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"Hur hur, I have my own uses!" Zhong Ming revealed a smile, and said while acting mysterious.

With that said, Zhong Ming started to wander around the house.

He boiled a big pot of boiling water and poured the herbal medicine into it. Afterwards, he found a large wooden bucket in the sundry room. There was a thick layer of dust on it. He wiped it vigorously with a cloth.

"Son, you want to take a bath?" Zhong Ming could not help but ask.

"Hehe, you're half right. This is a medicinal bath!" Zhong Ming smiled slightly: "He can help me strengthen my body and strengthen my body!"

"Why does it sound so mystical? "Fine, you can play. I won't hold you up." Zhong Tao laughed as he shook his head. He didn't object to his son's new medicinal bath.

After approximately half an hour, Zhong Ming slowly scooped the medicine from the iron pot into the big wooden bucket. The boiling water was emitting a white mist.

After pouring 70% of the water in the bucket, Zhong Ming nodded his head in satisfaction.

He took off his clothes and jumped into the wooden barrel. Then, he sat down cross-legged and put his hands together as he recited the 'Nine Revolutions Technique' in his head. These herbal medicines could further expand his meridians, making it easier for him to absorb the spiritual energy in the world.

Right now, he couldn't wait to increase his own true essence!

However, these Chinese medicinal herbs were all cheap goods with relatively weak medicinal effects. He also wanted to buy some Tianshan Snow Lotuses, a thousand years old ginseng to temper his body. However, his family's economic conditions were too poor, so he could only use them.

Thus, besides increasing his true essence, earning money had also become a problem that he needed to solve urgently.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to continue enjoying a medicinal bath worth 180 yuan.

"Earning money, I have to earn money!" Zhong Ming clenched his teeth and muttered to himself.

After more than an hour of medicinal baths, the water began to turn cold. He stood up from the water barrel and a layer of black impurities floated on the surface. It seemed that his medicinal baths were working.

After cleaning up the room, he sat on the bed and continued practicing the 'Nine Revolutions Technique'. He continued to practice the 'Nine Revolutions Technique'.

The sky quickly brightened up. As usual, he went up Mount Innerheart to absorb the meager spiritual energy in the morning. Strengthening the foundation and nurturing the spirit energy was the foundation of all cultivation.

While he was absorbing the spiritual energy in his mouth, a dense amount of spiritual energy was pulsing within the mountain.

"Hmm? What is that? " Zhong Ming looked in the direction of the Spirit Qi.

"Ah?" Golden orchids? In this ordinary mountain range, there is actually such a rare spirit medicine like Jinlan Ha? " Zhong Ming's eyes shone with excitement as he ran towards the flower excitedly. He carefully observed the small wild flower which was emitting a faint golden light and only had three pages of petals.

Dense spiritual energy was being emitted from the petals.

Zhong Ming took a deep breath, immediately feeling refreshed.

"The Heavens are truly helping me! With it, I can reach the second level of the Nascent Soul stage even faster!" Zhong Ming muttered to himself.

Then, he sat down beside the golden orchid and began to absorb its aura.

After absorbing for three whole days, Zhong Ming suddenly felt a warm feeling flowing through his dantian, as if it was about to explode. His face lit up. He knew that this was the sign of a breakthrough.

Ah!

Zhong Ming suddenly stood up, and roared, causing all the surrounding stones and trees to fly up into the air.

"Haha, I've finally reached the second stage of the Nascent Soul stage." Zhong Ming shouted to the sun in the sky, his excitement written all over his face.

In an instant, he had a clearer understanding of his surroundings. Within a radius of ten meters, he was able to observe and observe all the minute changes.

His senses and facial features had become much sharper.

If a fly flew in front of him, he could grab it with one hand. In his eyes, the fly was too slow.

"Thank you, Golden Orchid!" Otherwise, in this place where the spiritual energy is sparse, just relying on my breathing, I won't be able to reach the second realm of the Nascent Soul stage in three years. " Zhong Ming's eyes lit up as he bowed and thanked the withered flower.

It was getting late, so he couldn't let his family worry about him. He hastily returned home, changed into a set of clean clothes, and went out to eat.

He still had a promise today: Yuan Tao would be waiting for him at Three Yang Street.

"Brother, let's go!" Zhong Ming said confidently.

Although Yuan Tao did not have much confidence, he could only listen to his suggestion and walked towards the 'Soaring Dragon Martial School'!

Today, the temperature had almost reached thirty degrees, yet Yuan Tao was actually wearing a thick set of clothes.

"Yuan Tao, aren't you afraid of the heat?" Zhong Ming laughed.

Yuan Tao's body was a little fat to begin with, so when he wore it like this, he looked like a giant panda.

"Don't laugh, I have a sandbag hidden inside. Don't underestimate these things. Thieves can be useful in a fight, so it doesn't hurt if others hit you. " Yuan Tao explained to Zhong Ming. He hadn't slept all night when he thought of what he thought was an ingenious move.

Even if he couldn't win, at least he wouldn't get beaten up so badly!

"Take it off. You have no confidence in me. " Zhong Ming shook his head.

