It is undeniable that as long as a practitioner completes the foundation building, his physical fitness will be much stronger than ordinary people in all aspects.

Wang Yunlong's skills can only be considered average, but with his foundation and the skillful cooperation of Lin Bo and others, Xiao Nan finally played very easily in this game.

"Let's go together next time!" Fun Xiaonan came down from the field panting, and while taking the towel handed over by Jin Yanxiu, he waved to Wang Yunlong.

"Okay!" Wang Yunlong, who was also breathing heavily and sweating all over, waved his hand and responded with ease.

As a man, sometimes, he gets close to him naturally when he fights or plays a ball.

Looking at the imitation Xiaonan who was covered in sweat, steaming with a bright smile on his face, Jin Yanxiu's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and she smiled and said, "Looking at you sweating, hurry up and take a shower, don't catch a cold!"

"Well, I got it. I'll go back and wash and you'll wait for me until this time!" Fun Xiaonan said with a big mouthful of water.

Kim Yeon-soo's smile was as bright as usual: "No, it's okay for me to go back. I'm very happy to see you playing basketball! It's just right to go back now!"

The two of them drove into the car, as they used to, and left with a smile and waved their hands.

When I got home, it was completely dark. Xiaonan put the jar of the foundation-building medicine on the stove and fryed it, so he went upstairs to take a shower.

With the slight sound of water upstairs, the young man who had an ordinary face and a sword who appeared near the stadium not long ago quietly climbed up to the balcony on the second floor of the villa in the night and entered the building through a window.

Listening to the faint sound of water from the master bedroom, the young man looked around, suddenly sniffed gently and then walked downstairs quickly.

When I walked to the kitchen, I looked at the foundation-building soup medicine jar on the stove. After my eyes lit up slightly, I went up and smelled the medicine in the medicine jar.

After smelling the smell of the soup in the medicine jar, a hint of mockery flashed in the young man's eyes, and then he quietly slipped out of the house from the same road.

A few minutes later, Fun Xiaonan came out of the room wearing a bathrobe and wiped his head with a towel, and then walked downstairs.

When I walked to the kitchen, I saw that the soup in the jar was almost done. As usual, I took out a wooden box from the small kitchen cabinet, took out a century-old ginseng from it, cut it off with a knife, then cut it into slices and threw it into the soup pot, and continued to fry it.

The young man just now had already walked down the mountain and said to the phone while walking, "Uncle San, I have confirmed that this kid has some basic foundation, but there is nothing special. He is still taking the most basic foundation-building soup. I guess he is probably looking for something left by Aunt Yin at that time!"

"Basic building soup?" An old voice came from over there, and he said suspiciously.

"Yes, it's the most basic foundation-building soup. I have confirmed that the old ginseng used in it is the type that is no more than ten years old! I guess this guy has just completed the foundation-building. Otherwise, such a decoction would not have much effect at all!"

The young man said confidently: "I have confirmed that this kid does not have any innate aura. Cui Zhengfeng's death is indeed dead in Dongyuan, but it cannot have anything to do with him. Otherwise, with Cui Zhengfeng's strength, even without the use of poison, one finger is enough to crush him to death!"

Listening to the young man's words, the old voice pondered for a moment, and then continued to say, "Don't be careless, confirm it carefully."

"Uncle San, why don't I just do him, anyway, I don't know anything!" The young man said impatiently.

The old voice over there smiled: "Haha, I don't object, but you have to be prepared. If you let Aunt Yin know about this one day and kill you with one sword, don't blame the third uncle for not reminding you!"

Listening to the third uncle's words, the young man's face froze slightly, as if he had remembered something, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly smiled: "Just kidding, third uncle, don't worry, I will confirm it carefully again!"

"Haha, it's better if you break it, just don't do it yourself!" The third uncle over there said in a low voice: "Zhiming, let's do it yourself. This imitator boy, if he is an ordinary person, it will be fine. But since he has embarked on this path, his family will not allow him!"

"If he dies, the head of the family should be very happy!"

A gray-haired old man thousands of miles away gently hung up the phone in his hand, and a cold look flashed through his eagle eyes.

"Haha, the third uncle is the reminder, but how to do it is your own business! If you do it well, the head of the family will naturally be stingy. But if it is done badly, no less than a hundred people have died under the sword of your aunt Yin in the past ten years!"

After Lin Zhiming hung up the phone, his eyes narrowed slightly, but a sneer flashed through: "Old guy, this imitation Xiaonan is dead, so you are naturally the most at ease!"

"However, I am just a side department at home. This good cultivation resource is not my turn. If I want to enter the Vajra realm as soon as possible in the future, I have to consider this matter!"

Lin Zhiming frowned and as he walked, his eyes floated. Suddenly, his eyes lit up slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "We are in danger of wealth and honor. As long as we get this matter done, the head of the family will naturally be rewarded! As long as this kid has not entered the innate realm, it is not difficult to kill him. Besides, I am afraid that it has not yet entered the condensed energy. This is even simpler, just to plan for a good life!"

