The internal power of the Blood Eagle King is the marrow washing sutra, which is an extremely domineering internal power and mental method, so his kung fu also takes a strong path.

As soon as he used his move, the narrow cell suddenly turned into the sea like the storm coming. The bitter wind burst out from the iron fences of the cell, and it was like being scratched by iron claws. The iron fences made of fine iron were knocked out loud at this moment, leaving scratches, and the granite wall next to it was even more unbearable. In an instant, stone chips flew out, leaving gullies as big as fingers.

The internal strength of the Blood Eagle King is known for its strength, and the Eighteen Blood Eagle Styles are also a fierce move. When facing the enemy, it is as hard as steel as steel when facing the enemy, and it is hard to hurt ordinary swords.

Zhao Yuan's eyesight is already extraordinary, but at this moment the Eagle King in front of him has disappeared, leaving only one after another. As for his moves, he can't see clearly, and the rushing energy that hits people is definitely not good. He can only keep retreating and retreating again until he retreats to Xiaoyaozi's cell, and there is no way out.

"This is a master!"

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, although the Chinese martial arts association lost to fighting skills, if he fought with the Blood Eagle King, the master, that he would be destroyed every second to become a scumbag.

By the way, after you have finished learning, you will change your name and simply change your surname to Dongfang, called Dongfang Bubai? Just like the four slogans: Sunrise in the east, I am the only one who cannot defeat, literature and martial ethics will be established, and the world will be unified.

How powerful?

However, if you can’t see clearly, how can you learn it?

Xiaoyaozi also discovered Zhao Yuan's dilemma and said, "Eagle King, your teaching method is a bit wrong."

The King of Martial Eagle was playing the role and stopped immediately, stared at his eyes, and shouted: "Old Xiaoyao, we have agreed that you will teach you and I will teach me. When will you allow you to evaluate whether I taught you correctly?"

As soon as he stopped, the energy that had just filled the sky disappeared without a trace. Zhao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and a chill on his back.

Xiaoyaozi smiled and said, "I dare not evaluate you, Eagle King, but you used this move just now, which was almost the same as you and me when competing with you. I could only barely deal with it with all my strength. Do you think you just opened your meridians yesterday and can you see your moves clearly?"

The Blood Eagle King was stunned and said angrily: "That's him stupid."

It was obviously impossible for him to admit his mistakes, let alone in front of Xiaoyaozi.

Xiaoyaozi said, "Since he is stupid, then he can only teach him in a dull way. How about it? Why not let me come down?"

The Blood Eagle King said: "No, I said teach first, then teach first. Boy, come here, I'll be slower this time, you can see clearly!"

Zhao Yuan hurried forward and said respectfully: "The master's martial arts are unfathomable, and his disciple's qualifications are dull. Please slow down a little."

The Blood Eagle King raised his hand and made the starting move of the Eighteen Blood Eagle Style. The muscles on his face couldn't help but tremble. The Eighteen Blood Eagle Style is his unique skill of fame. All moves have become habitual movements, and they come at will when facing the enemy. They will not even think about the first moves, not to mention that the moves have countless changes in actual combat.

Now I have to make one move by myself, and I have to slowly change the eighteen Blood Eagle Styles. For the Blood Eagle King, who never likes to follow the rules, it is like a fatal pain. The root of this pain obviously comes from the little Jinyiwei next to the cell. In an instant, the Blood Eagle King wanted to grab him, then twist his neck, and end it all.

But when I thought of this, I was laughed at by Xiaoyaozi and ridiculed by the so-called white Taoist people. The arrogant Eagle King couldn't stand it. He thought to himself: "When one day I go out, I will chop this brat up with one move! Anyway, I didn't really accept him as my disciple!"

He comforted himself in his heart, took a deep breath, and said, "Boy, look at it! The first move, the eagle strikes the sky!"

Zhao Yuan, who was standing outside the prison gate, also made the same starting position as the Eagle King, but he didn't see any movement. He was strange and suddenly felt a biting chill on his body. While he was thinking about what was going on, he heard the Eagle King's voice, and he let go of his mind and started learning.

Xiaoyaozi in the cell opposite was relieved at this moment, and quietly put down the grass stem between his fingers. He immediately felt the murderous aura revealed by the Blood Eagle King. Fortunately, this murderous aura came and went quickly, so he did not attack, otherwise even he might not have guaranteed to save the Jinyiwei.

On this side, the Blood Eagle King stopped after teaching three moves, sat on the ground, and said, "Tell you three moves first, practice them for me before you can teach you. What are you doing while standing there? Start!"

Zhao Yuan quickly started practicing from scratch. As soon as he raised his hand, he felt his wrist hurt. Then he heard the Eagle King scold him: "Are you eagle claws? Are you not chicken claws?"

