Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 39: Zhao Clan Invitation

Zhou Leng ran forward, and the physical details of Xu Kangan while running emerged in his mind.

It is completely different from those classmates who rely on taking medicine to force themselves through the blood circulation period.

Xu Kangan's body was extremely stable, with almost no unnecessary shaking.

The most important thing is that under the skin of Xu Kangan’s calf, along the direction of the blood vessels, very light purple lines appeared.

That is a sign that the true Qi is integrated into the blood and flows naturally.

In the early stages of blood circulation, the skin is slightly purple.

To nourish Qi, look at your breathing; to circulate blood, look at your skin color.

Zhou Leng made a quick estimate and found that his palm techniques and footwork were first-rate.

In the practical test of the top 16 next Monday, even though the total amount of true Qi and physical strength are slightly weaker, they are not at a disadvantage when facing other blood circulation periods.

Xu Kangan is different.

His realm is real, his strength is real, and the key is that he often goes in and out of the Demon City. His family has a martial arts background, so he must have found a sparring partner, and his actual combat experience may be ten times that of his own.

However, I didn't have much expectations for the practical test.

My goal is to get first place in the monthly exam.

After running for a while, Zhou Leng accelerated for the second time, but when he realized that his true energy was being consumed too quickly, he slowed down slightly.

The mountain road was rugged and Zhou Leng was carrying a heavy load. He was sweating all over and drank water from time to time.

Zhou Leng ran without distraction, waited for the navigation to indicate that he had reached the destination, and looked around.

In the wilderness, at the foot of the green mountains.

There stood a brand new wooden sign in front of us, with three words engraved crookedly on it.

Run back.

"Beast..."

Zhou Leng finally understood why he felt something was wrong just now.

20 kilometers one way.

Going back?
There aren't even any cars here.

It's basically a full marathon with full gear and weights.

Zhou Leng shook his head, turned around and ran back, his speed suddenly decreasing.

There is not much true energy left.

Zhou Leng looked up and saw that in the distance, more than 20 people from the second echelon were running towards here.

When they got closer, Lu Jun waved at Zhou Leng and shouted, "What's going on? Are you still running back?"

Zhou Leng nodded.

Even though the people in the second echelon had taken tonic medicine yesterday and were in the blood circulation period, they were still so angry that they cursed under their breath.

Zhou Leng kept running back, and kept meeting classmates from different classes along the way. Then they all experienced the same reaction, from confusion to astonishment, and then to cursing.

Not long after, Zhou Leng met the instructor who was driving.

Deng Zhijue in the car threw out two bottles of purified water in succession, and Zhou Leng caught them.

"Thank you, instructor." Zhou Leng said.

The two sides passed each other, Deng Zhijue looked ahead and said slowly: "I still haven't squeezed it to the bottom."

Not long after, Zhou Leng met the main team consisting of Feng Wenhao, Wei Hong and others, with more than one hundred people, accounting for more than half of the four classes.

They were still jogging leisurely, talking and laughing.

When Zhou Leng came closer, everyone was confused at first, and then their faces turned darker than each other, as if they were smeared with soy sauce.

Wei Hong shouted: "Zhou Leng, what's going on? Isn't it 20 kilometers?"

"Yes, 20 kilometers to go and 20 kilometers back." Zhou Leng said.

Hundreds of people understood instantly, and the place was in an uproar, with everyone cursing.

"Beastly instructor! Beastly martial arts school!"

Feng Wenhao said with a sad face: "No wonder they gave us marching pills. It's not out of kindness, but because they are afraid that we will die of exhaustion on the road."

"A rebellion!" Wei Hong shouted.

"Liangshan is 800 kilometers away from here."

"That's it."

Zhou Leng ran back to the martial arts hall alone and signed in.

the first.

Get the medicine voucher on the spot.

Zhou Leng took a shower first, then went to the cafeteria to eat listlessly.

Zhou Leng got his meal once, and then got it again after he finished eating. When he got his meal for the third time, the cafeteria auntie was so lazy that she scooped out spoonfuls of braised beef to Zhou Leng.

After eating seven lunches in total, Zhou Leng breathed a sigh of relief.

Comfortable.

The free meal vouchers are really nice.

Be sure to continue to strive for free meal coupons next month.

Zhou Leng sat and scrolled through his phone for a while, then clicked on the video Uncle Li posted on WeChat Moments yesterday.

In the video, the scene turns, and Uncle Li and several uncles of similar age are eating barbecue and singing heroic songs at the dinner table, all with red faces.

