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Stepping like a mountain and calm, and coming out your palm is like a dragon shaking the sea.

To stimulate the drug power and increase the spirit.

Ding Feng practiced the palm technique over and over again. Under the urging of the technique, the medicinal power quickly merged into all parts of his body, tempering his body and enriching his blood.

His breath was rising rapidly, and he felt different every moment. Moreover, his palm technique was driven by the power of medicine and improved again and approached the perfect state.

Five times, ten times, twenty times, thirty times!

Bang!

By the thirty times, the medicinal power had already decreased by half, but Ding Feng was still immersed in the martial arts. When he shot out the eighteenth palm, various enlightenment passed through his mind, his palm trembled, and his sharp palm technique became ordinary and his momentum was restrained.

If you are clumsy, your skills will be perfect.

At this moment, Ding Feng practiced Guiyuan Jue to the perfect state.

At the same time, his body trembled, his breath suddenly surged, and he had reached a certain peak before he could barely stop.

The Thirty-Six Palms ended, and Ding Feng stood up with his palms closed.

Taking a breath, the corners of his mouth bent, the curve became bigger and bigger, and finally he couldn't help but suppress his laughter.

"The martial arts are perfect and the foundation is laid, and it is really a blessing." Ding Feng was extremely proud, "I think Ding Feng is also a martial arts genius!"

Of course, there is one thing he didn't say: with the assistance of the system.

"With the system, a certain family, King Wu, got Jiang Taigong, and Liu Taizu met Zhang Liang. This system, it is my Taigong and my son's house!"

He shook his head proudly, and was overjoyed.

After a while, Ding Feng calmed down. He came to the water tank and saw that there was still some water inside, so he took off his clothes and washed away the smelly sweat.

After cleaning, he clenched his fists and felt the power surge in his body, and his body was like a volcano erupting, full of strength.

"My current strength? If I punch, I will definitely have three hundred pounds."

After the foundation is laid, the strength you have is often measured by punching 300 pounds.

He has now reached the peak of foundation laying and completed the foundation building, and he will definitely have 300 kilograms of strength.

"Tomorrow, I will report to the Sutra Pavilion and receive the human-level martial arts!"

The Guiyuan Leaf is just a foundation-laying technique, and its effects are limited. If you want to continue practicing, you must have the next level of practice. Such techniques are treasured in the Sutra Pavilion.

The foundation laying technique can be learned by everyone, but human-level technique at the next level is difficult to obtain. Even if Ding Feng is the grandson of the clan leader, he cannot obtain it before reaching the foundation laying peak.

It was sweet and sweet until the sun rose.

"Who is aware of the big dream first? I know in my life that I dream three thousand years ago, and I want to build a big harem! Tsk tsk tsk, we are so talented!"

After making fun of yourself, I feel better.

Ding Feng washed his face, rustled his mouth, and put on two punches to consolidate it. Then he thought of a question, "There is no food, haha, we are not afraid, the foundation is laid perfectly, and the treatment will naturally be improved. At worst, we can go to the public canteen of the tribe to have dinner!"

The so-called public canteen is used by servants, so the quality of the food is naturally not high.

Close the yard door, the smile on Tingfeng's face was curled away, and he kept his usual silent appearance.

Dingjiabao is very large, with a besieged city of ten miles apart, like a tiny city with strict defense. Here, most of them are Ding's family, direct branches, and village houses that depend on the Ding family. It is simply a small kingdom.

The head of the Ding family is here to be the local emperor.

Although Ding Feng was not valued, he was a direct descendant after all, so he naturally lived in the core area and was not far from the Sutra Pavilion.

At this time, most of the tribesmen had just gotten up or were practicing, and they didn't meet many people on the road. Even if they met, they were just passers-by. At most, they nodded at Ding Feng and walked over without expression.

The Sutra Pavilion is not big, only four floors, and is not conspicuous.

When he came here, for some reason, Ding Feng was a little nervous.

"My predecessor is eager to enter, but he often takes a look at him secretly but cannot enter. Now...!"

Ding Feng felt sad for his predecessor.

A realistic and cruel world.

Grandpa is like a cold king, high above, looking down at the Ding family, only genius in his eyes.

Rust!

There was an old man in front of the door slowly sweeping the fallen leaves, shaking, as if he was about to fall down at any time. It would be no exaggeration to describe it as an old-fashioned person.

