Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

Jiang Li put away the moss in the room, pushed the door and left the mixing room.

Outside, it was still everywhere, full of familiar noises.

This Cihang Temple is worthy of being a large sect for all members to practice physical training.

On this day, all kinds of percussion sounds are almost ten times more lively than the construction site.

It's even more exaggerated than when Jiang Li and other brothers practiced the exercises.

At this moment, a little novice monk next to Jiang Li came out, and immediately stepped forward to salute him together.

"Senior Brother Jiang, Elder He and Uncle Ji are waiting in the Dragon Tiger Academy. Senior Brother, please come with me."

Jiang Li looked at the sky, and he was just doing a sword embryo exercise, and most of the day had passed. I don't know what Elder He and Brother Xiang are doing now.

"Then, Junior Brother Lao."

Jiang Li didn't doubt that he was there. After thanking him, he followed the little novice all the way to the Dragon and Tiger Academy he said.

Before this entered the door, there were waves of applause from inside. This voice was familiar to Jiang Li. When he used to fight against his brothers in Fu Mo Tang, the crowds onlookers basically called it that way.

Pushing the door into the Dragon Tiger Academy, in the middle of the practice field, he saw Senior Brother Xiang Yuanba who had swelled into a devil muscle man.

This type of secret method of body cultivation that expands body shape and increases strength is quite common. Among the ten body cultivation methods, at least four or five have mastered similar methods.

For example, the person opposite Senior Brother Xiang is also 2.78 meters tall, with bulging muscles, just like an inflated golden balloon.

Jiang Li also cultivated his body, and of course he would also be able to do this, and it was also an ancient inheritance from the Palace of Sutras.

But the appearance of using this kind of secret technique is really ugly. As far as Senior Brother Xiang Yuanba is concerned, Jiang Li would not be able to recognize it properly if it weren't for the obvious blood pattern of Shenshan.

Moreover, while increasing the strength and physique, it also limits the speed and agility. For him, it is hard to say whether it is an increase or a weakening, so he has not used it a few times so far.

"Master, here I am."

"I have seen the idiot."

Jiang Li walked to Elder He's side, and after seeing them, he then looked at the situation in the field.

But he was really a bit, and he didn't quite understand the situation on the scene now.

Senior Brother Xiang, who swelled to about three meters in height, stood opposite the Vajra monk who was only half a head short on the opposite side.

They didn't move or dodge, they just stood on the spot, you punched and I punched each other in turn.

And behind them, there were fragments of the pottery jar scattered on the ground.

It can be seen that there were a lot of water tanks behind them, but at this time, only three or four were left behind them.

"Be prepared, it's your turn next."

Elder He sat calmly on the chair and tilted his head to talk to Jiang Li. This is more than a fight. Elder He had already been vaccinated on the road, and Jiang Li was not surprised.

But, what kind of fighting method is this?

"Good master, but what's the situation?"

Jiang Li could roughly guess that those water tank clay pots are not just decorations, but what their specific functions are, and how specific the rules of this competition are, he still hasn't understood for a while.

"This is Cihang Temple's style and literary fighting, you can look at it again to understand."

boom!

At this time, it was the turn of that Facheng to do it again.

A fist the size of a grinding plate blasted out and directly hit Senior Brother Xiang Yuanba's abdomen.

Jiang Li is speechless, what kind of Wendou is this?

With this punch, Senior Brother Xiang ate solidly, and his vigorous force penetrated his body, directly blasting two of the water tanks behind him.

A small crack appeared on the ground under Brother Xiang's feet. The crack continued to split and spread backwards, and what was hidden in it was the strength he unloaded into the ground.

And the strength that continued to spread, but one of them happened to reach the bottom of the last water tank.

With a click, a seam pattern immediately appeared on the wall of the tank, and the water inside the pottery tank permeated from the seam, gurgling to the ground.

It almost broke directly.

"Haha Lao He, your disciple looks dangerous."

Since Master Chi and Elder He had an old friendship, they were still at a half-hearted level back then.

But the Beast Blood Catalogue can not only increase the strength, but also speed up the practice. Gradually, the idiot will start to fall behind, and the gap between the two sides has been very obvious today.

If you can't beat it yourself, then you can only let your own disciples bear expectations. Now that Facheng has the upper hand, it naturally makes him very proud.

This so-called Wendou is a comparison method developed by the practitioners of Cihang Temple.

Wendou is not like the normal fighting method, which does everything to its extremes, and only one side must fall to the ground to be considered a winner.

This "Wen Dou" is based on the five aspects of "fighting, imperial control, control, unloading, and step".

