Beast Soul God

(I posted the wrong chapter at noon. I have corrected it now. Please forgive me)

"Teacher, ten days have passed, what should I do now?" Han Chen asked.

"Use the martial arts skills you have cultivated on the wooden stakes, such as Shanhai Fist, Explosive Step and Dragon Palm. If there is a big collapse, use it as your last trump card. Don't use it easily." Mr. Ling stepped away from the distance and felt faint.

The purple flame invaded Han Chen's eyebrows, and Han Chen's injuries quickly recovered.

With an ecstatic expression on his face, Han Chen looked at Mr. Ling gratefully, and then he lost all worries and started practicing with peace of mind.

…

The boring cultivation life was going on slowly, but Han Chen was enjoying it. This extreme cultivation squeezed out all Han Chen's potential. Although he has not been promoted to the ninth level of Qi training, he has enough

Confidence can fight with people at the ninth level of Qi training and become invincible.

Every time he practiced, Han Chen had new insights, and the performance of martial arts was as easy as strolling in the courtyard. Of course, all of this was the result of Mr. Ling's guidance from the side.

"Okay, the second phase of devil training is over, and the last phase has begun." Old Ling smiled, quite satisfied with Han Chen's performance during this period, but he also secretly laughed in his heart. This originally devil training, now for Han Chen,

He has long given up his reputation as a devil.

Although the devil's training is nothing to Han Chen, due to human nature, he will still occasionally complain secretly in his heart, but he does not complain. He wants to be strong without giving. Is it possible?

Looking at Han Chen who had no reaction, Mr. Ling smiled. It seemed that the training during this period had already numbed Han Chen's heart. Now, he had to show his true self, so that this little guy knew that the real devil was only now out.

"In the last month, it's very simple. You just need to pull up those wooden stakes." He snickered in his heart, but Mr. Ling looked very serious on the surface.

"This is simple," Han Chen said, then walked towards a wooden stake and circulated his energy, preparing to pull it up.

"Wait a minute, when I said pull it out, I told you to use your feet, not your hands." After giving up, Mr. Ling stopped Han Chen's movement.

"What?" Han Chen thought he heard wrongly and continued to ask.

"Stand on the wooden piles and pull up all the wooden piles with your feet, do you understand?" Mr. Ling said, with a look like a big bad wolf on his face.

"I still don't understand." Han Chen rolled his eyes and said.

"There are ninety-nine and eighty-one wooden stakes here. In the last month, for the first nine days, your daily task is to pull out three wooden stakes. In the next nine days, you will still pull out three wooden stakes, but I will increase the difficulty appropriately."

As he said that, Mr. Ling looked at the long wooden pillar that had been suspended above the wooden pillar. It had not been moved yet.

Han Chen seemed to understand something. He twitched his lips for a while and then said, "What about the next twelve days?"

"Don't worry about it, you can complete the current task first." With that said, Ling Lao turned into a ray of purple light and got into the unicorn ring.

"Let's fight." Han Chen didn't say any more nonsense and quickly jumped on the wooden stakes. He spotted a wooden stake and jumped on it, ready to start the perverted task assigned by Elder Ling.

Han Chen slowly circulated his vitality. At this time, he could easily circulate his vitality to the soles of his feet, and this movement was continuous.

Attaching his vitality to the wooden stake, Han Chen stuck one sole of his foot with the wooden stake and slowly raised the sole of his foot, while the other sole was used as a fulcrum, just as a fulcrum.

That sole of the foot was bearing the weight of the whole body, which was very difficult.

And under such attempts, the wooden stake slowly became loose.

"It's almost successful." Han Chen looked happy. After all the hard work this morning, he finally pulled out the first wooden stake.

At this time, more than a dozen people were sitting in the Han family's meeting hall, and sitting in one of the seats was Han Chen's father, Han Xiaotian. Of course, their meeting was held just for the morning's wind.

There are two strong breaths in the city.

When the two auras arrived, Han Xiaotian ordered all the people in his family to enter the secret room. He did not dare to let them out until the two auras subsided. He is still in shock.

"Everyone, did you also feel the two super strong auras in the air in the City of Wind today?" Looking at the crowd, Han Xiaotian said.

After everyone listened, they also started talking. They had all felt the tyrannical aura and terrifying pressure before, which made them deeply fearful.

At this time, an old man stood up, looked at Han Xiaotian, and said, "Fortunately I was just passing by, otherwise, this City of Winds would have caused a bloody storm."

This old man has gray hair and is dressed in gray cloth, but his eyes are very bright, giving people a feeling of getting older and stronger. This old man is the eldest elder of the Han family and the actual person in power.

"What the Great Elder said is true," Han Xiaotian said respectfully.

"Okay, now let's talk about the family assessment in one month. What do you think?" the elder said, looking at Han Xiaotian.

"I'll tell you about this later, Xiaotian, I heard that Han Chen has been a little unusual recently." At this time, another old man stood up, this was the third elder of the Han family.

"Han Chen's physique is a bit special, and his strength has always stagnated. However, I think he will improve after taking the spiritual cultivation grass." Han Xiaotian said with a smile.

"However, I heard that he fought with Han Xiu and defeated him in the end. Isn't it that Big Brother doesn't know about this?" Han Xiaokun, who had been silent at the side, stood up and said.

"I haven't been here for the past few months. Maybe Han Chen has broken through. I don't know the details." Han Xiaokun's face remained calm, but his heart was filled with ecstasy. If what Han Xiaokun said was true, then Han Chen's

His strength is at least the fifth level of Qi training, and this was only a few months ago.

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"Phew, it's finally the third wooden stake." Han Chen jumped up, landed on the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly entered the cultivation state.

After making some adjustments, Han Chen returned to his room, and by this time, it was already evening.

"I didn't expect that the teacher's devil training was so effective." Han Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, and streams of vitality entered his body along his nostrils.

"Have you adjusted your breath?" Mr. Ling sat next to Han Chen and looked at Han Chen's face filled with joy.

"Well, teacher, I have now reached the peak of the eighth level of Qi training, and in the next twenty days or so, I will have enough confidence to break through the bottleneck and reach the ninth level of Qi training in one fell swoop," Han Chen said, with a look on his face.

Full of excitement.

"Someone is coming," Mr. Ling said softly, but stopped talking.