Chapter 3: The Ruthless Contest
On the way home, Lin Yuan encountered Wang Mingyong, who had returned home early.
At this moment, Wang Mingyong was sitting opposite Wang Dong, and there was a brown cloth bag on the table.
"Father, what on earth has made you so happy?" Wang Dong couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled.
Just now, he was in the courtyard carefully comprehending the Qi-Blood movement of the Eight-step Breaking Fist. He had trained the Eight-step Breaking Fist to the limit of the introductory stage, and was about to step into the proficient threshold.
Once proficient in the Eight-step Breaking Fist, it would double the Qi-Blood, making it incomparable to the introductory level of the Eight-step Breaking Fist.
Usually, his father wouldn't disturb his martial arts training upon returning, but today was different, making him stop his practice.
"Dong'er, open it and see what this is. Your father took a great risk to get it." Wang Mingyong laughed heartily, a trace of pride flashing across his face.
The old village chief? Humph! So what if he's shrewd? Didn't he still lose it under his own nose.
"Dad, this, what is this?"
Wang Dong immediately opened the brown cloth bag. A rich aroma of pills filled his nostrils in an instant. Looking at the rapidly spinning Round Treasure Pills, he was full of shock.
"Vitality Pill," Wang Mingyong said word by word.