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Of course, the Iron Palm Art that Zhu Ci mastered was only a skill, not a move. Furthermore, he did not know about the circulation of the Iron Palm Art, and the Great Heaven Spiritual Acupuncture Point was also the upper dantian of a human body. Unfortunately, he could not freely use the hot air in the Great Heaven Spiritual Acupuncture Point. If he really knew how to refine this heat at the Great Spirit Point, then there would probably be a person that used the Great Spirit Point as a place to hide the Qi in his dantian. It has to be said that there was a general consensus among all martial artists that the hidden energy was formed by the four acupuncture points, Guan Yuan, Yin Jiao, Qi Hai, and Shi Men. It was called the Dantian, but he didn't know that before the Song Dynasty, when martial arts were already flourishing, there were people who took different paths. There was a Dantian hidden between the brows, a middle Dantian hidden inside the heart, and three inches of Qi hidden under the navel. It was a pity that the martial arts of future generations were declining, and it was not easy to cultivate the Upper and Middle Dantian. Thus, only the Dantian Qi Cultivation Method remained in the Martial Forest.

He thought Zhu Chi had already mastered the Iron Palm Art, so he didn't let him practice it any further. This Iron Palm Art was only a second-rate outer martial art in the martial arts world, yet he had already mastered it.

If a person who knew Qigong cultivated Qigong to a certain level, then by using a few methods of operating the hidden Qigong, they would be able to move the Qigong to the body surface, greatly increasing the body's defensive capabilities, and even causing the weapon force that was attacked to slip to the side. For example, experts like the strange man in the Danxia Mountains and Zhang Tianling, Zhu Ci's cheap master, could channel their zhenqi into their bodies and form an unbreakable layer of wind. This was the defensive energy of the body.

Macroscopically speaking, Zhu Ci could not cultivate Qi Art and naturally could not possess protective zhen Qi. However, he thought of a way to directly increase the resistance of the muscles and skin to blows. To put it bluntly, it was to make use of the adaptability of the human body.

When the body is frequently exposed to an excessive stimulus, the body and nerves become numb to the stimulus and adapt to it.

Although the principle was simple and straightforward, it was cruel and bloody in its implementation. Macro had trained Trueshot in this way before, but it was only enough.

However, for the first time, Macro was holding two wooden sticks and repeatedly hitting the half-naked Zhu Chi.

At that time, for fear of hurting his own disciple, the force contained in the stick that hit Zhu Ci felt like it was tickling him. "Seeing this strange scene, macro can only muster mystical Qi, swing the wooden stick, and swing it towards Zhu Ci with wind." With a "pa" sound, Zhu Ci Ma did not react. He only pretended to be in pain.

Macro gritted his teeth again and no longer held back. The back that he had hit multiple times immediately swelled up with a red mark. However, it disappeared a moment later. However, because he was in the middle of circulating his Qi, he did not discover this strange phenomenon. He saw that the expression on Zhu Ci's face was still slightly pained, but he still stood at attention and did not tremble.

This was already the power of more than ten years of cultivating the Mysterious Technique. Although he had only trained to the fifth stage of the Mysterious Technique, he had been tired for a long time and his power was not low at all. After thinking about it, the stick in his hand rained down on Zhu Ci's entire body. From the sound of his teeth grinding, he must have channeled all his internal energy. The strength of the stick could still be seen from the gradually rising wind. It turned out that in the martial arts world, the power of the Xuan Skill could be considered as the second rate to the first level. One had to operate the Xuan Skill for a period of time before it could produce strong wind in the moves.

How was this even training? It was like a huge torture to the government — a staff punishment. The cane only hit the thickest and thickest part of the human body, but other than going to the underworld, Zhu Ci was hit in the head as well.

But no matter how hard Macro attacked him, except for the red marks all over his body, he didn't fall down. Rather, it was his heavy stick that prevented him from falling asleep on the ground.

"Don't you have a biochemical body? Why are there red scars all over his body? It turned out that the recovery speed of his biochemical body was extremely fast at first, but later on, the recovery speed was actually lagging behind."

He looked at his disciple's fading red body and then slumped down weakly, telling him to put on his clothes and go to the kitchen to eat. He had spent the whole morning eating, but he didn't know if he still had anything to eat. For someone as close as his master to ask him to do such manual labor, he couldn't help but inwardly lament the carelessness of accepting a disciple.

