"What? I've been sleeping for seven days and seven nights?" Meng Xiang screamed in surprise after hearing Yan Shi's words.

"What do you think?" Yan Shi showed an unhappy expression.

"No wonder you're so hungry." Meng Xiang touched Gugu's stomach, looking at Yan Shi's tired face, a warm feeling surged in his heart. During his sleep, he must have taken care of him with untidy clothes, so he looked so tired.

However, there is no need to say thanks between men. If he thanks solemnly, Yan Shi will feel uncomfortable.

"Stone, what's there to eat? I'm so hungry now." Meng Xiang tried his best to keep his tone calm.

"Brother Meng, wait. I'm ready, I'll get it for you now." As he said that, Yan Shi ran out and soon brought him a small pot of meat porridge. The rice and meat inside were stewed so hard. Obviously he prepared it specifically for Meng Xiang.

After drinking a pot of pork porridge, Meng Xiang felt his stomach warm. Then the heat spread throughout his body, and his whole body was warm and comfortable. Although his stomach was still very hungry, he knew that he could not eat it anymore. He had to wait until the gastrointestinal activity started and regained his vitality before he could eat it again. Otherwise, it would be counterproductive and would cause harm to the body.

Yan Shi was originally planning to go to the kitchen and cook more food. After a while, Meng Xiang opened his stomach and had a big meal. However, he was unable to enter the kitchen after all, so Meng Xiang used a semi-forced method to let him go back to the room and rest.

Meng Xiang slowly walked out of the room, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and felt refreshed and unspeakable.

After a while, he slowly took a step and made a set of boxing techniques. This was taught by a friend of his previous life. He did not tell him what name it was, because he himself didn't know it, and he also got it by chance.

It is said that when you reach a high level of practice, you can coordinate and enhance the connection between the mind, mind, essence, energy, spirit, hands, eyes, body, law, and steps, and have immeasurable benefits to the body.

I don’t know if he couldn’t get the best of practice or his friend exaggerated it. In his previous life, he practiced diligently for several years, and only felt that his hands and feet were flexible and his reaction was a little faster. There was nothing too magical.

Now he practiced again, and at first he didn't feel anything special, but he felt something strange over time. I don't know if it was an illusion, but after a set of punches, he vaguely felt a stream of heat flowing in his body, and the faster the punches, the faster the heat flows flowed.

Later, my whole body was warm and yang, and I couldn't say that I felt refreshed and comfortable. Not only did I feel tired, but I became more and more energetic as I cheered up, which prompted him to keep speeding up.

At first, the moves he made were clearly visible. Gradually, as the speed became faster and faster, the moves began to become blurred. Later, his figure began to blur. In the end, he could only see a faint phantom flashing constantly in the yard.

When the punch was so refreshed, he shook his body and rushed to a big tree with a faint phantom next to the yard, with a punch, but this punch seemed very strange.

Meng Xiang's punch formed a sharp contrast with his speed. Every inch of his fist could be seen clearly and seemed extremely slow. However, the solemn and thick aura emitted from the fist was very strong, as if it had unparalleled power.

With a soft sound, Meng Xiang's fist just touched the big tree and then took it back, but the big tree did not change at all, and even the bark was not damaged. It seemed that his punch was purely bluffing.

But his whole body seemed to have suddenly lost strength, and incredible amounts of sweat emerged from his body surface, soaking all his clothes in an instant. There was even a lot of sweat that could not be absorbed by his clothes and flowing to the ground, forming a clear puddle on the ground.

"Huh!" Meng Xiang let out a long breath of turbid air, turned around, and walked slowly into the room. It was obvious that his whole body was trembling slightly, and just as he took the third step, an accident happened.

First, the leaves of the big tree that he punched fell off without warning. Whether it was new or old leaves, they all fell down like a heavy green snow.

Just as the rain of leaves began to fall, the part hit by his fist began to make a crisp sound. Then, with this as the center, the bark collapsed, and radial cracks appeared on the main trunk, and soon the cracks filled the three-foot range.

With a loud explosion, wood chips flew, and a piece of tree trunk about three feet long instantly exploded into countless broken wood chips, flying everywhere. Finally, the big tree and the leaves that had not yet fallen to the ground fell into dust together, making a loud noise.

