In the next few days, Zhou Xuan practiced diligently with Junbao. He practiced while eating, sleeping, and washing clothes.

"Shaolin punches are straight in line, and the punches are tangible, and the punches are invisible. Move like the wind and stand like needles are the basic tips of this sect. The horse stance must be steady and the punches are fierce. If you want to reach the highest level, you must first train your body as steel as iron."

Zhou Xuan has actually practiced these basics quite solidly. However, the time for practicing is a bit short, so he doesn’t care much about accompanying Junbao to practice again.

During the meal, the two of them sat upright on horseback and raised their legs to eat, and they would occasionally rush under their feet. When they were going back and forth, the table was almost overturned. Fortunately, Zhou Xuan stopped it in time, otherwise everyone would not eat.

When they sleep, they will also practice in an upside-down position with their heads on their heads. Usually, they will practice for about two hours, and then they will fall down automatically.

Zhou Xuan has gradually gotten used to it and is exercising his magic power while doing things. After these days of hard work, this has gradually become a subconscious behavior. He can already do it for twelve hours of the day and keep running the magic tricks. However, his efficiency is still worse than being in seclusion and practice, but he is better at practicing at all times.

He now has two wisps of magic power and his aura is getting deeper and deeper.

Today it was Zhou Xuan and Junbao's turn to wash clothes, but Junbao used the clothes to practice arm strength. His arms were bulging, and he tightly held the clothes and twisted water.

Zhou Xuan picked up the clothes in his hand and twisted them gently. The water dripping out seemed to be raining. He threw the clothes casually behind him and landed them steadily on the hanger. He looked at Jun Bao's hard work and smiled and persuaded.

"Junbao, don't just use brute force to wash clothes, otherwise the clothes will be torn. You must be strong and soft, like me."

He picked up a piece of clothing and twisted it gently with his hands. The clothes were 70% dry, and there was no damage. His head would not be thrown back, and the clothes fell on the hanger.

Seeing this, Junbao was slightly stunned, and Ning nodded in response.

"knew."

In the past two days, he found that Zhou Xuan's martial arts realm seemed to have made great progress. Although he did not have any idea of ​​comparing, he did not want to lose too much to Zhou Xuan, so he has been very diligent in practicing martial arts recently. Of course, Zhou Xuan also likes to see it happening, and he will give advice from time to time. After all, everyone is an "old acquaintance".

In fact, this is still a manifestation of Zhou Xuan's conscience, otherwise he would probably be the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Although "Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng" is a martial arts action movie, its general martial arts value is not too high. There is Qigong mental method here, but there is no so-called internal force. Therefore, compared with those martial arts worlds with internal force, it is naturally much worse.

It is precisely because Zhou Xuan is stronger than Jun Bao and he is giving him guidance everywhere. Therefore, the other brothers did not suffer, otherwise they would have been "spreading" long ago.

Two more days later, everyone was preparing for dinner in the canteen.

Zhou Xuan carried a teapot weighing dozens of kilograms and poured tea for all the brothers.

"Come on, have tea."

It happened to be his turn and Junbao's turn today, and they were responsible for serving the rice, vegetables and water.

Someone saw Zhou Xuan holding a teapot that was more than half a meter high and still looked as usual, and couldn't help but praise him.

"Wow, Tianbao, your pot lifting skills are so amazing."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"If you have too much award, your iron-tou skill is not bad. As long as you practice diligently, you will always be good at one or two martial arts. Come on, drink tea."

The monk sitting in front of the dining table pulled down his eyes and looked at Zhou Xuan coldly. There was a big black mole on the left side of his nose. He was a disciple of the Luohan Hall. His name was Xinbao, and he was the eldest brother of everyone. He bullied the two brothers Junbao since he was a child, and he didn't like them when he grew up.

At this time, Jun Bao also came over with a plate of rice, and nearly ten bowls of rice were placed on the plate. He held the rice and shouted to everyone with a smile.

"The meal is coming."

Zhou Xuan has gradually gotten used to it and is exercising his magic power while doing things. After these days of hard work, this has gradually become a subconscious behavior. He can already do it for twelve hours of the day and keep running the magic tricks. However, his efficiency is still worse than being in seclusion and practice, but he is better at practicing at all times.

He now has two wisps of magic power and his aura is getting deeper and deeper.

Today it was Zhou Xuan and Junbao's turn to wash clothes, but Junbao used the clothes to practice arm strength. His arms were bulging, and he tightly held the clothes and twisted water.

Zhou Xuan picked up the clothes in his hand and twisted them gently. The water dripping out seemed to be raining. He threw the clothes casually behind him and landed them steadily on the hanger. He looked at Jun Bao's hard work and smiled and persuaded.

"Junbao, don't just use brute force to wash clothes, otherwise the clothes will be torn. You must be strong and soft, like me."

He picked up a piece of clothing and twisted it gently with his hands. The clothes were 70% dry, and there was no damage. His head would not be thrown back, and the clothes fell on the hanger.

Seeing this, Junbao was slightly stunned, and Ning nodded in response.

"knew."

In the past two days, he found that Zhou Xuan's martial arts realm seemed to have made great progress. Although he did not have any idea of ​​comparing, he did not want to lose too much to Zhou Xuan, so he has been very diligent in practicing martial arts recently. Of course, Zhou Xuan also likes to see it happening, and he will give advice from time to time. After all, everyone is an "old acquaintance".

In fact, this is still a manifestation of Zhou Xuan's conscience, otherwise he would probably be the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Although "Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng" is a martial arts action movie, its general martial arts value is not too high. There is Qigong mental method here, but there is no so-called internal force. Therefore, compared with those martial arts worlds with internal force, it is naturally much worse.

It is precisely because Zhou Xuan is stronger than Jun Bao and he is giving him guidance everywhere. Therefore, the other brothers did not suffer, otherwise they would have been "spreading" long ago.

Two more days later, everyone was preparing for dinner in the canteen.

Zhou Xuan carried a teapot weighing dozens of kilograms and poured tea for all the brothers.

"Come on, have tea."

It happened to be his turn and Junbao's turn today, and they were responsible for serving the rice, vegetables and water.

Someone saw Zhou Xuan holding a teapot that was more than half a meter high and still looked as usual, and couldn't help but praise him.

"Wow, Tianbao, your pot lifting skills are so amazing."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"If you have too much award, your iron-tou skill is not bad. As long as you practice diligently, you will always be good at one or two martial arts. Come on, drink tea."

The monk sitting in front of the dining table pulled down his eyes and looked at Zhou Xuan coldly. There was a big black mole on the left side of his nose. He was a disciple of the Luohan Hall. His name was Xinbao, and he was the eldest brother of everyone. He bullied the two brothers Junbao since he was a child, and he didn't like them when he grew up.

At this time, Jun Bao also came over with a plate of rice, and nearly ten bowls of rice were placed on the plate. He held the rice and shouted to everyone with a smile.

"The meal is coming."
Chapter completed!