"Peng Bin, why are you calling me to do?"

More than ten minutes later, Peng Hao was called by Peng Bin. As soon as he entered the door, he complained, "I said that you, the head of the family, doesn't care about things normally, I was so busy that I was so dizzy that I didn't see you coming to help..."

A few days ago, the Peng family was worried about internal and external troubles, and there were strong enemies staring at each other, almost all of them were supported by Peng Hao and others. Now that the war has just been fought, it is time to harvest the results and take over the territory. Peng Hao is even more busy and has almost no time to eat.

"San brother, it's of course a good thing to ask you to come..." Peng Bin pulled his cousin over and said, "I just got a martial art that can make people stronger. Didn't I think of you as a third brother at the first time?"

"Practice the qigong? I said Peng Bin, you don't know. I have never liked playing guns and sticks since I was a child. What kind of qigong do you want me to practice?"

When he heard that it was this, Peng Hao stood up and walked out, and said angrily: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. If you want to practice, continue practicing. Don't pull me in too. Do you think third brother, I'm not busy enough, right?"

Peng Hao and Peng Bin are each at the same extreme. One is a madman in martial arts practice, while the other likes to do literature and ink. When Peng Bin grew up, he went to Myanmar to explore, while Peng Hao stayed in the family to study related management systems. The two can be said to be both literary and martial arts, inside and outside, and they have always cooperated well.

"Hey, Brother San, don't leave, it's really a good thing..."

Peng Bin smiled bitterly and grabbed Peng Hao and said, "This kind of exercise doesn't require you to dance the gun and play sticks. It is practiced through breathing and breathing. Oh, it's useless to say so much. Third brother, you can tell the benefits of it after trying it."

"Who are you lying to? Do you need to work hard to practice martial arts?" Peng Hao looked at his cousin half-believingly. Although he didn't like martial arts, he grew up in the Peng family after all. He couldn't hear the screams that shook the sky all day long in the martial arts training ground.

"Can I still lie to you?" Peng Bin raised his hand and sweared: "I really don't need to rush my body. I just adjust it through breathing. You can tell if you try it."

"How to try?"

Peng Hao was a little moved when he heard Peng Bin's words. He has worked a lot in recent years and his health is far less strong than when he was young. If he really has breathing skills that can strengthen his body, he might as well practice it.

"Let Fang Yi teach you..." Peng Bin quickly pushed Fang Yi out. Although he learned the technique, the explanation was not as detailed as Fang Yi said.

"San brother, first of all, you have to relax..."

With the previous teachings of Peng Bin and Ah Hu, Fang Yi became familiar with the explanations, and Peng Hao's understanding was much higher than Ah Hu. After just talking for more than ten minutes, Peng Hao completely mastered the steps of the breathing technique.

"San brother, try it, we will give you the Dharma protector..."

Peng Bin looked at his third brother with anticipation. He had a good relationship with Peng Hao since he was a child, but this brother did not like to practice martial arts, which was the thing that Peng Bin regretted the most. At present, there were martial arts suitable for Peng Hao to practice, so Peng Bin was naturally very happy.

"Okay, let me try if it's as magical as you said..." Peng Hao nodded, and stood up according to the footwork taught by Fang Yi, his eyes slightly closed, and his mouth and nose started to breathe.

This breathing method is intermittent and there are still some intervals in the middle. People with poor lung capacity really cannot practice it. However, Peng Hao did not smoke or drink, and the first few steps were done according to what Fang Yi taught.

"Brother Hao has a good understanding. If he practices martial arts, he will definitely be a good seedling..."

Fang Yi praised. Just when he thought Peng Hao could easily master the body refining technique, the sound of bells and drums sounding did not sound. Peng Hao's body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell forward as he fell forward.

"Third brother..." Peng Bin held Peng Hao, but saw that Peng Hao's face turned pale and blood was still gushing out of the corners of his mouth.

"Fang Yi, what's going on?" Peng Bin was shocked and looked back at Fang Yi. The sudden scene was something they had not expected.

"Brother, put Brother Hao on the bed and I'll take a look..."

