40,000 Years of Cultivation

The people of the Xingyao Federation are martial arts, and the cultivators with superior combat power enjoy the supreme status, and all citizens of the Federation have the greatest honor to embark on the road of cultivation.

Even if you can't become a cultivator, you still like to work hard, sharpen your muscles and bones, sculpt your body shape, and maintain the habit of practicing for life.

Therefore, fitness clubs, training halls, and martial arts schools can be found everywhere in the streets and alleys. The people who practice here are not necessarily vicious martial arts masters, most of which are law-abiding and law-abiding students and office workers.

When Li Yao saw the sign of "Military Way Killing Wolf Training Hall", he felt more confident.

He knows that most of the bosses in such places are enthusiastic cultivators. They refine "counterfeit strengthening potions", mostly for themselves and the members of the training hall. Making money is not the primary purpose, so they often do not hesitate the cost, and the quality is guaranteed to a certain extent. .

Touching the spider pattern on his face, Li Yao wandered in.

The facade of the training hall is small, but there is a cave inside. In the strength training room of about three to four hundred square meters, a dozen muscular and sweaty brawny men are smashing barbells, steel cables and iron plates. There was a noise, and there was a big man in the corner who was violently pounding a sandbag.

Li Yao swept around and found that the weight of these big guys is not too high, and their faces are more down-to-earth and kind, and they don't feel fierce. They seem to be ordinary office workers. They can't help but breathe a sigh of relief and feel more relieved.

He walked to the corner, ready to ask the brawny man who was punching a sandbag-this man looked the most familiar.

This brawny man happened to lunge close, slammed his back hand, made a heavy fist, blasted his entire body, and smashed the sandbag into the air, hitting Li Yao's face with a "pop" sound.

The strong man said "Ah" and said anxiously: "Are you okay?"

Li Yao shook his head, his nose was a bit sore, his nose twitched twice, and he shook his head and said, "It's okay, where is Director Zhao?"

…

Behind the strength training room, in a small tea room, a strong man sits on two military-green cushions, two tea mugs are placed between them, and there are bacon, roast chicken, peanuts, etc. ready meal.

The person on the left is about forty or fifty years old. His pitted bald head is tattooed with a wolf head tattoo with a military thorn. His left arm is cut off from the shoulder blade and replaced by a psychic prosthetic limb engraved with thousands of runes.

The person on the right is a young man who seems to be less than thirty years old. He is wearing a very low-key gray military trench coat. He has worn it for many years, and has been washed white and faded.

If Li Yao sees this person, he must be so excited to have a diabetes collapse—this young man is the idol in the hearts of all the students of Chixiao No. 2 Middle School, the upstart in the circle of Floating City cultivators, the foundation-building monk, and the demon sword Peng Hai!

At this moment, Peng Hai did not have the slightest breath of a powerful cultivator. He raised the tea cup and said to the bald tattooed man readily: "Old instructor, come, for the years of fierce fighting on the monster wasteland, one more drink! "

The tea jar is obviously the worst Erguotou. Peng Hai, a richly clothed and extravagant monk, seems to have seen the jade syrup and jade liquid. He drank it and slapped his tongue loudly: "Good wine, **** it. That's what a man should drink!"

The bald tattooed man used a psychic prosthesis. He grabbed the tea mug stiffly, and said with emotion: "Ahai, I know that you are affectionate and affectionate. Even if you become a foundation cultivator, you will never forget that we were together in those years. An old comrade who was born to death! But you have the intention to come to me for a drink every three to five. There is really no need to practice with me all the time-my place is an amateur level, the level is very low, you are a base-building cultivator, and you waste your time here. !"

Peng Hai smiled: "Old instructor, the friendship between us can't be explained clearly by simply'birth to death'. I think that back then, we would carry out'Black Blade Operation' together. If it weren't for you to stop me. At that moment, I would have died so long ago that I couldn’t die again. Where can I be a cultivator during the foundation-building period? And the old instructor, you..."

Sweeping his gaze to the left hand of the bald tattooed man, Peng Hai’s voice also carried a heavy touch, "But he lost his entire left arm, and even his heart was bombarded by 70%. From the 13th floor of the Qi refining stage, he fell back. The rank of ordinary martial artist has to leave the'wolf group'..."