Just like at this time, the aspect they are competing is the method of relieving strength in physical training.

The two stood opposite each other and attacked each other without moving their feet. The criterion for victory is not that one side falls to the ground, but the water tank behind the opponent.

The first to smash all the water tanks behind the opponent is the victory.

This special form of competition is not a unified strength, but to bear the strength with the body as much as possible, and the attack is evenly transmitted by the method of reducing the strength.

If the granule intercepted by the body is too small, the shock wave will directly smash the large water tank, and if the unloading skills are not adequate and the force transmitted from the ground is not uniform, it will also blow up the water tank.

Senior Brother Xiang's strength should not be defeated by the opponent, but he is not accustomed to this form of fighting, and he is still at a disadvantage.

At this time, Jiang Li noticed the blood pattern on the right arm of Senior Brother Xiang, and it began to emit a faint red light.

It was a mighty lion with its mane exploded. The arm that was thicker than the pillar swelled again, roaring with a heavy lion's roar, and then hammered it.

Roar!

When the fist rubbed against the air, there was a roar like a lion.

A fist hit the Facheng monk, and before the opponent unloaded his strength, the turbulent fist turned into a lion's head, and then the lion's head exploded into a rolling sound, and the force of his fists spread out together. .

Boom boom boom boom!

There were five explosions in a row.

The four water tanks behind Facheng monk exploded at the same time when he came into contact with the lion roar that carried his fist.

But other than that, the cracked big tank behind Senior Brother Xiang couldn't bear the aftermath, and it broke into several pieces together.

draw!

Elder He in the seat seemed to be lightly relieved. Obviously even he didn't want to lose to his old friend.

And when the two of them left the field, almost all the monks present turned their eyes to Jiang Li.

In a pair of eyes, all golden light was eager to try, and it was obvious that all the monks present wanted to challenge him.

After all, Cihang Temple valued the name of the strongest sect of its great mountain cultivating sect, but the thin-minded Elder He was on a par with them in the world of cultivating immortals.

How can they tolerate this situation? So whenever there is a chance, these passionate monks will challenge to rectify the name of Cihang Temple.

The draw just now obviously can't satisfy them, but Xiang Yuanba just finished the match, it is impossible to shamelessly challenge the wheels, so he can only aim at the target, the same as the devil Jiang Lijiang who is the disciple of the elder.

"Is he Jiang Li, the first in the white list, the strongest disciple of the Tibetan Scripture Valley?"

"There should be nothing wrong. Yesterday I saw him fly over on a wooden dragon with my own eyes. It is exactly the same as the one from the Mist and Mountains."

"But isn't Jiang Li a disciple of Elder He?"

"Look at him like that, is he really cultivating?"

Jiang Li's well-proportioned figure after building the foundation is quite confusing. Judging from the current mainstream concept, a strong body is not necessarily a good physical training, but in all likelihood, a thin body is not a good one.

"I think he is so thin and thin, but he doesn't seem to be a real person."

A monk touched his knotted muscles, and his solid sense of strength made him very satisfied. But what is there in Jiang Li?

"Junior brother, don't be too harsh on him. Although he is the first in the white list, he is only a group of juniors in the Qi refining period. How strong can he be?"

The implication is that Jiang Li is just a vain name.

"Amitabha Buddha, please don't make false statements. Donor Jiang has indeed defeated the poor monk. If you have any doubts, it is better to challenge you, and you will know after a try."

The one who was speaking was the one who was standing in the crowd. When it spoke, those disciples couldn't say it anymore.

Joining hands to meditate on fate is not a nameless person in Cihang Temple.

Once when he was worshipping into the Buddhist sect, he, who was unremarkable, was suddenly admitted to the sect of the sacred monk of the empty twilight. At that time, this incident caused an uproar.

Although on the face of it, few people dared to speak wildly to him, but all kinds of rumors and rumors spawned by jealousy have never stopped among the disciples of Cihang Temple.

Until Yuan Xiucheng Heshou Zen, he had to bear two hundred and eighteen tiger sticks in the defensive test as soon as he appeared on the field, which directly broke the record of contemporary base-building disciples. Since this battle became famous, no one dared to doubt his qualifications to be a teacher of the sky and night **** monk.

And Jiang Li's ability to defeat him head-on, naturally, it is impossible for him to be a man of fame.

"If this is the case, let the poor monk come and ask for some advice."

"The poor monk has passed, the benefactor Jiang Li can dare to come off and compare to the previous one!"

One person sprang out from the crowd, but it was the disciple of the dead old man Kong'e monk, also for the sake of his generation.