"Of course I have confidence in you! "But …"

"Brother, I can definitely beat Zheng Guanqiang, so be at ease!" Zhong Ming raised his fist and swore.

"Alright, I believe you!" Only then did Yuan Tao throw away the sandbag on his body: "Even if it's Dragon Pool Hell, this brother will also follow along!"

The two of them arrived at the entrance of the 'Soaring Dragon Martial School'. This dojo's scale was not small. They rented out a five story building, and it was in the center of the city. There was a red flag on the outside, it was very ostentatious!

Zheng Guanqiang was the head of the 'Soaring Dragon Martial School'. He could be considered young and young, and had a certain reputation in the Songshan City and martial arts world.

He had learned martial arts from Shaolin Temple since he was young, and his skills were all unyielding. It was said that his neck could bend steel bars, and his strength was astonishing.

At this moment, Zheng Guandong was waiting for them at the entrance.

"You two bastards, I thought you two wouldn't dare to come! Come in. My brother is waiting for you. " Zheng Guandong insulted him the moment he opened his mouth.

Yuan Tao had a big temper, upon hearing that, he immediately wanted to wave his fist and beat him up, but Zhong Ming pulled on his sleeve and gave him a meaningful look, causing him to finally lower his fist.

Soon after, they entered the dojo. The interior was grand and there was a ring in the middle. There were around a hundred students wearing white warrior uniforms surrounding it.

Seeing Zhong Ming and the other two come in, every one of their faces were filled with cold contempt.

Zheng Guanqiang sat cross legged in the middle of the stage, closed his eyes and meditated, and only when Zhong Ming and Yuan Tao entered did he slowly open his eyes.

"That's right, it's exactly eight o'clock!" Zheng Guanqiang smiled as he looked at the big clock on the wall.

"Cut the crap. When is the competition?" Zhong Ming immediately asked. Since he was already here, he didn't want to waste any more time.

At the moment, in his eyes, Zheng Guanqiang was just a small fry.

Zhong Ming's steady and calm performance caused Zheng Guanqiang to tightly furrow his brows, and muttered to himself: "Where the hell is this kid from, to actually meet me and act so relaxed, he doesn't even put me in his eyes at all!"

Zheng Guanqiang stood up and picked up a piece of paper from the ground. Then, he said to Zhong Ming: "Fists and feet have no eyes, we will follow the rules of the martial arts world, and sign a contract first.

"Sure!" Zhong Ming nodded. Since he wouldn't lose, what was there to be afraid of?

Zheng Guanqiang gave the documents to Zhong Ming to look at, and then, the two of them signed their names and pressed their red handprints on it.

Yuan Tao took the contract and looked at it. The two words on the contract with self-confidence and death written on it were especially eye-catching, and his heart couldn't help but tighten. Whether he had tricked his brother or not, it was too late to go back on his words now. Furthermore, if he were to withdraw now, wouldn't he be looked down upon for the rest of his life?

Now that things had come to this point, they had no way out.

"Bro, do your best!" Yuan Tao clenched his fist and shouted to Zhong Ming while clenching his teeth.

Zhong Ming nodded lightly, indicating that he should be at ease.

When the two main characters of today's competition arrived at the arena, the atmosphere in the arena immediately became incomparably tense. They were all staring intently at the arena, waiting for this bloody battle!

Zheng Guanqiang took off the white warrior on the outside, exposing the granite like muscles on the inside. How did he train this?

He stretched his neck and clenched his fists. Cracking sounds could be heard, causing people's hearts to tremble. Just how much pain did this fist strike his body with?

"Anyone who dares to challenge my master is courting death!" The students below were all willing to see Zhong Ming being beaten up so badly that his face was covered in blood.

Their master's enemy was their enemy.

"Let's begin!" Zheng Guanqiang bellowed, and assumed a posture of attack and defense.

He stared at Zhong Ming with his cold eyes. He was like a lion staring at his prey, waiting for an opportunity to pounce and tear apart.

Yuan Tao secretly prayed: "Zhong Ming, don't let anything happen to you."

The aura that Zheng Guanqiang displayed, was something that would cause anyone who met him to feel fear. Yuan Tao was really afraid that if Zheng Guanqiang went crazy, he would beat Zhong Ming to death!

"Master Zheng, beat this reckless brat to death!"

"Cripple him!" Let him know the power of our Soaring Dragon Martial School! "

The students below shouted loudly. At this moment, the atmosphere had reached its peak.

The competition had not started yet, but the students had already determined that Zhong Ming would definitely lose, and very miserably at that.

"Bro, do your best!" Yuan Tao could not lose his momentum and shouted wildly as he jumped up.

However, he was only one person after all. His voice was quickly suppressed by the students.

"Zheng Guanqiang, there's no point in fighting like this, why don't we have a wager? "Well?" Just as Zheng Guanqiang's Qi had reached its peak, and was preparing to give Zhong Ming a painful blow, Zhong Ming suddenly spoke out.

"What do you mean?" Zheng Guanqiang was startled, what kind of trick was this brat playing? At the same time, his imposing aura immediately weakened, and he couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart.