"How many days have I maintained my state?" Yan Cheng and others told Jiang Cheng to have a good rest. After a few days of the big exam, they would go directly to the lower court of Tianyuan Sect. Jiang Cheng looked at Qin Song with some confusion. In his consciousness, there were still three months before the external examination.

"Ninety-nine eighty-one day." Qin Song leaned against the door frame and breathed leisurely. His eyes were no longer jealousy, and he felt like he saw through the world: "There are seven days left, which is the outer door assessment. Because of you, within these seven days, I think I have to take the Breaking of the Forbidden Pill."

"Three months..." Jiang Cheng touched the stubble on his face and looked at Qin Song strangely and said, "I remember last time you told me that you had reached the ninth level peak."

"Do you think you are crazy, and you can survive in three months without eating or drinking?" Qin Song was stimulated by Jiang Cheng's contemptuous gaze, and instantly escaped from that sage state, and roared angrily like a furry lion: "If I hadn't feed you food and drink every day, it would be a miracle that Tianyuan Sect could live to this day without a century!"

"Don't be angry! Maybe I can help you break through to the Qi Condensation Realm without taking the Breaking the Forbidden Pill!" Jiang Cheng waved his hand quickly and said.

"You?" Qin Song glanced at Jiang Cheng disdainfully. If he remembered correctly, Jiang Cheng was at the eighth level of body tempering. He said that in learning, Jiang Cheng might be great, but practicing has always been his strength, right?

"I'm studying human body mathematics recently!" Jiang Cheng's eyes flashed with inexplicable excitement, and his eyes looking at Qin Song also emitted an inexplicable light.

It feels something is wrong...

Qin Song subconsciously tightened his clothes and looked at Jiang Cheng vigilantly: "I haven't heard of any human body numerology!"

"I created it myself." Jiang Chengdao: "In the final analysis, it is the accumulation of numbers. All things in the world can be expressed in the form of data, and the human body is the same! To achieve harmony in every move, it should be the easiest to fit the world."

"How to do it?" Qin Song couldn't help but ask.

"Wait!" Jiang Cheng pushed away the straw paper that had previously calculated the eight-door golden lock array like garbage, and took out a stack of straw paper again.

"Don't come here, the assessment is imminent, I don't have time to take care of you!" Qin Song's face changed and he quickly stopped him.

"Don't worry, this time is very fast!" Jiang Cheng shook his head: "Press the tiger roar punch you are best at, believe me!"

Qin Song wanted to leave, but was held tightly by Jiang Cheng. He was shocked to find that Jiang Cheng's power was actually greater than himself, much greater.

"The peak of body tempering, when are you..." Qin Song looked at Jiang Cheng in horror. Didn't he have the eighth level of body tempering before?

"In these three months, I realized something." Jiang Cheng said: "I want to help you now."

The system strengthened five times in one breath this time, and his physical strength even exceeded the peak of body tempering in the ordinary sense. However, Qin Song naturally didn't know about it, so he just used it to fool him.

"Really?" Qin Song looked at Jiang Cheng with doubts: "But what does this have to do with mathematics?"

"It's a big deal. I said that the human body's mathematics is infinitely mysterious. Don't be too long-winded, do what I said!" Jiang Cheng said while upgrading the mathematics to level three. This time, the reverse push of the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation brought great benefits to Jiang Cheng. It is not counted as the final reasonable points and experience. In the previous calculation process, the experience obtained by the mathematics and formations each had tens of thousands, and the corresponding points were also many, and the upgrade was enough. Unfortunately, it would take 100,000 experiences and points to reach level four, but it was far from enough.

Boom ~

As Jiang Cheng's decision fell, his mind was gone. In an instant, Jiang Cheng felt that his brain was running much faster. An unspeakable excitement arose in Jiang Cheng's heart. This upgrade provided him with a little insight. In this way, his understanding has reached as much as 74. According to the proportion, his understanding has improved by now to nearly half of his initial level.

"I'm here~" Qin Song said weakly in the face of Jiang Cheng's crazy gaze, and then began to hit a set of tiger roar punches.

