The folk customs of the Xingyao Federation are martial, and cultivators with superior combat prowess enjoy supreme status.
All citizens of the Federation regard embarking on the path of cultivation as their greatest honor.
Even if you can't become a cultivator, you still like to work hard, sharpen your muscles and bones, sculpt your body, and maintain the habit of cultivation throughout your life.
Therefore, fitness clubs, training halls and martial arts schools can be seen everywhere on the streets.
Those who practice in them are not necessarily vicious martial arts masters, but mostly students and office workers who abide by the law and follow the rules.
Li Yao felt more confident when he saw the sign of "Military Way Wolf Killing Training Center".
He knew that most of the bosses of such places were fanatical cultivation enthusiasts.
They refined "copycat strengthening potions" and mostly used them for themselves and the members of the cultivation hall.
Making money was not the primary purpose, so they often did not hesitate to cost, and the quality was guaranteed to a certain extent. .
After touching the spider pattern on his face, Li Yao walked in casually.
The training hall may not have a big facade, but it’s a unique place inside.
In the strength training room, which is about three to four hundred square meters, a dozen muscular and sweaty strong men are smashing barbells, steel cables and iron plates.
There was a noise, and there was a big man in the corner who was licking a sandbag.
Li Yao scanned around and found that the weights of these big men were not too high, and their faces were relatively stocky and kind.
They did not give people the impression of being fierce.
They looked like ordinary office workers.
He couldn't help but feel relieved and felt more at ease.
He walked to the corner and prepared to ask the strong man who was playing with the sandbags - this man looked the most kind-hearted.
However, this strong man just lunged close, thrust with his back hand, and punched hard.
With all his strength, the sandbag flew high and hit Li Yao's face, making a "pop" sound.
The strong man said "Ah" and said anxiously: "Are you okay?"
Li Yao shook his head, his nose felt a little sour, his nose twitched twice, 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 sat on two military green cushions.
Between them were two teapots, as well as bacon, roast chicken, peanuts and the like. ready meal.
The person on the left is about forty or fifty years old.
His bumpy bald head has a tattoo of a wolf head with military thorns.
His left arm was cut off from the shoulder blade and replaced with a spiritual prosthetic arm engraved with thousands of runes.
The person on the right is a young man who appears 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 become white and faded.
If Li Yao saw this person, he would definitely be so excited that he would have diarrhea - this young man was obviously the idol in the minds of all the students in Chixiao No. 2 Middle School, the upstart in the circle of cultivators in Fuge City, the foundation-building monk, and the demon sword Peng Hai!
At this moment, Peng Hai didn't have the slightest aura of a powerful cultivator.
He raised the teapot and said cheerfully to the bald man with tattoos: "Old instructor, come, let's have another drink for the years of fierce battles in the Monster Wasteland!
" The tea vat was obviously the poorest Erguotou, but Peng Hai, a great monk who was well-dressed, well-fed and extravagant, drank it all in one gulp and loudly smacked his tongue: "Good wine, this damn thing" That’s what men should drink!”
The bald man with tattoos used a spiritual prosthetic limb.
He grabbed the teapot stiffly and said with emotion: "Ah Hai, I know that you value feelings and friendship.
Even if you become a foundation-building cultivator, you will never forget those of us who were together in the past.
An old comrade who has been through life and death!
But if you are serious, just come to me for a drink every now and then.
There is really no need to practice here all the time - my place is an amateur level, and the level is very low.
You, a foundation-building cultivator, will waste your time here. time!"
Peng Hai smiled: "Old instructor, the friendship between us cannot be explained clearly in just four words: 'birth and death'.
I think back then, when we carried out the 'Black Blade Operation' together, if you hadn't helped me block it At that moment, I would have been dead for a long time, how could I still be a cultivator in the foundation-building stage?
And you, old instructor..."
Looking at the left hand of the bald man with tattoos, Peng Hai's voice also had a hint of heaviness, "But he lost his entire left arm, and even his heart was blown away by 70%.
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From the thirteenth level of the Qi Refining Stage, he fell back to I have reached the level of an ordinary warrior and have to leave the 'Wolf Group'..."
