Rebirth of Merry Comprehension

"Oh, I am the only one who can have such amazing skills..."

After getting the needle, Mo Li still boasted coquettishly.

He couldn't help but feel happy. With this training, he finally achieved his first result in more than ten days. After fourteen years and nine months of wasting time, he finally successfully reached the first level of martial arts health-preserving realm.

The training of a martial artist is divided into nine levels in total: health maintenance, meat training, muscle and bone strengthening, hardness and softness, divine power, internal strength, bravery, moves, and nine innate levels. Each level is almost hard work, even the most superficial.

The introductory health regimen is definitely not something that everyone can practice.

Health preservation, as the name suggests, means eating. What is health preservation? To put it simply, it is to strengthen the physical body's qi and blood through eating and nourishing. Because the foundation and starting point of physical body cultivation is blood. Without enough qi and blood and sufficient physical foundation, it is absolutely impossible to maintain health.

It is impossible to cultivate successfully.

After all, the training of a martial artist is purely a physical exercise. Every step is almost challenging the limits of one's body, tempering and honing the physical body, making it powerful and vital. This kind of training requires countless difficult tasks almost every day.

If your physical condition is poor and your neck bones can be broken with just one movement, what else is there to talk about cultivation?

So regardless of a simple health regimen, even the children of those nobles would definitely be unable to refine it without constant nourishment of spiritual materials and good medicines for a year and a half.

"Hula hula——"

The power of the running soul violently drove his blood flow, and Chang Fengyu suddenly heard the sound of wind and thunder behind his back, as if there was a powerful beast roaring hidden in his body.

Power! At this moment, Mo Li, who had been powerless for fourteen years, felt a sense of power for the first time. The good-for-nothing that had tortured him for fourteen years was also relieved at this moment. He

I felt infinitely satisfied.

With abundant blood, strong vitality, and endless life, he never expected that he could accomplish something in ten days that others would find difficult to accomplish in a year, despite his accidental attempt to become a monk.

"Ahem——"

Overjoyed, Mo Li quickly suppressed his complacency. Integrated with Peng Zu's memory, his temperament seemed to have a kind of vicissitudes and rigor that spanned eight hundred years.

It is said that 'having an old man in a family is like having a treasure'. This cunning old man did not come for nothing for eight hundred years. In addition, Mo Li was alert and experienced a great disaster of life and death. He suddenly became introverted and joyless.

.

Of course, it was also because Mo Li's own enemies were too strong that he could not relax a bit. You must know that Liu Qingyan and Li An were both disciples of the Immortal Sect. Although they were disciples of the outer sect, at least they were

He has the cultivation level of a seventh or eighth level martial artist.

Thinking about it, Mo Li lost any sense of complacency, and quickly grabbed the big dead centipede on the ground, bit his fingers gently, and dripped drops of blood on its flat head.

Strangely enough, the centipede's body turned out to be like cotton, absorbing every drop of Jiujiang's blood in an instant.

Gradually, the centipede finally turned over, and after sucking dozens of drops of blood, the black mist on its body shrank again, turning into an extremely ordinary centipede, and it slipped into the yard again along the corner of the wall.

on top of the big tree.

After feeding the centipede, even with the cultivation level of health cultivation, Mo Li couldn't help but lose a lot of energy and blood. After hiding the small bowl again with a pale face, he sat on the bed tiredly and panted heavily.

, sweating profusely.

He also noticed that the Gu worm's belly was getting bigger and bigger, and it was also growing as his self-cultivation improved. If he hadn't known that the Gu worm would not betray, he would not have dared to raise such a monster.

Of course, at the same time, he was extremely enthusiastic about the centipede's fighting power when it grew up.

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