Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Wu Mayan and Fu Dongyu's big eyes, holding their breath, watched Li Yao's reaction very nervously.

In the mad bear tribe, a lot of bulls and high horses have just applied a one-fifth of the standard instinct, and they cry and yell at the mother, and the fart is flowing!

Li Yao was indifferent, squinting and looking at them very calmly.

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong face each other, and look at the pressure gauge on the Li Yao bracelet on the tiptoe. He listened to the sound of the screaming at the seam, and wondered: "Yes, it is a three-pointer." Double the pressure, what's going on, Uncle Shaki, don't you feel it?"

Li Yao shook his head.

I can't say that there is no feeling. He feels like there are 10,000 feathers gently sweeping through the meridians, but it's like a little bit of water. It flashes past and disappears completely without being addicted.

Fu Dong gritted his teeth and rotated the gear again, twice the standard pressure!

Li Yao frowned, this time finally clearly felt that there is a weak stream of air flowing from the wrists and ankles into the body, flowing back between the limbs and the twenty meridians.

However, this force is too weak, giving him a feeling of itching, but mobilizing the deepest, hungry desire.

"I still don't feel it? You, don't you hurt?"

Wu Ma Yan is worried, remembering that when she first doubled the pressure of true gas, it was like a suede cramp, and the pain almost didn't reach the ceiling!

Fu Dong was also a little surprised: "Breathing, heartbeat are normal, my eyes are very clear, you must have been trained in the real gas lock before. Right?"

Li Yao shook his head in a blank expression, saying that he had forgotten.

Wu Ma Yan is a bright light, cheers: "It must be like this! Uncle Sha Sha must have been a master of a certain tribe before. He has been trained in the real gas lock, so he can hold such pain!"

"Is it painful?"

Li Yao did not feel at all.

In the memory of Ouyezi, in order to cultivate ancient refining techniques, he has suffered from inhuman torture for countless times.

The light is the "thousand fingers of soft bones" that trains the flexibility of the fingers. It is to repeatedly break the phalanx, completely smash it, and then recover with the secret medicine.

Some cultivation methods. Even put your hands in the boiling potion and repeatedly fry, boiled and boiled. After the recovery, boil again, so repeated dozens of times, in order to produce the most delicate flesh. Practice the perception to the extreme.

His "Thousands of Thousands of Refinings", and Ding Lingyi repeatedly honed in the practice, Ding Ling 铛 铛 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 可 丁 丁 丁 丁 丁 丁

In order to cultivate the hands and feel, and to produce amazing speed, he used the purple ring sword ants to carry out the most cruel cultivation!

As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected, and dozens of purple ring sword ants lick their fingers together, for him. It’s just a little bit of feeling.

He even suspected that the pain was not stimulated enough, and deliberately used the highly toxic substances to feed the purple ring sword ants, just to enhance the level of pain.

Happy and happy. The more pain, the faster!

The area is twice as hot as the pressure. In Li Yao’s perception, it’s just a slap in the grass. It’s nothing to say, it’s not so much pain. It is better to say itchy.

He doesn't like the feeling of being half-painful.

Simply reach for yourself and twist the gears. In a flash, it has increased to five times the pressure.

"hiss!"

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong both took a cold breath, and wanted to stop it from being too late, and all the faces showed amazed expression.

Li Yao snorted and felt that the inflated magma, pouring into the meridian, finally produced a certain degree of pain!

This kind of pain is what he tastes every time he starts to warm up. The familiar feeling makes his mouth slightly smack and grin.

Finally I got into the state a bit.

Li Yao squinted at half as if enjoying a hearty meal, continued to adjust the valve, and constantly increased the pressure of true gas, six times, seven times, eight times...

In the observation room next door, Xiong Wuji and Sha Yulan stunned, almost putting their faces on the glass window, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong did not know the details of Li Yao. He thought that he had accepted the cultivation of the true gas lock and could still accept everything he saw.

But the two of them are clear! Li Yao is a meteor comprehension. How can he endure this pain for the first time?

Seeing that Li Yao has adjusted the pressure gauge to more than ten times the pressure, Xiong Wuji has lost some souls and looked at Sha Yulan very confused. "You are not saying that the cultivation methods of the meteor comprehension are very gentle, and the Zhongzheng is peaceful." Look at his appearance, but it is completely irrelevant to the words of "Zhong Zheng Ping He". Look at his expression and enjoy it the same!"

Sha Yulan is also dumbfounded and muttered: "I don't know, I have never seen such a weird comprehension!"

"call"

Li Yao finally fixed the pressure on the thirteen times, and spit out a white gas arrow, which is no more than the temperament of the magical joints.

His limits don't stop there, but for the first time, don't be too hasty.

