of this is extremely similar to the superposition of fist power, and it has the same effect.

When the tide gradually faded away, Yuan Chungang's momentum changed in vain again. This time he stopped all his movements, and only a momentum that was the only one was rippling.

The farmer changed his past peace and said sharply: "When planting crops, there are countless insects and ants. God sometimes doesn't open his eyes, either hail or frost. Do you know that the crops are the result of the crops' sweat. It depends on it to support the family, it depends on it to send children to study, and it depends on it to have children and grandchildren."

"Break the harvest of crops is equivalent to breaking the support of the family. At this time, I don't like the sky. If I don't like the sky, I break it. This boxing is called the Breaking Heaven Style."

There are no fancy moves in the Breaking Heaven style, only one punch is delivered straight. It contains the warrior's indomitable momentum and my invincible belief.

Xing Zhen carefully discovered that after the Breaking Heaven Style was handed out, the boxing force did not stop immediately, but there was a more dangerous undercurrent. The boy gave a little money in his heart, and this boxing was the use of hidden power.

After the three moves were finished, Yuan Chungang asked seriously: "What do you think?"

Xing Zhen blurted out without thinking: "The three styles of hard work, superposition, and use of hidden power. Only advance, not retreat, and no fear are the boxing intentions of the three styles."

Yuan Chungang heard that he said three good things in a row, then smiled slightly: "Since you understand so thoroughly, how about you and I compete?"

Xing Zhen was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly and said, "The Master Yuan laughed. My realm is too low to meet your requirements."

Xing Zhen recognized the facts and agreed without rashly. However, Yuan Chungang was not grateful and was eager to try with boxing.

Seeing Xing Zhen retreating repeatedly, Yuan Chungang patiently persuaded: "Don't worry, I will suppress the realm. Ensure a fair battle between you and me."

Without waiting for Xing Zhen to object, the farmer suddenly punched and shouted in a deep voice: "Come on, open the mountain."

The speed of the farmer is too fast, and the real vision of the punishment is unavoidable. I learn and use it to fight back with a mountain style, and then I regret it.

After a blow, the hand bone broke immediately, let alone the broken string kite flew across the wall. With a bang, Xing slammed heavily on the wall of the bamboo building. Xing was really confused and kept complaining in his heart that he could not live this life.

Ordinary bamboo houses will inevitably collapse under this blow. The bamboo house in front of him is where Yuan Chungang lives, so naturally it will not be ordinary. The farmer will not destroy his residence in order to teach Xing Zhen.

Xing Zhen stood up with difficulty, and before his body could stand firm, a figure suddenly approached, his fist hit his eyebrows, and another sound of a crackling bone break.

Next, Xing Zhen couldn't do it himself. The constant crackling sounds were like a soul-boosting song, which stimulated the boy's heart one after another.

Xing Zhen, who was dying, actually heard the farmer's sarcastic saying: "The second level of paper is not worthy of being the inner disciple of my casting sect."

Then without saying anything, the fist as big as a sandbag was as dense as raindrops. It smashed it inch by inch from head to toe, leaving Xing Zhen a complete bone.

The young man knew that he could not escape the disaster, so he sweared before he was dying: "Fuck you, mom."

The result was that Yuan Chungang's fist became even more ruthless.

Zhao Huan, a boy in red who was standing outside the room, could only hear the pinging in the room. He couldn't help but feel secretly happy. The sect leader personally taught Brother Xing Zhen's martial arts. No one envied this kind of honor.

The voice finally stopped, and Yuan Chungang's instructions came: "Come in."

The moment the boy in red stepped into the door, tears instantly flowed out. This is not a martial arts practice, it is obviously a murder.

At this time, Zheng Zhen was sluggishly on the ground, and had lost consciousness and was unconscious.

Yuan Chungang waved his hand: "Drag it out and throw it into the outline where the medicine is prepared."

Seeing the little boy in red hesitating, Yuan Chungang threatened, "Why don't you think about anything quickly? Could it be that you want to try it too?"

"No" the boy in red exclaimed, and quickly carried Xing Zhen. Speaking of which, this little guy suffered from the torture of ice and fire, and forged and raised his strength. He still had the strength, and he went downstairs very quickly to resist Xing Zhen.

I have already received news that the large tank of medicine contains rare treasures such as Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and Monkey Brew. Even without Yuan Chungang's instructions, I would have soaked Xing Zhen into it myself.

This time the dose of medicine was even larger, and there were more precious medicinal herbs added. In just three days, Xing Zhen was cured.

After waking up, the boy was surprised to find that the meridians in his body were widened by three or four more than before entering the bamboo building. What was even more surprising was that the soul, which had not progressed for a long time, was also solidified a little at this time.