By the time Zhu Ci had taken the medicine from the macro hand, his self-healing ability was almost fully operational. His skin was no longer sore and numb, and there was not a single trace of red, swollen, and purple on his body. If he undressed now and showed it to Macro, the caretaker would frighten him out of his wits.

At first, no one realized it, but in the end, the disciples of the Great Rock Mountain all heard about it, and they thought it was because of the reputation of Zhu Ci, the trash, who was beaten by his master for his lack of progress in his internal energy training. As a result, the three boys practiced even more diligently, in case they were beaten up by their real master, their internal energy actually improved by a lot in a short period of time.

Compared to the small progress made by the three boys, Zhu Ci's improvement was enormous. Of course, what he improved was not his internal energy, but his ability to resist attacks. At this point, he was no longer able to leave scars on his body, although he was tired, but he was still very happy. After eating lunch with his disciple, he did not rest at noon, and instead brought him to a huge pit.

He saw that the big hole was covered with iron sand, which was very scary. "You've pretty much finished practicing the Diamond Gate Technique," he said. "Now jump inside and run. "Don't worry, the iron sand's depth is not higher than your lower body." He thought to himself, "Preparing these really took a lot of time and effort on his part, as well as his poor purse." He had to spend a lot of money just to get this much iron sand to carry him up the mountain. Moreover, they had to spend a lot of pocket money.

Zhu Ci, of course, had no choice but to do so. She didn't know if she would get into trouble this time, but if there was any damage, she would still have to settle the score with Lin Feng.

Although it was impossible to run around in the iron sand pool, and he could only move slowly, he could only supervise the movement for a while before sneaking back to sleep. Although he had been practicing the mystical arts less recently, but during the long process of hitting Zhu Chi, his inner strength had a lot of potential which was not inferior to that of training his inner force at night.

Losing his supervision, Zhu Ci, of course, wouldn't be lazy. He looked around to see that there was no one around, and then, without hiding his biochemical power, he really started running in the iron sand pool, but he was still jogging. With the huge resistance of the iron sand, that was terrifying.

When he finally reached Zhu Chi, he no longer had the strength to move, and his lower body was covered with bruises and bruises. He crawled back to his dorm, and even his chickens were falling apart, making obvious progress, and he fell asleep on the floor before he even ate. When he woke up in the middle of the night, his stomach growled, and Zhu Ci snuck into the kitchen to eat a big meal, only then did he find out that there were no more wounds on his body.

After half a month, the iron sand had not reached the point below Zhu Ci's neck. He looked at Zhu Chi as he moved quickly forward, thinking to himself, "I'll see how you can still move now." If he tried to run into the pool himself, he would not be able to move. He knew how terrifying Zhu Ci's strength was. In fact, he was still a bit worried. One of the benefits of practicing Inner Qi was that it did not have external skills, and that was to delay the aging of the body. For example, that old geezer from the monastery. If he hadn't practiced his internal energy to the Great Perfection Stage, he wouldn't have been able to run on the cliff as fast as he could.

Even so, he still had full confidence in his so-called outer sect martial arts cultivation technique. At least before Zhu Ci's thirties or forties, when he had the most physical strength and energy, he could easily reach the peak of outer sect martial artists. As for whether or not, after years of training in the outer sect, the cumulative disease that Zhu Ci would suffer from during her years of training in the outer court would break out, this was something that the Minister could not afford to take into account. He could only imagine that he would be the only one in the Dao Path who could teach an outer sect martial arts master. At the very least, he might be able to reach the realm equivalent to a first-rate expert in the future. He had never fought against Zhu Chi before, so of course he didn't know where the disciple's level was. He even used the martial arts rating from outside the martial arts world to calculate Zhu Ci's strength. Of course, if the two of them were to really fight, he would never do something like his disciple beating up his master. Therefore, he must be very grateful to his master.

Before he put on his clothes, his skin had already started to recover quickly. Compared to when he first started cultivating, he had improved a lot, and as he slowly walked to the kitchen, he saw that there were still quite a few people around today. Since he could eat in the dining hall, he turned around and walked towards the dining hall.

Upon entering, he realized that there were many more people. Most of the people from the Great Rock Mountain Sect had gathered in the dining hall.

