Princess Jing in the distance happened to be the end of the training with two Honus. While wiping the fragrant sweat, she stopped and threw a jar of medicinal wine in front of the two Honus who were injured with muscles. The two Honus were beaten to the point of bruised face and quickly wiped them on their bodies.

Princess Jing looked at Fang Dang. She had seen the scene of Fang Dang fighting with Du Jia, but in her eyes, Fang Dang was just a little more flexible and had no ability. If it weren't for the venom, it would be impossible to defeat Du Jia's war god. Now Fang Dang's body has no black blood vessels, which is equivalent to a poisonous snake with poisonous fangs removed, which cannot cause much storm.

To be honest, although Fang Dang killed Dujia's God of War at that time, Fang Dang was far from qualified to be a guard for her.

The pigeon showed a grim smile on his face and held his fist at Fang Dang.

Fang Dang blinked and learned to clasp his fists. As a result, before his hands were hugged together, the pigeon rushed up with a despicable step, and his five fingers were like claws and grabbed Fang Dang's shoulders.

Fang Dang's muscles tightened violently by the sudden movements of the other party, but then he relaxed.

Fang Dang frowned slightly, and a curious expression appeared in his eyes. He originally thought that this pigeon should be very powerful, but why is it so slow?

And although that hand looks quite strong, it gives Fang Dang a feeling of softness and lack of strength?

Then Fang Dang discovered that not only the pigeon's hand had slowed down, but everything around him had slowed down. The wind blew the branches slightly, and the dust on the ground was trampled like fog.

The crows croaking in the distance that I couldn't hear were now clearly visible.

Only the strange poisonous inner pill in his mouth was rotating rapidly, and it kept outputting something into Zheng Xian's body.

Fang Dang was inspired by the other party's eagle claws and entered another state. This state was called Fang Dang and felt novel and interesting, mysterious and mysterious.

And Fang Dang felt that his whole body was full of strength, so Fang Dang firmly believed that he could tear the pigeon's arms apart with bare hands.

This made Fang Dang's fingers itchy, and he had the urge to give it a try right away.

Fang Dang quietly watched the hands slowly stretch towards him, and the high-speed trembling inner pill was gently shaking in his mouth, so that his tongue was buzzing and trembling. Fang Dang thought in his heart whether he should tear off the hand, then pulled the pigeon's head down and kicked it onto the roof. But after thinking about it, Fang Dang gave up this idea.

Fang Dang retreated quickly, but his eagle-like hand made three or four changes in succession, which was dazzling and unpredictable. Finally, the eagle-claw grabbed Fang Dang's shoulders, and Fang Dang groaned, his eyes full of confusion.

Fang Dang was actually ready. If the pigeon used too much force, he would tear the pigeon's arms and even crush the pigeon's neck. Fang Dang came out of the black and cruel and primitive world like hell, and would never wait to die. He could let it go, but if the other party tried to do so, he would definitely not forgive him.

However, the pigeon was very cautious when he grabbed Fang Dang's shoulder and his fingers did not spit out. He laughed and stopped and clicked until he stopped.

And now the pigeon's face suddenly collapsed, and it looked completely gone without the ruthless temperament that was like an eagle owl. On the contrary, one face was full of folds. The pigeon was too thin and his face was full of smiles.

He obviously pretended to be like an eagle just now.

The pigeon turned his head and smiled, "Boss Zheng, this kid is a young man with a bare butt."

The pigeon was heartless and could laugh, but the few guards around him didn't look very good, especially Zheng Shou.

People who practice martial arts are all straightforward. If Fang Dang is very powerful, Zheng Shou would not say anything. Although he could see that Fang Dang reacted well and could avoid the pigeon's claws one after another, Zheng Shou's eyes were so old. As soon as he looked at Fang Dang's body and footwork, he knew that Fang Dang was definitely a young man who had not even touched the edge of the flesh and blood realm.

What's wrong with Princess Jing stuffing such a stupid young man into his guard team? Isn't this because of Wang Huo?

Zheng Shou looked at Princess Jing, and there was a question in her eyes. Princess Jing frowned slightly, obviously also felt that Fang Dang was a little bad. After shaking her head slightly, Princess Jing pulled two Honus and started practicing again.

Zheng Shou sighed slightly, then looked at Fang Dang, two huge walnuts turned in one hand, and pinched Fang Dang's body with the other hand. His muscles were soft and his inner bones were hard enough, but the hard bones were easy to break, which was not a good thing.

Zheng Shou shook his head slightly, and then said, "The foundation is so bad, the meat is so tender. Did you sell steamed buns before?" Several guards around couldn't help but laugh.

"It doesn't matter if you have a poor foundation, you can endure hardships. If you can't even endure hardships, it's better to get out of here. I'm silly, you can practice this kid."

A strong man with a big and thick figure and black skin dressed in a carapace-like body walked out.

Hanniu said in a muffled voice: "Do you know how my skin turns into this?"

Fang Dang looked at the silly bull's rough old skin, which looked like skin, and was so ugly that it was unremarkable. Fang Dang originally thought it was born.

At this time, the pigeon came over, looked at the confusion in Fang Dang's eyes, shook his head and sighed: "This is really a young man who doesn't understand anything. Hanniu has a bad temper. He can't understand it in three words and starts beating people. I guess he can't explain it clearly to you. I'll tell you."

"Do you understand the realm of flesh and blood?"

Fang Dang shook his head in confusion. He really didn't understand. Although he had been in Fire Poison City for some time, he had never been exposed to these things.

