Zheng Shiyi walked along the mountain road. When passing by the Martial Arts Pavilion, he saw many new disciples walking into the Martial Arts Pavilion under the guidance of his old disciples.

"I remember hearing from the old people in the family that disciples who entered the Xuanming Sect had the opportunity to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion to watch secret books. Since I passed by, why not go in and take a look..." Zheng Shiyi held his chin and thought secretly. Zheng Song would definitely cause trouble for himself and could not waste time. Choose the secret books first.

The person who guarded the Martial Arts Pavilion was a lazy old man who leaned against the door frame and squinted his eyes.

He disdained the people who entered the Martial Arts Pavilion. Only when the people who took the martial arts and walked out passed by him would he open his eyes slightly, take a look through the gaps in his eyes, and close his eyes again.

From the introduction of the new disciples of other families and the introduction of new disciples, Zheng Shiyi knew that new disciples only had the qualifications to choose skills on the first floor.

If you want to enter the second and third floors, it depends on your future performance.

Zheng Shiyi picked up a martial art, looked it through, and then put it down.

There are many palm techniques, boxing techniques, claw techniques, techniques, and leg techniques... for Zheng Shiyi to choose from.

Like the "Vajra Palm", "Stone Fist", "Purple Light Claw", "Caughter of Mountain Hand", and "Iron Whip Leg" among them, they are all very powerful, but Zheng Shiyi understands what he needs now.

With Zheng Song's personality, he would not let him go easily.

If he wants to take revenge, he can only save his life first! Therefore, he must practice the body technique that can save his life.

Walking on the bookshelf, he kept searching for such body movements.

After turning one bookshelves after another, Zheng Shiyi did not realize that he could save his life.

"Is this kind of body movement only available on the second floor?"

After almost searching all the bookshelf, he couldn't help but turn his gaze upstairs.

"Huh?" The moment he looked up, he suddenly saw a dusty martial art above the bookshelf.

He walked to the bookshelf and reached out to take off the exercises from it, bounced away the dust on it, and the three words "Eight Wilderness Steps" appeared in front of him.

"'Eight Wastes' step by one step!"

Zheng Shiyi was soon attracted by the annotation above.

"'Eight Wastes' is a unique body technique that meditates from the sect's cultivation madman Xue Lao, who combines the advantages and integration of various body techniques, combines the human body structure, and meditates. Practicing it to the extreme can kill any body technique in seconds. It is the best body technique to save lives and kill people."

Seeing the last line of small words, Zheng Shiyi's eyes lit up, "The best way to save life and kill people? Don't I need this way?"

Looking down, it is a description of the practice conditions of the "Eight Waste Steps".

It is clearly marked above that not everyone can practice the "Eight Wastes" and requires a super strong body and a large number of healing medicines to practice. Otherwise, practicing it will only waste time.

It is easy to be injured when practicing the Eight Wastes! It is an explosion of power that exceeds the limit of the body's ability to bear! Anyone who practices will definitely be injured! Without expensive healing medicine, it is necessary to cultivate one month of body injury, and it can be said that it cannot be refined at all.

Like its creator, Mr. Xue, now he cannot cultivate the "Eight Wastes" to a level that is consistent with his realm.

In this way, his body skills are obviously not as good as those who practice other body skills in the same realm.

"If you practice it well, it means a good body technique. If you don't practice it well, it means a garbage body technique. No wonder no one practices it."

Zheng Shiyi has a little understanding. After ordinary people understand these things, they will naturally choose to give up.

"Zheng Yang beat me up with scars, and I can recover in the shortest time! My soul species..." Zheng Shiyi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his breathing became rapid. "Although I don't have a lot of healing medicines, my new soul species is easier to use than healing medicines!"

After Zheng Shiyi put it away, he didn't look at other exercises, so he walked towards the door with big strides.

When passing by the lazy old man, the old man habitually opened his eyes and used the gap to sweep the skills in Zheng Shiyi's hand.

After taking a look, he closed his eyes habitually and murmured: "A new disciple can pick out any good skills. 'Eight Wastes' and..."

"'Eight Wilderness Steps'?" When he repeated this, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Shiyi.

Zheng Shiyi nodded at him with a smile.

Seeing that Zheng Shiyi was not as arrogant as a playboy, he reminded: "If you can't practice, please change it."

Zheng Shiyi bowed and thanked, "Thank you for your reminder. Whether I can practice or not, I want to try it."

The old man pointed to the bookshelf behind Zheng Shiyi and advised: "I think you are a new disciple and don't understand the rules, so I will give you a chance. After the martial arts in the Martial Arts Pavilion are lent out, they will not be allowed to change them within a month. Go and change one."

"No." Zheng Shiyi shook his head, thanked the old man, and stepped out of the martial arts pavilion.

The old man shook his head and sighed, looking at Zheng Shiyi's back who had not listened to his advice and said to himself, "This technique is very powerful. But you have to be able to practice it. No one in the sect has ever truly practiced this technique. Isn't it better to replace it with the cultivation medicine to improve your cultivation?"

