Gradually, under the careful care of the female village doctor, Esai's body recovered. The damaged muscles and cracked wounds gradually healed, leaving only a shallow scar.

On the surface, it seems that Essai has been well for ten years, but for some reason, he still hasn't woken up since he came to the village and has been in a coma.

Twenty days later, Essai opened his closed eyes. The first person who caught his eye was the female village doctor who took good care of him.

The female village doctor smiled at him and said, "You're awake. I thought you wouldn't wake up again."

"Where is this?" Ace asked, sitting up against the wall.

The female village doctor replied softly: "This is a small village."

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Twenty days."

Essai thought to himself that twenty days was really a long time. Thinking of something, he suddenly said: "Do you want to know why I only suffered some superficial injuries?"

"Why?" the female village doctor was very curious, and this was also the question she wanted to ask very much.

Esai stretched out his arm, clenched his fist, then bent his elbow to reveal his huge muscles and replied: "For those of us who practice martial arts, the most important thing is exercise. The strength of the body will directly affect our future achievements. The second is

Strength, the defensive force to resist the enemy's attack, and the offensive force to attack the enemy. The greater the strength, the greater our achievements in the future."

"So, the most important thing for you martial arts practitioners is the tightness of the body and the strength of the strength." The female village doctor said, pouring a bowl of water for Aise and handing it to him.

"That's right." Aise took the bowl of water from the female village doctor's hand and drank it in one breath.

Twenty days of deep sleep allowed Essai's injured body to fully recover. Now he has no problem getting out of bed.

He and the female village doctor came to the river. The beach by the river still has the footprints he left when he escaped.

He walked very heavily that day, as if he were carrying a hundred kilograms of stone, so he left behind a row of footprints.

"I heard that you martial arts practitioners often lift a bag of sandbags weighing hundreds of kilograms, throw it into the air, and then catch it hard, is that true?" the female village doctor said, looking at the turbulent river.

"You are right. This is just the preliminary training. The subsequent training will be more terrifying. The sandbags used for training are no longer hundreds of kilograms of sandbags, but hundreds of kilograms."

Essai walked up to a small tree and hit it with his fist. There was only a crunching sound, and the wood of the small tree immediately broke and split into two halves.

The female village doctor couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw his actions, and said: "Incredible."

Throwing away the two pieces of wood, Essai turned around and smiled at the female village doctor. His body stood up straight naturally, showing a strong aura, no longer the sickly look he had twenty days ago.

At this moment, the female village doctor knew that her patient was completely cured.

"When do you plan to leave?" the female village doctor asked.

"I don't know." Essai unclenched his fists, his eyes full of uncertainty.

He thought to himself that if he were also a superpower, compared with the two superpowers he met before, he would definitely be dozens of times better than them.

I also thought that with the same strength, the boxing techniques I learned through studying Dragon Fist would be much more powerful than their fists.

Next, he would think about how to deal with superpowers in this small village, come up with ways to deal with them, and at the same time exercise his body to become more ferocious and powerful.

Aisai was now full of enthusiasm and immediately picked up a large stone weighing more than 100 kilograms and started practicing.

The female village doctor was stunned by his strength.

She thought, Aesse is simply a monster.

At the same time, inside the courtyard of Longyuan Martial Arts School.

The curator Fang Tong once again called everyone together and scanned everyone present with a pair of majestic blue eyes.

"After twenty days of searching, have you found any results?"

He thought to himself that if he could not find the treasure of the museum, how could he be worthy of the previous directors.

At this time, Du Sha stood in front of Li Sha, looked at the majestic Fang Tong, and said: "The curator is just afraid of getting angry."

Li Sha sighed and said: "It's natural for the gym director to be angry. The loss of the treasure of the gym is related to the reputation of the martial arts gym. Alas, I don't know who stole it. With the momentum of our Longyuan Martial Arts Gym, he should have been there long ago.

You should be scared out of your wits, why have you not returned the treasure to its original owner after twenty days?"

Du Sha expressed his opinion and said: "Maybe he was too scared to come out."

Just when Fang Tong was about to get angry, an instructor from the martial arts school brought him good news.

"Director, the treasure of the museum has been found. Last night I re-checked the books in the library and found that the "Shenglong Fist Book" was well placed in the treasure box."

"Humph, even if the thief knew the truth, he couldn't understand it when he took it back, so he brought it back. How can these gangsters understand things that I can't understand? In the end, I have to obediently return the things.

"

Du Sha shouted: "I don't understand the book, curator, I just want to open my eyes." He thought in case he could understand it.

Fang Tong said: "Oh? Young man, if you want to see it, just follow the tutor who manages the book pavilion to see it. Dismissed." He glanced at a tutor and motioned for him to take Dusha to the book pavilion. The tutor understood,

nodded.

When everyone heard the disbandment, they all dispersed and got busy doing their own things.

Du Sha followed the tutor who was in charge of the library into the library. A burst of dust hit him, making him cough.

"Ahem, how long has it been since your library was cleaned?"

"It's been almost a year." The instructor walked to a gorgeously decorated table, opened the treasure box on the table, took out the "Shenglong Boxing Book", handed it to Du Sha and said, "This is the treasure you want to see.

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Holding the Book of Shenglong Quan in both hands, Dusha looked at it. He turned to the first page.

The first page is densely packed with some ancient words.

When this nine-year-old primary school student saw the ancient characters, he thought of the ancient characters expert in the textbook and thought that maybe the other person could decipher these characters. He felt a desire to borrow the book.

"Can you lend me this book?"

"Do you want to borrow this book to go back and read it, or ask an ancient writing expert to interpret it?"

"Find an expert in ancient writing to interpret it."

"If you are looking for an expert in ancient writing to interpret it, I advise you to give up this plan." The tutor who manages the bookstore shook his head and said, "Director Fang once asked an expert to interpret it, but the expert said that this book was written tens of thousands of years ago.

, there is no way to verify the text recorded on it, let alone study it. He advised our curator to sell it as an antique and maybe make some money."

"So that's it." Dusha felt a little disappointed.

"There are all kinds of wonders in this world. Maybe one day, someone will recognize the words in this book." The instructor in charge of the bookstore said, and put the "Shenglong Fist Manual" back into the treasure box.

"You can do a lot of things in these twenty days. Aren't you afraid that the thief will make a copy of "Shenglong Fist Manual"?"

Du Sha expressed his conjecture.

"I have never thought about this. If this is the case, there is nothing we can do about it."

The tutor who manages the bookstore feels a little heavy.
Chapter completed!