As night falls, the bonfire burns brightly.

One hundred large iron pots were lined up in the open space, with flames burning below and black liquid boiling in the iron pots above. The fishy and bitter smell could be smelled from a long distance away.

Chen Zhihua became a dog in a hurry, or in other words, all the casual cultivators who could help became a dog in a hurry, in order to train those 5,000 young mortals into the most ordinary cultivator within fifteen days.

Body cultivators, they are really worried and their brains are broken.

In the morning, everyone gathered together and came up with hundreds of body-training techniques. They were all crudely made by various sects over the years in order to cultivate body-training monks who could work as cattle and horses for the market.

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Thanks to Chen Zhihua being a disciple of the Qianyuan Sect, with extraordinary knowledge and profound foundation in Taoism, he just created a discipline called [Nine Yin and Nine Yang] based on these hundreds of body training techniques within an hour.

Dafa's body-building exercises.

The reason for this is entirely because as a golden elixir monk, Chen Zhihua can look inside his own meridians, acupoints, flesh and bones, and he can see all the treasures of the human body at a glance.

Mortals don't understand their own bodies, but low-level casual cultivators know a thing or two. How can they compare to such serious disciples from super sects?

Just simulate these physical exercises and you will know the pros and cons.

His "Nine Yin and Nine Yang Method" is based on the characteristics of the human body. He uses elixirs taken orally to open the mind, uses acupuncture to calm the qi to unblock the meridians, and uses decoctions to temper the muscles and bones to exercise.

It doesn't take fifteen days, one day and one night, to create a body-refining cultivator who has opened up the two meridians of Ren and Du, can have luck for thirty-six weeks, has strong blood and energy, and has achieved a small degree of physical training.

Well, the weakest kind.

Really, there is no difficulty at all. Under the hands of immortal cultivators who possess the method of inner vision, making body-refining cultivators is just a joke.

That is to say, there is not enough time, mainly because of the lack of materials. Otherwise, Chen Zhihua can continue to optimize the [Nine Yin and Nine Yang Dafa] to a higher level, which can extend the life of practitioners by at least a hundred years.

But it makes no sense.

Now with the door panel senior, sorry, there is no other meaning, but this senior does not say who he is, and has no other characteristics, just a flying sword that looks like a door panel, so I have to call him that.

Well, Chen Zhihua has now roughly guessed the intention of the door panel senior.

Even God helps those who help themselves. These mortals who are as weak as chickens cannot protect them for a lifetime. In fact, he only stayed in the refugee camp for one night and his days have already been like years. I think Senior Menpan and I are heroes who have the same view.

Also intolerable.

So training mortal warriors, giving them the ability to protect themselves, and then letting them go, isn't this the best of both worlds?

"Are you ready?"

Chen Zhihua asked in a deep voice, he was very busy this day. He was refining elixirs, compiling exercises, commanding the preparation of herbs, and maintaining his appearance. Is it easy for me?

"Senior, everything is ready." Shen Hu, the self-proclaimed Sword King of the North, spoke carefully. Before Chen Zhihua came, he used his magic sword to beat all the casual cultivators in the refugee camp. But now, there is no need to compete.

, he directly transformed into Chen Zhihua’s follower.

"Without further ado, let's get started."

Chen Zhihua waved his hand, and a group of hundreds of young refugees came up tremblingly. Each of them first took a low-level elixir for resuscitation, and then came to Chen Zhihua. Without looking, he casually dropped eighteen golden needles, and in the blink of an eye,

time, it’s the next one’s turn.

Qing Zhuang, the refugee who had taken the elixir and was pricked with golden needles, was picked up by a few strong casual cultivators like a chicken and thrown into the boiling liquid.

Accompanied by screams like those of a slaughtered pig, they were picked up and thrown aside after thirty breaths. After thirty-six days of luck, someone helped them become a mortal warrior so quickly.

The kind that can beat a hundred mortals.

At this speed, all five thousand refugees were taken care of before midnight. Chen Zhihua showed a comfortable smile. He was too tired, no, it was because he was tired. He was an outer disciple of the Qianyuan Sect, and one day

It's hard to describe how he would be reduced to such a situation.

"Apply, I will teach these mortal warriors the marksmanship in battle tomorrow. With their physiques, it will take three days. With the formation, as long as they restrain the fear in their hearts, they should be able to annihilate hundreds of monsters..."

Chen Zhihua's voice suddenly stopped because Senior Menpan came back with his Doorpan floating boat, which was densely packed with refugees.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next moment, the cold voice of the senior door panel sounded.

"Chen Zhihua, Shen Hu, Bei Yan, you will select five thousand young refugees and make them into mortal warriors. Three days later, the whole army will set off. The target is the demon clan in Youzhou!"

No way, no way!

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated! I am an outer disciple of the Qianyuan Sect, and I am a Jindan monk...

"boom!"