Although he was also a disciple of the same generation, but due to the master's reasons, his identity and various treatments were always worse off, and he had already had a feeling of jealousy in his heart a long time ago.

And he was at the later stage of foundation building, and he often jumped out to challenge when he learned that Jiang Li had just built the foundation.

Jiang Li has defeated Yuan. If he can defeat Jiang Li here, can't it prove that he is better than Jiang Li? He thought so.

The leader of the idiot frowned, but before he could stop him, Elder He nodded.

Jiang Li didn't care about the other party's colorful intestines, smiled, walked out from behind Elder He, and stood directly in the center of the venue.

"In Xiajiangli, I don't dare to do anything about it, but I don't know much about the rules of your temple. Master, what can you say about it."

Hearing Jiang Li's words, the other party was very bright and hurriedly spoke.

"Then don't bother the benefactor, let the poor monk choose it, it's better, let's try defense!"

The physical training of Cihang Temple is good at cultivating the golden body, and the defensive ability under the same level is very advantageous.

And the disciples of Elder He's line, with pictures of animal blood in the body, their basic attributes such as strength and speed are even more powerful.

This one is a shameless and smart man, pretending to think for a while, and then he chooses the test that is most beneficial to him.

In the crowd, Master Liaoyuan shook his head helplessly.

He has personally experienced how thick Jiang Li's skin is. He who had liberated Heshou Zen, exhausted all his energy and could not break Jiang Li's defenses.

Compared with him, that is not purely seeking sin and suffering.

However, the popularity of the master and apprentice was extremely poor, and no one reminded him, and the test was so straightforward.

The rules of the imperial word wendou are very simple.

In the Dragon Tiger Academy, there is a long stick magic weapon, the power is equal to the water and fire stick in the refining period, the power is equivalent to the tiger stick in the base building period, and the dragon descending stick is the same in the alchemy period.

Competing disciples, stand still, remove the defensive magic weapon, and withstand the attack of the long stick magic weapon only with the body, and the one who persists until the last is the victory.

The two sides stood opposite each other, and the monk immediately sank his waist, his whole body was covered with a layer of gold paint, and he was directly prepared for the strongest defense.

But Jiang Li just stood in place, as if standing loosely.

This is when a disciple took two long striped sticks and activated them with a shake of his hand.

Bang bang!

There was a dull blow.

The power of this tiger stick is not small, it is indeed equivalent to the attack power of an ordinary foundation-building cultivator.

For the first time, both sides can bear it and look at each other without changing their faces.

At the tenth time, the golden light of Litong's body surface had begun to dim, and Jiang Li was still calm.

At the twenty-third time, the golden light of Litong's body suddenly shattered, and a thick stick mark appeared on his back.

At the twenty-ninth time, a spit of blood was spouted fiercely, his expression languishing.

At the thirty-third time, the whole person fell to the ground, the bones of his body were broken and the menstrual fractures were miserable, and the eyes turned white and completely lost consciousness.

However, Jiang Li, who was opposite him, was still the same as before, with his clothes fluttering and calming.

"Everyone of Cihang Temple, please!"

Jiang Li made an expression of regret that was still unfinished and stretched out his hand to invite other disciples to take the relay.

This expression, interpreted in the eyes of many monks, was a proper provocation, and another person immediately jumped out and stood in front of Jiang Li.

The tiger stick flew up and down, this disciple was stiff, and he had to bear forty-two sticks before being dragged out of the field.

Jiang Li couldn't help sighing at this, then grabbed the opposite tiger stick, and the two sticks beat him together.

Jiang Li actually enjoys this feeling, his domineering tactics are just a little bit, so he can break through to the eighth level, and now he needs someone to beat him.

But this action of his irritated the monks present even more.

They directly took out a bunch of tiger sticks from the warehouse, and then went on the field one after another to confront Jiang Li.

Then every time a monk loses, he will take away the opponent's tiger stick and add it to himself.

This hit, from dawn to dark, Jiang Li's body, there are already fifty tiger sticks, falling densely like raindrops.

Among them, Gunci has already surpassed Yuan's record by many times.

This group of Cihang Temple disciples also deeply realized what despair is called and what is called powerlessness.

The guy on the opposite side is not a human at all. Such a intensive attack of tiger sticks, even a defensive magic weapon, has already turned into a broken copper and broken iron.

But this Jiang Li actually looked like he enjoyed it very much.

At this time, keeping his hands together, he walked out with two long sticks with gold scales.

"Donor Jiang, how about we try this stick?"

That is the dragon-dropping stick that has reached the power of the pill formation period!

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