Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 40 Eighth Grade
Canglong Cave Heaven.

Crane claws imprint on the sand.

The bronze walls of Chibi.

Ten miles of thunder.

Zhong Lin's punches and kicks created a violent gust of wind, and from his chest came bursts of breathing sounds like a bellows.

The essence of "Iron Mountain Kung Fu" is not these moves, but the breathing method contained in them when driving the moves. Only by coordinating with the moves can the body-tempering effect of "Iron Mountain Kung Fu" be truly brought into play.

Zhong Lin, who has full experience, can always give full play to the effect of the "Iron Mountain Kung Fu" training. When he stretches his fists and feet, the tendons and bones in his body are constantly stretched and tightened, and the medicinal power attached to them constantly strengthens them.

In seven days, the blood-replenishing pills were in sufficient supply. In addition, Zhong Lin's absorption of the medicinal power was almost perfect, which made his martial arts cultivation progress by leaps and bounds.

Zhong Lin in the yard was shirtless, and his body was no longer as skinny as before. It had become plump, with muscles tight and strong, and his limbs were flexible and powerful.

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

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

"The tiger descends the mountain."

Zhong Lin took a sudden step, and his originally slender legs suddenly swelled up at this moment, with muscles surging and veins exposed.

Swish!
Zhong Lin jumped up and kicked, passing through.

A run, a kick, and an explosion.

The force of his legs tore through the air, making a heart-wrenching sound that could be heard from far away, extremely sharp.

Zhong Lin fell from the air and stood still with his eyes slightly closed. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Eighth level Yijin realm, completed."

"My tendons have been strengthened, my membranes are tougher, and my strength has increased a lot. Now I should be able to hold 500 kilograms of strength."

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

Zhong Lin was ecstatic and had sufficient knowledge about the eighth level Yi Jin Realm.

You have to know that in this era where 99% of people don’t have enough to eat and are malnourished, a strength of 500 kilograms can be considered a strongman.

Sometimes, when Zhong Lin looked at the empty bottle on the ground, his heart would bleed again.

"The saying 'poor in literature, rich in martial arts' is indeed true. The price of completing the Yijin realm in just seven days is 23 blood-replenishing pills, which is 230 taels of silver... Shit."

Most of the money earned in the past few days was spent on the blood-replenishing pill. Unfortunately, Zhong Lin still hasn't cracked the recipe for the blood-replenishing pill.

All the medicinal ingredients contained in it were discovered. Zhong Lin also tried to gather all the herbs together and then burn them to refine them, but in the end, only a pile of residue came out. It smelled poisonous, not to mention being edible.

"Pity."

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

The fascia of the eighth-grade Yi Jin realm is powerful and flexible, with fierce explosive power and agile body. It can climb over a two-meter-high wall as if it were flat ground.

He arrived at the valley with ease, paid three large coins and started setting up a stall to sell medicine.

"Brother, do you want a secret book?"

A familiar figure approached Zhong Lin again. It was none other than the skinny guy who had tried to sell him the secret manual when Zhong Lin first came to the black market. This guy was a regular at the black market, coming in every day to sell his secret manual. Surprisingly, some people actually fell for his tricks.

Zhong Lin was too lazy to remind them. The more you remind people about this kind of thing, the less they will believe you. Only when you really hit a wall will they turn back.

Although Zhong Lin had never spoken to him, he had become familiar with him after selling medicine here for seven consecutive days, even though he could not see the other person's face.

But I didn't expect that this guy would sell it to me again. Is he looking for a fight?
Before Zhong Lin could get 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 techniques. It's a real book. I just don't know if you are interested."

"Not interested, go away."

Zhong Lin cursed and drove the skinny monkey away.

The skinny monkey also left in embarrassment, not daring to offend Zhong Lin. The main reason was that he recognized 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 have been broken.

Soon customers came, and they were all regular customers.

"I want three packs."

"Give me two packs."

"Five packs, please."

"One pack."

Business is as booming as ever, mainly because the Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup sold by Zhong Lin has become famous in recent days and has attracted repeat customers.

However, all thirty packets of Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup were sold out in less than half an hour, and he put all the silver in his purse. He no longer needed to buy pills. The ghost-faced man who sold pills had not come the day before yesterday, which disappointed Zhong Lin for a long time. He had originally wanted to continue to get along with him and try to buy the recipe of the Blood-Replenishing Pill to study it.

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

The man hurriedly avoided sight, turned around, and then leaned over a stall to look around, as if asking the price, which seemed very normal.

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

Zhong Lin has been selling Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup every day these days, and the profits he has made have long made others jealous. The surveillance he just received was not the first time. When he came to the black market two or three times in the past, Zhong Lin could vaguely sense that someone was spying on him.

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

After wiping the words off the sign, Zhong Lin stood up and followed the crowd to stroll around the black market, buying some things he needed.

An hour later, Zhong Lin left the black market. After Zhong Lin left, several figures in the black market also disappeared, which even caused a lot of discussion.

The beholder is clear.

Zhong Lin's business is so booming that there are naturally more than one person keeping an eye on him.

"Fuck, someone got there first, and the fat sheep flew away."

"Who are those people just now?"

"What group? Open your eyes and look, there are two groups. One is from the Black Tiger Gang. The leader is a towering strong man named Dong Yan. His 'Mixed Iron Palm' can kill an eighth-grade warrior. The other group was brought by Skinny Monkey. They are a mixed bunch, so I didn't recognize them, but I think they are no weaklings."

"Hiss! Does that mean that medicine seller is doomed? It's a shame his Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup is a bit pricey, but it's really effective."

"Haha, that's not necessarily true. If the medicine seller is caught, no matter who he is, he will definitely be forced to tell him the prescription. Then he will just change the stall to buy the medicine."

"Too."

(End of this chapter)