Chapter 867

"The Ren meridian is open! The first pass of the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield is also broken!" The sweat was quite sticky, which was very uncomfortable on the skin and clothes, but Bai Lang's heart was filled with waves of joy—opening the Ren meridian meant the small circulation was complete, and his internal force had increased by at least three or four times, turning from the original small river into a river that could be seen. And the capacity of the dantian Qi sea had also changed from a small pond to a size that could be called a pool. In terms of martial arts alone, he was at least ten times stronger than before.

The most critical thing was that he could now be called a martial arts person, and was no longer any "thug." However, the key at the moment was to quickly return to where he lived, take a shower, change into a set of clothes, and then sit in meditation to adjust his breath to calm the internal force, and go through a circulation to consolidate it. So Bai Lang hurriedly finished his practice and was about to leave this place directly.

At this time, among the few people surrounding him, two young men directly bowed and saluted, "Take me as your apprentice, Master." Although Bai Lang had some psychological preparation—these people had been watching him for more than a month, and Bai Lang knew about the psychological activities of some of them. "Ah?" This young martial arts person pretended to be stupid, looking at these two young men who were definitely older than him.

"I want to learn real kung fu!" These two people said in unison again. Bai Lang also smiled, "Next time, next time." As for teaching martial arts, he didn't care—anyway, they were all superficial skills, and practicing them wouldn't cause any problems, and it was not bad to be able to strengthen the body. As for being brave and fighting after practicing martial arts? This was a matter of personal character and had nothing to do with him teaching martial arts.

Putting this matter aside, Bai Lang quickly passed through the park and quickly returned to the place he rented. He didn't even want to wash the clothes he changed, just threw them away. And scrubbing himself didn't feel effective, so he used body wash to wash himself, put on clothes, and went out again, going to a bathhouse, preparing to let someone scrub his back. "Scrub my body well. I think it's the dirt discharged from the body through the pores after opening the small circulation."

Sure enough, the stuff scrubbed out by the young man scrubbing his back even shocked Bai Lang himself, "There's at least a pound of old mud! Damn!" The young man seemed to be a bit shocked too—out of the ethics of the service industry, he tried his best to hold back his contempt, but Bai Lang knew that this young man must be thinking about how many years this person hadn't taken a bath...

Although Bai Lang felt that he was fragrant, there was no way to help with the large amount of stuff coming out of the pores. The key was that it was still sticky on the skin. Anyway, after the young man scrubbed hard, Bai Lang specially added the most expensive package, which was considered letting the young man get more commission. After Bai Lang, who was red all over, rinsed himself, he soaked in the pool, and while feeling refreshed, he also began to silently circulate the internal force small circulation.

The circulation of internal force had never been so smooth, and the internal force that walked through the Ren meridian contained more power and generated more new internal force when walking through other meridians than before. "No wonder that Mo Zhai was directly accepted into the inner sect. Although I haven't seen him again in three years, I guess he can be considered a good hand, right? At least he has opened more than half of the twelve regular meridians—if it's just according to my current situation..."

And the internal force circulation route belonging to the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield was not the same as the introductory internal force. Bai Lang tried to circulate according to the internal force route of the Golden Bell Shield—now he had only broken the first pass, and the internal force circulation route was very short, and it was only the few regular meridians that walked when practicing the first pass—at the same time as breaking the pass, they had all been opened.

After this internal force was circulated according to the breathing method, it immediately brought Bai Lang a feeling of heaviness and stagnation as it flowed through the meridians, just like a river turning into mercury. Although the circulation slowed down, the solidity and momentum had made great progress. It was just that such internal force would soon dissipate, and it was estimated that it would take some time to completely transform the introductory true Qi in the dantian into the internal force of the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield.

"Since that's the case, let's grind it slowly." Bai Lang made a decision.

The Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield kung fu, in Bai Lang's view, didn't seem to need much primordial energy. Of course, using primordial energy might make the practice faster, but for now, it was just digging true Qi from the primordial energy-rich food he ate and his own body. From outside to inside was the mystery of this martial art. The next day, after Bai Lang absorbed the first mouthful of purple energy from the sun, the park opened not long after, and those few people also came. When they came, they first surrounded him and watched. After Bai Lang finished a set of Thirty-Two Road Long Fist, they carefully came over and directly wanted to kowtow and apprentice.

Being able to do this step, those who had come to watch Bai Lang practice martial arts every day for more than a month, rain or shine, must be people who loved martial arts from the bottom of their hearts—Bai Lang didn't hate such people. Although he might not love martial arts so much, just to survive, he could understand such people. And these people probably all had some money—the longest one had been watching him for several months, and this was almost half a day. It was estimated that they didn't need to work to earn money.

He looked at these people and pondered for a moment, "Don't apprentice. It's no problem to give you some pointers. Let's make progress together, make progress together." After saying that, Bai Lang walked to the young man who was leading, "You have practiced martial arts, so let me see what you have practiced and to what extent? Let's come one by one."

Bai Lang didn't mind spending this little time—anyway, he wouldn't practice from morning to night. In that case, haste makes waste, and he was afraid that he would practice his body badly. Those people were also very happy. They were just trying it out, and they didn't expect that this "young man" with real skills would really be willing to give pointers on their martial arts.

These martial arts enthusiasts really had some skills—being able to run over to watch Bai Lang practice martial arts before dawn every day, this perseverance in practicing martial arts was still there. In Bai Lang's view, these people were probably formally apprenticed to a master, and it seemed that the master really taught some real skills. At least it was a bit different from the enthusiasts he saw on weekdays, "Have you learned fighting methods? You must have formally apprenticed to a master, right?"

These people all nodded, "Dasheng Pigua, Baji Fist, Xingyi Fist, Tiger-Crane Double Form." These people reported the names of the martial arts they practiced one after another. "Let me practice a set first." Bai Lang thought for a while, and the Thirty-Two Road Long Fist was displayed again. This time, he hit it slower.

Next, he let those people practice while giving pointers on the places they needed to pay attention to—but it was just the level of not having practiced strength. Bai Lang's martial arts were more than enough to guide them. Of course, some people proposed that they wanted to learn his Thirty-Two Road Long Fist—these were smart people with eyes, who saw at a glance that the mystery and power of this Long Fist were above the martial arts they practiced.

Bai Lang just smiled and didn't pick up this topic—it wasn't that he didn't want to teach, it was purely because this person was ambitious, and if his own kung fu wasn't good, he couldn't practice his Thirty-Two Road Long Fist well—or it was better for those who had never learned martial arts to directly learn the Thirty-Two Road Long Fist.

Just like this, in a corner of the park, a small martial arts group was established. ===== CHAPTER 868 =====