Li Yao’s muscles are bulging, and the thick blue veins are all over the body. The teeth are dancing, and the expression is still very indifferent. Except for the occasional twitching of the corner of the eye, there is no sign that it is in the middle. Extremely painful!

Li Yao's expression is focused on, silently contemplating the distribution of the capillary meridian that has just been printed into the brain. The soul is inward and the spirit is extended to the body, precisely guiding the instinct that rushes into the body and rushing to a bundle of capillary meridians.

Develop the meridians and create a thousand lines of responsibility!

Wu Mayan looked silly directly.

He can now withstand fourteen or five times the pressure, but after reaching ten times, the pain of the eternal eclipse makes him feel uncomfortable. Even if he can barely accept his heart, his expression is also a grin, his face is distorted, while he is practicing. Call, definitely not so calm.

"Uncle Sasha, you, are you not afraid of pain?" This stalwart genius boy can't help but scream.

Li Yao didn't pay any attention to him. He concentrated on perceiving the tens of thousands of instinct in the body, and felt that it was still not enough. He simply walked to the cultivation equipment in the corner.

He has his own daily cultivation program, but he does not need to give more guidance.

First, I used a barbell of 800 kilograms to do two sets of warm-ups. Then I ran for three minutes at full speed and lifted my body completely. Li Yao entered formal training.

"Hey!"

The left arm turned into a gray shadow, like an iron whip open, suddenly bursting into the sound of breaking the wind, a cyclone appeared in front of the fist face, the fist target uploaded two sounds, the first sound is the boxing bombing, the second only It is the sound of a fist hit! ,

"Hey!"

The two sounds are extremely short, just like two consecutive ring-shaped wolf-toothed blasts have burst open, deafening sounds, echoing in the large cultivation room for a long time.

"Infuriating and filling the capillary meridians, a punch hit, it seems that there is a tide and a fist, so this feeling, really refreshing!"

Li Yao grinned and recalled that in the old training ground of Chishao II, under the guidance of Sun Hao’s father, wearing a special training vest, “abandon”, sweating and raining.

The days that have been so painful have become extraordinarily clear in memory, like a cup of bitter cold wine, but it can be turned into the hottest heat!

One punch, one punch, another punch.

Li Yao was wearing more than two kilograms of weight, and there was no violent infuriating in the body, and began daily practice.

He enjoys every punch, every muscle fiber and capillary meridians are torn, and then he is madly repaired by the psionics, which strengthens the spirit of a strong point.

Unknowingly, in the steel boxing target in front of him, he was blasted with two punches of three points.

Li Yao took a deep breath and finally stopped. The unprotected boxing face was bloody, mixed with sweat, and ticking around.

Looking up at the time, it was an hour of infuriating, and the spirit was flying.

Wu Mayan kept a jaw-dropping expression and watched him practice for an hour, stuttering: "Sand, Uncle Shaki, have you cultivated?"

Deaf! Absolutely super slut!

Infuriating the meridians, the longer the time, the more painful!

The average refiner can only withstand more than half an hour of expansion, and it is necessary to stop and rest for a while. I didn’t expect Uncle Sasha to be so tolerant, actually insisted for an hour!

Li Yao shook his head and shook his hands, indicating: "No gas."

"what!"

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong were shocked at the same time: "The eight high-end real balloons are actually exhausted by you in just one hour?"

......

Li Yao spent five hours in the cultivation room. In addition to spending half an hour madly consuming food, the rest of the time was devoted to the highest intensity of cultivation, and the heavy barbells and iron blocks were smashed. ring.

He consumed forty-two high-end real balloons, and by the end, he had already boosted the pressure of true gas to seventeen times!

Fu Dong, the director of the high-level senior practice room, was extremely shocked, not to mention Wu Mayan. Everything that happened on the test field yesterday was completely thrown into the back, and Li Yao was worshipped as a **** of war!

After finishing the cultivation, Li Yao did not go back with Wu Mayan.

Because Fu Dong told him that there are people waiting for him on the 14th floor.

Bears are promise.

The more underground, the less the traces of artificial construction, to the 14th floor of the earth, it is like a natural underground cave, the deep ramp leads to all directions, on a rough wall, also inlaid with a fan The big iron gate of the fan.

"Hey! Hey!"

Deep in the ground, it seems to be holding countless fierce beasts, and is struggling against the heavy iron gate.

There was also a roar of wild and fierce beasts that permeated from the gap under the iron gate, ramming between the deep ramps and hitting the eardrum.

"Here, it is the most special training room in the Great Hall of the Great, and only the strong ones who have performed well in the first level of cultivation are eligible to enter here!"

The bearish promise tall figure blocked the martyrdom and was cold and cold. "It can even be said that this is the real place for refining people!" (To be continued)