Super God Dao Art

The Lieyang Gang branch, Bai Ziyue and Zhang Guoyi just stepped in from behind.

Suddenly, Zhang Guoyi pulled Bai Ziyue's clothes, "It's that Wang Jian."

A tall and thin young man walked over, it was Wang Jian who had directly entered them into the chores apprentice yesterday.

"Hello, brother."

Although he was upset, Bai Ziyue greeted him obediently.

Zhang Guoyi, who was on the side, quickly lowered his head and looked respectful.

In a short period of time, they have seen the strict hierarchy within the Lieyang Gang. The chores apprentices have the lowest status here, and the formal disciples can even beat and scold at will without any punishment.

Wang Jian glanced at the two of them lightly, ignored them, and walked over in complete ignorance.

Seeing this, Bai Ziyue heaved a sigh of relief.

The other party ignores them, which is better in his opinion.

If you really want to hold on to what they say, it is very likely to be trouble.

"Bah, little man."

It was not until Wang Jian left that Zhang Guoyi cursed in a low voice.

Bai Ziyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. But he also knew that this was just his way of venting.

The two have been treated unfairly from the very beginning. After passing the assessment, they were directly assigned as the lowest-ranking apprentices of chores, and anyone would feel resentment in their hearts.

It's just that Bai Ziyue knows that they have nothing to rely on here, and even Uncle Ming has no right to speak here.

Keeping a low profile and forbearance is the best way.

After the strength is strong, the confidence is enough, and there is a chance to take revenge back.

...

The black paper ointment prescribed by the middle-aged doctor was indeed very effective. In just an hour or two, Bai Ziyue felt that his arm was not so painful. Although if you touch it, you can still feel discomfort, but it has little effect.

Therefore, after having lunch in the branch cafeteria, he hurriedly came to the martial arts field, found a corner, and stood up on the meditation pole.

As for Zhang Guoyi, after staying for an hour or two, he couldn't take it easy and left.

"Meditation piles practice qi and blood, and practice strength.

Although the strength from Master Hong Gang can make me feel the strength from the meditation practice, it is still too advanced for me. It is qi and blood, and it works according to the way of power.

The circulation of qi and blood should first be driven by breathing. "

Bai Ziyue analyzed it calmly.

He was deeply impressed by the power transmitted from the air, but it was someone else's power after all. He was only familiar with how it worked, but it was extremely difficult to develop his own power.

Therefore, according to his own understanding, he divided the meditation pile into three steps.

The first is to control the breathing rhythm, the second is to master the direction of blood flow, and the third is to integrate everything and develop strength.

"so……"

Bai Ziyue stood in the meditation posture, thinking about the rhythm of the vibration of the force, and then according to this rhythm, he began to constantly adjust his breathing, hoping to be able to match this vibration.

breathe……

I don't know how long it took, but at a certain moment, Bai Ziyue's breathing finally quivered with the force in his memory, producing a fit.

The airflow he breathed gradually drove the blood in his body, followed by shaking, and finally circulated throughout the body.

As a result, a trace of heat gradually appeared on his body, and soon his whole body became warm.

Even the pain in the shoulders was relieved. Even the soreness when standing on the squat has greatly subsided at this moment.

"That's what it feels like."

Bai Ziyue's eyes are bright.

Originally, he could only hold on to the meditation pile for three to five minutes, but after standing for a full twenty minutes, he couldn't hold on any longer and stopped.

Name: Bai Ziyue

Strength: 0.55 (cannot be increased)

Speed: 0.53 (cannot be increased)

Constitution: 0.57 (cannot be improved)

Martial Arts: Meditation Pile (not entry, cannot be improved)

Soul Energy: 795

"It's just 20 minutes of standing, my physical strength and speed have improved again.

I believe that as long as I keep practicing, within a few days, I can really get started with the meditation pile. "

Bai Ziyue's confidence greatly increased.

You must know that with the help of Hong Gang's transmission, his physique and strength have only been slightly improved.

Now that I stand by myself, my physique has increased by 0.05, my strength has increased by 0.04, and even the speed has been increased by 0.02 accordingly, which is not a small improvement.

"To get started on the meditation pole, you need to stand still when standing on the pole, and sweat profusely to form water droplets.

Although I can't do this now, I can already do it when I feel hot and warm.

From the real entry, only the work of water mill is left. "

Bai Ziyue's mind was calm, and his eyes were full of joy.

Even if he doesn't know how long it will take him to get started, after all, he is still a chores apprentice at this time, and various complicated tasks will fall on his head immediately, and the time for cultivation will naturally be greatly reduced.

But he understands that he is already on the right path, and he does not need to endure the pain of transmitting energy through the air again, and he can start the meditation practice.

And once he entered the meditation pile, he could use the power of soul energy to directly improve.

Xiaocheng, or even Dacheng, is no longer far away.

For the next period of time, Bai Ziyue rested when he was tired, and when he felt better, he started to stand again.

As time went on, the time he spent standing on piles also began to lengthen.

The longest time, even persisted for half an hour.

"Ziyue, Mr. Qian's approach to us should be related to the assignment of chores apprentices."

In the distance, when the sunset was fading and the sunset was shining in the sky, Zhang Guoyi found Bai Ziyue and said solemnly.

"Then let's go."

Bai Ziyue's heart tightened, and he hurriedly left the martial arts field with Zhang Guoyi.

"Mr. Qian!"

Bai Ziyue and the two came to Qian Ming's courtyard.

"You are here." Qian Ming nodded to the two of them and said, "Originally, there was still a shortage of people in this branch mansion, and I also like you to stay here.

But someone said hello and didn't want to see you here. So, I can only send you out. "

Saying that, Qian Ming shrugged, looking helpless.

"Who?"

Zhang Guoyi asked angrily.

Bai Ziyue frowned, but did not speak.

"I said yesterday that you offended people, and it seems to be true."

Qian Ming smiled, but the scar on his face was even more distorted.

"If you have anything to do with it, I can help you run it and stay in the branch, there will always be more opportunities, right?

If you are lucky, it is not impossible for you to get the attention of a big man. "

Qian Ming followed suit and continued to talk.

"Uncle Ming, the uncle Ming of our village is the leader of the gang at the Qinghe Wharf."

Zhang Guoyi's eyes lit up and he said quickly.

"It's easy to handle." Qian Mingyi clapped his hands and said, "You only need to take out five taels of silver, using your Uncle Ming's name and my guarantee, I can keep you in the branch. "

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