"I forgot this way just now? I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen you as stupid as stupid!"

"It's just a waste, come again!"

...

The Eagle King obviously found the place to vent his anger just now. As long as Zhao Yuan was wrong, he bounced his fingers and a strong wind rushed straight to the wrong place in Zhao Yuan's moves, and at the same time he did not forget to scold him a few words.

However, he was very cautious in his actions. The strong wind would not cause any damage when hitting Zhao Yuan, but just felt pain.

So in the teaching method of Eagle King, Zhao Yuan had suffered so many strokes all over his body in the morning. Finally, he remembered the three moves exactly at all. Of course, his whole body was hurt. He took a look at them quietly while he was giving them lunch. There were bruises everywhere, which was simply called "skinless".

"Only those who endure hardships will be the best!"

In my heart, Zhao Yuan could only comfort himself like this.

After lunch, I took a break for a while. Now it was Xiaoyaozi's turn to teach me. I called Zhao Yuan in front of me and asked, "Can you read?"

Zhao Yuan said: "I studied in a private school before and knew my words."

Xiaoyaozi nodded and said, "Do you know where the acupoints of the human body are?"

Zhao Yuan thought about it and shook his head. He didn't study traditional Chinese medicine before, so where did he go back to study acupoints?

Xiaoyaozi seemed to have already understood the chest and said, "Then you go find a medical book first and remember the acupoints all over the human body, I'm teaching you."

When the Blood Eagle King next to him heard this, he immediately said unhappy: "Old Xiaoyao, what are you? What I taught him is the Eighteen Blood Eagle Styles, but you asked him to read books and read literacy? Are you planning to let him become a doctor or a teacher after leaving the Jinyiwei?"

Xiaoyaozi smiled and said, "No, my unique skill is to pick a flower finger. I am known for tapping acupoints. If he learns the tricks but doesn't know where the acupoints are. What's the difference between learning and not learning? The Eagle King carefully teaches him the Eighteen Blood Eagle Styles. If I don't have my heart, I will not be able to compete with you and me. Wouldn't I be untrustworthy and shame to you, the Eagle King?"

In the words, he also praised the Blood Eagle King.

"You know your identity!"

The Blood Eagle King snorted and shouted, "Boy, since you can't find medical books now, don't be idle, just jump around the cell."

"Jump?"

Zhao Yuan was a little puzzled.

Xiaoyaozi did not object and said, "What the Eagle King said is very much. Although your meridians are opened, your body is still weak and needs to be exercised. You should practice too today and go find a book tonight."

After hearing what he said, Zhao Yuan squatted on the ground without hesitation and started jumping along the cell. He was very weak. This is better than anyone else. How can he be a hero without a healthy body? He doesn't want to be a young master of kidney deficiency.

After a while, the Blood Eagle King cursed again in the cell: "Drive so slowly? I haven't eaten, hurry up!"

"What are you going to take a break? I just jumped a few times? Then jump!"

Under the enthusiasm of the Blood Eagle King, Zhao Yuan jumped hard, and his body was too weak now, and his exercise was simply its biggest mortal enemy. Without jumping a few times, Zhao Yuan immediately felt his heartbeat faster. Even though he was already breathing like a cow, he was still out of breath, and people felt like they were about to suffocate.

"If you really can't jump, just rest, you're a waste anyway!"

The Blood Eagle King mocked, to be honest, in terms of Zhao Yuan's qualifications and physical fitness, he didn't even want to be a choreographer in his teaching.

"I'm not a waste!"

Zhao Yuan retorted in his heart, gritted his teeth, took a few breaths of hard breath, and jumped forward again. Even if he had to breathe a lot after a few steps, he didn't mean to stop. After all, there is a saying that goes: Other people's sympathy should not be because of their own weakness.

The Blood Eagle King had to mock him a few more words. Later, I didn’t know if it was because he was too lazy to speak, so he didn’t speak. In addition to Zhao Yuan’s breathing, the entire cell was the sound of footsteps falling on the ground.

However, he has self-esteem, but his body is very honest. With the huge consumption of physical strength, Zhao Yuan's body is already a little overwhelmed, and his legs seem to weigh a thousand pounds. Even though he has opened his mouth wide, he still feels that he cannot breathe in one breath. The sound of his heartbeat is like a drum, as if it may pop out at any time. The scenery in front of him becomes a little dazed. Then he turns dizzy, and falls forward to the ground with a thump. His mouth opens wide, and his eyes have gradually lost their spirit, just like a fish thrown on the shore.

Everything seemed to show that he was not far from death, and in terms of his weakened constitution, he could not withstand this high-intensity exercise at all.
Chapter completed!