40,000 Years of Cultivation

Wumayan and Fu Dong stared, holding their breath, watching Li Yao's reaction very nervously.

Many brawny men in the mad bear tribe have just imposed a one-fifth of the standard innocence, and they cried and cried out!

Li Yao's face was indifferent, and he blinked, looking at them very calmly.

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong looked at each other, then stood on tiptoes and looked at the pressure gauge on Li Yao's bracelet. Hearing the sound of true breath screaming from the seam, they said in doubt: "Yes, it's a third. Double the air pressure, what's the matter, Uncle Sha Xie, don't you feel it?"

Li Yao shook his head.

It can't be said that there is no feeling, he feels like 10,000 feathers lightly sweeping the meridians, soft and numb, but it is like a dragonfly, flashing, and completely dissipating before the enjoyment.

Fu Dong gritted his teeth and rotated the gear again to double the standard air pressure!

Li Yao frowned. This time he finally clearly sensed a faint air current flowing into his body from his wrists and ankles, flowing back and forth between the limbs and twenty meridians.

However, this power was too weak, giving him a feeling of itching from his boots, instead it mobilized the deep blood, hungry desire.

"Still not feeling? You, don't you hurt?"

Wumayan was stunned, recalling the first time he doubled his true Qi pressure, he seemed to have cramps, and he almost didn't jump to the ceiling in pain!

Fu Dong was also a little surprised: "Breathing and heartbeat are normal, and your eyes are clear. You must have received Zhen Qi lock training before, right?"

Li Yao shook his head blankly, indicating that he had forgotten.

Wumayan's eyes lit up, and he cheered: "It must be so! Uncle Sha Xie must have been a master of a certain tribe before, and he has received Zhen Qi lock training, so he can bear this kind of pain!"

"Does it hurt?"

Li Yao didn't feel it at all.

In Ou Yezi's memory, in order to practice ancient refining techniques, he had suffered inhuman torture countless times.

The "Thousand Fingers Soft Bones" to train finger flexibility alone is to repeatedly break the finger bones, smash them completely, and then restore them with secret medicine.

In some cultivation methods, you even need to put your hands in a boiling potion to repeatedly torment, cook it so that the skin becomes rotten, and after recovery, boil it again. Repeat this more than ten times to produce the most delicate skin and flesh, and cultivate your perception. To the extreme.

His "Thousands of Hardenings" has been honed in the practice against Ding Lingdang again and again. Ding Lingdang started without mercy, and it hurt his bones every time.

In order to cultivate the perception of both hands and achieve amazing hand speed, he used the purple ring sword ant to carry out the cruelest practice!

As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain of dozens of purple-ringed sword ants chewing fingers together is just a little bit for him.

He even felt that the pain was not irritating enough, so he deliberately fed the purple-ringed sword ants with highly toxic substances in order to increase the severity of the pain.

Have a good time, the more painful, the faster!

In the mere double the pressure of the true energy, in Li Yao's perception, it was just lightly stung by the tip of the grass. It was nothing at all. It was not so painful, it was itchy.

He doesn't like the half-painful feeling.

Simply stretched out his hand and twisted the adjustment gear hard, and the pressure was increased to five times in an instant.

"hiss!"

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong took a cold breath at the same time, trying to prevent it from being too late, their faces all showed expressions of astonishment.

Li Yao snorted, only to feel that the true energy was pouring into the meridians like hot lava, finally causing a certain degree of pain!

This kind of pain was something he would taste every time he started warming up. The familiar feeling made the corners of his mouth slightly aroused and he grinned.

Finally a little bit into the state.

Li Yao squinted his eyes halfway, as if enjoying a hearty meal, continued to adjust the valve, and constantly increased the pressure of infuriating energy, six times, seven times, eight times...

In the observation room next door, Xiong Wuji and Sha Yulan were dumbfounded, almost sticking their faces to the glass window, unable to speak for a long time.

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong didn't know the details of Li Yao, and thought that he had received Zhen Qi lock training, and he could accept everything they saw.

But the two of them are clear! Li Yao is a cultivator of flying stars, how could it be possible to endure such pain the first time he tried?

Seeing that Li Yao had adjusted the pressure gauge to more than ten times the air pressure, Xiong Wou-ki was a little frustrated, and looked at Sha Yulan very confused: "Didn't you say that the cultivation methods of the flying star cultivators are very gentle and peaceful, right? Look at his appearance, but it has nothing to do with the words'Zhongzheng Pinghe'. Looking at his expression, I still enjoy it!"

Sha Yulan was also dumbfounded and murmured: "I don't know, I have never seen such a weird cultivator!"

"call--"

Li Yao finally fixed the pressure to thirteen times, and spit out a long white arrow, which was not much softer than the true energy leaked from the magic weapon seam!

His limit doesn't stop there, but for the first try, don't rush.

