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Chapter 62: Hundred Refinements

 Yang Zhen was taken to a side hall by two people.

There are already several people sitting in the hall, Zhang Mi is sitting high in the main seat, and Fang Mo is also sitting there.

"Yang Zhen," Guanzhu Zhang knocked on the table and said half as a warning and half as an explanation:

"The State Palace has issued an instruction on your matter today. The instruction said that your behavior is to frame your colleagues, and the circumstances are very bad. However, considering that you are young, if you can take the initiative to confess, you can be dealt with lightly. You understand.

No?"

"I don't understand," Yang Zhen cupped her hands and said, "I have a question. I wonder if the Master will live a long life this year?"

"Longevity? What do you mean? I'm just over three years old. In terms of seniority, you should at least call me grandpa, haha."

"I don't understand," Yang Zhen said with a sneer: "Whether it was me who set up the trap or Fang Hong bullied the weak and robbed the eunuchs, ordinary people can tell. Lord viewer, you have lived one hundred and eighty years, how can you still

Not as good as a few ordinary people!"

"Bold!" Guanzhu Zhang slammed the table, his face filled with anger.

After a while, he regained his composure and said to Pang Junchen: "Have a good trial, but don't go too far!"

After saying that, he threw the gavel in his hand on the table, stood up and left.

Several people in the room looked at each other.

After a while, Pang Junchen seemed to wake up, looked at Yang Zhen, and revealed a sinister smile.

"Master Yang," he came to the young man: "You should honestly admit that you framed your colleagues to avoid being punished. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind!"

Yang Zhen held her head high and remained silent.

"What nonsense are you talking to him about? Hurry up and punish him!" Fang Mo shouted over there.

Yang Zhen tilted her head towards him: "Who are you? The county is watching the trial. Can outsiders participate casually?"

"This is Fang Hong's clan brother," Pang Junchen said loudly: "Fang Hong was injured by you and is currently recovering from his injuries. Why shouldn't he attend on behalf of his clan brother?"

Yang Zhen scoffed.

Seeing that the young man was not getting enough, Pang Junchen finally became impatient. He waved his hand and one of his subordinates brought something, which was a whip.

This whip is a divine whip, and like the bundle of fairy ropes, it also has different levels.

Yang Zhen is a qi-training monk, and according to the rules, she can use the first-level magic whip during interrogation, but the one brought up is a top-level second-level one!

"Deputy Chief Pang," another monk who brought Yang Zhen called out: "This whip is of a high grade..."

"It doesn't matter," Pang Junchen said grimly: "Master Yang can knock down a foundation-building monk with one punch. His physical body is strong, but the first-level whip will not work."

After saying that, he motioned with his eyes to the subordinate to take off Yang Zhen's coat.

Yang Zhen didn't have any magic power at this time, so she could only let the other party do whatever she wanted.

She is fair and compact, and her muscles with extremely explosive power are revealed.

Pang Junchen sighed in admiration, licked his lips, and suddenly raised his hand and hit the boy on the back with a whip!

"Pa!" A blood-red whip mark ran from the neck to the lower back, like a fiery snake.

This kind of whip is modeled after ancient artifacts. It is three feet, six inches long, and has twenty-one sections. Each section has barbs made of fine iron, which has a strong defense-breaking effect.

There is another talisman every seventh section, which has the effects of "imprisonment", "paralysis" and "blood loss" respectively.

As the whip went down, Yang Zhen couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, as if all the blood in her body was going to be vented outwards through the whip mark!

He was shocked and angry. If it was just a flesh wound, he wouldn't care. Exercising in the Fire Realm and the Golden Realm would be much more painful than this, but if the blood and energy continued to drain, it would cause great damage to his body.

Cannot recover for several months.

In a flash of thought, he almost subconsciously activated the [Five Elements Body Training Technique].

At this time, the meridians were closed, and the [Five Elements Strengthening Technique] was also not working smoothly. But just when he was about to give up, he suddenly felt that after the blood energy reached the whip mark, it did not continue to leak out, but gathered there, and then

Slowly spread to the surrounding area and begin to repair this scar!

What's going on? He was surprised and confused at the same time.

This is definitely not Yiyi treating him. In fact, in order to prevent others from seeing the clues, he has been trying to dissuade Xiao Xiancao, who is on the verge of going berserk, not to take action easily.

I can heal without using spiritual energy? Is this the effect of [Five Elements Body Training Technique]?

His current progress in the body-building art, the stage of marrow cleansing, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth has been practiced for a circle. If his cultivation level is not low and he has not yet entered the foundation building, this marrow cleansing stage can be said to have been completed.

So now, he is actually in the middle of the two stages of marrow washing and hundred refinements. Among them, the hundred refinements are polishing the muscles, bones, skin and flesh, in the cutting of golden light, in the roasting of fire, in the squeeze of thick earth.

During the pressure, the muscles, bones, skin and flesh were torn again and again, and again and again under the operation of the exercise, they recovered as before.

After being tempered for thousands of times, it is like a piece of iron stone that will eventually be tempered into steel.

However, in the past, these recoveries were all coordinated by spiritual energy, and it was spiritual energy that promoted the healing of these injuries.

But now, my spiritual energy has been imprisoned, how can I still heal myself?

Could it be that the cultivation of this Hundred Refining Stage can be done without the help of spiritual energy and blood energy?

While he was thinking, Pang Junchen whipped his whip like rain, leaving dozens of blood marks on the young man's body.

A large amount of blood energy gathered in Yang Zhen's skin, and the recovery from the injury suddenly accelerated.

Although dozens of whip marks were printed on the young man's back, which looked shocking. Yang Zhen did not feel much pain, especially the numbness and itching caused by the blood energy when recovering from the injury, which offset most of the pain.

He simply closed his eyes and quietly felt the changes in his body.

Although blood energy's treatment of injuries is not as fast as spiritual energy, it is more lasting than the latter. In other words, as long as the injury exists, blood energy will continue to flow until it is finally healed.

As a result, the body will feel a little tired over time. However, this kind of fatigue is because the blood is not really lost, it still remains in the body, but it is empty inside and full outside, and the distribution is somewhat uneven.

As long as you rest for a night, the blood and energy in the whole body can be rebalanced and restored to its original state.

If, at this time, I take Qi and Blood Pills, or directly suck the flesh and blood of monsters, what will be the effect?

Will it greatly enhance the qi and blood of the whole body?

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen felt itchy and wanted to find a place to experiment immediately.

……

Pang Junchen waved two hundred whips on his face.

With this intensity, even a late-stage foundation-building monk would be unable to bear it and beg for mercy.

Otherwise, if you continue, you will suffer a great loss of Qi and blood, damage your foundation, and may even lose hope of the Purple Mansion for the rest of your life.

However, the young man in front of him was smiling and his face was calm, as if these whips were not hitting him.
Chapter completed!
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