He stuffed all the buns into his arms. Lin Zhao carried the fishing rod and the fish basket back to the town. When he passed the bookstore in Qian Street, he saw a middle-aged scholar wearing a gray-white gown standing there, wearing a bookish atmosphere. He was one of the few scholars in the town. The owner of the bookstore, Qin Suihan, not only sells serious knowledge collections, but also includes three-character classics, thousands of characters to the Book of Rites Spring and Autumn. In addition, there are many gangsters and strange novels, so children who have read books in the town like to hang out in the bookstore, holding books in groups, reading them, not buying them. They are all geniuses who are born to awaken their bloodlines.

Qin Suihan stood at the intersection of the street in front of the bookstore and had already seen Lin Zhao. So he smiled slightly, looked at Lin Zhao's fish catch and the bulging buns in his arms, and bowed from a scholar from a distance.

Lin Zhao was slightly stunned, immediately put down the fish basket and fishing rod, and also gave a similar bow to Qin Suihan in a regular manner.

Immediately, he took the guy and rushed into the back streets and alleys.

...

Qin Suihan's figure was a little faded, and an old man in a gray long gown appeared beside him. He narrowed his eyes, looked at Lin Zhao's back, and smiled: "It's true that he is no longer Lin Zhao before. His soul is very different. Is it the legendary body-taking?"

"Maybe that's the case."

Qin Suihan is unanimous.

The old man in gray sneered: "You watched Lin Zhao grow up with your own eyes, and now you are watching him being taken over. How dare you say that you can really be indifferent? If he did not return the gift just now, would you have already taken action to kill this soul of the body-taking? "

Qin Suihan smiled faintly and turned to look at him: "It is said that doctors have parents' hearts. Why are you, a doctor, so murderous? "

"What is a life for people like you and me?"

"Hmph~~~ Just kill me? Have you forgotten the sword behind him?"

Qin Suihan waved his hand and went straight to the bookstore. The old man in gray shook his head, then his body shook, and quietly disappeared on the streets at dusk.

...

Lin Zhao returned to his residence excitedly, cooked fish soup, and then ate five big buns in one breath. It was a long-lost meal. He was almost unable to hold on. Then he gave up. After a while, he was still carrying an ancient sword on his back and stood a boxing stud in the yard. The boxing stud of the farmer's three-fold punch is very simple, just like an old farmer cutting wheat. His posture is a bit strange, but the key is that his breath is steady and his boxing intention is lengthy.

After a while, he looked at the courtyard door and felt helpless. The courtyard door was kicked. Zhao Jin did not come to repair it, so he could only do it himself. So he found some wood and sticks, temporarily blocked the gap in the courtyard door, and then continued to practice boxing.

Until before going to bed, Lin Zhao had tried dozens of punches, sweating all over, and washed himself with a bucket of water. Then he went to bed. When he was lying down, he could vaguely feel the true energy flowing in his body, and the true energy in the sea of ​​qi began to fill up. In conjunction with the Farmer's three punches, he was indeed different from the past.

...

The next morning, I woke up early.

On a new day, keep busy with food!

After eating three buns for breakfast, plus a little fish soup, after eating and drinking, I continued to practice boxing several times while I was refreshed in the morning. When the boxing stance was pulled open, I had a boxing style that was about to enter the house. When the true energy was running all over my body and the boxing intention was flowing, it was full of killing. Although Lin Zhao had been burned through the sea of ​​Qi and could not practice martial arts before, he had been practicing boxing for many years. In fact, the Farmer's boxing intention of the three boxing had accumulated for seven or eight years, and was definitely not comparable to that of a novice who practice boxing.

As for the martial arts, Lin Zhao has already understood it one by one after a little bit of integration with the young man’s memory.

In this world, the human race mainly lives in the south of the continent, and the north is occupied by the monsters, demons, monsters, and ghosts. As for the Tianchi Ridge, where the town is located, it is just on the dividing of humans and evil spirits. The Great Chen Dynasty, which has been destroyed, forms the Tianchi Army here. On the one hand, it fights against the evil spirits in the north, and on the other hand, it deals with the Great Shang Dynasty in the south, and lives in the gaps in the world.

There are two categories of martial arts in the world.

The first type is spiritual cultivation, which means that monks absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth, refine it for their own use, and seek the Tao step by step to reach the sky. There are also many categories of spiritual cultivation, including legendary sword cultivators, Confucianism, military schools, Taoism, Mohism, etc. Generally speaking, spiritual cultivation requires a large amount of spiritual energy to be raised, and each spiritual cultivation requires a large amount of heavenly materials and earth treasures to reach the sky step by step.

Spiritual cultivation is divided into fifteen realms, 1-5 realms are: condensation of energy, heart movement, consecration, fasting, and divine sect. They are called the lower five realms, and 6-10 realms are: Zifu, Cave Xu, Jindan, Nascent Soul, and Galaxy, which are called the middle five realms, and the upper five realms are truly top cultivators. Basically, with the cognition of the young Lin Zhao, they cannot even reach the realm name.

Therefore, it is a lot of money to become a spiritual practitioner. Unless it is a sect on the mountain, some prominent families can afford it, and ordinary families don’t have to consider it at all.

It is precisely because of this that the second type of martial arts practice has been derived.

Warrior.

