"Manager Wen, I didn't expect you guys to deliver it so early. Let me do it..."
"Ah, Captain Yan is here!" Manager Wen greeted Yan Liqiang enthusiastically, "I'll have it ready soon, I'll have it ready soon..."
Seeing the cautious look of the blacksmiths, Yan Liqiang smiled, walked over, placed the horn python bow against the door, then came to the side of the carriage, grabbed two large iron rods in each hand, and instantly lifted the two large guys off the carriage, scaring the people around who saw Yan Liqiang's strength for the first time.
As soon as Yan Liqiang came over, he quickly took those strange big iron bars off the carriage in the blink of an eye.
"Captain Yan, do you think this is suitable?" Manager Wen's eyelids twitched, and he swallowed and asked carefully.
"That's right, Lao Wen is in charge..."
"It's good as long as it's suitable. If Captain Yan wants to make something else in the future, just come to me. In addition to these things for cultivation, if Captain Yan feels that the house needs to be equipped with something else, just tell me. The things made by the craftsmen in the Deer Garden are so popular that even if they are brought to the Imperial Capital, countless people will scramble for them!"
"Okay, I've got that!"
"Well, I won't disturb Captain Yan. Captain Yan must be tired after a day of patrolling, so he should rest early!" Seeing Yan Liqiang's eyes constantly wandering over those strange and heavy iron rods, Manager Wen didn't say anything more, but tactfully said his leave.
"Manager Wen, take care. I won't see you off!"
"Captain Yan, please stay! Please stay!"
Watching Manager Wen and the carriage disappear behind a grove of willow trees, Yan Liqiang opened the gate of the yard and took the things he had ordered back into the yard one by one.
After working in the woods all day, Yan Liqiang was a little tired. After he got the thick iron bars to the yard, he just tried the feel and left them there. Everything remained the same tonight.
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Early the next morning, after finishing morning lessons and eating breakfast, Yan Liqiang, full of energy, came to the thick iron rods in the yard again. After connecting three thick iron rods side by side, he directly passed the three iron rods through the handles and the fixed holes left by Yan Liqiang with iron chains, and then carried them on his back. After fixing them, he took the horn python bow and quiver, and then with heavy steps, he left the yard and continued to climb the mountain.
The three large iron rods connected together have a total weight of 1,050 kilograms, which is more than 500 kilograms. Yan Liqiang carried them like a piece of clothing on his body, put them on, and continued to do what he was doing.
In this state, every step Yan Liqiang took consumed his physical strength, not to mention that he had to continue practicing with these three things on his back. This was simply an inhuman exercise, and the challenge to the body was self-evident.
When Yan Liqiang came to the place where he practiced archery yesterday with the three big iron rods on his back, he was already sweating and panting, but he still straightened up, took out the horn python bow with trembling hands, and continued to practice archery...
In less than half an hour, Yan Liqiang's hand holding the bow began to tremble, followed by his feet, and then all the muscles, tendons, meridians, and even all the cells in his body were trembling...
Big drops of sweat rolled down his forehead and flowed into his eyes, making them sting painfully.
Finally, Yan Liqiang shot an arrow and missed, then his feet felt weak and he sat down...
Because he was carrying several heavy iron rods on his back, when Yan Liqiang sat back, his whole body leaned back unconsciously, and he was dragged to the ground by the three heavy iron rods, crushing the grass nearby. He looked very embarrassed, like a turtle that was turned over.
Yan Liqiang looked at the blue sky and treetops, panted for a while, untied the water bottle at his waist, drank a few gulps of water, and then gritted his teeth, turned over from the ground with difficulty, and then climbed up step by step...
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In the afternoon, due to physical exhaustion, Yan Liqiang fainted for the first time in the place where he practiced. When he woke up, more than an hour had passed. Yan Liqiang felt his palms were a little wet. He looked down and saw that it was the yellow-haired man who was licking his palms.
"I can do it, I will definitely do it..." After mumbling to himself to comfort himself, Yan Liqiang continued to climb up with difficulty and started shooting arrows.
The arrows that used to hit the target without fail have become unstable under today's extreme conditions, and it has become increasingly difficult to hit the target.
It was difficult to shoot arrows, difficult to walk, and finally even breathing became difficult. The shoulders and back of the body that were fixed by the chains were so painful that they were numb, as if being tortured.
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On the first day, Yan Liqiang returned to his residence three hours earlier than usual.
