Chapter 40 Eighth Grade

The blue dragon cave.

The crane's claws imprinted on the sand.

The copper wall of Chibi.

The thunder of ten miles.

Zhong Lin's punches and kicks brought violent wind, and there were bursts of breathing sounds like bellows from his chest.

The essence of "Iron Mountain Kung Fu" is not these moves, but the breathing method contained in the moves. Only in this way can the "Iron Mountain Kung Fu" really play its role in tempering the body.

Zhong Lin, who has full experience, can always give full play to the effect of "Iron Mountain Kung Fu". The muscles and bones in the body are constantly stretched and tightened when the fists and feet are stretched, and the medicinal power is attached to them and constantly strengthens them.

In seven days, the blood-replenishing pills are fully supplied, and Zhong Lin's absorption of the medicinal power is almost perfect, so that his martial arts cultivation can be described as a thousand miles a day.

Zhong Lin in the yard is naked, and his body is no longer skinny as before, but plump, with tight and firm muscles, and flexible and powerful limbs.

He only looked stronger than before, but only Zhong Lin himself knew that his muscles and bones were much tighter, and his weight had increased by 20 to 30 kilograms.

Suddenly, Zhong Lin shouted loudly, and the style of his boxing suddenly changed. His body was like a tiger, and a faint tiger roar came from it.

"The tiger is coming down the mountain."

Zhong Lin stepped hard, and his originally slender legs suddenly swelled up at this moment, with muscles surging and veins exposed.

Swish!

Zhong Lin kicked and shuttled through.

One run, one kick, one explosion.

The leg force tore through the air, making a heart-wrenching sound that was transmitted far away, extremely sharp.

Zhong Lin fell from the air, stood still, his eyes slightly closed, and slowly opened his eyes after a long while.

"The eighth level Yijin realm is done."

"The tendons are strengthened, the membrane is tougher, and the strength has increased a lot. Now I should have 500 kilograms of strength."

"And this is just the beginning of entering the eighth level Yijin realm. The focus of "Iron Mountain Kung Fu" is also strength, and the strength should increase in the later stage."

Zhong Lin was ecstatic and had enough knowledge about the eighth level Yijin realm.

You know, in this era where 99% of people are hungry and malnourished, 500 kilograms of strength can be considered a strongman.

Sometimes, Zhong Lin looked at the empty bottle on the ground and his heart was bleeding again.

"It's true what the poor are good at martial arts. The cost of completing the Yijin realm in just seven days is to consume 23 blood-replenishing pills, which is 230 taels of silver... fuck."

The silver earned in the past few days was basically consumed on blood-replenishing pills. Unfortunately, Zhong Lin still hasn't cracked the recipe of blood-replenishing pills.

All the medicinal ingredients contained in it have been explored. Zhong Lin has also tried to gather all the medicinal materials together and then burn them to refine them. In the end, only a pile of residues came out. They smelled poisonous, not to mention eating them.

"What a pity."

After sighing for a while, Zhong Lin put on his equipment again, packed the thirty packets of Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup he got from Xu Lewu, squatted slightly on his knees, and stepped over the gate wall.

The fascia of the eighth-grade Yijin Realm is strong and flexible, with fierce bursts and agile bodies. It is as if walking on flat ground to climb over the two-meter-high courtyard wall.

He came to the valley with ease, paid three big coins and started to set up a stall to sell medicine.

"Brother, do you want the secret book?"

The familiar figure came to Zhong Lin again. It was the skinny monkey who sold the secret book to him when Zhong Lin first came to the black market.

This guy is a frequent visitor to the black market. He comes on time every day to sell his secret book. Don't say it, some people are really deceived.

Zhong Lin was too lazy to remind him. The more you remind him, the less he will believe you. Only when you really hit a wall will he turn back.

Although Zhong Lin had never spoken to him, he had been selling medicine here for seven consecutive days and was considered familiar with him, although he could not see his face.

But he did not expect that this guy would sell medicine to him again. Is he looking for a fight?

Before Zhong Lin got angry, he quickly said, "Brother, don't be angry. Listen to me first. What I'm selling this time is not a martial arts method or a weapon, but a book of miscellaneous skills. I don't know if you are interested?"

"Not interested, get out."

Zhong Lin cursed and drove the skinny monkey away.

The skinny monkey also left embarrassedly, not daring to offend Zhong Lin, mainly because he knew the ghost-head knife in Zhong Lin's hand, and the owner of the ghost-head knife had not appeared for a long time. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be broken.

Soon, customers came to the door, and they were all regular customers.

"I want three packs."

"Give me two packs."

"Five packs."

No mistakes, just one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum!

"One pack."

Business was as hot as ever, mainly because the Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup sold by Zhong Lin had become famous in the past few days and had repeat customers.

But in less than half an hour, all 30 packs of Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup were sold out, and all the money was put into his purse. He didn't need to buy pills anymore. The ghost-faced man who sold pills didn't come the day before yesterday, which disappointed Zhong Lin for a long time. He originally wanted to continue to get along with him and try to buy the formula of the blood-nourishing pill to study.

Zhong Lin, who was collecting the money, only felt a sense of being watched from a distance, and immediately turned his head to scan the direction of the sensation.

The man hurriedly avoided his sight, turned around, and then leaned over a stall to look around, as if asking for the price was extremely normal.

"It's the last day of the black market this month. It seems that someone can't help it." Zhong Lin sneered.

These days, Zhong Lin sells Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup every day. The profits he gets from it have long made others jealous. The surveillance just now is not the first time. Zhong Lin can vaguely sense someone spying on him when he comes to the black market two or three times recently.

The other party is doing it secretly, but you have to know that his predecessor was a hunter and was extremely sharp. How could he not find it? He just pretended not to know.

After wiping the words on the sign, Zhong Lin also stood up and walked around the black market with the crowd, buying some things he needed.

An hour later, Zhong Lin left the black market, and after Zhong Lin left, several figures in the black market disappeared, and even attracted a lot of discussion.

A bystander sees clearly.

Zhong Lin's business is so hot that there are naturally more than one person watching him.

"Fuck, they got the upper hand, and the fat sheep flew away."

"Who were the people just now?"

"What do you mean by one group? Open your eyes and look, there are two groups. One group is from the Black Tiger Gang. The leader is a strong man like an iron tower named Dong Yan, who can kill an eighth-grade warrior with his "Mixed Iron Palm". The other group was found by Skinny Monkey. They are a mixed bunch and I didn't recognize them, but I think they are not weak either."

"Hiss! Doesn't that mean the medicine seller is dead? It's a pity that his Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup is a bit expensive, but the effect is really good."

"Hehe, that's not necessarily true. If the medicine seller is caught, no matter who he is, he will definitely ask for the prescription. At that time, he will just change to another stall to buy it."

"That's right."