Jingcheng, Luoan.

Early in the morning, after Su Ye casually filled his stomach, he came to a somewhat wild forest.

After arriving here, he relaxed his mind and body, started breathing and practicing according to the practice method taught to him by his roommate Wang Chao.

He is very interested in spiritual practice.

After personally seeing Wang Chao use one of his palms to bend a huge wrench, Su Ye only thought it was very handsome and awesome.

He really wanted to see if Wang Chao, who was known to have the iron head skill, would have his head cracked after Su Ye learned the 'Vajra Palm' and was slapped on the head by him.

Wang Chao obviously knew what Su Ye was thinking and showed disdain: Just you?

Su Ye's eyes were provocative: Oh, let's wait and see!

At this time, Su Ye was already feeling the breathing and breathing technique that was known as the pre-Qin Qi refining technique.

The Qi in the body can be sensed extremely clearly.

It's just that the airflow is scurrying around like a mouse and is not easy to control.

Moreover, according to Wang Chao, he is old, already over 22 years old, and there is a possibility that he will never be able to learn to practice Qi in his whole life.

Su Ye sneered at this - Wang Chao, this idiot, had no idea why he, Su Ye, was older? He was so handsome and invincible, how about turning eighteen every day?

"ha--"

"ha--"

Su Ye gestured to breathe in and out while making a powerful sound from his throat.

He felt it was more impressive this way.

He also felt that the sounds of those masters fighting on TV should be coming from their throats or shouting.

Didn't Jay Chou use his mouth to dub the song "Nunchaku"?

Hey hey hey.

While Su Ye was refining his Qi, he tried to guide the Qi in his body to move upward.

It's just a pity that when it reaches the back, the air seems to be blocked, and it can't flow up no matter what.

"Is this really impossible?"

Su Ye frowned slightly, feeling a little irritable.

"If heaven had not given birth to me, Su Ye, refining my energy would be like a long night."

Su Ye cooed, and then began to use his clever brain.

"In the final analysis, if you can't get angry, it's because your back is blocked. If it's blocked, just flush it away."

"The internal air power is insufficient, and it cannot be controlled to accelerate into a spiral, and it cannot be condensed into a needle..."

"Then just use external force to strike."

Su Ye thought about it and felt that his idea was truly genius.

Those pre-Qin Qi refiners and so on were still not good after all.

Such a method is not actively recorded and taught.

Su Ye thought, and tried to shout "Boom", "Ha", "Chi Chi——"

The impact was carried out in conjunction with the thin Qi in his body.

As a result, naturally there was no result.

Afterwards, Su Ye stopped shouting and went to the center of the forest to find a thick old pine tree.

Then, Su Ye leaned over, and after rubbing against it, he was almost in contact with the air current on the back of his spine.

Therefore, after adjusting his posture, Su Ye turned around and used the force of recoil to hit the tree hard with his back.

"snort!"

"Peng——"

"snort!"

"Peng——"

Su Ye adjusted the rhythm and kept bumping.

From time to time, pine needles from the pine trees fell from top to bottom, pricking Su Ye's head or back, and they were green.

Su Ye didn't care at all.

It's quite remote here, but it's not like no one comes here.

After all, remote places near the university are also favorite places for some wild mandarin ducks.

Therefore, from time to time, men and women passed by and looked at Su Ye in great surprise.

Su Ye went his own way and didn't care.

At this time, a young man came from a distance. Seeing Su Ye's performance, the expression on his face suddenly became more exciting.

The corner of his mouth twitched and he said: "Su Ye, what are you doing? Are you bumping into it like this? Does this tree have a grudge against you?"

Su Ye looked at the young man with a look that made everyone drunk but only sober: "What do you know? I am practicing and practicing my spine."

When Su Ye spoke, there were sounds of "hum" and "peng" at the same time, so that the young man did not hear clearly.

"Lianji???, right???"

When the young man heard this, he repeated it instinctively, and then the corners of his mouth twitched.

"He...he...can't do this? How old is he..."

A woman behind the young man wearing an apricot yellow dress and light makeup said sadly.

As she spoke, she instinctively pulled up her skirt and carefully looked around the skirt. She found no foreign objects, so she felt a little relieved.

"It's okay. It's very clean. I didn't get it in there."

The young man said something, then shook his head and said: "This person is a little stunned, very bad, probably because he is not good at that, and he is stimulated..."

The young man lowered his voice, and then looked at Su Ye with a sigh of relief as he practiced hard there, pulling his girlfriend away.

Su Ye had no expression on his face and continued to practice Qi vigorously.

Unfortunately, his genius idea did not achieve miracles.

After bumping for a while, Su Ye's throat came out with a fishy-sweet breath.

Then, my back became a little numb, and my arms seemed to be a little out of control.

"Well, you shouldn't do it too hastily. It seems that this method is too powerful. You need to learn it slowly and step by step."

"Well, then let's hit it a hundred times."

"Then we'll continue tomorrow."

"Practice for two hours every day and hit five hundred times."

"No, five hundred is not a good number, so six hundred and sixty-six."

"Sixty-six is ​​a smooth number, this number is comfortable."

"A hundred times doesn't seem too good."

"Then give it another hundred and eight hits."

"The interval between each stroke must be timed and the interval is three seconds."

"Four seconds, the pronunciation of four is not pleasant."

"Five seconds isn't very good either."

"Six seconds is good, six is ​​a good number, but the interval is too long, which is not good for practice."

"Then just give it three seconds."

"Bump once every three seconds."

"One hundred and eight times, three hundred and twenty-four seconds."

"Perfect."

Su Ye thought about it in his heart, then smiled happily and felt comfortable.

Then he adjusted the collars of the clothes, making sure that the collars of the shirts on both sides were very straight, and at the same time, the neck area exposed by the open buttons had to be very symmetrical from left to right.

Then he smoothed out all the wrinkles on his shirt and lifted up his pants.

Su Ye felt more comfortable.

However, when he looked up at the tree, he felt a little uncomfortable again.

The tree was hit and lost some of its bark, so it looks bulging on one side and a little dented on the other.

"That won't work. We have to dent the bark on this side."
To be continued...