The so-called martial artist is just a breath of true energy. The martial artist does not seek resonance with heaven and earth, does not seek to integrate the great way, but only seeks to practice a piece of copper and iron bones, only seeks to practice two fists to open the sun and the moon, a breath of true energy, and a set of boxing techniques. A martial artist who truly reaches the pinnacle is not afraid of spiritual cultivation. Therefore, most of the choices of ordinary poor children or soldiers in the army are martial artists, because this is the most cost-effective, and what is needed is only some injury medicine. After eating a full meal, you can practice boxing and exercise your body. The price of climbing up step by step is to suffer more hardships and endure more years than spiritual practitioners.

Therefore, there has always been a saying in the world, "No matter how many people are, who will become a warrior?"

However, most of the people in the army are warriors. Take the Tianchi Army stationed outside the town for example. Shuai Chu and most of the strong men below are basically warriors, without many exceptions.

...

Because of this, Lin Zhao's heart is as bright as a mirror, and he is so poor that he has no meal. He has no hope of learning boxing. If he doesn't have the chance, he can only learn boxing.

After several morning punches, Lin Zhao's fist spirit became more intense. After having true energy, he also became more integrated into the fist spirit bit by bit. He could feel some flaws in his previous practice of boxing. Now he has naturally improved and corrected it. In short, it has become stronger and stronger.

Just as he was about to pick up the fishing rod and the fish basket, there was a loud bang and the door was kicked open again!

"Depend on……"

Lin Zhao frowned and thought to himself: "If you are broken every day, do you treat my place as a public toilet?"

The door was half broken, and there were two people standing in front of the door. Zhao Jin, who was still bruised on his chin, stood behind him. In front of him was a young man of big and thick, who looked not old, but he was very strong, had strong muscles, and had arrogance between his eyebrows. He sneered: "Hmph, I thought he was some great person. It turned out that he was just a thin monkey. Zhao Jin, you really didn't grow up. You can't even do anything to such a person?"

The one who came here was not someone else, but also a child from the back street of Tianchi Town. He was much older than Lin Zhao, Zhao Jin and others. He was named Huang Lin. It is said that someone in his family was a general in the Tianchi Army, and Huang Lin himself also learned boxing.

"Don't underestimate him."

Zhao Jin frowned and said, "This kid is so slim!"

"snort!"

Huang Lin raised his eyebrows, looked at the ancient sword behind Lin Zhao, and smiled, "Lin Zhao, hand over the sword, then slapped himself a few times, kneeled down and admitted his mistakes to Zhao Jin. I will take this as nothing."

Lin Zhao immediately put down the fishing rod and basket, rolled up his sleeves, and didn't say anything.

"It's indeed a dull gourd!"

Huang Lin sneered, stepped into the courtyard, and said, "Do you really think you will be my opponent? What's the name of the wild way you practiced?"

Zhao Jin said: "Dog meat can't be at the banquet."

“Yes, yes.”

Huang Lin sneered, pointed at Lin Zhao and said, "You will kneel down with one punch, and then crawl through my crotch. Otherwise, you will be unable to get out of bed for half a month and starve to death on the bed. Anyway, he is also a bastard who no one asks about."

In an instant, Lin Zhao became angry. He was also a child who had both died since childhood. The most unbearable thing for him was this kind of words. So he pulled his right leg behind him, raised his fists naturally, and directly pulled the fist of the farmer's three fists, and a faint fist intention began to flow around his body.

"Tsk tsk..."

Zhao Jin couldn't help but laugh and said, "Are you really hoping to fight Huang Lin? Are you not afraid to scare you. Huang Lin had already entered the realm of breaking the realm last month. Now he is a real martial artist in the first realm, a martial artist in the body refining realm. Are you a sick person not afraid of being beaten to death?"

Lin Zhao still didn't say anything, but his eyes stared at Huang Lin's eyes like eagles.

This kind of eyes made Huang Lin very annoyed, as if he had met a wolf who had been hungry for a long time. He clearly had an absolute advantage in his realm, but he actually began to feel weak in his heart.

"You little bastard, blind your dog's eyes first!"

Huang Lin shouted loudly, and his whole body burst out, and he rushed to Lin Zhao in an instant. He punched Lin Zhao's eyes full of true energy. Indeed, the speed and power of a martial artist in the first level were already very terrifying.

"Swish!"

When Huang Lin's fist wind swept past, it only hit Lin Zhao's hair. In the next second, Lin Zhao, who was sinking away from a punch, burst out his whole body with a punch, and pulled the onion straight to Huang Lin's chin. The speed was too fast and the boxing technique was too fierce, so that Huang Lin, as a martial artist in the first level, could not dodge, but at the moment of punching in his chin, Huang Lin kicked Lin Zhao hard in the abdomen.

"Dingdeng~~~"

Lin Zhao retreated repeatedly, feeling dull in his abdomen, while Huang Lin was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He was so dizzy that he was beaten by Lin Zhao's punch. He was angry for a moment, and he crossed his feet and swept across again.

Just as he punched, Lin Zhao bounced back, and his entire waist arched slightly, like an angry bullfighting, and then punched out, rushing out in an angry bullfighting style!

...

With a loud bang, Huang Lin's body flew out, smashing the entire courtyard gate to pieces.
Chapter completed!