At the moment when the mandible bone is tempered.

Zhang Chu noticed that the blood in his body suddenly began to decrease significantly.

It was like his body suddenly turned into a sieve, and all the blood was leaking out through the sieve holes.

He didn't panic, he had experienced this before... when he was promoted to the eighth level.

He calmed down and felt it carefully.

Sure enough, the blood energy in his body was flowing with the blood and integrated into the bones around him.

It's not like when he practiced marrow by forcefully cracking the bones and squeezing his own blood in.

Rather, the bones actively require blood.

This is the first time since he started practicing marrow.

Gradually, gradually, a sense of power rose from the bottom of his heart.

It's like the feeling of strength you get after you've been hungry for several days, until your hands and feet are weak, and then you finally eat a full meal and feel your whole body become stronger.

He clenched his fists, suddenly got excited, walked out of the living room, and performed a set of Black Tiger Boxing in the courtyard.

At first, he was still restrained, not daring to use all his strength for fear of breaking his bones.

This is also the normal behavior of his actions after he reaches the eighth level... Once he takes action, not only must the enemy kill him, but he must also kill himself.

But soon he felt that there was no pain in the bones all over his body.

He tried to let go.

Five percent strength.

Seventy percent strength.

Ninety percent power...

Ten percent power!

The sound of gas explosions was like muffled thunder.

The cracks at the foot are as dense as a spider web.

How hearty it is!

A set of black tiger boxing is complete.

Zhang Chu's blood energy was consumed by 80%.

He walked back to the living room calmly, picked up the wine gourd, and took a sip.

The scorching heat surged into the limbs and bones, rapidly replenishing the consumed blood.

"If I had been as strong as I am now when I received Gu Xiong's sword, I would definitely not have been seriously injured and passed out. Maybe, not even a single bone would have been broken!"

"You are already so strong after just one training session. What about the second session? What about the third session?"

At this moment, Zhang Chu was particularly grateful that he had resisted the temptation to step into the seventh level.

How strong is the seventh grade?

Once Hou Juntang entered the imperial court, he transformed from a lowly gang leader into a county thief, Mr. Cao Hou.

Gu Xiong rode west, and in front of thousands of members of the Four Alliance Gang, he broke fourteen of Zhang Chu's bones with a knife.

Zhou Kehua was seriously injured. Zhang Chu was sitting at the helm of the Four Alliance Gang with 3,000 men, but he was still not sure of killing him.

This is the strength of the seventh grade!

In the past few days, Zhang Chu, as long as he did not perform the second marrow training and directly tempered the last mandible and completed the whole body bones, he could immediately complete the leap-forward qualitative transformation from the eighth grade to the seventh grade and achieve the seventh grade.

He can endure it because he knows deeply that when it is time to concentrate and accumulate, he must concentrate and accumulate. He must not rush for quick success, otherwise once this opportunity is missed, it may never happen again.

The reason behind this, he felt, was the same as studying.

In the time and space he lived in in his previous life, some Xiu'er dropped out of school and went out to work after completing nine years of compulsory education.

Some people can calm down and go out into the society to find a job after finishing college.

There are also strong-headed men who even have a bachelor's degree and have gone bald before leaving society to find a job.

These three types of people are essentially intellectuals.

But everyone can roughly estimate the development potential and development ceiling of each person.

The same goes for practicing marrow.

Even if you practice the marrow once or practice the marrow nine times, you will achieve the seventh grade.

It is impossible to directly skip the seventh level of practicing the marrow nine times and become a Qihai tycoon.

But if you practice the seventh level of marrow at one time, the chance of entering the middle third level is only one percent.

Then the probability of a seventh-grade person who has practiced marrow for nine times to enter the middle third-grade is 99%.

Moreover, according to the description of the senior who created "Iron Bone Strength", nine times of practicing the marrow can cultivate five overlapping strength, which can have the terrifying power of cutting off water with a knife!

At that point, I'm afraid that if I'm not invincible at the same level, I'm afraid there won't be many people at the same level who can stand a fight...

This is why Zhang Chu gave up the seventh grade that was easily available and spent money, energy and time to practice the marrow many times.

Because he didn't want to finally squeeze into the seventh rank, only to be reduced to the weakest seventh rank...

…

New Year's Eve happens to be Zhang Chu's 23rd birthday.

Double happiness.

Zhang Chu waved his hand and gave a year-end bonus of twelve taels to each of the brothers at the helm of the Four Alliance Gang... Mainly because there are too many people in the Four Alliance Gang now, and there is no place in the west of the city that can accommodate 3,000 people for drinking and dining at the same time.

Already.

There are 3,000 people in charge of the Silian Gang, and each person has 10 taels, which is 30,000 taels.

This time last year, this would have been an astronomical sum that Zhang Chu would be afraid of.

At this time last year, Zhang Chucai had just acquired Bolan Hutong and Anma Market. He hadn't even built a night shop yet. He was so poor that even to buy fish scale armor for the blood-robed guards, he had to ask for help in the name of collecting next month's regular payment in advance.

I'll borrow it from the big brother down there.

But now, thirty thousand taels is just a drop in the bucket to Zhang Chu, and he won't even blink an eyelid when he takes out this money.

Since the Silian Gang captured North City and South City and took over big businesses in Jintian Mansion such as private salt and private railways, it can be said that they are really making money every day!

The monthly income from the public has exceeded one hundred thousand taels!

Secretly, the district and county cadres will also hand over 40,000 to 50,000 taels of silver to the general rudder every month!

One month, about 150,000 taels!

Today, Zhang Chu, no matter in terms of wealth, status, or personal force, has reached the top of Jintian Mansion, and even the top group of people in Wuding County.

If he wants to take another step forward now, there are two ways in front of him.

One is to learn from Hou Juntang, join the county government, and get an official position.

The other is to learn from Wushi, continue to deeply consolidate the foundation of the Four Alliance Gang, and become a powerful force.

It's just that Zhang Chu doesn't want to take these two paths...

Because he sees the disadvantages of both paths.

…

That night, Zhang Chu held a banquet in Zhang's residence for all the Big Brother-level characters and above in the Silian Gang.

Considering that these elder brothers also had to go home to spend time with their parents and family, there was no wine served at the dinner table.

More than a hundred people drank tea instead of wine, and after neatly toasting Zhang Chu three times, they had a lively meal.

The New Year flavor is very strong.

Even though it was a reunion dinner with food and no wine, many elder brothers still made a fuss in the Zhang Mansion for half the night.

It wasn't until almost early in the morning that, under the hint of their own hall master, these big brothers came forward reluctantly and bowed to Zhang Chu one by one to say goodbye. Only the five senior Four League Gang bosses at the guest of honor table were left untouched.

When the last eldest brother walked out of Zhang's courtyard, Li Zheng, who had been sitting calmly all night, suddenly jumped up and said loudly: "Uncle Fu, where is the wine? I'm so greedy..."

The mule also followed suit and said, "Uncle Fu, I'm good at cooking. Do you have the old lady's mung bean soup? Here's a bowl..."

"Whatever you say, I'm indispensable for you!"

Uncle Fu, who had put on new festive clothes, scolded Li Zheng with a smile, and directed his servants to remove the cold leftovers from the table and replace them with steaming hot dishes.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

Yang Changan stared at the jar of burning knives placed in front of him with dumbfounded eyes. He smiled bitterly and begged for mercy: "Gang leader, I am celebrating the New Year, please just spare me."

The audience immediately burst into laughter.
To be continued...