Seeing Peter coming down, Aunt Mei smiled gently and said, "You have been sleeping since you came back yesterday at noon. Come over and eat quickly. I specially cooked some extra food."
"Thank you, Aunt May. I feel like I can eat a cow now." Peter said with emotion and went to the table to eat.
While eating, Ben Parker turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the morning news.
At this moment, on the New York City morning news, the reporter was standing in front of the bank that was robbed yesterday and explained in a formal manner: "As you can see, the robbery yesterday morning officially ended with one security guard injured, six robbers dead, and one robber losing the ability to resist."
"Was there another robbery in New York City yesterday?" Peter said while eating, his eyes fixed on the TV.
"Of course, it was a big deal, even I heard about it," said Uncle Ben.
"This happened not because of the New York police, but because one of the hostages surrendered." The reporter on TV said this, and the next moment a photo of Bai Ye was inserted in at the right time and placed next to the reporter.
The moment he saw the handsome face in the photo, Peter's voracious eating stopped, and he stared blankly at the TV. With his mouth full of food, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Wang Defa!"
"This young man is very handsome, right? Yesterday there were many young girls in our unit who secretly printed out photos using a color printer." Aunt Mei said mischievously.
"No, he...this..." Peter didn't know what to say. He just felt that the whole world had changed after a good night's sleep.
When I woke up, not only did my strength suddenly increase, but my classmate also suddenly appeared on TV and killed six armed robbers. What was going on in this world?
After hesitating for a long time and looking at Aunt May and Uncle Ben who knew nothing about it, Peter chose not to explain anymore. After quickly wolfing down all the food on the table, he quickly got up and got on the school bus.
On the way, he also tried to dial Bai Ye's phone number, but was reminded that it was turned off.
Unable to get confirmation immediately, he could only sigh, but when he looked up, he found that his usual goddess Mary Jane was walking towards him with a smile on her face.
Looking at the beautiful face of his goddess, Peter's heartbeat inevitably began to speed up, and he began to feel that today was his lucky day.
But then he heard Mary Jane looking at him with concern and said, "Peter, do you know where Bai Ye went? We couldn't get through to him yesterday. Can you contact him?"
The expectant expression on Peter's face fell, and in front of Mary Jane's disappointed eyes, he shook his head in frustration to indicate that he didn't know.
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At noon, in the gym, Bai Ye, who had once again trained his body to the limit because of the arrival of new training equipment, sat cross-legged on the ground.
As he clasped his hands together, a steady stream of purple energy surged from his face, lingering above Bai Ye's head like clouds.
When practicing, the purple energy condenses into clouds and mist that hover above the head. This kind of momentum during practice is something that no previous Zixia magic art practitioner has ever possessed.
Behind him, Smith, sweating profusely, kept waving the steel rod in his hand and hitting Bai Ye on the back, but he couldn't even shake his body at all.
Half an hour later, Bai Ye raised his hands and made a gesture of five hearts facing the sky, then slowly stopped practicing, feeling the extra internal force in his body, feeling satisfied.
The Zixia magic skill requires a mediocre person to meditate for half a day to produce a trace of Zixia true energy. Even an extraordinary genius needs fifteen minutes to produce a trace.
One strand of true Qi is considered the amount of internal strength for an ordinary person for one day. Ten strands are one wisp. Having thirty-six wisp in the body is one year's internal strength. Three hundred and sixty wisp is ten years' internal strength. Three thousand six hundred wisp is a hundred years of true Qi.
Bai Ye, whose physical attribute has reached 1.8, can generate a trace of Zixia Qi every three minutes, which is more than ten times faster than his initial self. It only takes sixteen hours of practice to have a year's worth of internal strength in his body.
A genius’s practice in one day is equivalent to an ordinary person’s practice in one year. This may be the origin of the idiom “days seem like years”.
After finishing his training, Bai Ye turned around and looked at Smith, who was already exhausted and sitting there gasping for breath, and said, "Your physical strength has seriously affected the progress of my training."
"Hey, Bai, what you said is a bit too much. For an ordinary person like me, being able to hit with all my strength for two or three minutes is already considered to be having sufficient physical strength. Not everyone is like you." Smith complained.
"I know. I'm not blaming you. I'm just thinking of a solution to improve your physical condition." Bai Ye thought.
"You can hire a few more people to fight you together." Smith said, but Bai Ye immediately rejected it: "With my current rate of improvement, I don't trust other people. They may report me at any time. Only you can help me practice."
Bai Ye was thinking at this time: "I have too many secrets. It is not suitable for me to have too much contact with others during training. Besides, Smith's personality is easy to grasp. I also know where his home is. Even if he wants to reveal it, he has to worry about my revenge. Others are not so safe."
Hearing that Bai Ye trusted him so much, Smith, who had no idea what was going on in his mind, couldn't help but feel moved.
Bai Ye thought for a while and said, "Let me teach you how to practice Zixia Magic Skill, which is the martial art that made purple clouds appear on my face when I was meditating just now."
"Chinese Kung Fu?" Smith's eyes widened. "Bai, are you going to teach me?"
"That's about right." Bai Ye said. He planned to memorize the Zixia magic skill when he returned home tonight and then give it to Smith to practice.
The reason why he was so nice to him was not really to get Smith to help him improve his physical fitness.
After all, with this guy's qualifications, it would be good enough if he could figure out the Zixia magic within ten years. This is mainly an advertisement for the transaction with the club owner in a month.
Yes, the so-called 100 billion deal that Bai Ye mentioned yesterday was the Zixia magic skill.
The reason why the time was set to one month later is because Bai Ye is not confident in his own strength at all, so he plans to train for a month to see the effect.
If his strength is still weak after a month, then just cancel the meeting with him and trade again when he is strong enough. Anyway, the initiative is in your hands.
"By the way, it's almost noon now, you should go back first." Bai Ye looked at the time and said, "You seem very tired this morning, take a rest and come back after three o'clock."
"Thank you, boss." Smith thanked. After hearing that Bai Ye's kung fu could be replicated and was going to be passed on to him, he wished he could just become Bai Ye's disciple.
Watching Smith walk out of the club, Bai Ye took out a glass jar from the dark, which contained sulfuric acid with a purity of 98.3%.
(End of this chapter)