Li Yao’s muscles bulged, thick blue veins all over his body like a blue dragon, teeth and claws, appearing from time to time, his expression is still very indifferent, except for occasional twitches in the corners of his eyes, there is no sign that he is right there. In extreme pain!

Li Yao looked attentively, silently meditating on the capillary meridian distribution map that had just been printed into his brain. The soul looked inward, and the spiritual silk also extended into the body, accurately guiding the zhenqi rushing into the body, rushing to bunches of capillary meridians.

Open up the meridians and create a thousand Ren Du two meridians!

Wuma Yan looked silly directly.

He can also withstand 14 to 5 times the air pressure now, but after reaching ten times, the pain that erodes his heart will make him unhappy. Even if he can barely restrain his mind, his expression is grinning, his face is distorted, and he is miserable while practicing. Call, it will never be so peaceful.

"Uncle Sha Xie, you, are you not afraid of pain?" the determined and talented young man couldn't help but cried out strangely.

Li Yao ignored him, and attentively felt the tens of thousands of true qi rushing in his body, feeling that it was still a bit unsatisfactory, so he simply walked to the cultivation equipment in the corner.

He has his own daily practice plan, but he doesn't need other people to give more guidance.

First, he used 800 kilograms of barbells to do two sets of warm-ups. Then he ran at full speed for three minutes with his legs raised to fully move his body, and Li Yao entered the formal practice.

"Whoo!"

The left arm turned into a gray shadow, like an iron whip thrown away, and the sound of breaking wind suddenly blasted, a cyclone appeared in front of the fist, and there were two explosions from the fist target. It's the sound of a fist hit! ,

"Flap!"

The distance between the two voices was extremely short, as if two serial spike thunders exploded one after another, with deafening explosions reverberating for a long time in the large training room.

"Zhen Qi fills the capillary meridians, and blows out with a punch, as if a tide is gushing out of the fist, this feeling is really refreshing!"

Li Yao grinned, and recalled the days when he was in the old training ground of Chixiao No.2 Middle School, under the guidance of Father Sun Biao, wearing a special training vest to "give up", sweating like rain, and desperate for life.

The days that used to be extremely painful have become especially clear in memory, like a cup of bitter cold wine, but it can turn into the hottest heat!

One punch, one punch, another punch.

Wearing a weight of more than two thousand catties, Li Yao started to practice daily practice with extremely violent Zhen Qi in his body.

He enjoyed the blast of every punch, every muscle fiber and capillary meridian was torn, and then he was madly repaired by psychic energy, making him stronger.

Unknowingly, in the steel fist target in front of him, he blasted out two three-point punch marks.

Li Yao took a deep breath and finally stopped, his unprotected fist face dripping with blood, mixed with sweat, ticking around.

Looking up at the time, an hour has passed since his true energy was agitated, and his psychic energy was flying.

Wumayan maintained a stunned expression, watched him practice for an hour, and stammered: "Sha, Uncle Sha Xie, have you finished your cultivation?"

Ruthless! Absolutely super cruel!

Zhen Qi expands the meridians, the longer the time, the more the pain will be doubled!

The average gas refiner can only withstand the expansion for more than half an hour at most, so he has to stop and rest for a while. I didn't expect that Uncle Sha Xie was so tolerant, and he persisted for an hour!

Li Yao shook his head, shook his hands, and motioned: "I'm out of breath."

"what!"

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong were shocked at the same time: "Eight high-level real balloons were actually completely exhausted by you in just an hour?"

...

Li Yao stayed in the training room for five full hours. Except for half an hour to consume food crazily, the rest of the time was devoted to the highest intensity training, ravaged the barbells and iron blocks weighing thousands of pounds. ring.

He consumed forty-two high-level true balloons, and in the end, he had increased the true energy pressure by seventeen times!

Even Fu Dong, the well-informed senior training room director, was extremely shocked, not to mention Wuma Yan. Everything that happened on the test field yesterday was completely forgotten, and Li Yao was worshipped as a **** of war!

After finishing his cultivation, Li Yao did not go back with Wu Mayan.

Because Fu Dong told him that there were still people waiting for him on the 14th floor underground.

Xiong Wuji.

The further you go underground, the fewer the traces of artificial construction. When you reach the fourteenth floor, it is like a natural underground karst cave. The deep tunnels lead to all directions, and on the rough cave walls, there are also inlaid with a fan. Big iron door.

"Boom! Boom!"

In the depths of the earth, countless ferocious beasts seem to be imprisoned, slamming hard against the heavy iron gate.

There were also a series of wild and beast-like roars, seeping from the cracks under the iron gate, rushing between the deep corridors, hitting the eardrums of people itching.

"This is the most special training room in the hall of supernatural powers, and only the strong who performed well in the first level of cultivation are eligible to enter here!"

Xiong Wu's extremely large figure blocked the tunnel tightly and said coldly, "It can even be said that this is the real place for Qi refiners to practice!"