All along, there had been a table and a few chairs at the head of the dining hall, but no one had dared to sit there. There were four people sitting there, one of them looking like a meatball, of course, the one sitting next to him was a beautiful woman with a head taller than the other, who was very handsome and had an air of elegance. She looked to be in her thirties, and of course, Zhu Ci couldn't have guessed that she was in her late fifties, riding two young men next to the dignified woman, one young, one young, one young, the other young girl dressed in blue. "Both of them had bright eyes like water, high noses, and moving spirits.

As for the other disciples, they all followed the rules and stood at attention. They were not as upright as they usually were, and at this moment, their attention was all on the top of the storefront.

The storekeeper came in and sat down without a word of greeting. He was so angry that he said to Macro, "How did your disciple teach you? Do you not know the rules?"

Although he was nervous, he had already understood. Patting Zhu Ci on the head, Zhu Ci bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple greets Grand Preceptor's ancestor, Grand Preceptor's wife, and all the other grandmasters and grandmasters."

He just bowed and his face changed, but then he remembered that this disciple was a piece of trash, he might not be smart enough, or else he would not be able to cultivate inner force. He waved his sleeves and snorted, and when the beautiful woman beside him saw this, she quickly said: "Alright, we're all on the same side, there's no need to be overly polite, take out the rice bowl, let's eat!"

"Hur hur." The little girl dressed in red revealed the curves of her youth without a doubt. The little girl dressed in red, Si Qin Shi, smiled as she walked over to Zhu Ci who was holding a bowl of food.

She flashed up to him and looked him right and left, and when he saw that her little face was clean and pretty and her nose straight and lovely, he smiled at her, but the lovely face was still there in front of his eyes, and though she was young, the beauty of the embryo had come into view, and he saw that the girl he was engaged to in Danxia was so beautiful, and now he saw a girl of the same age, so beautiful, from the future, when she was blushing.

"Ha," as if she had found a treasure, she crossed her waist with one hand and pointed at him with the other. Then she covered her mouth and laughed: "Mom, look, he must have seen my beauty and blushed!"

Zhu Ci's face became even redder from her awkwardness. It was even better than the butt of the monkey. Laughter came from the dining hall. The dignified woman walked over and held her daughter. She also covered her mouth and scolded, "Qin Shi, you are not allowed to bully your grandnephew." When she said the words' grand-nephew, 'she couldn't control her smile either. It was as if she hadn't seen such low seniority disciples in the Great Rock Mountain ever since she had gone up the mountain.

Si Qin Shi stuck out her tongue, feeling quite dissatisfied with her mother's education. She let go of her little hand, gently let go of her mother, and walked to Zhu Ci's side. She acted like an old man and said, "Be good, little nephew grandson. Hurry up and call me grandaunt."

At first, Zhu Ci was confused and wanted to call her Martial Aunt when she heard that. She was stunned for a moment and then became angry. She didn't know what to say.

When Si Qin Shi saw that his face was even lower than before, an angry look appeared on Hei Jun's face. She pressed his face closer and met his gaze with her own.

It was the first time Zhu Chi had ever been stared like this by a little girl. He thought to himself, "A man, seeing that the other party is a girl, he doesn't care about it and hurriedly retreated." He saluted and said, "Apologies!"

Among the four new boys, three of them were at least eight years old. Only one of them was younger than her and wanted to come and take a look a long time ago. He had only suppressed his mother's cultivation so that she wouldn't have to worry too much about him. Only now did he realize that she wasn't a petty person, even though he didn't address her as' senior granduncle '. However, for the sake of the title of Martial Ancestor, he still had to get back at them. Thus, he said, "Yo, little nephew Sun, you really have no rules!"

Zhu Ci inwardly shouted, "Little girl, f * ck!"

Seeing him ignore her, Si Qin Shi cried out. She imitated Zhu Ci's master and said in a lecturing tone, "Apprentice Nephew Zhou, how did your disciple teach you? Don't you know the rules!"

He didn't know how to answer, so he just nodded his head. He had been bullied quite a bit by this naughty girl.

The beautiful woman was originally known as "Pao Yi", but after she married the extremely outstanding Shi Pai of the same generation, she returned to the vulgar and called back her real name: Zhong Yi. Zhong Yi saw that Si Xin had almost finished messing around, so she pulled her daughter over and said, "Stop messing around. Your father has an important matter to announce."

Seeing his wife and daughter return to their seats, the storekeeper faked a cough and said, "In another year, I will send out the 'Three Factions Gathering' martial exam. At that time, don't embarrass yourself and embarrass me!"

All the disciples bowed in unison, "Greetings."