After entering the kitchen and checking, Yang Yi felt warm.

"Sister has taken great pains to do it. She has prepared medicinal materials for me that can be used in the practice technique."

In a corner of the kitchen, rows of various medicinal materials are piled up together, each with a name, and the usage, taboos, precautions, etc. of various medicinal materials are clearly written.

"You must not let my sister down."

Yang Yi immediately followed the secret method mentioned in the Practice of Power Practice to pick the medicinal materials and process them separately. Then he put them in a jar specially made of medicine, filled it with water, ignite it and started boiling.

Boiling medicine is a slow job, and it is impossible to be impatient. Yang Yi took advantage of this skill to practice stance in the yard.

He is still a senior student in the Martial Arts Academy and has not learned the internal skills of Qi cultivation. He cannot meditate and practice. He can only accumulate internal strength little by little through the existing mastery of stance, boxing, and shooting skills.

Three hours later, a strong aroma of medicine came from the kitchen, and Yang Yi knew that the heat was almost the same.

After extinguishing the fire and taking off the medicine jar, Yang Yi carefully poured the medicine liquid that was almost dried inside into the porcelain bowl that had been prepared long ago. It cooled for a while. Seeing the medicine liquid slowly turning into a paste, Yang Yi took off his clothes and carefully and evenly applied it to all parts of his body while the ointment was slightly hot.

Then, Yang Yi put on a single dress, rushed out of the courtyard in the night wind, and came to the martial arts performance venue of the martial arts academy.

He grabbed a large stone lock weighing 100 pounds on the side of the martial arts field, held his hands over his head, and ran along the wide martial arts field track like a galloping horse.

The method of weightlifting and running training is better than weightlifting and training in place. It not only can you evenly practice each piece of bone muscles, but also practice the coordination of the body. You can also use the rapid consumption of physical strength to squeeze the body's potential to the greatest extent possible.

After running for an hour, Yang Yi felt that his whole body was unbearable for heat. He knew that the medicinal power had been completely absorbed and began to spread in his muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and to stimulate the potential in the body and guide the innate essence.

Yang Yi threw down the stone lock, jumped to the center of the martial arts field, waved his fists, and practiced Xingyiquan.

A punch was blown out, and the strong wind whistled, and the muscles and bones were whistling together, and a crackling sound like fried beans broke out.

He practiced Xingyiquan over and over again, feeling endless energy in his body.

I don’t know how long it took, a faint cool breath suddenly burst out from a meridian at the tailbone, flowing upward along the meridians on the large vertebrae on the spine, and quickly rushing into the limbs and corpses and blending into the whole body.

Yang Yi was shocked and couldn't help but punch, and suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long roar.

The whistling sound lasted for a long time, and the sound spread for several miles.

Fortunately, the martial arts academy is on holiday now, and the martial arts performance venue is extremely spacious, otherwise this long roar would have woken up many people from their dreams.

Even so, Yang Yi's long roar was heard by an elder stationed in the Martial Arts Academy.

"The middle energy is thick and the dragon roars are endless. Not bad, not bad. This is a sign that the innate essence has been stimulated and the big dragon bone on the back has been refined to a small success. Could it be that a disciple of the Warrior Camp has broken through?"

In a room in the backyard a few miles away, an elder was awakened by the whistle. After sitting up, he stroked his beard and smiled.

...

"It's indeed successful! The Dazhu keel absorbed the innate essence and has been refined to a small success. Just boil the medicine and practice it a few more times to get close to the great success."

Yang Yi stopped and stood still, clenched his fists with both hands, and carefully sensed it, with a smile on his face.

It turns out that through Changshan Fist and Xingyi Fist training, his strength exceeded that of warriors of the same realm, reaching seven or eight hundred kilograms. Now that his bone refining has achieved a small success, his strength has doubled to more than 1,500 kilograms.

This is exactly what the famous generals in ancient times said that the power can carry a tripod. Now, he can kill a buffalo even without using his internal force with just one punch.

