With Zhao Qiang's company, Zhang Feng's life in the detention center was not boring, except that something went wrong while continuing to practice.
"Yefeng Heart Jue... Can't you get it?"
At midnight, Zhang Feng opened his eyes and looked at the dim starlight outside the window, his brows gradually tightened.
In his current situation, he can hardly feel the night wind heart tactics when he enters, and he can still drive his true energy, but he always feels that something is missing. It seems that there is no powerful fuel but no matching engine. The strength is far from reaching expectations.
It became Zhang Feng's urgent need to figure out his own situation and obtain a more powerful technique.
"Boss, can't sleep?"
Zhao Qiang woke up, this guy was sleeping on the bunk next to him, he was very alert, and even a little bit of wind and grass could be spotted.
Zhang Feng looked back and saw, and whispered: "I was thinking about sleeping and practicing. I found some problems and I was thinking about it."
"Boss, you can't sleep anyway. Tell me about it. Just think it's a chat." Zhao Qiang immediately got up, sat up and thought about it, hurriedly jumped out of the bunk, and ran to the cabinet where his personal belongings were placed without wearing his shoes. In front, I fumbled for a while and ran back.
The lights were turned off at the same time in the cell. With a little light from outside the window, Zhang Feng was curious about Zhao Qiang's actions.
"Can you see at night?" Zhang Feng asked.
Zhao Qiang climbed back to the bunk and was taken aback when he heard the words: "What the hell, I don't have a grandfather."
Zhang Feng was amused, and whispered: "I mean, can you see clearly in a dark environment without lights?"
Zhao Qiang scratched his bald head and said, "I didn't pay attention. I heard you say at the time that I can really see things at night, and I never need lights or anything."
Hearing what he said, Zhang Feng became more curious, grabbed Zhao Qiang's wrist, and checked his pulse.
Zhao Qiang didn't dare to move, and kept the crawling posture. After a while, his waist was sore and his legs hurt. He still insisted.
About five minutes later, Zhang Feng opened his eyes and looked at him with the look of a monster.
"Boss, don't look at me like that, it's scary." Zhao Qiang broke out in cold sweat, for fear that Zhang Feng would say that he was seriously ill and was about to die.
People are afraid of death.
Zhang Feng shook his head and said, "I can't tell, your kid is still a martial arts wizard, born with thick meridians.
Seeing that you have practiced martial arts for a few years, your physical coordination must be beyond ordinary people, and your brain is not bad. Putting it all together, if you practice martial arts since childhood, you are now an 8-rank master at the lowest. "
"Huh... Huh... Eighth rank, how powerful is it?" Zhao Qiang heard what Zhang Feng meant. He was so excited that he couldn't speak well.
Zhang Feng said earnestly: "A few months ago, I was still at the Eighth Stage cultivation base. If dealing with ordinary people, one hundred and eighty besiege together, I don't care about it."
"Fuck!" Zhao Qiang exclaimed, and quickly covered his mouth, not wanting to wake up other people, this time belongs to himself and the boss.
"Boss, don't fool me!"
"What are you doing, playing around?"
As soon as he heard this, Zhao Qiang became more and more excited, his outstretched arm swayed straight, grabbed the thing he had just brought, and placed it between the two of them.
Zhang Feng saw that it was a pack of peanuts, and he didn't know where he got it.
"Boss, listen to what you just said, I'm getting older now, and I won't get much results in practice, right?" Zhao Qiang held back his excitement, opened the peanut package, and poured a handful of it into Zhang Feng's hand.
"Do you want to practice?" Zhang Feng asked with a smile, and threw a peanut in his mouth.
"Yes!" Zhao Qiang responded without hesitation, "I don't want to be bullied. Of course, following the boss, others will not bully me casually, but I want to be stronger and have the strength to make myself live better. , Can also do things for the boss."
Zhang Feng slowly nodded, and he could hear that what Zhao Qiang said was sincere and did not mean acting. Moreover, if Zhao Qiang puts doing things for himself first, he would be unwilling to do things for himself instead of sincerely doing things for himself.
"If it's an ordinary practice, based on your state, I'm afraid that you won't have any major achievements. You can reach the seventh-grade cultivation base and you will be pitiful." Zhang Feng glanced at him and observed Zhao Qiang's expression.
No abnormality was found, so he continued: "I don't have any special exercises here, but I have an idea, or an experiment. If you want to try it, I can let you make my experiment."
"Try... the test product?" Zhao Qiang grinned, a little nervous, "will he die?"
Zhang Feng ate another peanut and slowly said, "I don't know!"
"..."
Zhao Qiang almost fell down, don't know it will
A test that won't die, Lao Tzu is the little guinea mouse that can die at any time!
"If you fail, you may die. If you succeed, you may become a master at Rank 8 or above, or even stronger. Do you want to try?"
Zhang Feng dropped the peanuts, his tone full of bewitching.
You don't have to experiment with Zhao Qiang. This is actually a sudden idea. Zhang Feng didn't think about how to do it, but once it succeeds, not only Zhao Qiang will benefit a lot, but Zhang Feng's ideas will also be confirmed.
If successful, you can mass produce monks yourself!
"Boss, I want to try!"
Zhao Qiang hesitated for a while, but his obsession still prevailed.
He didn't want to be bullied, he wanted to live a real person, even if the experiment was full of uncertainty, he was willing to try.
"Good job, like a man!" Zhang Feng stretched out his hand to press on his shoulder, "Sit down, let's try the first step. If successful, you will become a real warrior!"
After saying that, facing Zhao Qiang, he cross-legged to do a good job with a solemn expression.
Zhao Qiang also put away his expression, and sat down cross-legged like Zhang Feng.
When Zhang Feng waited for him to sit down, he stretched out his hand, joined his two fingers together in a sword shape, and slowly tapped the Tanzhong acupoint on Zhao Qiang's chest.
"If something happens, is there anything else you want to do?" Zhang Feng asked.
Zhao Qiang was taken aback, a trace of yearning appeared on his face. He grinned and said: "Boss, if I die, please find a place on a high ground and bury me. I have been doing this for more than ten years. If you want to be buried in a high place after death, and let others pass by my grave, you have to look up at me!"
Zhang Feng nodded, no longer hesitating, meditating, running the Ye Feng Juying technique, driving a trace of surging true energy, turning into golden silk, and slowly entering Zhao Qiang's body.
Zhao Qiang is not a martial artist, and the meridians are hollow and empty without any hindrance, allowing Zhang Feng to easily send this trace of true energy into his dantian.
"Based on my true qi as the source to assist others in the cultivation, if I can cultivate a stronger true qi, then I can make monks in batches!"
In his mind, Zhang Feng left a trace of true energy in Zhao Qiang's dantian, and then began to control true energy to move through Zhao Qiang's meridians.
"Remember the Zhenqi running route, and I will teach you how to practice when you come back!"
(End of this chapter)