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Chapter 7, Qi Condensation

Just after Zhuang Jin drank the Kailuo Soup, he saw a middle-aged man in a gray robe, with short flat hair and of medium height coming to the martial arts training ground. He had an ordinary face, but an indescribable capable and sharp temperament.

His eyes first fell on the man's legs: "He is indeed a martial artist, his lower body is different from that of ordinary people!"

Then, he looked at the pattern on the other person's shoulder: two lines.

It was: a two-mark servant of the Shen family!

The martial artist walked to the edge of the training ground, nodded slightly to Song Lan, drank the two or three bowls of Kailuo soup left in the wooden barrel that Song Lan had given him, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and walked to the center of the training ground.

Seeing this, Zhuang Jin remembered what Miss Yun had said before: 'When we first recruited martial artists, one of them ate half a bowl more. The instructor was present at the time, so he broke his hand and kicked him out.' The corners of his mouth twitched slightly: 'No wonder that martial artist was kicked out after his hand was broken. It turns out that the remaining Kailuo Soup was for the instructor. If he eats more than he wants, it's like plucking hair from a tiger or disturbing the Tai Sui. He's simply courting death!'

Not only did he think of this, but many other martial artists also realized this and looked at Qian Wende with strange eyes. As the main person, Qian Wende was extremely grateful at this moment, grateful that Zhuang Jin and Xiong Lei had stopped him before.

"Everyone, line up by height!" Ping Yongfeng shouted solemnly, ordering the martial artists to form a square formation. He then looked at them and introduced himself: "My name is Ping Yongfeng, you can call me Master Ping, or Coach Ping!"

"Master Ping." Everyone said in unison.

"Hmm!" Ping Yongfeng nodded slightly and asked in a deep voice, "In your opinion, what makes warriors different from ordinary people?"

“Eat a lot!”

“Great strength!”

"Quick eyes and quick hands!"

……

A group of martial artists spoke up according to their own understanding.

"Everything you said is true! The source of a warrior's superiority over ordinary people lies in their internal energy, also known as internal qi or internal force. This internal energy circulates through the meridians, passing through acupuncture points located throughout the internal organs, brain, and body, giving a warrior sharp hearing and vision, quick reflexes, and immense strength!"

As Ping Yongfeng spoke, he came to the side of the martial arts field, kicked up a wooden board with his right foot, and he raised his palm and pressed it, without using much force. After he raised his palm, a clearly visible palm print was left on the board.

When the martial artists saw this scene, their eyes widened, and many of them gasped in shock.

"Is this the inner breath of extraordinary power in this world?" Zhuang Jin was also shocked.

Ping Yongfeng saw everyone's reaction and nodded with satisfaction: "In one month, anyone who can reach my level and leave a palm print on the wooden board will be considered to have entered the first level of martial arts, the Qi Condensation Realm, and become a true warrior. They can stay and join the Shen family! Can't do it? Then go back to where you came from!"

The martial artists were still immersed in the power of the warriors, each of them extremely excited, and they naturally did not think they were incapable. One of them even boldly asked, "Master Ping, you said that the first level of martial arts is Qi Condensation. What comes after Qi Condensation?"

"Next? The Qi Condensation Stage opens up the twelve main meridians, and the next step is naturally to open the meridians and cultivate the eight extraordinary meridians!"

Ping Yongfeng spoke with a look of longing, but seeing the other martial artists also daydreaming, he snorted coldly: "Alright, stop daydreaming. How can you dream of reaching the state of Tongmai? I'm only a second-level martial artist right now." Having said this, he paused and looked at everyone: "Don't you think it's bad? A formal martial artist is only a first-level martial artist. One more breakthrough and you'll be a second-level martial artist. A mere second-level martial artist is nothing more than this?"

It's okay for the other party to belittle himself, but anyone with a little bit of common sense would not agree with this. It's just that there are all kinds of birds in the forest. There was actually a straightforward martial artist who didn't seem to react and nodded subconsciously.

Ping Yongfeng's eyes suddenly fell on the man, and the martial artist was so frightened that his neck shrank, he took several steps back, and sat down on the ground.

The martial artists burst into laughter.

Ping Yongfeng wasn't angry at all: "Laugh, laugh, laugh now while you can, laugh more, otherwise you won't be able to laugh in the future."

As soon as these words were spoken, the laughter in the room stopped abruptly.

Ping Yongfeng looked at everyone, snorted, and said, "The Qi Condensation Realm is a difficult place to break through. If you don't have enough talent, you'll be stuck at a bottleneck..."

He shook his head and didn't continue. A hint of bitterness appeared on his face, but it quickly faded away. "Compared to the training after becoming a formal warrior, breaking through the first sutra and becoming a formal warrior is the easiest. But it's the easiest. If two or three of you thirty can succeed, we'll be very lucky."

"Do you know how many martial artists remained from the first two rounds of recruitment? The first time, only six out of 120 made it. The second time, a little more, but still only eight!"

These words instantly brought all the martial artists back to reality. Such a cruel elimination rate meant that more than 90% of the people in the field were just runners-up. Even the most confident people couldn't help but feel nervous and a little frustrated.

"Is it a ratio of 15 or 20 to 1?"

Zhuang Jin was equally alarmed by this number, but it only fueled his fighting spirit: "I've managed to overcome such difficult situations step by step, painstakingly and single-mindedly. So what if the elimination rate is so high now? I just have to give it my all and strive to be at the top! If I succeed, great. If I don't, I can start over or find another way. The only thing I can do is persevere!"

Coming to this world with extraordinary powers, he is determined not to spend his life as an ordinary person.

Ping Yongfeng, having defeated everyone, felt relieved. "Not much to say. To become a formal warrior and enter the Qi Condensation Realm, there are two steps. The first step is to control the Qi and blood and refine the internal energy. The second step is to gather the internal energy, break through the bottleneck of the warrior, and complete the circulation of the internal energy in the first meridian."

"Let's talk about the first step first: how to control your Qi and blood and refine your internal energy. You've all had Kailuo Soup. It contains bits and pieces of medicinal herbs from previous years, and they're very potent. Kailuo Soup itself has the effect of squeezing out your body's potential. Your Qi and blood are currently thriving. If you combine this with the exercises, you can absorb the medicinal power, try to control your Qi and blood, and condense a bit of pure internal energy."

"As for the second step, that comes after refining a strand of inner energy. I will teach you to recognize meridians and acupuncture points this afternoon."

"Now I will teach you a set of dynamic exercises - the Black Evil Posture. This set of exercises consists of 9981 movements. When practicing, you must combine them with the techniques of breathing. Each movement must be performed to the right standard and within the time of a cup of tea. It cannot be fast or slow. This is the only way to stimulate the flow of qi and blood. Try to master it."

Ping Yongfeng spoke as he began to demonstrate, doing the standing meditation while teaching the key points of breathing, his movements flowing like flowing water.

Naturally, all the martial artists had their eyes wide open at this moment, staring intently, trying their best to memorize, and even their breathing slowed down unconsciously.

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(End of this chapter)