But Ding Feng knew that this old man was the gatekeeper who guarded the Sutra Pavilion, and others called him Grandpa Cang.

"Could this Grandpa Cang be the monk who swept the floor?"

Ding Feng thought strangely.

"Little guy, if you want to enter the Sutra Pavilion, you must have a black wood token."

Grandpa Cang stopped, turned his head tremblingly and looked at Ding Feng and smiled.

"Grandpa Cang, I just reached the peak of laying the foundation. Today I came here for testing. I also asked Grandpa Ding to verify it."

Ding Feng bowed and said respectfully.

"With your bone age, the foundation has been laid for a long time now, and you can barely make do with it. Even if you can't become a strong man, it's not difficult to make a living." Grandpa Cang nodded and gave a comfort that was not comfort, "Come on, put your all your strength towards Ruo Jinshi."

Ding Feng did not hesitate and immediately walked over, slapping soft gold and stones with his palms for the test.

This soft gold and stone is very unique, soft and tough, without the hardness of metals, but has toughness that other metals cannot reach. It is also called soft iron.

What's more special is that a hundred pounds of strength can make an inch of mark, which is suitable for testing the strength of a warrior.

"Display it for me!"

He stepped on his waist, grabbed the ground with his toes, his calf trembled, his regularity was like a cicada wing, his large tendons collapsed, like a long bow, twisted his waist and gathered strength, spread to his shoulders, penetrated his arms, swung his wrists, and slapped his third style of Guiyuan Palm in a perfect state, "Pressing the Mountain Peak" slapped forward.

Bang……!

The soft gold and stone trembled slightly, and Ding Feng's palm fell into it. After his palm left, the palm print was still clear, but after two breaths, it quickly recovered as before.

"Three inches and five minutes, 350 kilograms of strength, laying the foundation perfectly, and practicing Guiyuan Jue to a perfect state. Little guy, very good."

Grandpa Cang nodded with satisfaction and praised him.

Through one palm, I saw through Ding Feng’s practice of Guiyuan Jue, which shocked Ding Feng and became somewhat sure: Grandpa Cang should be a similar monk to the sweeping ground, but I don’t know how strong he is?

Ding Feng didn't have the taste of exploration, he just smiled foolishly, "If you don't have the qualifications, you can only practice hard. If you practice a lot, practice will naturally lead to success."

"The little guy doesn't have to be humble. If you can reach the perfect state of martial arts by practicing hard, why do you need a genius?" Grandpa Cang said, and somehow he took out a black wooden sign from somewhere, took out a carving knife and asked, "Little guy, your name!"

"Ding Feng!"

"Ding Feng, Ding Feng? A good name, I hope you are as your name!"

Ding Feng smiled foolishly again, and saw Grandpa Cang swaying his wrist, and in a blink of an eye he engraved his name on the black wooden sign, which became a black wooden token, representing an identity.

"Get in! Remember, you only have one stick of incense time, you can copy or record, you can do whatever you want!" Grandpa Cang threw the black wood token to Ding Feng, and at the same time told the rules, waved his hand, and cleaned the fallen leaves again.

"Blackwood Token!"

Holding the small wooden sign, Ding Feng felt excited. His predecessor had been looking forward to it for eight or nine years, but he obtained it in one day. He had to say that his fortune was so good. "For others, one stick of incense, at most, he copied three secret scripts of martial arts, but I...!"

The corner of his mouth bent slightly, and immediately returned to his silent appearance, and walked towards the door.

At this moment, a handsome and cold-tempered boy came out of it. Seeing Ding Feng, the man paused and said uncertainly: "Xiao Shiba?"

"Have you met Brother Six!"

Through memory, Ding Feng knew that this was Ding Chenlong, the son of the second uncle, who ranked sixth among his peers, but he was the first genius of the young generation of the Ding family. He was relatively cold and had little intersection between the two.

"The son of the third uncle, Ding Feng, Xiao Shiba! Have you got the Black Wood Token? The foundation was laid at the age of fifteen. It's a pity that the third uncle is heroic in his lifetime!" Ding Chenlong nodded indifferently, confirmed Ding Feng's identity. There was no contempt in his eyes, only ignoring, shook his head and sighed, ignored Ding Feng, and turned his head away.

Ignore!

Naked ignorance!
Chapter completed!