Some people were leaning on their chairs with crutches, banging their hands on the edge of the table, and shaking their heads.

The man in sparring clothes, with a black eyepatch covering his left eye, tapped the rim of the cup with chopsticks.

The man in the escort uniform kept his mouth shut, smiled, and nodded slightly.

……

These people were all comrades-in-arms of my father and Uncle Li, and they all gave gifts.

The electronic photo album and rice cooker were both given by them.

Every once in a while, they would go to the Demon City to hunt demons, and more than half of their earnings would be given to the families of their fallen comrades.

Zhou Leng is also one of the beneficiaries.

Zhou Leng liked the video, then left the school, bought some meat and asked the merchant to chop it into pieces, then bought a large cabbage and four boxes of cooked rice. He went to the old house in the village to get the washed pots and pans, and headed straight for the giant frost tree.

After practicing under the tree, throw the meat into the pot and stew it. When it is almost cooked, peel the cabbage, throw away the outer parts, tear the clean cabbage leaves inside into pieces and throw them in. When it is almost ready, pour the rice in, sprinkle with seasonings, and eat it in big mouthfuls after it is ready.

Just eat it.

Dahuang was so envious that he cried.

After Zhou Leng finished eating, he stroked Da Huang for a while, spread his hands, and said, "Da Huang, you are already a big dog, you need to learn how to make money and buy meat by yourself."

Da Huang looked at Zhou Leng blankly.

Zhou Leng poured dog food into Dahuang's dog bowl, rubbed Dahuang's head, and packed up the pots, bowls and kitchen utensils.

Zhou Leng looked around, but unfortunately there was no water here, so he could only go back to the old house in the village to wash.

At that time, the family kept a bungalow in the village. Zhou Leng would occasionally go to clean it but basically never lived there.

Dahuang sat next to the dog food, looking into the distance, thinking about his life as a dog.

Zhou Leng continued to practice, went back to the old house in the morning to wash the kitchen utensils, then did morning exercises, and went to the martial arts hall for the second military training. When the time came, the figure of Class 01's head instructor Deng Zhijue appeared again.

"Today, we only have one military training item."

All the students were unmoved, with empty eyes.

“Climb the winding mountain road of Rugeshan Park ten times.”

Ruge Mountain is more than 300 meters high. Ten round trips are almost equivalent to climbing Mount Tai twice in one day.

Taishan is good at cultivating a type of people who are good at talking tough when going up the mountain and good at shaking their legs when going down the mountain.

The eyes of all the students fluctuated violently, and the fluctuations vaguely formed two words.

animals.

"Today, the top ten will be rewarded with five tonic pills, and the first place will receive an additional five pills, as well as an extra meat and medicinal meal."

Except Zhou Leng, no other student was interested.

The heart is dead.

Under the oppression of the beastly instructors, the new students of the martial arts school continued their nightmare military training.

One day, two days, three days...

Friday night.

The new capital of the Dragon Kingdom, Xiongcheng City.

Yunhua Martial Arts University and many institutions were relocated here from the old capital. They were rebuilt one-to-one based on the old sites, and huge martial arts arenas were built around them, surrounding the entire university.

Inside the martial arts hall for freshmen.

Zhang Xinglie squatted on the ground, holding a 500-kilogram magic barbell, slowly stood up, stood up straight, and slowly put the barbell on the squat rack.

Panting heavily.

He looked at his bulging muscles, then turned his head to look at the words "500 kg" on the barbell and let out a long breath.

No-qi 500kg squats, four sets, 20 times each set, challenge completed.

His highest record for squatting without qigong and without knee binding is over 1000 kilograms.

But for daily squat training, 500 kg is already the limit.

Zhang Xinglie looked at the other students.

Among the 20 students in the same class, half of them are doing 800 kg weight training and are charging towards 1000 kg daily weight training.

His other half, like him, is also trying to do 500 kilograms of daily weight training.

Talent, no gap.

Work hard, there is no gap.

Focus, no gaps.

Intelligence, no gap.

Body, no gap.

Wealth is the only difference.

When he arrived at Yunhua, Zhang Xinglie found out that half of his classmates at Yunhua were not only as good as him in every aspect, but also consumed tens or even hundreds of millions of pills every year.

Zhang Xinglie himself comes from an ordinary family. From elementary school to high school, all the pills and extra income he earned were earned through his own talent and strength.

Especially during the three years of high school, thanks to various awards, scholarships and subsidies, the amount of pills consumed each year actually exceeded three million.

But it is not even a fraction of more than half of the students.

