C6 Middle-stage Samurai

After returning to his room, Yun Fei quickly finished flipping through the two cultivation techniques and started thinking about the contents of the Qi Drawing Spell meridian chapter.

"There are only 12 major meridians in here, and there are also 8 extraordinary meridians?"

"Are the people here different from the people on Earth? There are not many acupuncture points and meridians, but they are still not discovered."

"The Dantian is used to store vital energy. Circulating vital energy from the Dantian is used to open the meridians."

Yun Fei thought in his heart. Suddenly, his dantian appeared in his consciousness. There was a milky white fog inside, and in the middle, there was a rice grain-sized Little Grey Ball.

When his consciousness moved outside his Dantian, he saw that there were several thin tubes connected to the Dantian on the outer wall.

"This is the meridians?" There was a thin film covering the area where the connection was connected, but it was not connected.

"Internal inspection! I can look inside!" Yun Fei, who had regained his senses, was a little absent-minded. He took a deep breath and calmed his heart.

"Isn't it only after all the acupoints have been opened that the Dantian can be opened and true qi can enter it?" "What is the milky white gas in my Dantian? And that Little Grey Ball..."

"I don't care anymore. Let's open my acupoints first."

Yun Fei sat cross-legged on the bed and began to use the True Qi cone to open the acupoint.

In the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Yun Fei had opened 20 acupoints, 11 of which were marked on the scroll.

After successfully opening the 36 acupuncture points marked on the scroll, all of a sudden, the natural energy in the room rushed towards Yun Fei. All of the opened acupuncture points kept breathing in and out the zhen Qi. The zhen Qi spread to the skin and flesh, tempering the body and advancing to the Mid Martial Disciple.

"I can't fall asleep again." Yun Fei stopped and thought of the Tyrant Body Spell in his mind.

"This Tyrant Body Spell is really masochistic!" Yun Fei couldn't help but be speechless.

The Skin Refining technique was constantly slapping himself, just like one of Shaolin's 72 ultimate techniques, the Body Tempering technique. They were both used to make the muscles firm and firm.

The calcining of bones was even more excessive. One used an iron rod wrapped in soft skin to hit the bones, or swung his arm to hit, whip his leg to kick, and rub his body against the iron pillar or stone wall wrapped in soft skin.

Practicing the Tyrant Body Spell also required the assistance of medicinal herbs. Every day, one would take a medicinal bath, and also use true qi to circulate and temper one's body.

After completing the Tyrant Body Spell, the copper skin and iron bones would become impenetrable, and the tendons and tendons would become tougher. Compared to the same stage, the physical body would be much stronger, and most of them could jump ranks to fight.

"I think I should read the Tendon Changing Scripture. It's a cultivation technique that is almost legendary in Wuxia novels, and it can be cultivated both internally and externally."

Yun Fei silently thought about the complete text of the Tendon Changing Scripture, as well as some reference documents that his grandfather had compiled. It also included the insights of a few Shaolin eminent monks. He didn't know where the Peking University Library had gathered them.

There were a total of twelve styles of Tendon Changing Scripture, which were Wei Chuang Chuang's Three Postures, Star Picking Change Dou, Three Plate Landing, Claws Bright Wings, Nine Ghost Pulling Saber, Green Dragon Claws, Crouching Tiger pouncing on food, groveling, tail-tripping, and so on and so forth. The Nine Ghost Drawing Saber, Nine Ghost Drawing Saber, Green Dragon Claws, Crouching Tiger pouncing on food, groveling, tail-tripping, and so on. One had to pay attention to internal cultivation. One had to use internal energy to temper the flesh and bones, purifying the marrow and replacing the blood, forming the Primeval Golden Body.

"I still need to open up my meridians to cultivate the Tendon Changing Scripture."

Yun Fei focused on practicing the Eight Trigrams of the Eight Trigrams of the Circulatory Cycle Revolution. He jumped off the bed and stretched his body. Just as he was about to leave the room, Zhong Ying pushed open the door and entered. She then went out to play with the little girl.

