Chapter Thirty-Eighth
But now, after the marrow cleaning spirit beads, and the subsequent subtle influence.
Chen Yuan’s martial arts talent can definitely be called a genius.
This can be seen from Chen Yuan’s current practice of the Vajra Glazed Body.
A slight hot temperature soaked into the body, and the blood in Chen Yuan's body was undergoing the third refining.
According to ordinary blood refining techniques, Chen Yuan is already a strong player in the blood refining level. If he steps into the fourth blood refining and the fifth blood refining, Chen Yuan's strength will be able to catch up with the bone refining warrior.
This is the horror of nine blood refinings.
In comparison, Chen Yuan has already widened the gap with ordinary people in terms of roots.
Of course, this is only true for ordinary people. Chen Yuan guessed that the body refining techniques practiced by those real geniuses in the world are definitely not just three times.
The foundation building of martial arts can summarize everything in these four words.
The foundation-building realm is all about forging a foundation and laying the foundation for future realms.
This is why ordinary yamen runners may be able to enter the blood refining level as time goes by, but very few can enter the bone refining level. Looking at the entire Ping'an County Government, there is no bone refining master who can find a palm-sized master.
Chen Yuan concentrated his mind and calmed his energy. He had hot yang energy outside and cool marrow-cleaning spiritual power inside. One inside and one outside, one outside, one cold and one hot. When the two were superimposed, the blood in his body was surging like a trickle of rivers.
In the dark, Chen Yuan seemed to be able to flow blood.
still.
Chen Yuan had been in a position for nearly an hour, and suddenly his brow frowned and opened his eyes. A sound of footsteps came from the front of the door, and golden paint all over his body hidden into his body.
"Squeak."
The door was pushed open, and Wang Ping, who was wearing a yamen runner's uniform, walked in with a smile.
"Brother Yuan, I still practice martial arts early in the morning." Wang Ping said as he looked at Chen Yuan with his naked body and bowed his horse.
"The plan for a year lies in spring, and the plan for a day lies in morning." Chen Yuan smiled, took a deep breath, and stood up.
"Anyway, there is no hope for bone refining, so I will naturally step into blood refining in a few years. I don't want to work so hard." Wang Ping shook his head.
"Uncle Wang spent money to let you enter the yamen. Isn't it just that you want to enter the martial arts and shine the lintel? If you do this, Uncle Wang's intention will be in vain."
Like Chen Yuan, Wang Ping and most of the Ping'an County yamen runners can only get in with money.
"Bad, he just wanted to get me away. He really thought I didn't know about his little trouble?" Wang Ping curled his lips, obviously having some opinions.
Chen Yuan was stunned and then remembered Wang Ping's father. He was indeed the name of Lao Wang next door. According to Wang Ping, there were many romantic affairs.
"Has the injury been healed?" Chen Yuan looked up and down.
"I'd been cured long ago. If I hadn't thought about taking the opportunity to rest for a while, I would have returned to the county government office long ago," Wang Ping hammered his chest with a few fists to show his strength.
"It's just right to come back now, but if it were before, it would be dangerous."
I have to say that Wang Ping's luck is really good. The thief of Wusheng Sect had not been involved in the affairs of the Huang family before. When he fought with the Huang family before, the county government lost a lot of people.
And the most ordinary yamen runners like Wang Ping are extremely susceptible to injury.
When Wang Ping heard Chen Yuan's words, he raised some interest in the corner of his eyes. He looked around and walked forward and lowered his voice and asked:
"Brother Yuan, I heard that Huang Xing was put into jail?"
"The Huang family had an affair with a thief in Wusheng Cult. The county magistrate was furious, so it was naturally impossible for him to let him go."
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, the Huang family is quite famous in our Ping'an County. I didn't expect it to fall down just after I said that. It's a pity that I didn't see that scene." Wang Ping felt a little regretful.
After glanced at Wang Ping, Chen Yuan said:
"Just your little body, if you really get involved, do you think you can get out of here?"
Wang Pingcan smiled and touched his face:
"Brother Yuan, you are right. With my strength, I really don't think enough."
Chen Yuan turned around and returned to the house, put on his clothes, and stepped on his long knife around his waist:
"Go to the county government."
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"Hey, Brother Yuan, you said that Huang Xing and Tie Xuan are both dead this time, who will take their position? Should you set up a relationship in advance first, so that you can relax in the future?" Wang Ping gently stroked the tiny stubble on his chin.
"Just just curry favor with me..." Chen Yuan looked at Wang Ping with a smile.
"Brother Yuan, you didn't have done it in advance, right?" Wang Ping was a little surprised.
"No."
"Then what do you mean, Brother Yuan... you don't want to be this captain, do you?" Wang Pingsi thought about it, suddenly became shocked and blurted out.
Chen Yuan smiled without saying a word, saw Zhouji Baozi Shop, and walked up quickly.
"Oh..." Wang Ping shouted and hurriedly followed.
He did not ask about the captain again. The position of the captain in a county is a ninth-rank official, and generally he must have the level of bone refining cultivation to be able to become accustomed to the point.
Although Yuan Ge'er's strength is stronger than him, it is also limited. Wang Ping just thought it was him joking.
Without taking action, no one could see that Chen Yuan's strength has reached the level of blood refining.
Of course, in the previous fight in front of the Huang family, some yamen runners knew that Chen Yuan might have started to refine blood, otherwise, they would not be able to kill an old yamen runner who had been around for a long time.
"Uncle Zhou, come six meat-filled buns, and get two more eggs." Chen Yuan looked at Xiaofang's father's busy figure and called out. Several people who were gathered around and wanted to buy buns. When they saw Chen Yuan and Wang Ping's outfits, they quickly stepped back a little.
"Afang, get your Brother Yuan..." Uncle Zhou called out.
"Why..."
Xiaofang responded, shook her braids, hurriedly jogged over, picked up the cage and filled a few buns.
"Brother Yuan, I'll just eat two."
Chen Yuan nodded and looked at Xiaofang and said:
"Get eight meat buns."
Wang Ping "..."
Xiaofang smiled and took the meat bun and egg to Chen Yuan. Her fingers touched them inadvertently and immediately shrank back, and her face seemed to be stained with a layer of red glow.
"Go away."
Chen Yuan smiled, threw the two meat buns to Wang Ping, and turned around and left.
Xiaofang blushed and watched Chen Yuan's back slowly disappear.
Wang Ping turned his head frequently, looked at Xiaofang for a while, and then looked at Chen Yuan for a while, and opened his mouth and took a big bite of the meat bag, muttering:
"Brother Yuan, Xiaofang is a good girl. What do you think of you..."
Putting the peeled eggs into your mouth, Chen Yuan said calmly:
"It's good, but not for me."
If it were Chen Yuan in the past, it would be great to marry such a family-manager. But now, Chen Yuan is determined to pursue the path of martial arts and does not want to be bound by his children's love.
This is not good for her or Chen Yuan.
As time goes by, Chen Yuan doesn't want her to be implicated by her enemies in the future, so it's better to cut off her love roots in advance.
Wang Ping heard the firmness in Chen Yuan's words, looked at Xiaofang who was looking straight behind, sighed and said to himself:
"It's love..."
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Thanks to book friend Zi Jin for his reward and support for one hundred points of coins
Chapter completed!