Chapter 23 Medicinal Bath
Hearing Wang Minglang’s voice, Li Bo came back to his senses, but he still couldn’t hide the shock in his eyes.
Twenty practice! Doesn't he know what pain is? !
This is twenty exercises! Even if he has now reached the second level of Iron Arm Fist, he will never be able to reach this level!
That kind of heart-wrenching pain is something no ordinary person can bear!
Especially if you can do this even though you know it will be very painful if you hit him, you are definitely a ruthless person! A ruthless person who is especially ruthless to himself!
In spite of himself, the idea in his heart of asking Li Lang to kowtow to Qin Jiang to make amends became stronger and stronger.
Pah, pah.
"What's the matter? I want to ask you a question?"
Wang Minglang said, he didn't see Qin Jiang practicing Iron Arm Fist, he just thought he had completed his daily training.
Li Bo swallowed when he heard this, "Master Wang, just now, just now Brother Jiang completed twenty exercises!"
Huh?
Wang Minglang looked at Li Bo and tilted his head, "What the hell?"
"I mean, just now, Qin Jiang and Brother Jiang completed twenty exercises!" Li Bo said it again.
Suck——!
Wang Minglang's eyes widened, and Li Bo's words were like thunder in his ears!
Without stopping, he strode directly towards Qinjiang.
As he came closer, he wanted to pull Qin Jiang's arm, but he stopped after seeing the layer of medicinal liquid. He bent down directly and put his head close to Qin Jiang's arms.
It looks like I want to pluck out my eyeballs and glue them on.
“Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is wrong 12 times out of 10.”
He muttered to himself, feeling something was wrong more and more.
Why can’t I understand the Iron Arm Fist that I created myself? No one should be able to practice at twenty!
Let alone twenty practices, even if you practice Iron Arm Fist to the third level, you can only practice sixteen at most! That kind of pain is unimaginable unless you experience it yourself!
There is no other way. The real martial arts within the Red Tiger Clan are not allowed to be spread to outsiders. He can only create a real martial arts by himself and sell it for money.
Therefore, although it does not improve his strength, he will try it himself. He can't make up a real martial art that can't be practiced to deceive others, right?
"Can you still lift your arms?" he asked.
Qin Jiang raised his arm directly, and then replied affirmatively: "Okay."
"Lift it for a while."
As he said that, Wang Minglang looked up directly Xiang Qin Jiang's armpits were carefully observed for a moment with a clear expression.
Standing up straight, he put one hand behind his back and stroked his beard with the other and smiled, "Sure enough, you have already reached the first level."
As soon as the words fell, several students around him exploded.
“Have you mastered the first level?! How is this possible?!”
“That’s right! Didn’t you just learn it yesterday?! You mastered it in one day?!”< br>
"Wrong! It's not a day! It's a night!"
Several students looked at Qin Jiang in unison, with shock, confusion, and a trace of fear in their eyes. An inexplicable fear of an incomprehensible existence.
Wang Minglang looked at Qin Jiang with pleased eyes.
They were far away last night, and Qin Jiang immediately raised the bodies after killing the two guys, which made it impossible for him to judge the specific strength of the two tomb robbers. .
From this point of view, that person and the demon should also have the strength of a real warrior.
Just thinking about this made him feel inexplicably frustrated.
As the founder of Iron Arm Fist, he couldn't even reach Qin Jiang's level. He really couldn't lose face.
Gee, this kid’s qualifications are definitely not even half as good as his sister’s. I really don’t know how much better he is!
"Okay, don't look anymore, just go and do whatever you have to do! Xiaojiang, come in with me."
He waved his hand and walked towards the main house.
The two came to the main house. Wang Minglang closed the door. The house suddenly became dark, but there was still sunlight shining in from the window, so it was not quite dark.
He walked up to Qin Jiang and said, "Raise your arms."
Qin Jiang raised his arms. The coolness of the secret arm-washing medicine gradually faded away, and the surface of his arms felt warm.
"Raising your arms after applying the secret arm-cleansing medicine can speed up the absorption of the medicine." As he spoke, Wang Minglang stretched out his hands to pinch both sides of Qin Jiang's shoulder blades.