After sighing, the old man narrowed his eyes again.

Zheng Shiyi, who left the Martial Arts Pavilion, learned from the old disciple that the new disciples are free before participating in the new disciple assessment.

As long as you do not do things that disrupt the order of the sect, the sect will not interfere with their lives.

The purpose of the sect doing this is very clear, that is, to give new disciples more time to practice so that they can pass the introductory assessment of new disciples.

With the help of their old disciples, other new disciples were taken to their residence and practiced with them.

When Zheng Shiyi came to a place where no one disturbed him, he practiced the "Eight Desolate Steps".

"Eight Desolation Steps" one step at eight desolations!

After practicing it, every time it is used, others will only see afterimages, or nothing can be seen.

Of course, using this body technique will consume a lot of consumption on all organs of the body! In other words, it cannot be consumed...but it will be consumed!

Only if you have a super strong body and enough treasure medicine in your hands can you shorten the time for refining. Otherwise, it will take at least one hundred days to take the first step.

It can be said that... Eight Wilderness Steps! To a certain extent, it was made of a large amount of healing medicine! It is rumored that even the relatives of the head cannot come up with so many resources!

According to the above practice method, Zheng Shiyi's legs spread slightly, and his energy sinks into his dantian. As the center of gravity falls, the spiritual energy in his body is like a huge rock rolling down from the top of a mountain, rushing towards his legs with crackling sounds.

"Lift your legs and sprint!"

The bulging legs, swollen by the spiritual energy, seemed to explode, and were uncontrollably drawn in the air, causing an arc to fall.

Zheng Shiyi felt the darkness in front of him and appeared dozens of meters away. When he opened his eyes, he had already collapsed on the ground.

His legs were trembling constantly, and his heart was beating as if it was about to fall out. The tumbling blood and blood kept rushing towards his head, as if he was about to break his head.

Headache, dizziness, weakness, palpitations, and body trembling!

His body seemed to be about to be drained, his face became paler and paler, and his legs were completely dyed red by blood!

The explosive power of Bahuang Steps... is too strong! Although Zheng Shiyi was prepared for a long time, he was still frightened by this first practice. He simply spread his arms and lay on the ground.

"Dongdong!"

The soul species beating rhythmically. As it beats, the spiritual liquids in the internal organs turn into spiritual energy and enter the cells along the cell wall.

Under the nourishment of spiritual energy, the viscera of the cracked internal organs were gradually repaired. In less than a moment, the cracked scar healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When they were completely repaired, Zheng Shiyi's body recovered before taking that step.

He stood up and recalled the heavy reactions of his body when he fell to the ground, he couldn't help laughing: "As I thought, my body's recovery level is enough to support me in practicing the 'Eight Wastes'!"

He practiced the "Eight Desolate Steps" in the previous way.

After rushing out, his internal organs ruptured, he fell to the ground, his martial soul pounded, his body was repaired, and then he sprinted again and was injured again...

I have practiced this way for many times.

On the fifth day, when Zheng Shiyi rushed out again, he no longer collapsed on the ground like before, but stood steadily more than ten meters away.

His face was extremely pale and his heart was beating extremely violently, but he lost the previous exhaustion, pain, and weakness.

After a breath, his pale face became rosy due to the beating of his soul, and his heartbeat returned to normal.

Feeling the changes in his body, he knew that his first step of the "Eight Wastes" was... practiced!

"Do it again!" Zheng Shiyi took another step with this joy.

"brush!"

Afterimages passed by, his face and his heart appeared more than ten meters away without blushing!

"In just five days, I took the first step, and the 'Eight Wastes' was indeed prepared for me!"

"Fortunately, this new martial soul soul species has the ability to recover, otherwise... with the little resources in my hand, I will not be able to make the first step in ten years, right?"

Looking at the fallen leaves behind him who were still flying, he smiled and took a deep breath. If he could completely practice the Eight Waste Steps and rotate around Zheng Tianyu at high speed in the future, he would definitely appear at his weak point and defeat him!

"Next, let's practice the second step!"

Without a stop, Zheng Shiyi once again started the second step of practice according to the records in the exercises.

"Brush!"

"Bang!"

Afterimages kept sliding through the air, and then Zheng Shiyi fell heavily to the ground again and again.

After such repeated practice, the blood spurted out of his injury turned the entire open space into blood red.

"We must continue to practice!" Zheng Shiyi got up from the ground. His current cultivation level was far below Zheng Song. If he did not improve his body skills in the shortest time, Zheng Song would probably be punished by him when he came to cause trouble!

Practice! Practice! Practice!

If you are hungry, you will eat a few bites of steamed buns and continue to practice after eating. Anyway, the beating of the soul seed can help his body be repaired in the shortest time.

Therefore, Zheng Shiyi can do so without stopping practice except for having a meal within a day.

After another seven days, Zheng Shiyi successfully took the second step!

Compared with before, when Zheng Shiyi took the second step, his movement speed had reached a point where he could not even see the afterimage.
To be continued...