"To enter Yunhua's first echelon, you can only enter the elite training camp. There are still a few months left, and we must get it!"

Zhang Xinglie took a short rest, then walked slowly outside, preparing for a night run.

At this time, a classmate came over and greeted with a smile: "Zhang Xinglie."

Zhang Xinglie also smiled and responded: "Zhao Le."

In addition to recruiting martial arts students, Yunhua Wuda also recruits liberal arts students, art students, etc. Among them, the liberal arts students mostly choose the path of martial arts research.

Zhao Le is a student of both arts and science at Yunhua, from the College of Divinity and Literature, and lives in the dormitory next to Zhang Xinglie.

"Talk while running." Zhao Le said.

"it is good."

Zhao Le followed Zhang Xinglie and asked as he ran, "Did you get the spot for the elite training camp?"

Zhang Xinglie shook his head and said, "For this kind of top training camp, half of the places have already been reserved, and only a very small number of people can get in for the other half. I can only be considered a candidate, and if I want to get a place, I need to continue to work hard."

Zhao Le sighed and said, "Your talent is top-notch even in Yunhua, but it's a pity that you don't have the resources to cultivate. First, you don't have elixirs, and second, you don't have the guidance of a master. Otherwise, you would have easily gotten the spot."

"It doesn't matter. Even if I don't get a place, I can still continue to practice." There was no regret in Zhang Xinglie's tone.

"But it will eventually slow down your progress."

"Some things can't be rushed." Zhang Xinglie glanced at Zhao Le.

Zhao Le smiled and said, "Then I won't beat around the bush. Tomorrow, the third son of the Zhao family will have a banquet and specially invite the young talents of Xiongcheng. Would you like to come?"

"Which third son of the Zhao family?"

"In this world, there is only one Zhao family that can be called the Zhao family."

"Zhao family?" Zhang Xinglie's eyes trembled.

"Of course. There is only one person who can be called the Third Young Master of the Zhao Family, and that is the third son of the current Patriarch of the Zhao Family, Zhao Tong."

Zhang Xinglie said with emotion: "The Zhao Clan is truly the top martial clan. Back then, Zhou Leng and I, along with a bunch of friends, used dirt as incense and worshipped the Three Saints of Mount Tai."

Wu Duanxiong, Wan Yumin, Zhao Dongjun.

"The old generation of human martial saints have either died or been seriously injured, and their families have fallen. However, Zhao Sheng has been practicing in seclusion for many years, and the Zhao family's prestige remains. The current Zhao family head has reached the peak of the Grandmaster, and it is said that he will soon become a martial saint."

Zhang Xinglie said, "In the more than one month in Xiongcheng, I have frequently heard of the Zhao family's reputation."

"Through my recommendation, Third Master Zhao learned that you are extremely powerful and aspire to achieve the ultimate martial arts, so he developed a talent for you. He said that a talent like you should be given a place in the training camp."

Zhang Xinglie was silent.

Zhao Le struck while the iron was hot and said, "You are not the only one attending the banquet this time. There are also Zhuang Wenhua who ranked seventh on the national freshman list, Qi Daosheng who ranked thirty-fourth, and Yue Weiguo who ranked forty-second. As for other talents, there are countless."

Zhang Xinglie sighed and said, "Unfortunately, I have something important to do tomorrow and have to go back to Rucheng. I won't be able to attend the banquet in time."

"Rucheng? What is more important than the Third Master Zhao?"

"My brother's business."

"You are really a man who values friendship, but is this friendship really that great enough to surpass the invitation from Mr. Zhao San?"

Zhang Xinglie smiled and did not answer.

Zhao Le said: "After all, you are not from Xiongcheng, and you don't know much about the military faction and the power of the Zhao family. For Mr. Zhao San, a place in the elite training camp is just a matter of words."

Zhang Xinglie said: "I may not know much about other Wu clans, but it's different for the Zhao clan. I grew up reading Zhao Dongjun's Miscellaneous Works. Our respect for Zhao Sheng is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"Since you admire Zhao Sheng so much, why don't you accept the invitation to the banquet from Mr. Zhao San?"

“How should I put it? Perhaps I admire Zhao Sheng too much, so it feels a little unreal.”

"Now, this opportunity is right in front of you. The choice you make today will determine how far you can go in the future."

Zhang Xinglie said, "Please apologize to Mr. Zhao San on my behalf and tell him that I have to go back to Rucheng urgently. If I give up my brothers for Mr. Zhao San, then I can also give up Mr. Zhao San for others, right?"

(End of this chapter)