Suddenly, a vibrating force burst out from his fingertips, and Qin Jiang only felt his arms numb slightly.
After taking a breath, Wang Minglang took back his hands with doubts in his eyes.
No hidden injuries? Even the internal fascia is very elastic, stronger than myself?
“You didn’t take a medicated bath, how could you not have hidden injuries?”
You must know that the medicated bath method of Iron Arm Fist is the core of this martial arts.
When he created the Iron Arm Fist, it was based on this medicinal bath recipe!
It can be said that there was medicinal bath first, and then there was Iron Arm Fist!
As for this medicinal bath method, the body can only be soaked in the medicinal bath after the body is close to the limit. The closer to the limit, the better the effect.
Not only can it repair the physical body, but it can also take the idea of breaking and building again, destroying the old, creating a new one, and achieving a transformation!
Of course, creating a new life or something is bragging about prescriptions.
The number of people who have taken medicinal baths under him, not to mention one hundred, is eighty, and none of them can produce the so-called transformation. Basically, they are only slightly enhanced, and the main effect is to eliminate them. Hidden injury.
Qin Jiang lowered his arms upon hearing this, "Maybe it's because of Wu Qin Xi. I learned Wu Qin Xi from Dr. Baiyun before. After practicing it, my body's recovery speed increased a lot. Without Wu Qin Xi, I probably wouldn't be able to do it. I practiced until I was twenty.”
Wang Minglang nodded slightly, "I see. I know that Wu Qin Xi is a kind of health-preserving skill. It should be Wu Qin Xi that stimulates your own talent, so you can achieve this effect."
After saying that, he walked over to He picked up the big smoking gun and lit it in front of the bed, "However, Wu Qinxi's accumulated advantages only stop here. You have to be open-minded and work hard."
"I understand." Qin Jiang responded.
"Okay, go to the west room and get ready. I will give you a medicinal bath later." Wang Minglang said.
After thinking about it, he curled his lips again, "It's free. Then do it every half a month until you reach the third level. Before taking a medicinal bath, you must first reach your current state. , the closer it is to the limit, the better the effect will be.”
Qin Jiang nodded, "I know, Uncle Wang."
After coming out of the main room, the students couldn't help but look at him, but they didn't take the initiative to say hello.
Li Bo came over, raised his hand and wanted to put it on Qin Jiang's shoulder, but after thinking about it, he put down his arm and said with a smile: "Brother Jiang, let's go? I'll let the boss do it." A tough dish!"
Qin Jiang smiled and said, "We have to wait a while. Uncle Wang said he was going to take a medicinal bath and asked me to go to the West Room to prepare it."
Li Bo's face changed after hearing this. Change, "Medicinal bath? Tsk, no, I have to go there quickly, don't stew my hard vegetables!"
With that said, he turned around and was about to leave, but Qin Jiang grabbed him. The huge force caught Li Bo off guard and caused him to stumble.
"Is medicinal bath troublesome?" he asked.
Li Bo glanced at Qin Jiang in surprise, what a strength! This is after twenty practices!
Are you born with supernatural powers?
"It's not troublesome at all. The main reason is that the soaking time is very long, it takes three to five hours. Okay, I won't say more, see you in the evening."
Li Bo patted Qin Jiang's hand and left quickly.
Qin Jiang looked at Li Bo's back, turned and walked towards the west room.
As soon as I opened the door and walked in, I smelled a strong medicinal aroma, a little bitter, more like an aroma similar to sesame oil.
Looking inside the house, a large copper vat is located in the center. There is a shelf on the left wall with various herbs, about twenty kinds of them.
There is a sink more than one meter above the ground on the right side. Under the sink are several stone utensils for preparing medicinal materials. There are very few types, much less than those in the old doctor's backyard.
Walking to the sink and washing the medicine off his arms, he glanced at the panel again, Iron Arm Fist (First Floor) (15/200).
I wonder how effective this medicinal bath can be, and how many days of hard work can it be worth?
Less than a quarter of an hour later, Wang Minglang walked in, "Stop standing, take off your clothes and sit in the tank."
(End of this chapter)