Chapter 35

"I heard that Steward Zhao was a man of great force when he was young, so please enlighten me on some tips."

Lin Hao had a sincere expression. He had heard about some of the deeds of Steward Zhao during his six months in the Zhao family.

Although Zhao Rong is in his sixtieth year and his physique is not as good as before, the Cultivation Base of fourth-level fighters is stronger than many young people.

"I don't dare to enlighten me, but if my uncle is interested, the old man can give me some advice."

With a smile on the corners of his wrinkled eyes, Zhao Rong preached: "The martial art is nothing more than two words, enlightenment and practice."

"My uncle exercises his arm strength like this every day. Although the strength does increase, the rest of the body cannot keep up."

Lin Hao thought suddenly and couldn't help asking, "What does it mean that other parts of the body can't keep up?"

"Pick me up."

Suddenly, Zhao Rong slapped Lin Hao with a low punch.

Under the vision of Kung Fu Little Fly, the trajectory of the opponent's attack appeared in Lin Hao's mind.

Immediately, Lin Hao mobilized Spiritual Qi in his body, instinctively wanting to make a fist to fight.

"boom!"

The two fists collided, and the strength of each other, a muffled noise suddenly came out.

Lin Hao suddenly felt weak and couldn't help taking a half step backward.

If it hadn't felt that the punch had no substantial harm, he would have let the Kung Fu Fly and Tarantula do it a long time ago.

"Uncle turned out to be a dual cultivation Practitioner!"

Zhao Rong was slightly surprised, staring at Lin Hao in front of him with surprise in his heart.

Obviously, he did not expect that Lin Hao not only cultivated spells, but was also a fighter who had opened up a spiritual vein.

Even if it is only a Cultivation Base for first-level fighters, it is enough to shock people.

Because of the dual cultivation Practitioner, it can be said to be one of the few in the martial arts world.

Such situations are not unmanned cultivation, but people who possess both Martial Dao talents at the same time are extremely rare.

"Housekeeper Zhao, what is your purpose for this punch?"

At this time, Lin Hao's doubtful voice drew Zhao Rong back to God.

He chuckled, and after adjusting his mood a little, he said: "Uncle, from the punch you just made, although it is sturdy and powerful, the action is unfamiliar, and the intention is not visible."

Hearing this, Lin Hao asked: "I mean… the shape hasn't arrived?"

Zhao Rong put his fist in front of his eyes and said indifferently: "That is, my uncle, your physical reaction can't keep up with the conscious reaction, and the speed of your fists can't keep up with the speed of your consciousness."

Lin Hao pondered thoughtfully, and immediately asked curiously: "Then how can we achieve the desired shape?"

"One word, practice!"

Zhao Rong said faintly: "You can get greater results by covering your whole body with strength exercises instead of just practicing arm strength."

Lin Hao was stunned and suddenly realized, he smiled at Zhao Rong and said, "Thank you, butler Zhao, for your guidance."

"Uncle thinks it works well."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded. He admired Lin Hao's sincere attitude of asking for advice.

Unlike the sons of Zhao's family, who took advantage of family resources and status, he was arrogant and arrogant since he was a child, and never put him as an old man To put in one's eyes.

"I still have something to do, so I won't bother my uncle to continue cultivation"

After that, he crouched, like a twilight old man, slowly walking out of the courtyard.

"Exercise covers the whole body… how can it be done?"

After Steward Zhao left, Lin Hao began to think about this issue.

In martial arts, he is still in a groping stage at present, but he is not exercising indiscriminately.

But Steward Zhao's proposal felt very useful.

Because Zhao Rong suddenly attacked with a fist just now, all of the opponent's attack trajectory was reflected in his mind, but the body's movement response was completely unable to keep up, and he could only retreat to resist.

If he were to be a master of Martial Dao, when Zhao Rong was about to punch, he would have taken the lead and knocked the opponent down.

"By the way, Gravity Armor."

After turning his mind, Lin Hao's mind flashed, thinking of a treasure in a previous novel, when the protagonist was cultivating.

The key to the Gravity Armor lies in the word gravity.

Its function is to adjust the multiple of gravity between itself and the outside world, so as to be able to bear the gravity.

As long as it is worn on the body every day, over time, all aspects of the body's functions will increase and change in all directions.

This kind of equipment is most suitable for exercising physical fitness.

Thinking of this, Lin Hao was also extremely decisive. After leaving Zhao Mansion, he went straight to the dwarf blacksmith's forging workshop.

However, in the middle of the road, Lin Hao looked for an empty alley and changed into the mysterious costume of'Jing Ke'.

He patted a dark gold cloth bag tied around his waist, and Lin Hao twitched the corner of his mouth lightly.

Since purchasing this storage bag, it is undoubtedly much more convenient to carry things.

Although the storage bag has a small space, it is more than enough to store Wanjin Cards, Dragon Sword, and other small life items needed by individuals.

When he came to the forge, the dwarf blacksmith was standing by the stove and busying himself.

The utensils it casts are all copper boxes of different sizes with festive totems such as dragons and phoenixes carved on them.

Lin Hao knows that some famous aristocrats will specially customize some boxes when there is a happy event at home. They are mainly used to install dowry and set some rune locks so that they cannot be stolen by outsiders.

"Lin's?"

Lin Hao suddenly noticed the words Lin's engraved on the side of the box, and couldn't help but become a little curious.

At this time, the dwarf blacksmith also noticed someone entering the shop.

However, when it was discovered that it was Lin Hao, there was obviously a trace of displeasure on his face, and he frowned and said, "The last time my ancestral sword in the stone was taken by you, why are you here again this time?"

Lin Hao smiled and said, "Of course I am here to make money for you. I want to forge a personal weapon."

"No time for these two days, you can go to another store."

The dwarf blacksmith waved his hand and said in a rough voice.

"The tool you are casting now is the Lin family of our Tianwu City?" Lin Hao asked curiously.

The dwarf blacksmith didn't shy away from it, and said bluntly: "Yes, next month, there is a woman in the Lin family who is going to get married. Due to too much dowry, she is eager to order a batch of boxes."

Lin Hao moved slightly, trying to ask, "Do you know who is going to marry?"

"Her name is Lin Wanrong, a famous beauty in the underground market auction house, but it's a pity."

The dwarf blacksmith shook his head and sighed, and said, "In order to marry the Li family, the Lin family let her marry an old man. It's a violent thing."

Sister Wan!

Lin Hao's expression suddenly changed slightly when he heard that the person who was getting married was Lin Wanrong.

In the Lin family, he had no father and no mother since he was a child, and because of being born blind, he had little status in the family.

If anyone in the Lin family would be good to him, there was only Lin Wanrong, a righteous daughter adopted by the Lin family.

In Lin Hao's impression, Lin Wanrong was like a big sis, taking care of him since he was a child, bringing a touch of warmth to her gray days.

She was about to marry now, she should have been happy, but when she heard that the marriage partner turned out to be an old man, Lin Hao felt annoyed for no reason.