The pigeon obviously has a good heart for being a teacher, so he immediately shook his head and said, "The realm of flesh and blood is the basis of immortal cultivation. It is divided into four layers: forging meat, quenching blood, casting bones, and strengthening tendons. Each layer is divided into three sections. Take forging meat as an example. The first section is called the growth of cocoons."

As he said that, the pigeon shook his hands and fingers in front of Fang Dang's eyes, "The second section is called "Bitpie." The pigeon pointed at the silly bull next to him and was covered in old skin.

"The third section is called peeling off, which means taking off the old skin of Hanniu like taking off his clothes." As he said that, the dove pointed to a guard with a medium figure. The guard's face was like a map, with old skin covering some areas, but some parts showed pink and baby-like skin.

"This is the three sections of forging meat, and then it is blood quenching. The first section is called refining the heart. Listen... this is called heart-like drumming."

Fang Dang listened along the direction of the pigeon's finger and heard Zheng Shou's heart beating like a drumbeat.

"The second section is called removing scum..."

Before the pigeon could finish speaking, Hanniu was impatient. With one stroke, he pulled the pigeon's thin body aside, "This guy will never be able to reach the level of blood quenching in his life. Why do you say so much to him? Come on, boy, I Hanniu will help you develop cocoons today!"

As he said that, Hanniu pressed one hand on Fang Dang's shoulder and grabbed Fang Dang and threw it directly. Hanniu was extremely powerful. Fang Dang did not feel malice, so he did not resist and flew up directly with the force of throwing.

Then he found that his place was the three-meter-high large jar in the middle of the martial arts training ground. He could not see the jar on the ground, but now he was condescending. He saw it clearly. The jar was covered with dark sand and stones.

Fang Dang did not enter the state where everything around him was slowing down this time. He only felt a wind blowing in his ears, and then he fell directly into the jar.

Fang Dang originally thought that the jar was just sand and stone, but he was thinking of putting his feet on the ground and standing on it, but he never expected that the jar was not sand, but a kind of thorn-like thorn-like thorn-like thorns. This thorn is very light and looks quite strong from a distance. When Fang Dang lands on it, it is as if it falls into water and sinks to the bottom.

A severe pain came in an instant. This kind of terrestrial thorns is only the size of a soybean. The edges and corners on it are sharp like needles. When it falls into it, Fang Dang almost dares to move. As long as he moves a little, the edges and corners of the terrestrial thorns around him rub against the skin. The pain is indescribable, it is like brushing with an iron brush.

Fang Dang took a deep breath and pressed down the pain on his skin and flesh. He was about to drill out of this big jar, and Hanniu's straight shout came from his ears: "If you want to practice a cocoon, you have to endure hardships and practice boxing in this jar every day in the future."

Fang Dangzheng was puzzled and suddenly felt that the thorns were stirred up, like a river and sea, and some living creature jumped into this big tank, and all the thorns were squeezed into him.

Fang Dang felt heartbroken immediately, and then a scream came to his ear.

"Oh, my mother, it hurts me so much... I want to make a lot of money, I want to buy a house and a land, I want to marry a wife..."

Fang Dang heard that this was the pigeon's scream, and he was still making a wish while screaming...

The pigeon screamed, and while shouting, he explained to Fang Dang: "This grinding terrestrial terrestrial is a good thing. Most people don't use this thing to practice skin and flesh. They use coarse sand and salt to grind themselves. There is no one who can't grow a calluse for three to five years. Cherish this grinding terrestrial terrestrial terrestrial terrestrial terrestrial terrestrial terrestrial terrestrial terrestrial terrestrial till they are. This thing is worth a lot of money. Oh my god, it hurts me so much..."

Fang Dang understood at this time that this was the method of cultivation.

Fang Dang thought for a while and asked, "You said to cultivate immortals? Can you cultivate immortals in this way?" Fang Dang was full of yearning for the power of immortals.

The pigeon kept stirring the caltrops around him, screaming and said, "Ahhhh, all of them are just laying the foundation for cultivating immortals, but don't dream of cultivating immortals. If you want to become a cultivator, you must at least break through the strong tendons. Don't talk about you, I am so handsome and so talented, and I will never expect in my life. Ahhhhhhhh... I want to make a lot of money, I want to buy a house, I want to marry a wife..." It probably hurts too much. The pigeon must cheer himself up with his wish, otherwise he will not be able to hold on.

Fang Dang heard this and knew that this was indeed a path to cultivating immortality. His heart suddenly became hot, and then asked: "How can we break through the strong tendons?"

A head suddenly appeared in front of Fang Dang's eyes, which was the pigeon's face, but the face was now full of red dots pierced out, and the pain was twisted like a ghost, and it sprayed with thorns and shouted: "Strength tendons? Stop dreaming! If you grind the skin and calluses, you will be able to shake it around now. If you have the endurance to stay here for an hour, Boss Zheng is probably willing to pass on your boxing skills, and then you will be able to punch here."

Fang Dang nodded heavily, then swayed in the large tank, causing severe pain.

Fang Dang moved, and the amplitude was quite large, and the thorns rushed towards the pigeon. The pigeon immediately called his mother again.

The pigeon then rang out with evil thoughts, and all the thorns rushed towards Fang Dang again. This time, even Fang Dang was so painful that Fang Dang would not suffer any loss. He immediately pushed hard, and the sound of the pigeon calling her mother was roaring. Two big men were shouting in the tank, screaming constantly, and passion was everywhere.

"Ahhhh, it hurts so much..."

"Ahhhhh, my mother, I want to make a lot of money, I want to buy a house, I want to get a wife..."
Chapter completed!