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Needless to say, the release current, but the health attribute has increased by 1.5, consuming 150 evolution points. Due to the improvement of the health attribute, the constitution has increased by 0.75.
After pondering in his mind for a while, Wei Xiaobei probably figured out what was going on.
I was hit hard before, but after putting the evolution point into the health attribute, the body recovered quickly for some reason.
But even so, after Wei Xiaobei exited the gray world, he fell into a deep sleep for three days in reality, and only just recovered from all the wounds on his body.
In fact, when Wei Xiaobei closed his eyes, he could feel the vitality in his body was stronger than before.
This also means that the improvement of health attributes also means the improvement of one's vitality, which can speed up one's recovery ability after injury.
So, Wei Xiaobei thought about it, took out the murloc water pill, and while the stall owner was not paying attention, threw it into a bowl, coated it with a layer of red oil, and swallowed it.
As the murloc water pill turned into heat and spread throughout the body, the evolution points in the attribute panel increased by 20.
50 evolution points, Wei Xiaobei didn't use the 50 evolution points, and continued to eat noodles.
When Wei Xiaobei returned to the martial arts hall, the brothers asked Wei Xiaobei what happened with concern.
While Wei Xiaobei was a little moved by these concerns, he also felt a little headache. He could only infer that he had a cold before.
After dealing with the seniors, Wei Xiaobei found Cheng Biwu who was drinking tea in the indoor martial arts arena, and greeted his master respectfully.
Fortunately, Cheng Biwu didn't ask Wei Xiaobei what he was doing these days, but just nodded, and then turned his attention to the teacup in his hand.
"Master, that, when can I learn Liuhe Daqiang?"
Wei Xiaobei was quite dissatisfied with the ability to use the iron fork, so when he saw his master, he asked him. You must know that when the master practiced the Liuhe big gun, his aura was so fierce that Wei Xiaobei, who was watching from the sidelines, was extremely envious.
"Liuhe big gun?"
Cheng Biwu put down the teacup in his hand, turned to look at Wei Xiaobei, and asked with a smile: "You haven't fully solidified your basic skills yet, so you want to practice Liuhe big spear?"
Wei Xiaobei was about to answer, when suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, no, if Master knew his current level of strength, he would probably be scared to death.
Thinking about it, it took less than a month for Wei Xiaobei to practice boxing from the beginning to the present. From a beginner to three or four years of skill, the speed of progress is too fast.
If you can memorize all the basic skills in a short period of time, you are already considered a genius, but within a month, not only memorize the basic skills, practice them, but also reach a certain level of proficiency, this is too monstrous.
Wei Xiaobei didn't want Master to have a bad opinion of him.
If you think that you are an apprentice with art and hide it and don't report it, it will be a sad reminder.
Although we will not pursue this kind of matter too much now, but in Master's heart, I am afraid that there will be a big scar.
Just because of this thought, Wei Xiaobei had no choice but to nod in frustration, bowed to his master, and planned to go out to the outdoor martial arts arena to practice basic skills.
But just after Wei Xiaobei turned around, Cheng Biwu's voice sounded a little louder: "With your aptitude, it's not bad to practice Liuhe big gun now, you can lay a foundation first."
Hearing Master's words, Wei Xiaobei couldn't help feeling excited, and then turned around: "Thank you, Master."
"Hahaha, thank you, please sit down first."
Cheng Biwu pointed to the chair next to him and told Wei Xiaobei to sit down.
After Wei Xiaobei sat down properly, Cheng Biwu rationalized his thoughts and asked: "Xiaobei, do you know the origin of my Chinese martial arts?"
When Wei Xiaobei heard this question, he was a little dumbfounded. What Chinese martial arts came from Shaolin, Wudang, Kongtong, Emei, Qingcheng, he knew a little bit, but he really didn't know the source of Chinese martial arts.
If it was Shaolin, Wei Xiaobei would probably be slapped on the ground by his master.
"The disciple doesn't know."
Wei Xiaobei answered honestly.
"Martial arts, the original definition is the technique of stopping the war! It originated from the technique of the generals rushing to kill the enemy on the battlefield."
Cheng Biwu quite proudly gave Wei Xiaobei a popular science.
Wei Xiaobei nodded honestly.
"Then, as a teacher, I ask you, what is national art?"
Cheng Biwu continued to ask with a smile.
"Guoshu should be our Chinese martial arts, right?"
Wei Xiaobei replied with some hesitation. At this time, he regretted that he didn't understand these things when he went online, so he wouldn't be red-faced in front of his master.
"Well, you're right. Guoshu refers to our Chinese traditional martial arts. It is a respectful name for martial arts. There is another saying, that is, martial arts that only kill enemies and do not perform are called national arts!"
When Cheng Biwu said the latter, his tone suddenly became dignified, and Wei Xiaobei's body was shocked when he heard it, and he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "A martial art that only kills the enemy?"
Seeing that Wei Xiaobei listened, Cheng Biwu nodded his head: "I, Cheng Biwu, have learned Chinese martial arts."
"Remember! Only kill enemies, don't perform!"
Cheng Biwu especially emphasized one sentence.
Wei Xiaobei nodded hastily, and answered: "Is the show a show?"
Cheng Biwu couldn't help laughing: "Generally, the performances are performance routines, and it can't be said to be a show."
After laughing with Wei Xiaobei for a few words, Cheng Biwu then went to the weapon rack to get a big gun, stood still in the center of the martial arts arena, and poked the big gun towards the ground. A flagpole, straight up, swaying slightly.
"This is a big gun. In ancient times, this big gun was a special weapon for cavalry. Generally speaking, the barrel of this big gun is best made of ash tree, which has good elasticity and toughness, but there are not many ash trees now. The teacher's big gun is in his hometown, this big gun is made of mulberry wood, it's not bad, it's three meters long and weighs eight catties and two taels."
As Cheng Biwu's words sounded, the big gun started to move immediately, and the tip of the gun turned into a red line in an instant, and it was pierced out. In a moment, the gun was blowing, and the dancing big gun shuttled back and forth, sometimes sticking out, Sometimes hooked, like a silver snake flying in mid-air.
It was the first time for Wei Xiaobei to see this big Liuhe gun, and he couldn't help but become a little obsessed with it for a while. When Cheng Biwu's big gun was retracted with a bang, Wei Xiaobei woke up from his obsession.
"This Liuhe big gun pays attention to eighteen characters: wrap, block, hold, pull, hug, flash, support, chop, frustrate, split, catch, replace, lift, bump, collapse, pick, hook, pierce... . . . . "
After Cheng Biwu asked Wei Xiaobei to pick up a big gun, he began to explain.
This time, it was time for dinner.
If Cheng Sisi hadn't come to ask for dinner, Cheng Biwu probably would have to explain it further.