Chapter 818

The Internal Force was vast and surging. Although three years of practice had only turned the Internal Force into a small river, and there were still two acupoints in the Ren meridian that hadn't been opened, it couldn't even be considered a complete small cycle. But at this moment, once he practiced the Golden Bell Shield, that small river-like Internal Force actually turned into a Yangtze River, surging and impacting one of the twelve regular meridians. This momentum was very fierce, but the stamina was also extremely insufficient—who told this Internal Force to be the amount of a small river originally? To make it instantly turn into a raging wave, wasn't it just draining the water volume to play a one-wave flow.

Originally, such an impact, due to insufficient stamina, was very difficult to open the acupoints—it wasn't that opening the acupoints was the end of it, it also required circulating Internal Force in the opened acupoints to consolidate them, which was considered opening the acupoints. Sure enough, the first wave of impact didn't open the acupoints, but Bai Lang's movements didn't stop, and his breathing was equally stable, so soon, he gathered a new wave of waves from the acupoints and meridians that had already been opened, and began to impact again.

This impact was actually quite painful. The key was that this wasn't the kind of pain that could be overcome by rubbing, but the feeling that the meridians were breaking inch by inch but had to be endured alive. Bai Lang gritted his teeth and endured, while also forcibly restraining his mind, insisting on forcing himself to focus on the coordination of movements and breathing, instead of thinking about the feeling of impacting the acupoints. The second wave also didn't succeed, but it was even more painful—and as the movements continued, the third wave had already formed.

The third wave succeeded, opening the acupoint, and opening the first acupoint of this regular meridian. And Bai Lang still couldn't stop—because what was written in the secret manual was to finish this set of movements. So he endured the pain and continued, and this time, the acupoints impacted became the last two acupoints of the Ren meridian... It was also three waves of impact, and that kind of intense pain almost made Bai Lang's movements deform, but it still couldn't open the acupoints. Fortunately, this set of movements was finished.

Bai Lang finished his practice, breathed slowly to calm the agitation of the Internal Force, and controlled them bit by bit into the dantian Qi sea. At this time, the sky was bright, and it was time to go back—by the way, eat breakfast, and continue practicing at noon and dusk, but this wasn't as important as the morning. Bai Lang spent half of his 24 hours a day practicing—one movement and one stillness always consumed so much time.

For the rest of the time, he could also surf the internet to collect information, stroll around to relax his mood, or even think about nothing, just enjoying the daze of modern life—even if it was a daze, it was better than being an agency thug in the world he transmigrated from... "It seems no wonder it needs so-called strength-building pills. With the level of Internal Force I have already practiced, it would still be like this. If someone here hasn't practiced any Internal Force at all, wouldn't it be practicing in vain?" Bai Lang flipped through the secret manual and thought so.

And the medicinal soup used for external training now seemed to be relatively unimportant—because the medicinal paste Bai Lang had used was definitely better than this. The medicinal paste issued as a gang benefit every month was likely to have a better effect than the medicinal soup recorded in this secret manual. And Bai Lang had practiced uninterruptedly for three years, the efficacy of the medicinal paste had already penetrated into the bone marrow, and the blood and Qi had already been developed enough, so when he was just practicing the first pass of the Golden Bell Shield, he wouldn't damage his body.

In this way, it seemed that even the strength-building pills might not be necessary. With Bai Lang's level, he could completely practice like this—the key was that this Golden Bell Shield could actually open acupoints, and it didn't look like a fake. However, he still had to be careful about whether he would go into demonic deviation. But with the introductory-level Internal Force Bai Lang practiced plus the small river-like Internal Force, I'm afraid he wasn't qualified to go into demonic deviation yet? Not needing those prescriptions also had a benefit, that was, in Bai Lang's view, these prescriptions were more used as introductory restrictions, "Using high-priced or even impossible medicinal materials to block the practitioner—the reason you can't practice it is because you can't afford the medicine. Isn't this the usual trick of a Jianghu swindler."

According to Bai Lang's knowledge, hundred-year-old wild ginseng was probably lignified, and there was no talk of how much medicinal effect it had, but the price was expensive to death... As for tiger bone? Forget it, let's see if cow bone can replace it. In Bai Lang's view, practicing this martial art was best for him to eat more meat.

It seemed that the case really didn't involve him. Logically speaking, this injury should be at least three years in prison, but if Bai Lang couldn't be found, it could only be a cold case. The second day, the third day... and even the following months, Bai Lang spent them like this, two points and one line, no longer causing trouble, practicing quietly, and the progress was naturally okay.

One of the twelve regular meridians was opened, and even the Ren meridian only had the last acupoint left. As long as it was opened, his small cycle would be considered complete—from then on, the Internal Force circulation would no longer be intermittent, which could be said to be a great improvement in martial arts. Only at this step could he call himself a person in the martial arts world. A martial arts practitioner who hadn't even opened the small cycle could only be called a thug. Therefore, Bai Lang's spirit was even fuller, his practice was more and more serious, and the intense pain in the meridians had already begun to get used to.

This day was also a mouthful of purple Qi at the beginning of the sunrise in the morning, and then he began to practice the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, also enduring the intense pain of the meridians being forcibly widened, letting the gathered Internal Force giant wave begin to impact the last acupoint of the Ren meridian. Thanks to these months of hard work, his Internal Force had grown quite a bit, and this Golden Bell Shield's method of practicing from outside to inside also enhanced his external martial arts, drawing a mouthful of True Qi from the external muscles, bones, skin, and flesh to strengthen his Internal Force—this was exactly the same as the 32-Route Long Fist he practiced at the beginning.

So now the giant wave turned into by Internal Force already had two wave heads, one in front and one behind, and if the front wave didn't succeed in impacting, it could add 30% of its power to the back wave, adding even more power—of course, it was also more painful. Bai Lang practiced the external fist and foot techniques of the Golden Bell Shield step by step, while outside, a circle of idlers or martial arts enthusiasts were watching him practice martial arts. Traditionally, this was considered a taboo, but Bai Lang didn't know or care about this at all—practicing openly in the park was inevitable, otherwise, he could just practice in his own courtyard, right?

He just controlled the explosive power of his fist, collecting the strength again and again, just not wanting to attract more people's attention. If he attracted those boring reporters or something to give him a city interview, that would be troublesome—Bai Lang couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be recognized by the few people he beat after being on TV. There were old and young people surrounding him, but there were seven or eight of them. In the past few months, the number of people had gradually increased, from one or two at first, and then slowly became these seven or eight. It seemed that they didn't actively spread it.

Bai Lang ignored them first. For this day's giant wave impact, he originally estimated that it still couldn't be done, and perhaps it would take a few more days. However, he didn't expect that the first wave actually opened the last acupoint of this Ren meridian. Internal Force rolled in, walked a circle along the Ren meridian, and the intense pain instantly turned into an indescribable feeling of comfort. His whole body felt light as if it was about to fly, and the pores of his whole body that were originally locked were all opened in an instant. Sweat flowed out in the blink of an eye, wetting the clothes on his body, and the sweat steamed up, making him look like a freshly baked bun... ===== CHAPTER 819 =====