This set of Tiger Roar Fist is the longest-borne piece of Body Tempering Fist. Although it is ordinary, it also has the least errors and omissions. Every punch and every move adheres to the principle of simplicity. With Qin Song's strength at the peak of the ninth level of Body Tempering, one punch can cause the air waves to roll, which is amazing.

Brush ~

Jiang Cheng's wolf-hair brush quickly opened on the straw paper, but it did not draw Qin Song's actions, but a string of complex data. As Jiang Cheng said before, everything in the world can be expressed by the data situation. At the same time, a set of body refining techniques also have corresponding data. The combination of the two, the most perfect fit is the easiest to fit the natural state of heaven and earth.

To put it bluntly, the Qi Condensation Realm is what Taoism calls refining essence into qi. The previous Body Tempering Realm was to cultivate one's own essence and blood to reach the strongest state. Blood is the mother of qi, and Qi is the commander of blood circulation. When the essence and blood are strong, qi will naturally be born.

The peak of the ninth level of body quenching is almost the limit of the normal human body. Above this limit, there should be a lot of qi in the human body, but it cannot be sensed. It is in line with the world and is also the easiest state to sense these qi. At the same time, the appearance of qi is also a sign of entering the Qi Condensation Realm.

In fact, as long as you are a living person, there should be qi in your body. It’s a pity that it is too weak and difficult to sense it, let alone, how can ordinary people enter this state of harmony similar to man and nature?

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and Qin Song's Tiger Roar Fist turns into a string of data under Jiang Cheng's writing. As for why he doesn't use the Tiger Roar Fist's boxing score directly, it is because different people use the same boxing technique. What Jiang Cheng wants to do is to calculate a Tiger Roar Fist that is completely suitable for Qin Song.

After Qin Song finished a punch, he walked to Jiang Cheng and looked at the straw paper on the table. When he saw the strings of data, he was stunned: "Jiang Cheng, what do you mean?"

"Tiger Roaring Fist Counting Technique Version!" Jiang Cheng laughed while combining a set of data, and then outlined a boxing move according to the data.

This move...

Qin Song frowned slightly, feeling very familiar and unfamiliar. He was obviously the same as the Tiger Fist's Fist, but why did he always feel a little awkward?

"Wait a little longer, it's very soon!" Jiang Cheng shook his head and signaled Qin Song not to speak, because the tiger roar fist prototype was used as a template, it was not as laborious as before deducing the eight-door golden lock formation. Jiang Cheng only needs to make the most suitable changes based on Qin Song's body shape, bones, and muscles based on the original version.

There are thirty-six styles in Tiger Roar Fist. After Jiang Cheng combined these data with Qin Song's body data for calculation and reorganization, he reduced it to eighteen styles, which took only five hours before and after.

"Try it!" Jiang Cheng threw away the scrapped manuscript and handed over the 18 styles that were streamlined to Qin Song, with a bit of expectation in his eyes. Although the theory was released, it still needed to combine it with actual operations.

Qin Song felt a little awkward, nodded, and said nothing. After remembering these eighteen styles in his heart, he began to beat them according to the above records.

After all, Qin Song was born out of Tiger Roaring Fist, so Qin Song could do it easily, but because of the sudden change after practicing for many years, Qin Song was a little awkward and would make mistakes unconsciously.

"Start again!" Jiang Cheng compared the new eighteen styles. Whenever Qin Song made a mistake, he would interrupt and ask him to do it again.

"You better not lie to me, otherwise you will be miserable!" Qin Song gritted his teeth and glared at Jiang Cheng, then continued to practice. After more than a dozen strokes, he finished the eighteen styles in full, and the sweat had soaked his clothes.

"How do you feel?" Jiang Cheng looked at Qin Song who was stunned and asked with a smile.

"It's very strange, don't talk, I'll try again!" This time, without Jiang Cheng's urging, Qin Song seemed to be addicted and started to shoot the tiger roar punch again.

Each move, from the initial awkwardness to the later smoothness, the air around began to become a little blurred as Qin Song's body trembled.
Chapter completed!