In the next few days, Chen Musheng fell into hard work again, and arranged his time every day to be particularly compact without any chance to breathe.

In a few days, Chen Musheng only went to the clinic and asked Su Qing to check the injury. He confirmed that his internal injuries had been completely healed, so he began to practice himself desperately. At the same time, when the daily patrol was handed over, he hurriedly said a few words to Mo Yuner, and he felt vaguely happy.

With the goal of 100,000 punches, he is gradually approaching, and at the same time he is trying to squeeze out the gaps of time as much as possible and begins to recite the contents of the secret book. "Ice and Fire Art" has also reached the peak of the fifth level, and is only a suitable opportunity to reach the arrival of the sixth level.

Sixteen-year-old Chen Musheng is becoming increasingly busy and desperate. He was once worried that he could not cultivate his true energy. He was lost and decadent, and was gradually changing. Although the goals given by the tips are difficult to achieve and very hard, he feels that his destiny is gradually enriching. He is walking on a road to the strong and strides forward...

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On April 6th, there are still thirteen days left before the time limit given on the tip.

Chen Musheng punched a total of 91,000 punches.

At the sunset, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, Chen Musheng ran to the schoolyard as fast as possible and strode into the wooden stake alley.

I often practiced a few young people in the wooden stake alley, and I became accustomed to Chen Musheng's appearance of "coming and leaving in a hurry."

Because Chen Musheng only practices boxing stakes every time, he often doesn't say a word, like a madman, constantly punching, punching, punching, and punching again at the thickest wooden stake...

Today, when several people saw Chen Musheng rushing into the wooden stake alley silently, and set a steady horse stance that surprised everyone.

Chen Musheng stood in front of the thickest wooden stake and thought to himself: "The goal is very close. In two days, you will definitely be able to complete 100,000 punches."

He held his breath and concentrated, his waist slowly twisted, and then began to shoot like a bead cannon, like a fist, bombarding the hard surface of the wooden stake. The surface of his fist was wrapped with spiral true energy, and it shot and dispersed, making the air around him biting and cold.

"Ninety-one hundred and two, ninety-one hundred and three, ninety-one hundred and four..." Chen Musheng roared in his heart, constantly wielding his fists, swaying his fists... he ignored everything around him.

The young people watching were all stunned. They had never seen anyone who could practice basic skills such as boxing stances and horse stances to such an incredible level.

"Is he still a human?" A short young man was stunned.

Another burly clan member of the tribe as strong as a bear, said in a muffled voice: "What is he doing? Isn't it better to practice internal skills and practice some powerful martial arts with this kind of time?"

A young man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek said, "I heard that he seems to have produced true energy through cultivation, but his talent is probably going to be in a bottleneck if he reaches the first level of cultivation."

The burly young man nodded: "No wonder, maybe he was so depressed that he was crazy and came to vent his fist stakes every day."

...

The five people gathered together and were talking a lot. Three of them were first-class warriors, and the two were middle-class warriors, and they also belonged to the upper-level level in the Walker Village. As middle-level villagers, they had no intersection with Chen Musheng, a low-level villagers who were despised, and seemed to be in two worlds.

"Get out of here!" A cold voice suddenly came from behind the five people.

"Who, what are you arrogant?" The most burly tribe member was named Mo Xiong. He turned his head angrily, but suddenly he was stunned and made a shocked voice: "Mo... Mo Feng's cousin!"

"Get out! Don't block the way." Mo Feng ordered with a cold look. Mo Fu, who came with him, had a pair of crooked eyes.

"Cousin Mo Feng, please come in... please come in." Mo Xiong, with an awkward expression on his face, quickly dodged aside with the other four people, and made way for the entrance of the wooden stake alley.

All five of them knew Mo Feng's strength, which was the eighth level of the tenth-level fire-type martial art "Furning Flame Art". There were only seven or eight high-level warriors in the Walker Village, and most of them were only at the seventh level of internal strength, and they had just stepped into the threshold of high-level warriors.

Therefore, Mo Feng's eighth level of cultivation is obvious, and he has always been irritable, so almost no one dares to provoke him. In addition, his martial arts teacher is "Wu Botian", who is also an unreasonable bastard. Even if he complains to the second elder, Wu Botian will always favor his favorite disciples, so often after being beaten by Mo Feng, no one dares to say anything. When he sees this person, he is afraid that he will not be able to avoid it.

"Big cousin, it's all up to you this time. Last time I went home, my father beat me up. I'm not willing to take revenge." Mo Fu's right cheek was swollen high, and he grinned.

"Stop talking, I won't break my promise if I take your money." Mo Feng snorted coldly.

"That's good, that's good. This... I'll take a step first, it's all up to you here." Mo Fu laughed and began to limp backwards, saying repeatedly: "I can't be seen by that waste boy Chen, otherwise it would be miserable if my father knew about it."

"Hmph, just wait and hear the news." Mo Feng's arrogant face showed a hint of contempt and walked into the wooden stake with a cold face.

The five people watching stood outside the wooden stake alley, and their eyes met, each of them wondered: How could Chen Musheng provoke a overlord like Mo Feng?

"Ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-three..." Chen Musheng was completely immersed in the state of cultivation, and rolling hot sweat flowed down his forehead. He didn't care at all and didn't notice the scene outside the wooden stake alley.

Mo Feng buried his head and walked closer to Chen Musheng. He narrowed his eyes and sneered. His right arm suddenly poked out, terrifying speed. His right palm turned into claws. Five rays of hot energy radiated from his fingertips, and he grabbed the surface of the wooden stake.

Bang!

With a loud bang, a roar of wind like a dragon, under Mo Feng's claw, the "fist stake" made of paulownia wood suddenly blew from the inside and turned into wood chips all over the sky. At the same time, the wood chips spontaneously ignited in the air...

"!"

Chen Musheng was shocked, took a step back with his left foot, slowly closed his posture, and stared at the thin young man with a hooked nose in front of him and wearing a dark red practice uniform.

"Mo Feng, what do you want to do?" Chen Musheng asked angrily, and he had already guessed in his heart. It was obviously the incident that caused by that bastard Mo Fu.

"My 'Dragon Claw' is not bad?" Mo Feng said coldly with disdain on his lips: "I don't like you. I want to break your legs and play with you. Can you?"
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