Yan Liqiang originally wanted to hold on for a while longer, but his physical condition told him that if he wanted to hold on until the time yesterday and come back, then what awaited him might be a second coma. If he fainted this time, he might have to be rescued before he could wake up. His body had already reached its limit.
For a whole day, Yan Liqiang's clothes were soaked with his sweat, then dried, and then soaked again, repeating this over and over again. Yan Liqiang didn't even know how much sweat he had shed.
In this situation, the water in the bottle he carried with him had long been drunk, but Yan Liqiang was still extremely thirsty, so he endured it and pushed his body to the limit again and again.
The moment he returned to his residence and untied the chains on his body, Yan Liqiang collapsed to the ground like a tattered rag. It took him a long time to regain the ability to move. He staggered to the sweet water well in the yard and weakly threw the imported wooden barrel into the well. After exhausting all his strength, he used his weak hands to pull the rope tied to the wooden barrel and lifted up half a bucket of water.
In Yan Liqiang's eyes at this moment, that half bucket of water looked like nectar. Yan Liqiang put his head into the bucket and drank it in big gulps.
The clear, sweet water sprinkled into the long-dry fields like a sweet rain, and brought a bit of strength to Yan Liqiang's body. With the support of this bit of strength, Yan Liqiang sat cross-legged by the well, immersing his whole mind into his dantian.
After several months of practice, the true qi in the dantian has accumulated a lot, forming an energy ball the size of an egg. After hesitating for a moment, Yan Liqiang gritted his teeth and poured all the true qi that had been condensed with great difficulty in the dantian through the portal of the Tiandao Temple in the dantian and into the Tiandao Divine Stone in the Tiandao Temple.
This was originally a necessary step in order to allow the "Gachapon machine" to continue laying eggs and creating new creatures. The energy of true Qi needed to create a new creature is enormous, and with Yan Liqiang's current level of true Qi cultivation, there was no need to do this at all, because it was a drop in the bucket. But at this time, Yan Liqiang wanted to completely empty the true Qi in his dantian and completely overdraw his body. In the spirit of keeping things within the family, he invested the true Qi he had cultivated with great difficulty into the Tiandao Divine Stone in the Tiandao Temple and stored it like he was depositing it in a bank.
After doing all this, Yan Liqiang felt that his body was like a completely emptied garbage bag, with no extra energy or strength left. He gritted his teeth, stood up shakily, and began to lift his heavy arms and coordinate his numb body under the tree by the wall in the yard, forcing himself to practice the Yijing Xisui Jing.
When he just started the few movements, because his body was numb and his movements were a little slow, Yan Liqiang couldn't even feel the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, Yan Liqiang was still doing the required movements and breathing seriously. But when he was performing the first posture of Sancai Tongqi, suddenly, a huge energy of heaven and earth that Yan Liqiang had never felt before, penetrated his entire body from head to toe in an instant.
That energy was so powerful that Yan Liqiang even had an illusion when it was penetrated. He felt like a skewer that was pierced through. The energy of heaven and earth that penetrated him was in the sky at one end and on the ground at the other, hanging him in the middle. At this time, Yan Liqiang felt that his body seemed to have grown countless times larger, standing upright, and then seemed to have shrunk countless times, turning into dust and merging into the void. As this energy penetrated, Yan Liqiang felt as if he was thrown into a furnace. Countless energies of heaven and earth and spiritual energy penetrated into his body from every pore of his body, filling him up like a balloon, and then began to change his blood vessels and bones...
"Boom..." A strange light suddenly rose from Yan Liqiang's body. In this light, a small bow representing the fourth level of archery appeared and then sank into Yan Liqiang's body.
Yan Liqiang was extremely shocked that he could advance to the fourth level of Archery under such circumstances.
But this is not the end. After the light representing the fourth level of the Archery realm disappeared, another light appeared on Yan Liqiang's body. In this light, there was a golden ancient bell. The golden ancient bell directly turned into a beam of light and sank into Yan Liqiang's head. This golden bell that sank into Yan Liqiang's head meant that Yan Liqiang had mastered the Iron Head Skill of the first level of the Golden Bell Body Protection Skill that he practiced.
Am I dreaming...
The surprises are far from over...
In the empty Dantian, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to transform into strands of true energy, condensing in Yan Liqiang's Dantian, condensing more and more...
(End of this chapter)