Chapter 12 Uncle Lu Feng (please recommend! Collect! Invest!)
There is no time to practice, and ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.
With the first ray of sunshine in the morning, Lu Ya started a new day.
I saw him standing shirtless in the courtyard, performing Splitting Fist at a very slow speed. His muscles sometimes surged like water, and sometimes were as hard as rocks.
The seemingly soft movements hit the air, but they made a "whooshing" sound.
His body seemed to turn into a bottomless whirlpool, and wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth were continuously absorbed and devoured by him, nourishing his physical body.
After ten days of hard training, his Splitting Feng Fist was almost close to success, and his body became stronger and stronger with the training of the Feng Fist.
The frail and scholarly temperament before was long gone, replaced by a streamlined body full of masculinity.
If you put the current Lu Ya and the Lu Ya who just traveled through time together, it is hard to imagine that a person can change so much in a short period of time.
An hour.
Two hours.
As Lu Ya punched out fiercely, a force as big as his fist rushed out from his fist, crossed a distance of six or seven meters, and slammed into the bronze man's head, beating the bronze man to death. Rocking back and forth.
"Breakthrough!"
Lu Ya opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with light, and he couldn't hide his joy.
The next second, the muscles all over his body trembled violently again, and a large amount of sweat poured out from all over his body, forming a hot white mist visible to the naked eye.
After a long while, the hot white mist slowly dissipated.
Lu Ya jumped on the spot twice, and suddenly found that the trousers that originally reached his ankles now only reached his ankles.
"Huh? I've grown taller!"
Lu Ya took a rough measurement and found that after he had mastered the boxing technique, the training of his body had made him grow about three centimeters.
"not bad."
"I don't know where I am now."
Although Lu Ya felt that his strength must be much beyond the fifth level of Qi training, but to what extent, he really didn't know because there was no reference.
He looked at the bronze figure in the courtyard. This sparring bronze figure was two meters tall, made entirely of brass, and weighed a thousand kilograms.
Lu Ya walked up to the bronze man, held the waist of the bronze man with both hands, and then suddenly exerted force. With a "whoosh", the bronze man weighing a thousand kilograms was easily lifted over his head like cotton.
Lu Ya lifted the bronze man and did two deep squats. Still not feeling too much pressure, he put the bronze man down.
The bronze man landed with a muffled "boom" sound.
Lu Ya then conducted a series of tests.
Finally, it was concluded that if he ran at full strength now, he could stride six or seven meters in one step, jump directly to the roof with one powerful leap, and have at least a thousand catties of strength with one arm.
This is just the improvement in physical fitness brought about by the small success of Pi Feng Boxing. If we talk about boxing alone, Lu Ya feels that if the punch is delivered properly, he may not be able to bear it.
The reason is that Lu Ya lacks a correct understanding of the power system of this world, or that his imagination comes from the earth and cannot accurately judge what the practitioners of this world can achieve.
"It's true that poverty limits imagination."
Lu Ya looked at his small courtyard, then thought about the family territory that was no more than a hundred acres in size, and laughed at himself rather helplessly.
"But it's not bad. He's not a casual cultivator after all."
In fact, Lu Ya understands that this background is the most suitable for him.
He didn't directly cross over to become a casual cultivator, nor did he cross over to become a talented disciple of a big sect or a big family.
The former is precarious and has not yet been passed down completely, while the latter's elders are so awesome that they might find out that Lu Ya has been changed.
The former is likely to die of hunger, natural disasters, fights, or even an unknown evil spirit that happens to be passing by; while the latter is even worse. Once the identity is exposed, it is humane to turn directly into ashes. Something like that makes my scalp tingle just thinking about it.
Putting these thoughts aside, Lu Ya put on his Taoist robe, applied a cleansing procedure on his body, and walked out the door.
Speaking of which, cultivating immortals is really convenient. If you are dirty, you can clean it directly with a cleaning technique. If you need to make a fire, you can ignite it directly with a flick of your finger.
"Looking for Third Grandpa to be a sparring partner? No, it's not appropriate. Third Grandpa is old and not in good health, so I won't bother him."
"Looking for father is not possible. Mr. Zhou is still watching from the sidelines. Father doesn't have the time."
Lu Ya thought about it and finally found a very suitable target, which was his uncle, the eldest of his generation, a spiritual beast master at the ninth level of qi training, Lu Feng, who was mainly responsible for feeding the family's spiritual beasts.
The spirit animal enclosure is located next to the family's territory, covering an area of more than 20 acres, which is about the size of two football fields.
Uncle Lu Feng built a courtyard next to the spirit beast circle and lived there to facilitate the care of the spirit beasts.
Not long after, Lu Ya saw the circle of spirit beasts surrounded by fences, as well as his uncle Lu Feng, who was leading his tribe to feed the spirit beasts.
Uncle Lu Feng was explaining to the tribesmen next to him and pouring the feed into the trough. When he saw Lu Ya coming, he handed over the work in his hands to the tribesmen, came up to Lu Ya, and asked with a smile: "Lu Ya, what are you doing today?" Come to uncle's house when you have time?"
"Uncle." Lu Ya bowed his hands and saluted.
"Lu Ya, you came just in time. Last night, a three-eyed green dog tried to steal our colorful pheasant. Uncle and I led a few people to beat it to death. It has been stewed in the pot since morning. Today, uncle will give it to you. Take good care of yourself.”
"Thank you uncle, I just want to tell you why my legs and feet couldn't help but come to my uncle's side today. It turns out there is something delicious." Lu Ya said with a smile: "It seems that I am very lucky today."
"You are the genius of our Lu family, so of course you are lucky."
Lu Feng smiled and led Lu Ya into the courtyard. Lu Ya saw it at a glance. On the left side of the courtyard, a large iron pot was steaming on the stove. Two female tribesmen were busy working on the stove.
Seeing Lu Feng come back, the two of them quickly set the dishes and chopsticks on the stone table nearby. Several side dishes and a large pot of dog meat were quickly served.
Lu Feng asked Lu Ya to sit down: "Come on, Lu Ya, sit down, let's talk while eating."
Lu Ya was not polite. After the uncle sat down, he sat down and said with a smile: "Thank you, uncle. I really benefited from him today."
"Hey, let alone the glory, this beast has caused the most harm to the spiritual beasts raised by our Lu family. I haven't caught it before, but I finally caught it this time. The skin was stripped off and hung outside the pen."
Lu Feng waved his hand and continued: "Our small family only raises two kinds of spiritual beasts, the first-level intermediate thick-earth pig and the elementary colorful pheasant. This beast can take away at least two pheasants at a time. How can it be so common? You can’t live with it being such a scourge.”
"I caught it this time, uncle, I feel a lot more at ease."
As a first-level intermediate monster, the Three-Eyed Blue Flame Dog is cautious and cunning in nature, and extremely difficult to tame. It often does some sneaky things, but perhaps because of this, it is a great tonic, compared to thick soil of the same level. Pigs are more nutritious.
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