Yang Yi was afraid of the whistle just now, so he attracted the elders in the martial arts academy to take charge, so he quickly left the martial arts performance venue quietly.

...

In the next few days, Yang Yi continued to practice stud skills, basic gun technique, Changshan gun, Xingyiquan during the day, boiled medicine at night, applied all over his body, held hundreds of kilograms of big stone locks, ran into the martial arts field, and ran in the mountains outside the city or jumped in the frogs.

After three or four days in a row, all the medicinal materials in the kitchen had been used up. He completed the practice of the first part of the Strength Practice Art and carried out the ultimate tempering of the muscles, bones and bloodlines at a deeper level.

His physical strength has now reached a terrifying three thousand kilograms, even exceeding the average warrior at the seventh and eighth level of the body refining realm.

With the Lantern Festival approaching, Yang Yi was invited by his sister and brother-in-law to celebrate the festival again.

If it were normal, even if I had not returned home, during the holidays, I would definitely be able to meet my father Yang Xuanlin and my mother Yun Rouqing in Changshan City.

The city lord Zhao Yunfeng is the old boss of his father Yang Xuanlin. During festivals, his father naturally comes to visit his old boss and contact each other. Moreover, the two families are in-laws, so they are inevitably gathered.

My sister said that at the end of the year, something seemed to have happened in Changshan Town. As the ninth-rank Wudu Head of Changshan Town, my father had no choice but to take charge and must take charge of the solution.

My mother used to be a disciple of the sect in other prefectures. After getting to know her father, she came to Lingyun Mansion to settle down. During festivals, she also had to take time to return to her original sect to visit her elders.

After having Lantern Festival at my sister's house, my nephew clamored to go to Lingyin Mountain outside the West City to visit the temple fair.

The whole family was happy. Surrounded by a small team of guards, they left the city in a carriage and arrived at the foot of Lingyin Mountain several miles away in the west city.

Lingyin Temple Fair is very famous in Changshan area.

On the big square at the foot of the mountain, there are lanterns and various lanterns hanging on half of the cliff, which is very magnificent.

All kinds of small vendors were hawking incessantly, and the skilled people who were traveling around the world spitted fire and mist, which caused bursts of exclamations.

The clowns who play music and the Liyuan children who set up stages to perform, all kinds of wonderful performances attracted thunderous applause and cheers.

The nephew Zhao Xiaohu sat on Yang Yi's shoulder, holding two strings of candied haws in his hand, watching all kinds of strange performances, his eyes widened, constantly applauding, and having fun.

Zhao Huazhang was attracted by the riddles hanging on the mountain road, and the group followed him and walked up the mountain.

Although Yang Yi can also guess many riddles, he is not interested in it at all and does not participate.

When we arrived halfway up the mountain, everyone was a little tired from leaving and found a pavilion to rest.

After sitting for a few minutes, a masked black shadow suddenly rushed down the mountain road, and suddenly knocked a few spectators who were guessing riddles to the east and west, rolling down the mountain, causing a scream.

"Catch the thief!"

There were a burst of shouts coming from the mountain, and more than a dozen torches dragged the fire feathers and rushed down from the mountain.

In the fire, more than a dozen bald heads were glowing brightly, but Lingyin Temple was thieves. The monks in the temple chased down the mountain with torches and sticks with their eyebrows to catch the thief.

Seeing that the monk was about to catch up, there was a hint of panic in his cold eyes. He swept around and saw Zhao Huazhang and Yang Xiuyun resting in the pavilion, as well as Zhao Xiaohu who was hiding behind Yang Yi in fright.

The thief smiled grimly, and rushed into the pavilion with a long sword flashing with cold light. He slashed two guards with one knife, then waved his sword to Yang Yi, and at the same time reached out to capture Zhao Xiaohu behind Yang Yi.

Zhao Huazhang's face turned pale when he saw the thief trying to capture his son, and hissed loudly and rushed towards the thief with no chance.
Chapter completed!