Chapter 12 Uncle Lu Feng (Please Recommend! Collect! Invest!)

Cultivation does not take time, and another ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Accompanied by the first ray of sunshine in the morning, Lu Ya started a new day.

He was standing in the courtyard with his upper body bare, practicing the Pifeng Fist at a very slow speed, and his muscles sometimes surged like water, and sometimes hard as rocks.

The seemingly soft movements hit the air, but made a "whoosh" sound of breaking wind.

His body seemed to turn into a bottomless vortex, and strands of spiritual energy from heaven and earth were constantly absorbed and swallowed by him, nourishing his body.

After ten days of hard training, his Pifeng Fist was almost close to a small success, and his body became stronger and stronger with the practice of boxing.

The weak scholar temperament before was no longer there, replaced by a streamlined body full of masculinity.

If you put the current Lu Ya and the Lu Ya who just crossed over together, it is hard to imagine that a person can change so much in a short period of time.

One hour.

Two hours.

As Lu Ya threw a punch, a force as big as his fist rushed out from his fist, crossed a distance of six or seven meters, and slammed into the bronze man's head, shaking the bronze man back and forth.

"Breakthrough!"

Lu Ya opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and he couldn't hide his joy.

The next second, his muscles trembled violently again, and a lot of sweat poured out of his body, forming a hot white mist visible to the naked eye.

After a long while, the hot white mist slowly dissipated.

Lu Ya jumped twice on the spot, and suddenly found that the trousers that originally reached his ankles now only reached the ankles.

"Huh? I've grown taller!"

Lu Ya roughly measured and found that after the boxing skills were a little successful, the tempering of his body made him grow about three centimeters taller.

"Not bad."

"I don't know what level I am at now."

Although Lu Ya felt that his strength must have exceeded the scope of the fifth level of Qi training, he didn't know exactly how strong it was because he had no reference.

He looked at the bronze man in the yard. This sparring bronze man was two meters tall, made of brass, and weighed a thousand pounds.

Lu Ya walked up to the bronze man, held the waist of the bronze man with both hands, and then suddenly exerted force. With a "whoosh", the bronze man weighing a thousand pounds was easily lifted over his head like cotton.

Lu Ya held the bronze man and did two squats, but still didn't feel too much pressure, so he put the bronze man down.

The bronze man landed with a muffled "boom".

Lu Ya then conducted a series of tests.

Finally, he concluded that if he ran at full speed now, he could take a step of six or seven meters, and he could jump directly to the roof with a strong jump. He had at least a thousand pounds of strength in one arm.

This is just the improvement in physical fitness brought by the minor success of the Pifeng Fist. If we only talk about the fist, Lu Ya feels that if a punch hits him, he may not be able to withstand it.

The reason is that Lu Ya lacks the correct understanding of the power system of this world, or he comes from the imagination of the earth, and cannot accurately judge what level the practitioners in this world can achieve.

"This is really poverty that limits imagination."

Lu Ya looked at his small courtyard, and thought about the family territory of only a hundred acres, and laughed at himself helplessly.

"But it's not bad, after all, I'm not a casual cultivator."

In fact, Lu Ya understands that this background is the most suitable for him now.

He did not travel directly to become a casual cultivator, nor did he travel to become a genius disciple of a large sect or family.

The former is in danger of death and has not yet completed the inheritance, and the latter is too powerful. The elders may find that Lu Ya has been replaced.

The former is likely to die of hunger, natural disasters, fighting, or even an unknown evil spirit that happens to pass by; the latter is even more miserable. Once the identity is exposed, it is humane to turn into ashes directly. If the soul is extracted and refined, it is numbing to think about it.

Shaking these thoughts away, Lu Ya put on the Taoist robe, slapped a cleaning spell on his body, and walked out the door.

Speaking of which, it is really convenient to cultivate immortals. If the body is dirty, a cleaning spell will be done directly. If you need to make a fire, you can light it directly with a flick of your finger.

"Looking for the third grandfather to be a sparring partner? No, it's not appropriate. The third grandfather is so old and his health is not good, so I won't bother him."

"Looking for my father, no, now the Zhou family is still eyeing it covetously, and my father doesn't have the time."

Lu Ya thought about it and finally found a very suitable target, that is, his uncle, the eldest of the same generation, Lu Feng, a spirit beast master of the ninth level of Qi training, who is mainly responsible for feeding the family's spirit beasts.

The spirit beast enclosure is right next to the family territory, covering an area of ​​more than 20 acres, which is about the size of two football fields.

Uncle Lu Feng built a yard next to the spirit beast enclosure and usually lived there to take care of the spirit beasts.

Not long after, Lu Ya saw the spirit beast enclosure surrounded by a fence, and Uncle Lu Feng who was leading the tribesmen to feed the spirit beasts.

Uncle Lu Feng was explaining to the tribesmen next to him while pouring the feed in his hand into the trough. When he saw Lu Ya coming, he handed the work in his hand to the tribesmen, greeted Lu Ya, and asked with a smile: "Lu Ya, how come you have time to come to uncle today?"

"Uncle." Lu Ya bowed.

"Lu Ya, you came at the right time. Last night, a three-eyed blue flame dog wanted to steal our colorful pheasants. I, uncle and a few people beat it to death. It has been stewed since morning. Today, uncle will give you a good supplement."

"Thank you uncle, I just want to tell you why my legs and feet couldn't help but come towards uncle today. It turns out there is something delicious." Lu Ya said with a smile: "It seems that I am very lucky today."

"You are the genius of our Lu family, so of course you are lucky."

Lu Feng smiled and led Lu Ya into the courtyard. Lu Ya saw it at a glance. On the left side of the courtyard, a large iron pot was steaming on the stove. Two female tribesmen were busy working on the stove.

Seeing Lu Feng come back, the two of them quickly set the dishes and chopsticks on the stone table nearby, and quickly brought out a few side dishes and a large pot of dog meat.

Lu Feng asked Lu Ya to sit down: "Come on, Lu Ya, sit down, let's talk while eating."

Lu Ya was not polite. After the uncle sat down, he sat down and said with a smile: "Thank you, uncle. I really benefited from him today."

"Hey, let alone the glory, this beast has caused the most harm to the spiritual beasts raised by our Lu family. I haven't caught it before, but I finally caught it this time. The skin was stripped off and hung outside the pen."

Lu Feng waved his hand and continued: "Our small family only raises two kinds of spiritual beasts, the first-level intermediate thick-earth pig and the elementary colorful pheasant. This beast can take away at least two pheasants at a time. How can it be so common? It’s so harmful.”

"I caught it this time. Uncle, I feel a lot more at ease."

As a first-level intermediate monster, the Three-Eyed Green Flame Dog is cautious and cunning in nature, and extremely difficult to tame. It often does some sneaky things, but perhaps because of this, it is a great tonic, compared to thick soil of the same level. Pigs are more nutritious.

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