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Chapter 47

All ten sticks will be reimbursed within one day.

Some of these ten sticks are hard, some are soft, but none of them can escape the end of breaking.

Xueling was so exhausted that her hands kept shaking when cooking. When serving food, the bowls and chopsticks seemed to fall to the ground at any time. It was very difficult for him to pour wine.

However, Chu Li felt refreshed and one day of practice was better than three days. It seemed that the practice of Vajra Due Magic Skill required external assistance.

There is a difficulty in this, which is maintaining the state of mind.

Only when you are being struck can you focus on the feeling of your muscles and immerse yourself in Buddhist scriptures. Only if you have an unbalanced state of mind will only do bad things. The practice of Vajradhue Magical Skills cannot tolerate any unfavorable mental energy. The inner anger will last a lifetime and the skills will be impure.

The more you practice, the worse you get.

The next morning, after Chu Li had eaten, he took a lazily walk in the small pavilion and told Xueling to get some more wooden sticks and go to the martial arts field to get some strong ones. Don't change sticks every now and then.

Xueling looked at him helplessly: "Sir, my hands can't use their strength."

Chu Li looked at her hands. Xueling stretched out her palms. They were white, flawless, delicate and smooth. They were very beautiful jade hands with no trace of rough work.

Chu Li stretched out his hand and raised his palms, signaling Xueling to put his jade palms up.

Xueling looked at him hesitantly and put her palms towards him.

Their palms faced each other, and she felt a gurgling heat envelope her palms, from her wrists, forearms, elbows, upper arms, shoulders, to her chest, and then spread down to the soles of her feet. Her whole body was soaked by the heat, making her feel soft and comfortable.

Chu Li withdrew his palms: "What's wrong?"

Xueling shook his hands in surprise: "What kind of martial arts is this?"

She felt as if she had soaked in a hot bath, her exhaustion was gone, her muscle pain disappeared, and she was filled with strength again.

"Vajra Du E Magic Skill." Chu Li said: "Is it useful?"

"It's really amazing!" Xueling praised.

She left Yuqi Island in a small boat and went to the Martial Arts Hall to get twenty sticks. They were all thick-wristed, solid and fine, and shiny with oil.

Chu Li was very satisfied, these were much stronger.

Under the beating of the wooden stick, he practiced for another whole morning.

Xue Lingxiang was dripping with sweat. She had the Taiyin Technique to protect her body, but wielding the stick required physical strength. Women are naturally weak in physical strength. It was already impressive to be able to hold on for a whole morning.

Three sticks were scrapped. This time she followed suit. She swung one stick three times and immediately replaced it with another to let them breathe. It was indeed much more durable. Even so, three sticks were broken, and another piece of Chu Li's clothes was torn.

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First it was the back, then the chest, then the thighs, arms, and the whole body avoided the head.

On the morning of the third day, after Chu Li finished breakfast and just started practicing, Suru came floating in and brought the seeds of Xuanli grass.

Suru changed into a lake green shirt today, which was particularly refreshing and pleasant.

After Suru came in, she waved her hand, indicating for them to continue, and stood aside to watch.

Xueling swung the wooden stick and hit Chu Li on the back, and the "bang bang" sound kept up the rhythm.

Chu Li practiced the seventy-two postures slowly, without being affected by the stick, calmly and focused, which made Suru speechless.

"What did you come up with?" Suru shook her head and said with a smile: "It's not the kind of external martial arts that you practice horizontally. Is your method good?"

Chu Li said: "It seems to be quite effective so far."

"Okay, it's up to you." Suru came to the small pavilion, put a few small cloth bags on the table, and asked in a loud voice: "Why do you want the seeds of Xuanli grass? And those elixirs, you don't know how.

Practice alchemy!... In addition to the seeds of Xuanli grass, there are also five kinds of spiritual grass. See if you can plant them."

Chu Li expressed his thoughts while practicing.

Suru suddenly realized: "I want to take a medicated bath. The lady has a recipe over there. You can try it."

Chu Li shook his head and said: "Miss's prescription must be very expensive and cannot be used."

"It's indeed quite expensive." Suru nodded. They were all precious elixirs that most people couldn't afford. "But you are a rich man, so you can afford them!"

Chu Li said: "I'll try this recipe first."

"Okay, it's not expensive anyway. Only Xuanli grass is difficult to get, so you can just grow it yourself."

She came to the Tianling Tree, knelt down to take a look, found the buds, and smiled: "When will it grow up?"

"It will be done in one year." Chu Li said: "With the help of three trees, it grows very fast."

"I really want to see how it grows up." Suru said with a smile: "By the way, I have some good news for you, Zhuo Feiyang is out of isolation!"

Chu Li laughed: "Manager, this is not good news!"

"It's time for you to have something to do!" Su Rubai glanced at him and snorted: "Look at how easy and leisurely your life is, and you have beautiful women waiting for you!"

Chu Li pondered: "Has he reached Xiantian?"

Suru said with a smile: "He is indeed a martial arts wizard!"

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The morning sun shines brightly, as does Zhuo Fei's mood.

Wearing a green shirt, he stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, facing the lake breeze, which was cool and refreshing.

This time of retreat, the results were remarkable, and I stepped into the innate realm in one fell swoop.

He was shocked by himself. He didn't expect that his talent was so good and his luck was so good. His self-confidence that had been crippled suddenly came back to life and was even better than before.

Recalling the fight with Chu Li, he calmed down and did not rush out. He also practiced a secret skill - Burning Blood and Burning the Body, the top secret skill that stimulates potential. Once this secret skill is used, all the skills in the whole body will be burned.

Divided into three executions, the martial arts will be enhanced several times.

Once this secret technique is used, even the two Chu Li will be beaten to pieces!

This time, I must give Chu a lesson, and I will not stop until I beat him to the point where he cries for father and mother, and let him know who is stronger!

The boat slowly arrived in front of the martial arts hall, and he floated ashore. Bai Zhijie stopped the boat and looked at his back expectantly. He couldn't avenge his shame this time. The young master had really become a joke. As a guard, he couldn't even lift his head.

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Zhuo Feiyang held his head high and was in high spirits. After entering the martial arts training ground, he quickly found Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying is practicing her sword alone. The sword is elegant, stretched and agile, like a swallow flying over the lake, which is pleasing to the eye.

He strode forward, drew his sword, stepped into the circle, and smiled: "Junior Sister Zhao, look at the sword!"

After saying that, he thrust the sword fiercely, extremely fast.

"Senior Brother Zhuo?!" Zhao Ying didn't expect Zhuo Feiyang to come over suddenly, and subconsciously faced him. Feiyan sword technique was launched, and the two swords touched lightly. She almost let go of the sword, and her eyes widened in surprise. Her inner strength was transmitted to the outside, and her innate

realm!

Fortunately, she has experience in dealing with innate masters. She had fought with Chu Li many times and suffered a lot. Now it is showing its effect. Feiyan's sword technique is becoming more and more agile, and she can find gaps without colliding with his sword.

, no trace can be found.

Zhuo Feiyang stabbed fifteen swords in succession to no avail, and his face suddenly darkened. He originally thought that he could defeat Zhao Ying within ten moves and wash away the shadow of his previous defeat. He never thought that Zhao Ying's Feiyan Sword Technique was so exquisite and would continue like this.

, only with fifty moves can you have a chance of winning.


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