Relying on the nourishment of medicinal materials and the maintenance of internal strength, Zhuo Mufeng's shoulder injury has been completely healed.
And using this period of hard training, he finally completely opened up the Taiyin Lung Meridian in his hands, and his cultivation level reached the first level as expected, increasing his martial pillar value by 1,000 points.
With his luck in hand, Zhuo Mufeng punched out.
Amidst the roaring wind, the branches ten feet away swayed a few times, and dozens of leaves fell off.
"My current internal strength should be far better than Li Gang's back then."
In the same realm, there are differences in the strength and weakness of internal strength.
People who practice two-star internal strength are definitely stronger than those who practice one-star internal strength. In addition, it is also related to the storage capacity of the Dantian. This is the talent that everyone talks about.
Now that he is still at the first level, Zhuo Mufeng cannot see his talent, so he can only pray that it will not be too bad.
The Mozhu Gang is developing steadily. With monthly income, the house has been expanded several times, and the number of people in the gang has officially reached 500.
Since 300 new people were recruited, the power pillar value showed 300 points, and Zhuo Mufeng did not convert it into a force pillar value for the time being.
He vaguely felt that since the Martial Pillar value would be automatically upgraded every time it reached an integer value, the same principle should apply to the Power Pillar value.
He wanted to see what the outcome would be.
Boo hoo hoo…
Zhuo Mufeng was practicing his sword in the yard as usual, but this time it was different. Whenever he drew his sword, his internal energy attached to the sword, and there seemed to be a sign of condensation.
It's not that he did this deliberately, it's more like a natural result after his power transport skills have reached a certain level.
Zhuo Mufeng did not stop him, but followed this feeling and drew his sword. At a certain moment, his inner strength suddenly condensed, and the sword protruded an inch. With a scoff, it easily penetrated the big tree that the two of them were hugging.
Zhuo Mufeng was shocked.
His internal strength and swordsmanship had not improved, so why did the lethality of this sword suddenly increase?
"You, you guy, what were you doing just now?"
At the entrance of the courtyard, Hu Lai, who had been sleeping in flowers and willows for a night, had big dark circles under his eyes. He originally wanted to come to Zhuo Mufeng to exchange some money, but when he saw the scene just now, he was so shocked that he forgot his purpose.
Pulling out the sword with force, Zhuo Mufeng asked: "Old Hu, you are more familiar with martial arts than me. Do you know what happened just now?"
Hu Lai resisted the urge to curse and walked closer and said, "Show it again for me." After saying that, he stared at Zhuo Mufeng without blinking.
Seeing his serious look, Zhuo Mufeng knew that the matter was of great importance. He tried ten times in a row before he regained the feeling and stabbed out with his sword.
puff!
The tip of the sword penetrated the tree trunk and was pushed forward another foot before stopping.
Hu Lai took a big breath and shouted angrily: "God, you are so unfair. You actually let this kid realize the first level of martial arts. Are you jealous that I am more handsome, stronger than him, and more capable than him? But this
It's not my fault."
"What is the first level of martial arts?"
Zhuo Mufeng had no time to pay attention to the other party's boasting.
Hu Lai scolded for a while before explaining: "The realm of martial arts is different from the realm of cultivation. It simply refers to the control of power. What you just performed was clearly the first level of martial arts, turning into radiance!
A warrior who understands this state can effectively gather his internal energy together at the moment of making a move, greatly increasing the destructive power of the move. Boss Zhuo, you can't see that."
All doubts disappeared in Zhuo Mufeng's mind.
The internal power of a general warrior cannot be said to be loose, but after it is exerted, it will inevitably flow out everywhere. But if the internal power is extremely well controlled, it may not be impossible to concentrate it within a certain range.
The same force, different volume of impact, the power is naturally different.
"Your kid is only sixteen years old. Is he really a genius?"
Hu Lai circled Zhuo Mufeng.
