Chapter 57: True Inheritance, Soft Strength

The skills on this panel can actually be upgraded! ?

Xue Jing was shocked.

But after looking at the conditions, his brows furrowed.

The skill level needs to be Lv10, which is relatively simple. Fitness is one of the easiest skills for him to master. As long as he keeps practicing martial arts, he will always upgrade to Lv10.

It requires 1000 divinity, which gives him a headache.

Why is it twice as much as activating the divinity skill?

However, if you change your mindset, the more divinity you need for sublimation, doesn’t it mean that the skills after sublimation are more powerful?

Thinking of this, Xue Jing felt much more comfortable.

Alas, there is really no surplus food at home, and there are two children who are crying for food. Now there is a place for divinity again. Can there be other channels besides divine relics...

And the remaining condition full of question marks...

Xue Jing thought about it and it is likely related to the shaking armor skill.

Either it is related to the Shaking Armor Technique itself, or something related to the body was triggered when practicing the Shaking Armor Technique.

In short, if you continue to practice, you will always know.

He could not help but have a strong expectation for the effect of fitness sublimation.

[You practiced the Shaking Armor Technique once, and the Fitness Experience Points +209]

[You practiced the Shaking Armor Technique once, and the Strength Experience Points +208]

Looking at the skill experience points gained, there was no surprise this time. The Shaking Armor Technique is so difficult to practice, it is normal to gain so much experience.

And... Xue Jing pinched the skin on his arm.

He felt that the benefits of practicing the Shaking Armor Technique could not be fully reflected in the gains on the skill panel.

His skin seemed to be awakened by something, and there was a strange vitality. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but it felt tougher when pinched.

This should be a gain that was not reflected in the [Fitness] skill, but directly acted on himself.

In fact, he also had this feeling when practicing the Hibernation Dragon Technique, but it was not as obvious as the Shaking Armor Technique.

"Turn on the nebulizer."

Li Qi said beside him.

Xue Jing followed his instructions and pressed the button switch on the nebulizer.

The next moment, the nebulizer began to make a hissing sound, and a light red mist began to emerge from the oxygen mask.

"Use the breathing method of the Doujiagong that I just taught you." Li Qi reminded.

Xue Jing recalled the feeling when Li Qi controlled his body just now, and began to practice the breathing method to absorb the medicine mist.

This light red medicine mist has a strong smell of Chinese medicine, and it feels very sticky and difficult to inhale, but Xue Jing resisted the discomfort and continued to practice the breathing method to inhale it into his lungs.

He could feel that the medicine mist flowed along the trachea, into the lungs, into the alveoli, and into the blood. Under the control of the breathing method, while soaking the blood, it continuously transported the medicine to a specific location.

After a while, he began to feel that his skin was like being burned, so hot that it was scary, and the color began to turn red.

The pores all over the body began to follow a certain rhythm, constantly opening and contracting, opening and contracting...

Half an hour later, the nebulizer stopped working, and no more light red mist came out. Xue Jing slowly stopped the breathing method.

"How does it feel?" Li Qi smiled.

Xue Jing stood up and opened his hands. It was like a hot sweat in the hot summer being drenched by the cold air of the air conditioner. The skin all over the body felt refreshing.

"The skin... is breathing." Xue Jing half closed his eyes and seemed to be talking to himself.

Li Qi was pleased and said, "Very good, you found the feeling in the first practice. As long as you follow this feeling, you will eventually be able to comprehend one of the five killer moves of the Hidden Dragon Flow."

"Its name is - Turning Golden Scales."

"Turning Golden Scales?" Xue Jing read it again and flattered him, "Master came up with it, what a good name."

Li Qi sighed and said modestly, "I've said it before, we martial artists can't always tell the truth, we have to get used to lying..."

"Okay, I just prepared a medicinal bath, it should be ready now, you go soak in it, remember, while soaking, you also need to practice breathing methods, find the feeling of 'skin breathing', so that you can absorb the medicinal power in the medicinal bath..."

"Shaking Armor Gong is extremely depleting to the body. Every time you practice it, you need to take a whole set of secret medicine to nourish it. Otherwise, if you practice it hard, you will die in two or three days..."

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In the next few days, Li Qi taught Xue Jing the remaining four sets of movements of Shaking Armor Gong, corresponding to flesh, tendons, bones, and blood respectively.