Fang Yi was also puzzled and reached out to put his hand on Peng Hao's veins. He immediately found that Peng Hao's pulse was sometimes beating fast and sometimes slow, and the qi in his body was extremely disordered. This phenomenon was something Fang Yi had never seen before, but it was somewhat similar to the legendary infatuation.

However, Peng Hao did not have the cultivation level on his body. Fang Yi was very convenient for treatment. After a trace of true energy was injected into Peng Hao's body, it guided the disordered aura into the veins and gradually sorted out the breath.

"Brother Hao, how do you feel?" After a while, Fang Yi stopped, and Peng Hao, who was originally pale, had a few rosy shimmer on his face.

"I don't have strength all over, Fang Yi, what kind of martial arts is this? I'm still strengthening my body, almost killing me..." Peng Bin smiled bitterly on his face. He was still feeling sleepy all over and could not even sit up.

"No, my elder brother, I and Brother Hu have practiced it just now, and the effect is very good." Fang Yi raised his head with regret and looked at Peng Bin and Ah Hu. If there were no brothers and others who practiced before, they would not have passed this technique to Peng Hao rashly.

"Can the third brother get some of the steps wrong?" Peng Bin guessed.

"No, I kept looking at Brother Third. His understanding is much better than Brother Hu, that's right..." Fang Yi shook his head and said, "Brother Third, what do you feel now?"

"There is no feeling except for no strength at all..."

Peng Hao tried to raise his right hand, but it just lifted it a few centimeters and then it fell down. Looking at his right hand, Peng Hao smiled bitterly: "You all saw it. I can't even lift my hands now, and I'm still strong. I think it's about the same poison of tarsal bones..."

"What's going on?" Fang Yi was also a little confused and took Peng Hao's pulse again. He found that except for his weak pulse, Peng Hao's body was no longer seriously injured. He should be able to recover his strength after resting for a while.

When they stood up, Fang Yi, Peng Bin and Ah Hu looked at each other. Things that Fang Yi could not calculate were even more useless on these two brothers. When they learned this technique, they copied the rules and had no thoughts at all.

"Can it be that the third brother's physique is not suitable for martial arts?" Peng Bin held it in for a long time and put forward an idea.

"Hmm? Maybe, brother, please call a few good guys over and I'll teach them how to try..." After hearing Peng Bin's words, Fang Yi's eyes couldn't help but lit up.

"Okay, let that boy Peng Jun come here first..."

Peng Bin nodded, touched the phone and sent a page to Peng Jun. Now that the mobile phone has not been popular in Myanmar, only a few big men of Peng Bin are equipped with satellite phones. However, last month, the Peng family installed a communication base station, and as long as it is within the family, it can receive a page signal.

"Didn't Peng Jun go to Thailand to send that Miss Xiu Li?" Peng Hao glared at Peng Bin with annoyance and said, "Let Dongzi come over. He has been practicing martial arts with you since he was a child. His kung fu is pretty good. You can't have no physical fitness to practice martial arts, right?"

"I forgot about Peng Jun going to Thailand." Peng Bin slapped his forehead and said, "Okay, let the fourth brother come over and try it."

Peng Dong is the son of Peng Bin's third uncle. Like Peng Hao, he is both Peng Bin's cousin and one of the current elders of the Peng family. He grew up with Peng Bin and also practiced the outer skills inherited from the Peng family, but he did not work as hard as Peng Bin.

"What's the matter with me here?" Peng Dong was in the family and came quickly. When he entered the house and saw Peng Hao lying on the bed, he couldn't help but be surprised, "What's wrong with Brother Third? Why are you lying on the bed?"

"Ask Lao Wu to go..."

Although Peng Hao's body could not move, his eyes pointed at Peng Bin. After Peng Bin became the head of the family, Peng Hao rarely mentioned their ranking in the family, but there were no outsiders here, so Peng Hao did not give Peng Bin face.

"Lao Wu, what's going on?" Peng Dong looked at Peng Bin with confusion.