After lunch, Yun Fei and the little girl went to the martial arts field of Zhong Family. The martial arts field was wide and was as big as two football fields. The weapons zone, the training zone, the battle zone, and so on were divided. In the middle, there was a 20-30 meter square. The ring was as tall as a person.

Zhong Hu and the group of guards saw Yun Fei and Zhong Ying coming, and they all came over to greet them. Needless to say, Zhong Ying was cute, and she had never messed with the temper of a young lady. She was the favorite and favorite of everyone.

These guards were very respectful to Zhong Wuli and even worshiped him. In addition, Luo Yanran was kind and very good to them, so they were very grateful to Yun Fei for risking his life to save Luo Yanran. They were very friendly to Yun Fei.

In the past, Yun Fei had always stayed indoors. Other than practicing the Eight Duan Jin, he had almost never trained.

Although his body was also very healthy due to practicing the Eight Stage Jin, his face was pale and thin. Especially when compared to these sturdy guards, he looked very weak.

"You're not afraid when facing a life and death situation, good job!"

"I admire you for risking your life to block the arrow for my wife."

"My wife saved my family. You saved my wife. My life is yours now."

...

Yun Fei cupped his fist and greeted everyone with a smile on his face.

Zhong Hu looked at Yun Fei with a smile on his face. Initially, he was just grateful to Yun Fei. After learning about his monstrous talent in cultivation in the morning, he made up his mind to guide Yun Fei wholeheartedly.

"As long as this kid doesn't die prematurely, he will definitely become a world-shaking big shot. At that time, he will think about how he was even taught and trained by such a big shot. Hehe, this is fun..."

"Uncle Hu, what are you laughing like that for? Saliva is about to flow out. " Zhong Ying tugged at the hem of Zhong Hu's clothes.

"Don't call me Uncle Hu. Call me Uncle Hu." Zhong Hu subconsciously wiped his mouth and picked Zhong Ying up.

"Grandfather calls you Little Hu. You are older than my father, so I have to call you Uncle Hu."

As the little girl spoke, she used her two chubby little hands to rub Zhong Hu's face.

"Alright, you little fellow." Zhong Hu's large hands gently rubbed Zhong Ying's head and put the little girl down.

"Yun Fei, you have good talent in cultivation, but your constitution seems to be a little weak. Let's go. I will take you to test your physical strength and make a plan for you."

He led Yun Fei to a two-meter tall black signboard. It was unknown what material the black signboard was made of, but on the right side of the signboard, there was a row of scale lines from top to bottom.

"Bang." Zhong Hu casually hit the plaque, and a red pillar of light rose from the right side. It stopped when he pointed to a scale, and after a dozen breaths, the pillar of light dissipated.

"This is a test of striking strength. Just now, the red light indicated 1100 jun, which means that my striking strength just now was 1100 jun."

Zhong Hu nodded at Yun Fei and said, "Yun Fei, try it. Try your best to hit it. This one is a little elastic and won't hurt your fist."

"Okay."

Yun Fei came to the front of the sign. He slightly separated his legs and squatted down. He twisted his waist and threw a punch. "Bang!" Yun Fei felt like he hit a leather cushion. A red light pillar rose to the right.

"115 jun?! Did I make a mistake?" One of the guards opened his mouth in an exaggerated manner.

"Mid Martial Disciple is only around 80 jun."

"Didn't he cultivate before? Not even Martial Disciple."

"This kid looks so thin and weak, and he has such great strength?!"

"Mr. Yun Fei is awesome!" Zhong Ying jumped her feet and clapped.

...

The Inch Punch in Segmented Fist, and the Inch Punch in Wing Chun, suddenly flashed in Yun Fei's mind. If he used these techniques, he should be able to increase the strength of his punches.

"Forget it today, I'll try again next time." Yun Fei shook his head and muttered to himself.