The bald tattooed man waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "The road to comprehension is perilous, and you will die forever. Now that I embarked on this road of no return, I had already pinned my head on my trouser belt, ready to die at any time! I just lost one. What's your hand? If you don’t even see this point, and you repaired a bird in the past, wouldn’t it be safer to go home early and work as a white-collar worker to beg your wife? You don’t have to keep that matter in mind, let’s come out to cultivate. Yes, if you break your hands and feet or go back to my hometown to sell salted duck eggs, it depends on God’s happiness. It’s all fate! I am destined to break my hands. What does it have to do with you? Besides, if you don’t let me cultivate, then don’t do it, Lao Zi Holding a lot of "Veterans Disability Allowance" every month, drinking small wine, skewered on skewers, there is no shortage of **** on the bed every day, I don’t know how cool and happy it is! And the old man who is still in the army Comrades in arms, yes, there are many people who have become cultivators in the foundation-building period, and even have two great monks who have formed a pill. What about it? Maybe tomorrow it will become a puddle of **** and scum in the belly of the monster beast. Nothing is left! Thinking about it this way, I still make a profit, hahahaha!"

Peng Hai said happily: "I can afford it, let it go. It's the old instructor in my memory, a tough guy! But there is one thing, the old instructor is wrong. I come to you every day and I am not a waste of time. , But a very important practice."

The bald tattooed man widened his eyes: "Cultivation? What tricks can you practice in a broken place like me?"

Peng Hai smiled faintly, and explained: "My instant psionic power has reached the'high-level foundation stage', but it is very unstable. At the critical juncture of several battles, I accidentally fell back to the'mid-level foundation stage'. Almost killed my life—this is because my absolute strength has increased too fast, and my control of power is still not at home. If I want to truly stand firm in the'high-level foundation phase', or even hit the'peak of the foundation phase', this must be solved completely problem!"

The bald tattooed man pondered for a moment and nodded: "You are one of the youngest practitioners in the foundation-building period in the Federation. If you advance too quickly, it will indeed bring about unstable foundation problems. How are you going to solve it?"

Peng Hai smiled and said: "In order to control my own strength, every time I go to the old instructor's'Military Way Killing Wolf Training Hall', I will suppress my strength to 3% and only use 3% of my strength to carry out overload training!"

The bald tattooed man suddenly realized: "So you only played 3% of your strength? No wonder I can't feel the slightest breath of a cultivator from you."

Peng Hai nodded: "I have been at 3% for a month. In this way, when I let go of the restrictions and exert 100% strength, I feel that my explosive power has been greatly increased, and my control over psionic energy has also increased. Quite a lot! My goal is to eventually suppress my own strength to 1%, and be able to carry out overloaded training and confrontation. If it can be done, I will definitely be able to reach the peak of the base construction period!"

After a pause, I smiled regretfully, "Instability of spiritual power is my biggest weakness, I don't want others to know, so I can only practice with you, the old instructor-in Floating City, I only believe in two people. , The old instructor is one of them, but unfortunately your members here are too weak, none of them can withstand my 3% strength, three-minute attack! Just doing strength training, seems to be breathless."

The bald tattooed man glared at him: "My members are 800 decent office workers, working-class people, and not professional warriors. Of course they are not enough for you to fight. Even if you only use 3% of your strength, it is pure torture! However, Don't say that the old instructor doesn't take care of you. I know you are looking for a good player to train with, so I specifically contacted a famous gold medal trainer in the circle, and I will be there soon."

When Peng Hai heard this, he became interested: "Oh? Isn't it amazing?"

A man with a bald head tattoo: "I also introduced it through a friend, and I haven't seen it, but this man has been together in the underground ghost market for many years. He has worked as a professional sparring partner in several martial arts gymnasiums. It is said that he has a very strong fighting ability. The nickname is'Iron Turtle', it should be able to hold you for three minutes with 3% strength, right?"

The whole wall on the left side of the tea room is made of unidirectional transparent glass. Looking out from the inside, you can see the strength training room.

As the two talked, they happened to see Li Yao walking in and he was smashed in the face by the sandbag, but he looked as if nothing had happened.

"He's here, how about it, okay?" The bald tattooed man stood up.