"Fourth brother, I have obtained a martial art that can strengthen my body. I originally wanted to let my third brother practice, but who knew that I would be able to practice it like this."

Peng Bin said innocently that he, Fang Yi and Ahu both gained benefits from this technique, but Peng Hao had a problem while practicing, and Peng Bin didn't know where the problem was.

"The technique that can make people strengthen their bodies?" Peng Dong was also a martial arts practitioner since he was a child. After hearing Peng Bin's words, he became interested and said, "I have been wasted over the past few years. How is this technique? Is it difficult to practice?"

As they grew older, these brothers of the Peng family had already taken charge of family affairs a few years ago. In addition to Peng Bin, who was fighting outside, Peng Dong had not practiced martial arts for several years, and his kung fu wasted not a little bit.

"It's breathing method. Let Fang Yi teach you. You can try it first..." Peng Bin said, "It's okay if we practice it, but the third brother has a problem. Fourth brother, when you turn back to practice, stop immediately if you feel something is wrong."

"Okay, I'll try it first..."

Peng Dong nodded. The Peng family was able to take root in Myanmar. From Mr. Peng in his early years to every child of the Peng family, he had a fighting spirit. People who practice martial arts were almost everywhere in the Peng family, and Peng Dong was no exception.

Fang Yi taught Peng Dong again the body refining technique. After mastering it, Peng Dong started practicing standing stances, while Fang Yi and others surrounded him with nervous expressions.

At the beginning, Peng Dong's cultivation was very smooth, and there was no such disorder of Peng Hao's qi. Fang Yi heard a crisp sound in Peng Dong's body, his face couldn't help but relax. It seemed that Peng Dong could be able to practice.

But as soon as Fang Yi's thought came to life, he heard a muffled groan suddenly appear from Peng Dong's mouth, and his body softened and collapsed to the ground. Although he did not vomit blood like Peng Hao, his practice was interrupted again.

"What's going on?" Fang Yi reacted quickly this time, holding one hand under Peng Dong's armpit, and the other hand was still on Peng Dong's wrist pulse, helping Peng Dong to the sofa next to him.

"The breath is still a little messy, but it didn't hurt the body..." Fang Yi took his pulse and found out the condition of Peng Dong's body. He was much better than Peng Hao. In just a few minutes, Fang Yi sorted out his breath.

"Fourth brother, how do you feel now? Can you stand up?" Peng Bin touched his bald head and was at a loss. If Peng Hao had never practiced martial arts and could not practice this kind of martial arts, then Peng Dong had practiced more than ten years of kung fu, so why could he not practice it?

"It went smoothly just now, but suddenly I didn't breathe and the person fell down. I don't know what happened..." Peng Dong tried to lift his body, shook his head and said, "The body is a little sore and soft. You should be able to get up after a while..."

"Fang Yi, do you see any tricks?"

When Peng Bin heard that Peng Dong was fine, he felt relieved. The Peng family now all hoped that Brother Peng Hao and Peng Dong were in charge. If they fell down together, the normal operation of the Peng family would be affected.

"Try to find a few more people here..."

Fang Yi pondered for a while and said, "The requirement of practicing this kind of exercise is very likely to be related to the quality of the body. Brother, please come here with a few people with the best kung fu among the Peng family's children, and find a few more people with average cultivation."

"Okay, just do what you said..."

Peng Bin nodded. This time he didn't use the phone number and went directly to the practice field. After more than ten minutes, Peng Bin brought back five people. The other party said, "I have trained these five people myself. I have good cultivation. Let them try it."

Fang Yi also wanted to figure out the threshold for practicing this technique. He immediately passed the technique to several people one by one, asking them to try to practice it, but it soon came out. Among the five people, only one of them had the bells and drums to ring, and all four of them were interrupted when they were halfway through practice.

However, the four people who interrupted the exercises were in similar condition to Peng Dong. They just felt sore and did not vomit blood directly like Peng Hao. Three of them even recovered in just over ten minutes, which was much better than Peng Dong, who was still half lying on the sofa now.

"Brother, what's his name?" Fang Yi asked Peng Bin as he looked at the only young man who had mastered the martial arts.

