The deep night gradually faded, and the rising sun slowly rose, covering the entire Walker Village with a layer of golden coat.

Inside the wooden pile alley.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

...

A violent sound came faintly.

Early in the morning, Mo Tianming, who was wearing a scarred face, came to the wooden stake alley sleepyly. He had a habit of practicing "foot stakes" for an hour every morning.

At the age of seventeen, he can leave the village in less than half a year, so he has been in a good mood recently.

In fact, he is the son of the third elder of the family, "Mo Zhan". He is blessed by his father's reputation and has always been reckless. He is inevitably bullied by others in the village. Moreover, he is extremely warlike. The scar on his face is left unintentionally in the fight, but no one dares to provoke him easily from now on, and he has become a "boss"-level figure in the Walker Village.

However, on this deserted morning, Mo Tianming saw an incredible scene.

Bang bang bang bang...

The sound of fists hitting the wooden stakes never seemed to stop.

Chen Musheng was stairing with a solemn face, and kept striking his fists to hit a wooden stake in front of him.

One punch after another.

He was naked, revealing his strong muscles, and his sweat covered his body showed a special luster against the rising sun...

Mo Tianming was stunned for a moment, walked closer and pointed at Chen Musheng and shouted: "Bad Chen, you, you won't have been working on wooden stakes here all night since last night, right?"

Chen Musheng stared at the wooden stake and continued to fist. Sweat beads splashed and said casually: "That's right."

"Crazy!" Mo Tianming cursed in a low voice. The scarred face was filled with incredible surprise. He really couldn't believe that there was someone in this world who could practice for more than ten hours in a row.

Mo Tianming thought to himself that if he had the level of a high-level warrior, he could only support four or five hours with the support of his true energy, so he would definitely not be able to stand it.

"Are you still a human? This physical strength is too perverted!" Mo Tianming cursed angrily.

"Nine thousand and one, nine thousand and two, nine thousand and three..." Chen Musheng did not answer Mo Tianming's words, but continued to recite silently in his heart.

Chen Musheng himself was also surprised to be able to hold on for a whole night. Moreover, he found that after a period of extreme fatigue, his physical strength seemed to be getting better and better. He punched the wooden stake one by one, and he could always get a wonderful pleasure.

In this state, for the goal of ten thousand punches, I unknowingly persisted for the whole night.

Now, it is very close to ten thousand fists!

Mo Tianming frowned and asked in confusion: "Crazy Chen, what do you want to do this?"

"I am practicing the "Body Refining Arts"." Chen Musheng said without saying a word and continued to swing his fists.

"Madman, don't be afraid of being exhausted, just continue practicing." Mo Tianming was really confused and cursed again before walking into the wooden stake alley to start his morning practice.

"Thank you." Chen Musheng spoke two words and continued to immerse himself in that magical artistic conception.

What he hadn't noticed was that inadvertently, Mo Tianming no longer called him the nickname "Waste Chen" and called others "crazy". For people like Mo Tianming, it was actually a disguised admiration.

Mo Tianming walked away, found a quiet place, and began to practice "foot stance".

His leg skills have always been very good, and he possesses the natural "Huanyuan Jin Zhenqi", which is much more powerful than the ordinary "Ministry Xing Zhenqi".

Mo Tianming secretly used his true energy and kicked the wooden stake like a whip. At the same time, there was a dark golden qi on the instep, which hit the surface of the wooden stake and exploded directly, cutting the wooden stake apart.

This is the strength of true qi. Warriors move their true qi into their bodies and bless them on their fists, feet and weapons. They can exert ten times or hundreds of times the strength of their physical strength, and can also cause various strange damage effects.

Mo Tianming began to alternate his legs, constantly hitting the wooden stakes, leaving terrifying marks on the solid surface of the paulownia wood.

Time passed by minute by minute...

After an hour, Mo Tianming slowly stopped his exercises and ended his morning practice. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and subconsciously looked at Chen Musheng.

I found that the madman Chen Musheng was still going crazy.

"Ninety-nine hundred and ninety-nine..." Chen Musheng was silently reciting in his heart. Seeing that the goal was about to be achieved, his pupils suddenly magnified a little, and the so-called sharp eyes burst out from it, and he roared: "First, one, ten thousand, fist!!!"

The sound of the fist piercing the air seemed particularly harsh.

Boom~~

The spine on Chen Musheng's back became a "big dragon", driving the strength of his whole body and punched him hard on the wooden stake.

Click!

The fist covered with calluses suddenly penetrated the half-meter-thick wooden stake, and Chen Musheng's entire arm was sunken.

At the moment of breaking the stake, Chen Musheng felt a thrill in his heart. He felt an indescribable force in his body, which surged out from the surface of his fist like a tide and spread like an explosion.

Boom!

The huge wooden stake suddenly burst out, and under a destructive force, it instantly turned into a large pile of wood chips and flew all over the sky!

Chen Musheng was stunned and looked at his right hand in disbelief. He clenched his fist hard, and suddenly, he felt a cool ray of air flow slowly gathering in his dantian inside his body.

"True Qi!"

"I have cultivated true energy!"

Chen Musheng yelled, and a feeling of pleasure that came to his heart as he wished.

Four years of hard work, day and night of depression, four years have passed by contempt and ridicule, and now it has finally succeeded!

Mo Tianming, who was standing in the distance watching the fun, was also stunned. The shocked expression on Scar's face completely frozen. He murmured: "How is it possible? Without the use of the formula to gather qi, this madman would have cultivated true qi by him like this? It's so fucking nonsense!"

"I succeeded!" Chen Musheng roared as if no one was around and thrust his thick chest a few times. If he hadn't been working hard for many years, he would have been impossible to withstand these ten thousand punches.

However, after confirming that he had actually cultivated the true energy, Chen Musheng felt real fatigue. He persisted all night and now he realized that every muscle in his body was extremely sore and huge fatigue made him unable to help but want to fall to the ground and fall asleep directly.

However, you must not really fall into the wooden stake alley and sleep. Otherwise, when you wake up, you might become a laughing stock for everyone in the village again.

Chen Musheng smiled with gratitude and satisfaction.

Mo Tianming came over, and his seemingly vicious face showed rare sincere admiration and exclaimed loudly: "Baby Chen, you are indeed a madman, a madman, haha... I will call you that from now on. I have never seen someone so cruel to me."

Chen Musheng was also indescribable and said with a smile: "Whatever you want."

Mo Tianming asked curiously: "Crazy, what true energy have you cultivated?"

When Chen Musheng heard this, he closed his eyes and felt it, and could clearly feel the coolness in his dantian. When he opened his eyes, he said uncertainly: "It should be the true qi of water. The specific effect will only be realized after practicing the exercises."

Mo Tianming laughed and said, "Since you can cultivate true qi, you can practice the real secrets. Go to the library. All the secrets in the family are stored in it. As long as you are from the village, you can copy them at will."

"I understand, thank you." Chen Musheng smiled tiredly.

"Well, you've mastered your skills. Let's come to me next time, let's practice." Mo Tianming smiled and patted Chen Musheng on the shoulder, saying like a big brother. Inadvertently, Chen Musheng had won the respect of this "brother in the village".

"Okay, sure. I'll go back and sleep first, then go to the library." Chen Musheng nodded, chatted with Mo Tianming for a few more words, and then left the Wooden Pile Alley.

After some contact, Chen Musheng walked on the road, thinking while walking, he thought that Mo Tianming was pretty good and not as domineering as the rumored one.

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Chapter completed!