A seriously injured immortal cultivator was thrown down, and it turned out to be a Nascent Soul. He seemed to be the head of a small sect in Youzhou, followed by his disciples?

"These people are yours to control."

"The younger generation will obey the decree of the elders and will not dare to disappoint the elders. In three days, we will definitely gather 10,000 mortal warriors."

Chen Zhihua accepted the order loudly, his posture, demeanor, and responsibility were all of a grand style.

I glanced at the senior door panel, who was sitting on the high tower rubbing an iron spear with his hands again. Once he rubbed it, one spear came out, and the low-grade black iron was like tofu. What kind of cultivation is this?

It was simply unfathomable. Chen Zhihua guessed in his mind that even his natal flying sword could not reach this level.

However, the more this happened, the more he couldn't see through it.

Now in Youzhou, all the old monsters who have transformed into gods have disappeared. This one, you might say, is an old monster who has transformed into gods, but he is mysterious and low-key. He can obviously solve the problem with the simplest method, but he has to be so awkward.

It's not like he is in the game world. At least Chen Zhihua can see the pitiful melancholy and loneliness.

Anyway, it's so weird.

It's just like a door panel boss.

Cursing in his heart, Chen Zhihua hurriedly put away his distracting thoughts. The end of the Dharma was coming, and even a famous Jindan Dharma cultivator like him could not keep his peace of mind. The future was really uncertain.

He could not imagine that without the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he would no longer be able to practice, and he would not be able to find a sect. In this vast world, where would he have a foothold?

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Especially without the transcendent identity of a cultivator, what should he do?

Should I become a body-refining monk? Or should I become a mortal warrior?

Chen Zhihua shook his head. The knowledge of the super sect made him very clear that the path that body refining monks are taking now is also a dead end. When the monster beasts degenerate and the spiritual grass degenerates, what will they do to maintain their strong physique and strength?

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That will backfire on itself.

On the contrary, mortal warriors, such as those who practice the [Nine Yin and Nine Yang Laws] created by him, will maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness for a long time.

"Stimulate the potential within the human body and replace half of the external power. The remaining half will be borrowed from external power. No matter how degraded the spiritual grass is, it will still have some medicinal properties. As long as it is properly matched and supplemented with appropriate methods.

, mobilizing the potential of the human body's treasure raft, the effect should be very good."

An idea suddenly flashed through Chen Zhihua's mind. This is a feasible method.

Although he is destined to miss the path of cultivating immortality and immortality, it is enough to make up for the shortcomings of body-refining monks, and at the same time, he has strong combat effectiveness.

For a time, Chen Zhihua ignored all these and began to lead people to select young refugees. The method he came up with was different from the previous method that he came up with in just an hour. More people were needed to test and adjust it.

, to optimize.

Because the human body is a treasure raft with endless mysteries and people are different, we must find the most suitable path.

This road can only be opened by many mortal warriors.

This is his advantage. I believe that even his teachers may not be able to compare with him.

He can even use this kind of technique to rebuild a new sect in the Age of Ending Law. In this way, he can win over many strong mortals and unite together to prevent them from being crushed by the general trend.

"I want to recruit a disciple!"

At this moment, Chen Zhihua figured it out and understood that although the Qianyuan Sect's rules limited him, he was not qualified to establish another orthodoxy, but now that the sect no longer wanted him, why should he care about it?

At that moment, Chen Zhihua rushed directly to the five thousand mortal warriors and selected hundreds of mortal warriors who were very suitable for his new technique.

"I, Chen Zhihua, am an outer disciple of the Qianyuan Sect. Today is approaching the end of the Dharma. I am willing to open a mountain to recruit disciples. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"

After saying these words, those mortal warriors who were still shouting, still cowering, and still unable to get used to their own strength all knelt down and kowtowed.

This is the most enviable thing for mortals in the age of cultivating immortals. Being able to join a major immortal sect and cultivate immortality from then on. The most important thing is that you will not be hungry, will not be bullied, and can protect your family.

So, at this point, they are definitely not slow.

Even at this moment, even many casual cultivators are envious.

Chen Zhihua smiled slightly, touched the three strands of goatee on his chin, and suddenly felt that the future was bright.

He found a path that was not suitable for cultivators of immortality, but was pioneered by cultivators of immortality.

Then let’s call it the Warrior’s Path.

In the distance, Jiang Mu, who was rubbing an iron spear on a high tower, also laughed silently.

good!

This is the advantage of not retreating but advancing when faced with the calamity fire. Either you will be burned to ashes by the calamity fire, or you can break through the calamity fire and be forged into steel.

Disciples of the big sect like Chen Zhihua are lavish in doing things and don't know how to save spiritual energy and mana. When the spiritual energy is cut off, they will be the most unlucky. But now, he has obviously found a path of his own.

Sects that have established a body refining system and recruited disciples can fight alone in Youzhou, and it is not impossible to join the world and compete for dragons in the future.

"Let's take a look again."
Chapter completed!