Not far from Huiying Middle School, there is a barren mountain, and there is a bamboo forest on the side of the mountain. Chen Yaodong stood there motionlessly on a clearing in the bamboo forest.

His eyes were closed, and as he breathed, his chest and abdomen kept rising and falling, with an exaggerated amplitude.

Gradually, a faint light golden color appeared on the skin on his face.

Gu

A strange sound came from his body, and the light golden color on his skin became more obvious.

call

A few seconds later, he exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and the light golden color on his skin disappeared. He opened his eyes and looked a little happy, "It's really not easy to practice it. It took me six days."

It took only three days to practice Jingzhe Gong. This Nine Death Golden Body Kung Fu is obviously more difficult to practice than Jingzhe Gong.

"Try it first."

He walked to a bamboo as thick as an arm, adjusted his breathing, and started to move his inner breath. Two seconds later, a light golden color appeared on his skin again.

Then, he punched the bamboo, and with a click, his fist passed through. The bamboo burst, and the tiny bamboo thorns broke apart, clamping his arm tightly in the middle.

He pulled out his hand with force, and saw tiny white marks on his arm, but his skin was not broken, which was cut out by the forked bamboo thorns.

"It really doesn't hurt at all."

He was very satisfied. As the secret book said, after the exercise, in addition to increasing defense, he could also block the pain.

This function may be a bit useless to others, but it is extremely important to them.

“This is really the best birthday gift.”

He happily carried his schoolbag, picked up the bag, and ended today's practice in advance.

Today is his birthday, and he plans to find a better restaurant, have a good meal, and celebrate it.

…………

More than ten minutes later, Chen Yaodong returned home and opened the door. He saw a large cardboard box on the table with a note sticking on it.

He walked over and saw that the note said, "Happy birthday, this is a gift." The handwriting on it was extremely neat, just like it was printed, but it looked very lively. It should have been written by Yun Ming.

Will she actually give me a gift?

Chen Yaodong was a little surprised. He opened the box and saw a set of clothes stacked inside. He took them out and shook them open. It was a black formal outfit.

I actually gave this.

He doesn't like to wear formal clothes. He used to wear casual clothes when he was at work. Only in certain specific occasions, it is mandatory to wear them before he can wear them.

However, it is quite a pleasure to receive the gift itself.

He touched the clothes and confirmed that there was nothing hidden inside, so he hung it on the balcony.

It is impossible to wash it, let it dissipate the smell. He doesn't like the smell of new clothes.

"Let's go back and ask her what day it is, and I'll send a gift back then." He wrote down the matter.

Then, Chen Yaodong returned to the room, couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone, board the game, and began to test the effect of the Nine-Death Golden Body Technique in the game.

First, he found a small monster. Before fighting, he had to use his skills first. After all, he had just mastered the first level of the Nine-Death Golden Body Technique and was not proficient. The process of using skills takes two to three seconds.

After using his skills, he controlled the character to attack monsters and deliberately got it.

"Not at all."

He was very satisfied with the effect of the experiment and killed the monster in just a few strokes.

"Very good. Once you have mastered the Nine Death Golden Body Technique, you can go and fight the boss."

At present, the disadvantages of using this technique to fight monsters are also very obvious. First, it takes time to use the power and cannot be activated at any time. However, when using the power, internal information is required.

With his current inner breath, it can last for about three minutes.

The boss must have a long blood bar, maybe there are skills such as blood recovery, and a bunch of small monsters, I don’t know how long it will take to fight.

Although his inner breath and anger value are the same, he can also recover instantly by drinking potions. However, he also needs to use other skills to fight monsters. It is impossible to use flat cuts all the time, right? This also consumes anger value.

His package is limited in weight, and the number of blue bottles and blood bottles he can carry is limited. Once he is used up, he can only go back to the city to buy it, and when he comes back, he has to start typing again.

Therefore, he must try his best to save some use of anger.

As for practicing qigong, there is no big trick, just one word, practice.

In this way, he started practicing while playing games. Anyway, he could use the blue bottle to restore his internal breath, and he could practice as he pleased.

It was not until dark that Chen Yaodong quit the game, took a shower, changed his clothes, and went out to find a more upscale restaurant to enjoy his birthday meal.

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At the same time, in the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall.

The owner of the museum was sitting on the rocking chair in the yard, holding a white porcelain wine bottle in his hand, gently shaking the chair, looking at the stars in the sky.

Not far away, the eldest brother was practicing boxing in a straightforward manner. He practiced the thirty-six styles of Zhenyue. After practicing it all, he only had twelve styles. After practicing it once, he started from scratch.

Dingling...

On the table beside it, the cell phone rang.

The eldest brother stopped what he was doing, walked over to look at his phone, and said, "Master, it was called by the fifth brother."

The owner of the museum still looked at the sky and said, "It should be Feng Jinpeng's incident, hurry up and take it."

"oh."

The eldest brother answered it, and soon his face became a little confused. He said to the phone, "Okay, fifth brother." Then he hung up the phone.

The owner asked, "Did you find out who killed me?"

The eldest brother scratched his head and said, "Fifth junior brother said that Feng Jinpeng and the others all died in the thirty-six style of Zhenyue."

"What?"

The rocking chair that was shaking stopped. The owner turned his head, looked at the eldest disciple in confusion, and asked, "You heard it right?"

"I heard it very clearly. The fifth junior brother said it twice." The eldest senior brother stretched out two fingers, "He said he saw the corpse with his own eyes and would send the picture in a while."

Dingdong.

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. He opened it and looked at it, saying, "I sent it here, well, it's really the 36th style of Zhenyue."

"I'll take a look."

The owner took his cell phone and saw that there was a corpse on it, and the injured part was extremely clear. He had been immersed in this boxing technique for decades, and at a glance it was indeed the thirty-six styles of Zhenyue.

"It shouldn't be." He was very confused. This boxing technique was a secret of his master's sect, so it was passed on to several disciples.

The eldest brother asked, "Can it be the third brother?"

"No, others are still in Nanchu."

"Then, could it be the fourth junior brother?"

When the owner heard him mention the fourth disciple, his face suddenly darkened and he said decisively, "It's impossible it's him."

"Who will it be? Only a few of us can do the 36th style of Zhenyue. My junior sister was in the martial arts hall at that time, so it was impossible for the fifth junior brother." The senior brother said this, "By the way, there is another person who can do the 36th style of Zhenyue."

"who?"

"My junior brother."

The owner looked at the stupid disciple and sighed, "He has only been practicing martial arts for a few days, how could he kill Feng Jinpeng? He wanted to have that kind of strength, and it would take at least one year to calculate based on Zhao Wuji's progress speed. Moreover, he may not have the opportunity of Zhao Wuji, it will definitely take longer."

"That's right." The eldest brother nodded, "Who did that?"
Chapter completed!