Each set is more difficult than the last, and each set requires taking different secret medicines and taking different medicinal baths. Li Qi even personally acupunctures him, and his whole body is pierced like a hedgehog.

Xue Jing couldn't help but sigh, this is the truth of martial arts practice... The kind of practice in novels that you just get a book of martial arts and start practicing casually is really unrealistic.

The martial arts is only one aspect, even a trivial aspect. The secret medicines and corresponding usages that match the martial arts are the top priority, and are the real core inheritance of the major martial arts schools.

Time flies, and seven or eight days have passed in a blink of an eye.

Canglong Dojo, in the training hall.

"Ha!!" "Bang!"

In front of the dynamometer in the training hall, ordinary disciples wearing training clothes are queuing up, taking turns to go forward, punching on the dynamometer, and numbers keep popping up on the screen.

"Wen Zhaorong, punching force 201.3kg..."

Xue Jing, wearing a black training suit, stood upright next to the punching machine. His upright figure was like a strong pine tree, firmly rooted in the ground, giving people an unshakable sense of stability.

He held a stack of notebooks in one hand and a pen in the other hand, writing on the notebook to record the disciples' punching test results.

Today is the monthly small test day of Canglong Dojo, which is used to check the disciples' progress in martial arts.

Xue Jing, who is very idle among the direct disciples, was drafted by Li Qi to record the disciples' small test results.

On the soft chairs in the rest area next to them, several female disciples who had finished the test sat down. They looked at Xue Jing and whispered something while laughing.

"Little Senior Brother!" Another young disciple came to the dynamometer, clasped his fists and bowed to Xue Jing. After Xue Jing nodded in response, he began to set up his fists and punched the dynamometer with all his strength.

"Bang!"

Xue Jing glanced at the screen and wrote on the notebook: "Yi Yingyu, 212.2kg..."

Yi Yingyu seemed a little surprised by the result, with a look of joy on his face. He clasped his fists and bowed to Xue Jing again, and went to the next test happily.

"Little Senior Brother, Little Senior Brother, you should also take the test, so that everyone can see how powerful the direct disciple is!"

A pretty female disciple teased beside him.

As soon as she said this, countless people responded immediately.

"Yes, yes, Junior Brother, give it a try. We are all very curious."

"I was not present when Junior Brother made his move twice. It was a huge loss. Let's show him today~"

"After all, Junior Brother has only been a disciple for a short time. Even if he is a genius, his punching power may not be very strong. Don't force him."

There are also people who use provocation.

Xue Jing smiled and said softly, "No, there is nothing to test. I guess nothing can be tested."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples were unwilling to give in.

"Hey~ Why is this the case? It won't hurt to let everyone see it."

"Junior Brother, you are really afraid of showing your weakness. Don't worry. How long have you been a disciple? No one will laugh at you."

"Whoever dares to laugh at Junior Brother, I will be the first to not forgive him. Just give it a try..."

The disciples have always been very curious about his very young disciple. It is a rare opportunity to get close to him, so they can't help but want to tease him.

At this time, a person came over at the door of the training hall. It was Chen Fuguang.

He waved his hand towards this side without saying anything. Only Xue Jing noticed him.

Xue Jing looked at the disciples who were entangled in front of him, thought for a while, and smiled: "Then I'll just give it a try."

Everyone applauded immediately.

"Good! Let us see the style of the little senior brother!"

"This is a direct disciple. Not being strong is only temporary. The most important thing is not to be stage-frightened."

"Everyone, get out of the way and watch the little senior brother perform!"

Everyone laughed and made noises.

They didn't have any bad intentions, but just took this opportunity to get close to Xue Jing and join in the fun.

The disciples dispersed and made room for Xue Jing.

He walked to the dynamometer, without putting on any boxing stance, but just turned sideways, facing the leather cushion on it, and threw a backhand punch, casually like throwing a bottle into a trash can.

"Puff!"

A very dull sound came out, and there was no response on the screen.

"Huh?" The disciples looked puzzled.

After Xue Jing threw a punch, he turned around and walked towards the door of the training hall.

When everyone was wondering, the leather cushion on the dynamometer suddenly cracked with a crackling sound.

Then, as if a chain reaction had been triggered, the cushion kept cracking, and the sponge inside broke like dead leaves and fell to the ground, leaving only a bare iron pipe in the original position of the cushion.

Seeing this scene, everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Is this... soft power!?"

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