The bald man with tattoos waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "The road to cultivation is full of dangers and narrow escapes.
Now that I have embarked on this road of no return, I have already pinned my head to my belt and am ready to die at any time!
Just throw away one Hands, what’s the point?
I can’t see through it.
Back then, I was still cultivating the truth.
Wouldn’t it be safer to go home and work as a white-collar worker to find a wife?
, it all depends on God’s happiness, it’s all my life!
If I break my hand, it’s me!
Destiny, what does it have to do with you?
Besides, if you don’t let me cultivate, then I won’t cultivate.
I get a lot of veterans’ disability allowance every month, drinking wine and grilling skewers on the bed.
**Every day is not lacking, I don’t know how cool and happy I am, but I still stay!
Old comrades in the army, yes, many of them have become foundation-building cultivators, and there are even two great monks who have formed pills.
So what?
Maybe they will become a puddle in the belly of the monster tomorrow?
There’s no shit left!
Thinking about it this way, I still made a profit, hahahaha!”
Peng Hai happily said: "You can pick it up and put it down.
He is the old instructor in my memory, a tough guy!
But there is one thing that the old instructor was wrong about.
I come to you every day and it is not a waste of time." , but a very important practice.”
The bald tattooed man's eyes widened: "Practice?
What tricks can you do in a bad place like me?"
Peng Hai smiled faintly and explained: "My instant psychic burst has reached the 'high level of foundation building stage', but it is very unstable.
At critical moments in several battles, it accidentally dropped back to the 'middle level of foundation building stage'.
I almost died - this is because my absolute strength increased too quickly, and my control over the strength was not yet complete.
If I want to truly stand firm in the 'Advanced Foundation Establishment Stage', or even reach the 'Peak Foundation Establishment Stage' state, I must solve it completely.
This question!"
The bald tattooed man pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "You are one of the youngest practitioners in the foundation-building stage in the Federation.
If you advance too fast, it will indeed cause an unstable foundation.
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 Wolf Killing Training Hall', I will suppress my strength to 3% and only use 3% of my strength to carry out overloaded training!"
The bald man with tattoos suddenly realized: "So you only used 3% of your strength?
No wonder I can't feel the slightest breath of a cultivator from you."
Peng Hai nodded: "I have persisted at 3% for a month.
In this way, when I let go of the restrictions and exerted 100% of my strength, I felt that my instantaneous explosive power had been greatly improved, and my control over spiritual energy had also been enhanced.
Quite a bit!
My goal is to eventually suppress my strength to 1% and carry out overload training and confrontation.
If I can do it, I will definitely reach the peak of the foundation stage!"
After a pause, he smiled with regret, "Unstable spiritual power is my biggest weakness.
I don't want others to know, so I can only come to practice with you, old instructor - in Fuge City, I only believe in two people."
Personally, the old instructor is one of them.
Unfortunately, the strength of your members is too weak.
None of them can withstand my three-minute attack with 3% strength!
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Just doing strength training seems to be a little short of a breath. " The bald man with tattoos glared at him: "My members here are all serious office workers and working-class people, and they are not professional warriors.
Of course they are not enough for you to fight.
Even if you only use 3% of your strength, it will be pure cruelty!
However, Don't say that the old instructor doesn't take care of you.
I know that you are looking for a skilled sparring partner, so I specially contacted a gold medal sparring partner who is well-known in the circle.
He will be here soon. " When Peng Hai heard this, he became interested: "Oh?
Is it serious?"
The bald man with tattoos said: "I was introduced by a friend and have never met him, but this person has been hanging out in the underground ghost market for many years.
He has been a professional sparring partner in several martial arts schools.
It is said that he has a very strong ability to resist fighting.
There is one Nicknamed 'Iron Turtle', he should be able to hold you up for three minutes with 3% of your strength, right?"
The entire wall on the left side of the tea room is made of one-way transparent glass.
Looking out from the inside, you can see the strength training room.
While the two were talking, they happened to see Li Yao walk in and get hit hard in the face by a sandbag, but he looked as if nothing had happened.
"He's here, how are you?
Are you okay?"
The bald man with tattoos stood up.