After boiling the foundation-building soup in the kitchen for more than ten minutes, a strong fragrance finally emanated. Xiao Nan poured out the soup and medicine. After it cooled down, it drank it in one mouthful. Then he walked back upstairs, went to the gym, and continued to work the body-building fist.

“Huhu”

The fist of Xiaonan was slowly and steadily. As he was shot out one by one, his breath gradually became heavy.

During this boxing movement, the innate energy in the body surged, slowly following the vaguely formed cycle.

However, although these innate energy are quite abundant and cannot keep surging under the movement of the fist, they are still at the top of the cycle, and they are not completely incompatible.

As the boxing became slower and heavier, Fun Xiaonan's breathing became heavier, and the sweat all over his body could not overflow, but the cycle was still less than the last trace of connection.

Feeling the slightest gap, although she was exhausted, Fun Xiaonan still reluctantly gritted her teeth and continued to punch.

But as the medicinal power in the body gradually dissipated, Fun Xiaonan felt more and more tired all over. After the last punch, he finally collapsed to the ground exhausted.

"Huff"

Fon Xiaonan lay on the ground and breathed in big mouthfuls, with a little helplessness in his eyes, but he was not disappointed with this innate level. If it was so easy to cross, then so many people would not be stuck at the bottleneck of this level for the rest of their lives.

And if you have Mr. Huang’s accumulation and experience, this bottleneck theory is unlikely to exist at all, it is just that the innate energy you have accumulated is not enough.

As long as the accumulated innate energy is enough, you will naturally be able to cross this state.

Two more days passed in a flash, and it seemed that the innate cycle in the body in the past two days had already begun to show signs of loosening. This breakthrough should have been made in the past two days, and Fun Xiaonan became more and more diligent in practicing.

After class that day, I had supper with Kim Yeon-soo. When I drove home in the car, it was already dark.

As the car drove into the garden, the lights in the front of the car swept across the gate, and a figure wearing a grimace mask was standing there.

Fun Xiaonan frowned slightly, stopped and walked slowly, looking at the man, a hint of alertness popped up in his heart.

"You're imitating Xiaonan?"

The ghost-faced man over there said in a deep voice.

"I'm right here, I wonder what you need?" Fun Xiaonan took a light breath and said.

The ghost-faced man snorted: "I heard that Dongyuan recently produced a young hero. Even Cui Zhengfeng died here. I was a little curious about when Dongyuan produced such a young hero. I want to come and take a look!"

"I didn't expect that it was you, the yellow-haired boy who was still stinky! It seems that this rumor is really unbelievable!"

Fun Xiaonan smiled indifferently and said, "This rumor is unbelievable. If my strength can surpass Cui Zhengfeng, then you are afraid that you will not dare to stand in front of me!"

"Hehe, I'm not old, but I'm not very young!"

The ghost-faced man snorted coldly and said, "Since I'm here, I'll try your skills. If you don't teach you a lesson, you really don't know how high the world is!"

As soon as he said this, the ghost-faced man waved his hand and slashed at Xiaonan.

As the ghost-faced man slashed out with his palm, the wind suddenly sounded two or three meters away, and a sharp wind rushed towards Xiaonandao's chest.

"The Qi moves outside! It's indeed the innate realm!" Fun Xiaonan narrowed his eyes slightly, and he gently turned his body to the side. He avoided the attack, his fists tightened slightly, and leaned forward and rushed towards the ghost-faced man over there.

Seeing Fun Xiaonan crossing a distance of two meters in one step, he suddenly punched the ghost-faced man in his chest and smiled coldly. He rubbed his hands and hit Fun Xiaonan's punch.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the fists and palms hit each other, and Xiao Nan flew backwards four or five meters in response. After landing, he still retreated four or five steps on the ground before he could barely stand firm.

"Haha, it's really just a silver-like wax-headed gun, which made me come here specifically!" The ghost-faced man snorted with disdain on his face.

"Is it amazing innate?" Hearing this, Fun Xiaonan's eyes surged, and he seemed to be roaring unwillingly. He raised his hand and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand. He paused his feet and rushed towards the ghost-faced man again.

"Haha, look for death!"

The ghost-faced man sneered, raised his hand and clenched his fists, took a deep breath, yelled, and punched him at Xiaonan.

I saw this punch, and the wind around was moved with the clouds, and the wind and thunder were hidden, and rushed towards Xiaonan, who was rushing towards him with a thunderous force.

"really!"

Looking at the punch that was hidden with wind and thunder, but there was a hint of room for vagueness, a faint clear look in Xiaonan's eyes flashed away, and he shouted angrily, and the dagger suddenly hit the fist.

Tiannan’s birthday today, I’m too busy, so I’ll update it for the time being!

To be continued.
Chapter completed!