"He is Zhao Zhihao, and he is Zhao Junfeng's younger brother..." Peng Bin pointed to the excited young man and said, "This kid is similar to me. If you practice martial arts, you will know it if you look at his scars..."

Zhao Zhihao is the youngest son of Zhao Tianqi, the former elder of the Peng family. He was familiar with Peng Bin when he was young. He did not have the fear of ordinary children for the head of the family. When Peng Bin pointed at him, he said eagerly: "Boss Peng, I am full of energy now, why don't we gesture?"

"You? Even Ah Hu can't beat him, and he still misses me and gesture?" Peng Bin glanced at Zhao Zhihao and said to Ah Hu: "Hu Zi, take this kid out and teach him how to be a human being. Don't just learn something and get your tail up to the sky..."

"Okay!"

Ah Hu responded, pulled Zhao Zhihao and walked out. After practicing this technique, he felt that he seemed to have endless energy. He was about to find someone to discuss and see how much progress he had made.

"You guys are all out, go back and practice it for me..." Peng Bin waved his hand and drove the remaining people out. He vaguely found some tricks of this technique, but he was not sure.

"What do you think?"

After those people went out, Peng Bin looked at Fang Yi. He was considered a genius in martial arts practice, but his induction skills were full of brains. Fang Yi had taught so many times just now, but Peng Bin was still a little confused. He asked him to teach people and could be brought into the ditch.

"It has something to do with physical fitness, but it has a direct relationship..." Fang Yi can already make an assertion after calling so many people to do experiments.

In Fang Yi's opinion, the effect of this body refining technique is unquestionable. As long as you can practice it for the first time, you can increase your body strength and attack power by at least 30%. In other words, you can use one punch to hit 100 kilograms, but now you can hit 130 kilograms.

Don’t underestimate these 30% improvements. For experts, this is an incredible improvement.

Take Peng Bin as an example. Before he practiced this technique, the attack power of his right fist was 210 kilograms, the attack power of his left fist was 200 kilograms, the attack power of his side kick was 600 kilograms, and the attack power of his legs was 750 kilograms.

After increasing by 30%, Peng Bin's left and right fists attacked more than 250 kilograms, while the side kicks reached 780 kilograms, and the force of sweeping legs was as high as 975 kilograms. In terms of attack power alone, Peng Bin is undoubtedly the strongest person in the world.

Among the world-recognized data tested by professional equipment, Muay Thai master Yapile's weight of legs reached 500 kilograms, Karate myth Dashan Beda's side kick was 675 kilograms, and Peter Az's leg sweep strength reached 836 kilograms.

Judging from the data, Peng Bin's power has completely surpassed these people. If Peng Bin used to be the king of black boxing in Southeast Asia, then if Peng Bin now returns to the black market ring, he will sweep all black market boxing in Europe and the United States.

However, in Fang Yi's opinion, there is a prerequisite for practicing this kind of exercise, that is, the practitioner's own physical strength must be extremely high. For example, those who have only undergone ordinary training cannot practice this kind of exercise at all.

Let’s compare Fang Yi and others. Fang Yi has practiced internal mental methods since childhood. This mental method is from the inside to the outside. While cultivating the true qi and true energy, he also subtly strengthens his body. After his cultivation reaches the level of refining qi and turning into gods, Fang Yi’s physical strength is not weaker than that of Peng Bin, who has practiced external skills to the extreme.

Of course, there is no need to say more about Peng Bin and Ah Hu. Both of them train themselves in the most cruel way in the world. This training method even changed their body muscle cells. Although they could not be invulnerable to swords and guns, they could almost ignore some blunt attacks.

There is also the last person, Zhao Zhihao. Although his training intensity is not as strong as that of Peng Bin and Ahu, he is also a practicing qin madman and has very strict requirements for himself. Moreover, Zhao Zhihao is still very young and has few hidden diseases. In Fang Yi's opinion, this is also one of the reasons why he can practice this technique.

"If the physical strength is not as strong as Zhao Zhihao, practicing this kind of exercise is harmful or useless..."
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