Fortunately, Meng Xiang's house was very remote, so it did not attract the attention of the villagers of Longzhaotan. Otherwise, if they saw him knocking down such a thick tree with one punch, they would have opened their mouths in surprise and could not close them.

Yan Shi, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by the loud noise from the fall of the tree. He climbed up from the bed and walked to the window, trying to see what was happening outside.

Just when he was confused by the big tree with no leaves on his body, he saw Meng Xiang walking into the yard with a long sword and slowly walked to the front of the big tree.

He took a deep breath first, then suddenly pulled the long sword and rushed towards the big tree. His speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the distance of nearly two meters and came to the approach of the big tree. Then his speed did not decrease, and he kept circling around the big tree. While maintaining the speed of running, he quickly waved the long sword in his hand and turned into mysterious trajectories.

After about a cup of tea, Meng Xiang's figure flashed back to the place where he first stood. If he observed carefully, he would find that his two stops were exactly the same. If there were footprints, it would definitely be completely overlapping. However, there was only Yan Shi on the scene, and his attention had not been put on him.

The moment Meng Xiang stood still, the big tree that was surrounded by him and turned around for a cup of tea under his breath took off a magical change: it cracked silently, without exception, and each of the broken wooden strips was the same length, and the main trunk was almost exactly the same size and shape of the split wooden blocks.

Yan Shi was shocked by this magical scene that he had never seen before. He didn't see Meng Xiang's body standing naked in the cold wind in the middle of winter, trembling constantly, and he couldn't control it even if he wanted to.

Meng Xiang seemed to hate this uncontrollable situation. He snorted coldly in his nose, forced himself to raise the long sword in his hand, and slowly used a set of sword techniques. It was a set of sword techniques he had practiced in his previous life, called "Night Battles in the Eight Directions", and it was also the only sword technique he had practiced.

As far as Meng Xiang knows, "Night Battles Eight Directions" is a very ordinary knife technique. Many people have practiced it because it includes the most basic knife styles such as chopping, chopping, stabbing, wiping, blocking, and intercepting. Being familiar with it will help you practice more advanced knife techniques.

Others practiced "Night Battles Eight Directions" to be familiar with the basic use of swordsmanship, and by the way to lay a foundation. However, he practiced "Night Battles Eight Directions" out of helplessness. Those swordsmanship that are more advanced than it and more powerful than it are not lacking, but for him it is beyond his reach.

The reason is very simple, he has no money. With his ability, the money he can earn, after deducting the most basic expenses, it will take at least twenty years for him to raise enough money to buy a more advanced swordsmanship. Even if he has the patience, although he is not old twenty years later, he definitely missed the best time to practice. Unless there is a unique adventure, he will never achieve any great achievements.

Therefore, after Meng Xiang realized the cruelty of reality, he stopped buying a better set of swordsmanship secrets and calmed down to practice "Night Battle to Eight Directions". He did not expect that after he had gained a strong foundation, he could create more advanced swordsmanship. He was completely forced to make a living. Although no matter how much he practiced, the combat power that could be improved by "Night Battle to Eight Directions" was very limited, but it was still increasing. With every increase of combat power, he could get one more point of gain, and he had no choice but to practice it desperately.

In the past decade, one of the results has been that he has become extremely familiar with "Night Battles Eight Directions". Every move and every move can be closed, and he can still use the knife in many situations that seem impossible.

After practicing "Night Battle at Eight Directions" over and over again, Meng Xiang seemed to slowly awaken his body's feelings. The knife technique made it more and more smooth, more and more round, and even faintly exceeded his previous life's level.

In Meng Xiang's view, he practiced "Night Battles in the Eight Directions" to control the body after being exhausted, overcome normal physiological reactions, and put the body back into his control. Because experience in his previous life told that only by fully controlling one's body can one gain greater opportunities and vitality in various dangers.

But in the eyes of the truth, the situation he practiced "Night Battles in the Eight Directions" was so amazing. At first, he could still see every move and every move he used, but soon he couldn't see it clearly. There were only sharp sword lights in front of him. Then the sword lights overlapped and accumulated together, forming a majestic sword mountain and sword wave, which was breathtaking.

Finally, all the sword lights gathered together, forming a light ball of several meters in radius. The cold light shone, making people frightened, and the person who used the sword technique completely lost his trace. Therefore, when Meng Xiang stood with his sword, he still opened his mouth wide, and even saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, he did not notice it.
Chapter completed!