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335.
Yang Chen¡¯s expression was blank. Does this mean he has gained strength again?
If you gain another 15 pounds, you will be a martial artist!
I went back to fight today. Anyway, there is a stone pool that can restore my body at any time.
Um!
From now on, I will practice at home at night and sleep in the classroom during the day!
Yang Chen rushed out of the school gate in a hurry, took a taxi, and returned home more than 20 minutes later. Without a moment's delay, he entered Fangcun Mountain, rushed into the stone chamber, and began to forge iron.
During this day and night, Yang Chen shuttled between the blacksmith's room and the stone pool in the valley. After every thousand hammer blows, he would go to the stone pool to soak for a quarter of an hour, and then come back and continue beating.
After going back and forth eight times, Yang Chen finally did not need the Tadpole Man to control himself, and was able to complete a thousand hammer blows without any deviation, and he could still stand and walk, and still retained about 10% of his strength in his body.
"I wonder what my power will be now?"
With a thought in his mind, Yang Chen came out of Fangcun Mountain and walked towards the practice room. It was when Yang Chen was six years old that his parents set aside a room and prepared various martial arts training equipment for him.
This room is very large, five meters wide and eleven meters long. It was Yang Chen's parents who opened the wall and combined the two rooms together.
There are mirrors on the four walls, and treadmills, barbells, dumbbells, agility testers, speed testers, etc. are placed on the ground.
Yang Chen touched the dynamometer, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
He has not practiced martial arts for a year. He started practicing martial arts when he was six years old and has been practicing for nine years until he is fifteen years old. If he does not count the breakthrough after forging iron, he is only a second-level martial arts disciple. Last year, he gave up martial arts and concentrated on studying cultural classes. He had a fierce drive in his heart and wanted to be admitted to a prestigious school, so his cultural classes were the best in the entire school year, ranking first.
Now I can practice martial arts again!
The sadness in his eyes disappeared little by little, and firmness gradually appeared, and his eyes were starry.
Standing in front of the dynamometer, he took a deep breath and punched out suddenly.
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound, and the numbers on the dynamometer screen flipped rapidly.
358.
"ha!"
Yang Chen jumped up on the spot and waved his fist fiercely in the air.
The fourth floor of martial arts.
In just two days, he jumped from the second level of martial arts to the fourth level of martial arts.
"I'm alive!"
Yang Chen's eyes shed tears. Last year, he decided to give up martial arts and concentrate on cultural classes. Although he relied on his fierce energy to become the first in the cultural class throughout the school year. But there was no joy at all in his heart. Every time he dreamed, it was an unwilling dream, and his whole heart felt as if he was dead.
"I'm alive!"
Yang Chen suddenly raised his head and roared at the top of his lungs.
The faces of the classmates that range from concern to indifference to ridicule, the distress in the eyes of parents mixed with regret and loneliness, the serious and emotionless gaze of grandpa, uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts, and cousins Cousin, cousin, cousin
Faces circulated in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, and finally settled on a young and feminine face.
The face of Zheng Tong, the eldest son of the Zheng family.
"He should be a martial artist already, right? The family's resources are all tilted towards him. He is the pride of the Zheng family and the hope for the future! He is the old enemy of the Yang family and the black hand who overthrew the Yang family!
and I? "
Yang Chen lowered his head, slowly raised his hands, and then slowly clenched them! Then he sat on the chair and resolutely entered Fangcun Mountain.
After soaking in the stone pool for a quarter of an hour, Yang Chen returned to the stone room again. After taking a look at the tadpole writing on the wall, the tadpole writing began to flow. After retracting his gaze, he picked up the one hundred kilogram hammer, came to the wall and put it down. He stood in front of the penultimate hammer, held the hammer handle with one hand and lifted the hammer with force.
"Two hundred kilograms! It seems that each hammer weighs a hundred kilograms!"
Now Yang Chen is a fourth-level martial arts disciple with a strength of 358 kilograms, and it is not difficult to lift a 200 kilogram hammer. However, he knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to swing the 200-pound hammer a thousand times with his own strength. Moreover, each hammer must be stabilized at a force of 200 catties to 358 catties, and there must be no deviation in the trajectory. At least not now, he still needs that tadpole man to help him and squeeze his potential.
"when¡¡±
Yang Chen began to forge, sparks flying, reflecting Yang Chen's face becoming more resolute, his eyes becoming more determined, the muscles, bones, and organs of the body are all mobilizing, moving in a rhythm, every time Every time you move, you gain a little strength. Every time he moves, his muscles, bones, and organs will become stronger.
"Dangdangdang"
Four hundred and sixty-eight.
Four hundred and sixty-nine.
Four hundred and seven.
"Om"
That tadpole man turned into thousands of tadpoles, rushed toward Yang Chen, took over Yang Chen's body, and continued to forge. In an instant, the power of each hammer became stable, and the trajectory of the hammer was exactly the same.
Yang Chen could feel that his potential was being tapped out bit by bit, and the impurities in his body were being expelled bit by bit. Yang Chen excretes a lot of impurities every time. He doesn't know whether it's because he has more impurities in his body, or because the iron-forging and quenching method removes the impurities from his body more thoroughly.
"It should be both!" Yang Chen thought to himself: "There are more impurities in my body than others, which is why in the nine years of cultivation, I am only a two-level martial disciple. It is also the more advanced iron-forging and body-tempering method that will Only when the impurities are discharged more thoroughly can I discharge so many impurities from my body in such a short period of time, allowing myself to break through two levels."
The martial arts apprentice stage is a body tempering stage. Just like when making a weapon, you first need to strike the iron and knock out the impurities in the metal. It does not involve absorbing spiritual energy, cultivating luck and other high-level things. Therefore, although the spiritual energy in Fangcun Mountain is extremely rich now, probably ten times that of the outside world, for Yang Chen, just breathing more comfortably is of no use.
"when¡¡"
When the first thousand hammers were struck and the tadpoles were separated from the body, Yang Chen could no longer hold on to the 200-pound forging hammer. It fell to the ground with a clang, and he also sat down on the ground. There was a big puddle on the ground. The water stains on his body were all sweat from his body.
"Hoo hoo hoo"
Yang Chen took a few deep breaths, endured the stinging pain all over his body, gritted his teeth, climbed up from the ground, and walked towards the stone pool with unsteady steps.
More than a quarter of an hour later, Yang Chen stood in the blacksmithing room lively again and started hammering.
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Morning.
The streets became noisy, with people going to work and school each heading towards their destinations.
Yang Chen got out of the taxi and let out a long yawn. He felt like he couldn't even lift his eyelids, and they were fighting. Yesterday, he worked continuously for a whole day and night. Even with the replenishment of the medicine in the stone pool, which made him tireless, his spirit was too tired to bear.
"Squeak"
A car stopped next to him, startling the sleepy Yang Chen.
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The second update is here. The warrior has reached the fourth level. Are your comrades still satisfied?
Where are the tickets?
Have you collected it?
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