As far as he knew, there were very few warriors in the world who had understood the essence of transformation. Those who could understand it before the age of twenty were basically heroes with good backgrounds.
Compared with those people, Zhuo Mufeng's resources are pitiful, which further highlights his difficulties.
Zhuo Mufeng's family knew about his family affairs. He must have practiced too many one-star martial arts and two-star martial arts, and he had practiced each to the highest level. After long-term accumulation, he had reached this point naturally.
However, it seems that he has not yet truly comprehended the transformation of Jingmang. He can only succeed once in ten times, and it requires a long time of brewing.
After getting the answer, Zhuo Mufeng ignored Hu Lai and started practicing again and again.
"The guy who burns bridges!"
Seeing this, Hu Lai could only leave in anger and shock.
After several days of practice, Zhuo Mufeng is basically guaranteed to succeed once in five times, and the brewing time has been shortened a lot. However, if you want to really do whatever you want, you still need a lot of practice.
On this day, a policeman came to invite Zhuo Mufeng to Songya Yuefu, saying that it was Ling Fei's wish.
In the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Songya Yuefu was well-known to passers-by and was known as a paradise for men. It was also a romantic place, and compared with it, Wanxiang Tower was the difference between a roadside shop and a top club.
I heard that one trip there is worth the cost of a family of five for a month.
"Brother Ling, did you say anything?"
Although he wanted to see it, Zhuo Mufeng still maintained the demeanor of a gentleman.
"I heard that the two top masters on the Earth Spirit Ranking are preparing to compete at Songya Yuefu tonight. Many big shots in Gusu City have gone there. Ling Capt. has already reserved a seat, and Gang Leader Zhuo can do it while he's there.
Wouldn’t it be nice to watch the battle while watching it?”
Seeing the vulgar look of the other party swallowing his saliva, Zhuo Mufeng secretly lamented that people's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and how could he be a part of it: "An upright person like me is really not suitable for a place like that.
But it’s rare to see two masters fighting, so I’ll just go there, but don’t arrange a beautiful woman for me.”
On the way the two left, they happened to bump into Hu Lai and Mr. Zhang. The two prostitutes, covered with scent, were discussing which girl from Wanxianglou was better, which gave Zhuo Mufeng a strong sense of superiority.
"Boss Zhuo, where are you going?"
Hu Lai had a great time last night and asked with a smile.
"Oh, brother, I'm treating you to dinner."
"I said, Boss Zhuo, you are already a grown-up. Why do you hang out with men all day long? You may not be able to find a wife in the future. Do you want me to pay for it and take you to Wanxiang House to eat meat?"
Hu Lai and Mr. Zhang looked at each other and laughed.
Zhuo Mufeng said shyly: "Thank you, Brother Hu, for your kindness. I don't like that. Brother Han, the girls from Songya Yuefu won't be as fierce as Wanxianglou, right?"
The policeman on the side chuckled and said, "It's true that they carry weapons, but they are always very gentle to their guests."
"I can rest assured that."
Looking at the background of the two people leaving, Hu Lai and Mr. Zhang looked at me, in a serious downtime. Did they hear something wrong just now?
…
Songya Music Mansion is located in the central area of Gusu City, surrounded by rivers on three sides, covering an area of more than 200 acres. There is a courtyard within a courtyard, like a water wonderland. Under the illumination of palace lanterns, it attracts people passing by to stop and look up.
It's a pity that not many people really have the confidence to go in.
The entrance is not like other brothels, where there is a turtle soliciting customers, and there are only two rows of guards. After enough money is paid, the attendants with extraordinary temperament lead the entry.
Along the way, there were elegant piano sounds, bursts of silk and bamboo, and every scene and thing had a strong aroma of books. Occasionally, a graceful and neatly dressed woman walked by with a smile, which opened Zhuo Mufeng's eyes.
This is not a romantic occasion, it is clearly more like a gathering place for literati. With such a layout, it is no wonder that it was famous in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.