Chapter 23 Medicinal Bath

Hearing Wang Minglang's voice, Li Bo came back to his senses, but still couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

Twenty exercises! Doesn't he know what pain is? !

This is twenty exercises! Even if he has now practiced the second level of Iron Arm Fist, he can never do this!

That kind of heart-piercing pain is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear!

Especially when he knows that it will hurt to hit him, he can still do this step. He is definitely a ruthless person! A ruthless person who is especially ruthless to himself!

He couldn't help but think that Li Lang would kowtow to Qin Jiang to apologize.

Snap, snap.

"What's wrong? I'm asking you a question?"

Wang Minglang spoke. He didn't see the process of Qin Jiang practicing Iron Arm Fist, but thought he had completed daily training.

Li Bo swallowed his saliva when he heard it, "Master Wang, 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, Brother Jiang, completed twenty exercises!" Li Bo said again.

Suck!

Wang Minglang's eyes widened, and Li Bo's words were like thunder in his ears!

Without stopping, he strode towards Qin Jiang.

When he got close, he wanted to pull up Qin Jiang's arm, but when he saw the layer of medicine, he stopped and bent down, with his head close to Qin Jiang's arms.

He looked like he wanted to dig out his eyeballs and stick them on.

"Something is wrong, something is wrong, it must be twelve points wrong."

He muttered to himself, feeling more and more wrong.

How could I not understand the Iron Arm Fist that I created myself? No one should be able to practice it for twenty times!

Let alone twenty times, even if you practice the Iron Arm Fist to the third level, it is at most sixteen times! That kind of pain is unimaginable unless you experience it yourself!

There is no way, the Zhenwu in the Red Tiger Gang is not allowed to be passed on to others, so he can only create a Zhenwu to sell for money.

Therefore, although it did not improve his strength, he would try it himself. He couldn't make up a story about Zhenwu that he couldn't practice, right?

"Can you still lift your arm?" he asked.

Qin Jiang raised his arm directly, and then replied affirmatively: "Yes."

"Lift it for a while."

As he said that, Wang Minglang looked up at Qin Jiang's armpit, observed carefully for a moment and showed an understanding expression.

Standing up straight, he put one hand behind his back, stroked his beard with the other hand and smiled, "Sure enough, you have already practiced the first level."

As soon as the voice fell, several students around him exploded.

"Practice the first level?! How is this possible?!"

"Yes! Didn't you just learn it yesterday?! One day, one day to practice it?!"

"Wrong! Not one day! It's one night!"

Several students looked at Qin Jiang at the same time, with shock, confusion, and a trace of fear in their eyes, which was an inexplicable fear of an incomprehensible existence.

Wang Minglang looked at Qin Jiang with a look of relief.

Last night, they were far away, and Qin Jiang threw the bodies away after killing the two guys, which made it impossible for him to judge the specific strength of the two tomb robbers.

In this way, the man and the demon should also have the strength of real warriors.

But when he thought of this, he felt a sense of frustration for no reason.

As the founder of the Iron Arm Fist, he couldn't do Qin Jiang's level, which was really embarrassing.

Tsk, this kid's talent is not inferior to his sister by half, I really don't know how good he is!

"Okay, don't look at it, do what you should do! Xiao Jiang, 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, and the room suddenly darkened, but there was still sunlight coming in from the window, so it was not dark.

He walked in front of Qin Jiang, "Raise your arms."

Qin Jiang raised his arms, and the cool feeling of the arm-washing secret medicine gradually subsided, and the surface of his arms felt warm.

"Raise your arms after applying the secret medicine for washing your arms to speed up the absorption of the medicine."

As he spoke, Wang Minglang stretched out his hands and pinched Qin Jiang's shoulder blades on both sides.

Suddenly, a shock burst out from his fingertips, and Qin Jiang only felt his arms slightly numb.

After a breath, Wang Minglang retracted his hands with doubts in his eyes.

No hidden injuries? Even the internal fascia is very elastic, stronger than his own?

"You didn't take a medicinal bath, how can you have no hidden injuries?"

You know, the medicinal bath method of the Iron Arm Fist is the core of this martial art.

When he created the Iron Arm Fist, it was based on this medicinal bath prescription!

It can be said that the medicinal bath came first, and then the Iron Arm Fist!

And this medicinal bath method can only be used after the body is on the verge of the limit. The closer to the limit, the better the effect.

Not only can it repair the body, but it also takes the meaning of breaking and then building, destroying the old, creating a new life, and achieving a transformation!

Of course, the prescription for creating a new life is just bragging.

There are at least 80 people who have taken medicinal baths under him, not to mention 100, and none of them have achieved the so-called transformation. Basically, they have only been slightly strengthened, and the main function is to eliminate hidden injuries.

Qin Jiang put down his arms after hearing this, "It may be because of the Five Animals Play. I learned the Five Animals Play with Doctor Baiyun before. After practicing it, the body's recovery speed has increased a lot. If there is no Five Animals Play, it should not be possible to practice it for 20 times."

Wang Minglang nodded slightly, "I see. I know that Wu Qin Xi is a kind of health-preserving skill. It should be that Wu Qin Xi stimulates your own talent, so it can achieve this effect."

After saying that, he walked to the bed, picked up the smoking gun and lit it, "However, the advantages accumulated by Wu Qinxi 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'll 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 you get to the limit, The effect will be better.”

Qin Jiang nodded, "I understand, 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 asked the boss to prepare a tough dish!"

Qin Jiang smiled and said, "We have to wait a while. Uncle Wang said that we are going to take a medicinal bath and asked me to go to the West Room to prepare."

Li Bo's expression changed when he heard this, "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.

"Are medicinal baths 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, which was a little bitter, but more like an aroma similar to sesame oil.

Looking inside the room, a large copper vat was located in the center. There was a shelf on the left wall with various kinds of 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 and said, "Stop standing, take off your clothes and sit in the tank."