Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Ling Han constantly punches. In the process, there is a ray of energy pouring into his body, surging in the meridians, widening his meridians, pushing out impurities, leaving some mysterious energy.

Whistling, Ling Han’s punching speed is getting faster and faster, and even you can see that there are residual images left behind.

"Tongmaijing, although it is determined by how many meridians to open up, but repair is a repair, strength is strength, this can not be confused."

“The same is true, but the width of the meridians that each person opens is different.”

"In general, the power of a pulse is about five hundred pounds."

"The power of five hundred pounds, this is already very extraordinary, killing a wild wolf by hand."

"But the limit can reach eight hundred pounds, but the enemy tiger!"

Ling Han thought while punching. His ideal is to break through the strength of eight hundred pounds, so even if his cultivation speed is slower, as long as the strength is strong enough, do you still need to care about the realm?

Strength is king, others are virtual.

All the way from the refining body to Tianzun, Ling Han will still be in the realm of this imaginary thing?

He trained from noon to noon and finally stopped.

It is not that he is tired. On the contrary, his spirit is so good, but the meridians are painful, let him realize that if you want to practice again, the meridians may have to break.

This is too much.

If you want to speed up, you have to have a degree.

Ling Han took a good rest, took a shower and ate a meal.

Then he came to the basement, where a gauge was placed.

This is a very rough gauge, very large, occupying two-thirds of the place, and fixing the foot to the ground with coarse steel screws.

In the face of Ling Han, it is a black iron plate with a skin wrapped around it. If you punch it down, it will immediately show strength.

Wrapped around the skin, of course, to protect the hand.

Ling Han condensed, then slammed a punch.

The energy in the meridians gushes out, and the punch is strong.

However, the power meter did not have the slightest tremor, only the value was beating, and finally, it stopped at a number.

"Two hundred and sixty-four pounds."

"Just so?"

Ling Han is somewhat dissatisfied, although he has put aside his own omnipotent Tianzun, but after so few days of training, he actually has only two hundred kilograms of strength?

Is it weak?

"With Warri, it's just fine. This square boxing is just a simplified version. The effect must not be compared with the real boxing method. If the real boxing method can be deduced, my entry will definitely be much faster."

Ling Han sighed, but the Quartet was the root of the ancient Taoist sect. Even the elders could only learn the three-five style. How could he inherit it?

This can be used not only for cultivation, but also for enemies, which is very powerful.

"Try it with boxing."

Ling Han runs the square boxing, then slams another punch.

Hey!

The leather produced a wave of volatility and a muffled sound, and the value changed again.

"Three hundred and five pounds."

"The blessing is not great, but the victory is steady."

"If I don't use the boxing method, if the boxing is continued, the strength will fluctuate between two hundred and two hundred and six. But after using the boxing method, it can always stay at about three hundred pounds."

Ling Han touched his chin and thought about it: "How much punch can I support in my current body?"

He started testing again. Without the boxing method, he kept the fastest punching speed. He could probably play a hundred notes, and then the speed would slow down. When he hit three hundred punches, he would have no strength.

Then, if you use the boxing method, you can make one hundred and fifty punches in one breath, then the two arms seem to be on fire, and they are hot and can't make any effort.

"If I fight people, I have to calculate my own limits. Don't just hit the ball and get into the exhaustion."

In the cold afternoon, he did not practice boxing again. He took a good rest, and then the next morning, he began to work hard again.

His progress has been amazingly fast. After one day, his boxing power has increased to more than 290 kilograms.

"The effect of the Gathering Array is very obvious, so that my entry speed is more than double."

"Just, my physical strength is a bit weak, not enough to support my whole day of cultivation."

He didn't know that if he changed another person like him to use the Gathering, he would definitely not be able to get out of bed the next day.

The recovery speed of Ling Han is a metamorphosis.

It’s just that he is not completely accustomed to the identity of this ordinary person. Unconsciously, he will compare with his former self, and that is definitely too much.

Day after day, Ling Han’s entry is amazing.

On the tenth day of Sun Jianfang's appointment, Ling Han's boxing power has already entered the 500-pound mark.

In theory, he can already be the peak of a pulse, and can open up a second meridian.

However, Ling Han did not feel that he would widen the stomach of the foot Yangming to the extreme, and there is great room for improvement.

"Young Master, the Sovereign Master summons." Call the snow.

Ling Han nodded. He got up and went out to Sun Jianfang.

"How, how do you sense the meridians?" Sun Jianfang asked, although the ten days are a little short, but with the pulse of the pulse, coupled with the genius of Ling Han, it is possible to sense the meridians.

"I sense it!" Ling Han honestly.

Sun Jianfang smiled and looked very satisfied. Even with the help of the pulse-leaving fruit, the first meridian was sensed in ten days, which is very extraordinary.

"Good! Good! Good!" He pointed to the dynamometer placed in the yard. "Come, try, how many pounds you have now."

Ling Han walked over, coughing, the force in the meridians surging, no need to punch, hee, a punch hit, the value flashed.

"Five hundred and five hundred and sixty-six pounds!" Sun Jianfang was shocked and couldn't speak. Although this little power was not worth mentioning in front of him, it was only a person who was "born" for only ten days. The meridian guy, can actually blast out the strength of five hundred pounds?

Rely, what kind of monster is this?

This is already the peak.

"Genius! It's a genius!" Sun Jianfang had to feel that he looked at Ling Han and his eyes became softer. "You have entered the country far beyond the expectations of the old man."

He thinks that Ling Han’s boxing power is up to one hundred pounds. After all, he just started, but now he is really scared.

Ten days can be completed into a vein, then the higher the realm, the slower the entry, but after a year or two, this guy should also have twelve veins?

Hehe, he laughed in his heart and took it for granted. The more the meridians are opened up, the more difficult it is to sense the new meridians. But he came over, how could he not know?

Even if it can reach twelve veins in five or ten years, it is amazing.

How long did it take him to think about him?

Forty-seven years.