Beast Soul God

The corner of Han Chen's mouth moved. Seeing Mr. Ling's appearance, he felt a bit like a sheep in a tiger's mouth.

"Devil training, get ready." With a chuckle, Mr. Ling looked at Han Chen.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, not knowing what Mr. Ling called devil training, but he thought this life was not easy.

"Before that, you have to prepare some things," Mr. Ling said with a smile, looking at Han Chen.

Han Chen nodded lightly, knowing that it must not be a good thing.

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There are dense jungles on the mountainside of the back mountain. Although the sun is shining brightly outside, it is extremely dark when you go deep inside, and a cold air comes out.

"Boom..." A big tree fell to the ground, and then there were the sounds of frightened birds and the howls of some wild beasts, as if this discordant note disturbed their normal rest.

"Teacher, the devil training you are talking about is not asking me to cut down trees, right?" Han Chen punched a big tree, and the big tree fell down. This was already the twentieth tree he had cut down.

Although he was not tired, Han Chen did feel that doing so was a waste of time.

"I have my own arrangements." Mr. Ling stroked his beard, showing an unfathomable feeling.

"Go cut down ten more big trees." Mr. Ling chuckled and looked at Han Chen jokingly.

In desperation, Han Chen gave Mr. Ling a middle finger and continued to work as a lumberjack.

"That's right. Now you can make fifteen big trees among them into wooden stakes with a length of one foot and a radius of one foot. Remember, both ends must be sharpened. The other fifteen big trees can be made into large pillars with a length of three feet."

Mr. Ling said leisurely, but Han Chen beside him looked at Mr. Ling with a resentful expression.

"Why don't you go quickly?" Mr. Ling shouted.

Han Chen looked sad and went to complete the task assigned by Mr. Ling.

Looking at Han Chen's busy figure, Mr. Ling muttered to himself: "Little guy, the hard training begins now."

The whole morning was spent with Han Chen chopping trees and making stakes. After throwing the last batch of stakes to the top of the mountain, Han Chen rolled his eyes and sat down on the ground.

Looking at Han Chen's results throughout the morning, Mr. Ling smiled slightly, nodded slightly, and said, "You go and have a rest, I will do the next thing."

After Han Chen heard this, he found a big stone and fell asleep.

"The devil training has officially begun." Old Ling's voice woke up Han Chen who was daydreaming. He opened his eyes and looked at Old Ling sleepily.

Mr. Ling looked at Han Chen, smiled strangely, and pointed not far away, where rows of wooden piles were nailed to the ground, and on those wooden piles, dozens of giant trees were hanging.

When Han Chen saw this lineup, he asked: "Crossing the stakes? Is this the devil training you prepared for me, teacher?"

Looking at Han Chen with a smile, Mr. Ling didn't say much. He just waved to Han Chen and motioned him to approach the wooden pile.

Han Chen understood and walked towards the wooden pile, his expression also became abnormal.

He smiled bitterly, it was his own fault. Looking at the sharpened wooden stakes, stars appeared in Han Chen's eyes.

"I don't want you to walk on the wooden stakes today," Mr. Ling said calmly, looked at Han Chen, and then added: "Today, I just need you to stand on the sharpened wooden stakes and tie your horse."

When Han Chen heard this, he was so frightened that he trembled a little. If a horse was stuck on a wooden stake like a spike, wouldn't it also make a hole in the sole of his foot?

"Sure enough, it's devil training." After thinking for a moment, Han Chen gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, let the storm come more violently!"

Seeing Han Chen's warrior-like expression, Mr. Ling also smiled.

"Let's begin." As if he had made up his mind, a look of cruelty flashed across Han Chen's face, and he was about to jump onto the wooden stake.

"Wait, take off your shoes and go up again." Old Ling's voice came, stopping Han Chen who was about to jump on the wooden stake. However, as soon as these words came out, Han Chen almost fell down.

"You're cruel" gave Mr. Ling a hard look. Han Chen took off his shoes angrily and jumped up. His body swayed for a long time before he stabilized himself on the wooden stake.

As soon as he stood on the wooden pile, he felt a heartbreaking pain under his feet. He kept gritting his teeth and endured, but within a minute, Han Chen fell from the wooden pile.

Seeing Han Chen's embarrassed appearance, Mr. Ling burst out laughing.

Gently rubbing the soles of his feet, Han Chen looked at Mr. Ling and curled his lips and said, "Teacher, if this continues, I'm afraid my feet will be disabled. Can you still laugh?"

"Idiot, you don't know how to channel your vitality to the soles of your feet?" Old Ling's face said that a child cannot be taught.

Sticking out his tongue slightly, Han Chen smiled awkwardly, then silently circulated his energy and appeared on the wooden pile again.

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"That's right, you were able to stay on top of the wooden stake for three hours in just seven days." Mr. Ling smiled, very satisfied with Han Chen's performance during this period.

"This devil training is indeed devilish." Han Chen shook his numb legs, sweating profusely.

"But you gained a lot, didn't you?" Mr. Ling said calmly.

Nodding slightly, Han Chen did not deny that these seven days of being stuck on the wooden stakes had brought him to a new level in the movement of his vitality.

Originally, Han Chen's movement of vitality was mostly limited to the upper body, but the lower body was rarely involved. Even Han Chen's movement and martial arts explosive step could only move a small part of the vitality to the soles of his feet, so the power of the explosive step was not fully

Play it out.

The reason for this is not that his vitality is weak, but that the meridians in his lower body are small and it is very difficult for him to circulate his vitality.

And now, after seven days of living in Zama, the acupuncture points on Han Chen's soles were constantly stimulated, so Han Chen had to work hard to use his energy to resist the heartbreaking pain. Over time, some of the meridians in Han Chen's lower body became much thicker.

In other words, the speed and quantity of Han Chen's vitality movement were much higher than before.

"Okay, the first phase of devil training is over, and the second phase has officially begun," Mr. Ling said with a smile.

"Second stage?" Han Chen was full of expectations. Although this so-called devil training made him suffer a lot, it made him greatly improve in all aspects.

How can plum blossoms smell so fragrant without being chilled to the bone?

"The first stage is to make a horse, and the second stage is to walk on sharp wooden poles, and the training time of the second stage is three times that of the previous one." Mr. Ling smiled faintly and slipped into the Qilin Ring.

Taking a deep breath, Han Chen adjusted his energy. After his energy stabilized, he jumped onto the wooden pile again.

The sharp wooden stake came into contact with the sole of his foot, causing a slight feeling of pain. Han Chen quickly used his energy to drive away the pain. Now Han Chen was quite good at doing this, but what he had to do next was not

Instead of riding a horse, you have to walk on sharp stakes, and this training method is much more difficult than before.

Every time he moved, Han Chen had to use a lot of vitality, but fortunately, he had strong perseverance and only landed after holding on for an hour.

"This is indeed a huge project!" Han Chen sat on the ground, breathing heavily.