Xing Zhen finally figured it out that the sect leader was intentionally beating Ao himself. He couldn't help but feel a little grateful to the farmer, but looking at the bamboo building, he shuddered.

After this torture, even though I had just learned three boxing styles, I couldn't afford the desire to continue practicing. After climbing out of the big tank, the first thing I thought of was to have a good sleep. Due to the medicine, there was no feeling of hunger.

When he returned to his room, he fell asleep. Even after Zhao Huan found that Xing Zhen was gone, his constant shouting did not wake up Xing Zhen who was sleeping soundly.

The sweet sleep was till dawn, and Xing Zhen, who opened his eyes in the early morning, seemed to be a different life. The first time I discovered that sleeping was also a very wonderful thing.

Xing Zhen is not lazy and still insists on the habit of getting up early every day to practice boxing. Since Zhao Huan came to the Jian Sect to practice martial arts, he naturally did not forget to call this little guy.

Perhaps it was intentional to make arrangements that Xing Zhen and Zhao Huan's house were close to the bamboo building. One big and one small were about to set off when they suddenly found a barefoot farmer standing on the corridor of the bamboo building.

Waiting for them, he waved his hand and said casually: "Come up."

Xing Zhen and Zhao Huan were in tears, so they didn't expect to escape. Now they knew that Yuan Chungang had no malice, so they naturally would not think about fighting to the death. They could only bite the bullet and climb to the second floor.

After going upstairs, I found that the farmer had carefully prepared a sumptuous breakfast. Yuan Chungang pointed to the table and signaled: "Eat first and talk about it."

Eating is better than being beaten, Xing Zhen and Zhao Huan are having a good time. They are not pretentious and gather around the table without saying a word. No matter what happens to him next, eat your fill first.

Yuan Chungang also sat down and ate with them, took a big white steamed bun and asked, "How is Xing Zhen feeling? Can you bear this pain?"

Xing Zhen complained in his heart that he had already been beaten up or not. If he asked before he started, he would be a little sincere.

Random answer: "It's OK."

Yuan Chungang smiled and said, "Of course it's okay. Do you think Liu Shun always beat you up for nothing? Remember this kindness, and you will have to pay back if you have the chance in the future."

This time, Xing Zhen and Zhao Huan wanted to swear at the same time. The first time I heard that they were beaten up, I would be grateful to the person who beat him.

But if you think about it carefully, Yuan Chungang's words are not without reason. Without the pig head action every morning and evening, it is difficult to withstand the destruction of this farmer, and the meridians will not be widened again.

Xing Zhen nodded reluctantly and swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "I heard from Zhao Huan that in the medicine liquid in the big jar, in addition to the thousand-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum and the monkey peach brew, there are other priceless herbs. I don't know how much it costs, but it's probably an astronomical figure."

"Please forgive me, the disciple is now penniless and has no ability to repay."

"Hahaha, I didn't think about taking it for nothing. This kind of mind is really good." Yuan Chungang laughed and suddenly asked, "Are you willing to arrange a task to offset the herbs you were wasted?"

"Not only is it to offset the money spent on the grass consumed, I will also give you some Dragon Word money. Let you repair the inner armor, the ragged thing is no longer usable now, right?"

Xing Zhen felt suspicious in his heart. He had to face danger if he needed to repair the inner armor. In addition, the methods of this sect leader and the tasks he assigned were of great danger.

On the other hand, the priceless herbs will definitely not be a simple task that can be offset. Xing really wants to complete the task, but he is worried that he is not strong enough, so he dare not agree at once.

He asked tentatively: "Can I finish it?"

"Nonsense, can you die if you can't finish it? Wouldn't my herbs be wasted? Farmers won't do such a loss-making business?" Yuan Chungang put down his chopsticks and blurted out.

Xing Zhen was relieved, it was indeed the case. After letting go of the doubts in his heart, he did not hesitate and immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll accept it."

Then he giggled: "Can you tell me what the task is in advance?"

"Send the sword." Yuan Chungang told him directly without any concealment, and then added.

"It's not now. If you go now, it's really equivalent to dying. After I practiced it almost the same, I will naturally let you go."

"Don't ask where to send swords to you and how many swords to you. You will naturally know when you fall down, and I believe you will be happy to go."

Yuan Chungang said with a smile, but Xing Zhen couldn't laugh. Looking at the sincere smile on the man's face, he always felt a chill on his back. It was nothing more than being able to go around and around. The so-called Ao Lian is to be beaten.

Sure enough, just after he had eaten his fill, Yuan Chungang ordered: "Zhao Huan packed up the table and brought it outside without having to come in. Just wait outside the door."
Chapter completed!