Zhang Fan finally couldn't help but asked, but Ji Tong was a person from three hundred years ago. Could it be that this old man has lived for three hundred years? Isn't this too scary?
"Know!" The old man raised his head and glanced at Zhang Fan, who looked shocked, and said with a smile: "He is an old friend of mine, but he has such a strong personality that he eventually embarked on this path!" At this point, the old man's expression changed.
There was a hint of regret: "But he is also a genius that is rare to see in a century!"
"Indeed!" Zhang Fan nodded seriously. Ji Tong created this set of skills with a useless martial spirit. He can be regarded as a genius.
"Since you have learned my old friend's technique, there should be a soul-refining method in it, right?" The old man looked at Zhang Fan and continued.
"Yes!" Zhang Fan nodded heavily.
"His soul refining method is very domineering and the most direct. It is also the most powerful soul refining method I have ever seen. Just practice that one!"
The old man turned his head and looked a little confused, and continued: "But it is precisely because of its domineering and directness that you will endure great pain!"
"I have been exposed to great pain!" Zhang Fan chuckled again, his expression full of indifference. Regardless of his previous life or this life, what kind of suffering has he not encountered? A small soul refiner, if
If he can't persist, then there is no need for him to continue to persist, let alone become a strong being.
The old man looked a little surprised. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Fan and said, "What hardships can a little guy like you go through?"
Zhang Fan didn't speak. He appeared a little silent. Then he said with a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth: "In short, it's beyond your imagination. Don't worry, now that I've decided, I won't regret it! When will we start?"
"Now!" A smile appeared on the old man's face.
Half a month later, a young man was holding a long sword. His entire body was underwater, with only the top of his neck exposed. He held the long sword in his right hand and watched the wooden stake suspended not far away in front of him being waved again and again.
The old man's request was to pierce the wooden stake open with strength alone without using any energy. This was absolutely extremely difficult, and the most important thing was that he was still bearing the impact of the waterfall at this time!
But according to the old man's intention, this is just the beginning, because he cannot jump to the stage of skin refining, meat refining, bone refining, marrow refining, and directly reach the soul refining stage, so the old man's current exercise is his willpower and physical resistance.
degree of pressure.
Because if Ji Tong's skills are really perfected, his left arm will not be easily broken in the duel with the Sky-Swallowing Python. Of course, this has a certain relationship with his own cultivation.
The old man watched from the side with a look of admiration on his face. For half a month, Zhang Fan had not let him down. He only stopped when he reached his physical limit every time.
The wooden stake is definitely a cover, because no one can break the wooden stake with strength alone.
Half an hour later, Zhang Fan's movements became slower and slower. Then he took a deep breath and continued to move forward. The limit was reached every time, but he never broke through to this limit. Half a month later, this was his
This is the maximum limit that my heart can endure. Today, this limit must be broken.
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Fan swung it down again. Is his arm sore? Does it hurt? Anyone will know after trying it, but he must forget this now, because only in this way can he break through this limit.
"What is heaven-defying?" At this time, Zhang Fan's mind once again came up with a question. If he can't even pass this level, how can he be heaven-defying? If he can't become a strong man, how can he help himself?
Father? If you don’t become a strong man, how can you protect your loved ones? If you don’t become a strong man, how can you find Wang Yao?
When he thought about this again, Zhang Fan's dark pupils flashed with a faint purple light, and his heart was unchanging. Even if he worked hard today, he would persevere.
The old man on the side was a little frightened. He could see that Zhang Fan should have reached a limit at this time, but why was Zhang Fan still persisting? His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was slightly shocked in his heart.
Zhang Fan's current movements can be said to have completed a cycle, from fast to slow at the beginning, and now it is obvious that it has changed from slow to fast again, and it is getting faster and faster.
Crazy, absolutely crazy! The old man's heart was trembling. He had been putting pressure on Zhang Fan, but now he was shocked to find that the pressure Zhang Fan put on him and the demands he placed on himself were even higher!
Shock, absolute shock, what has this young man experienced? The whole body of the old man felt horrified.
Zhang Fan did not feel the presence of the old man, because at this time he completely entered into a strange feeling. The sword in his hand seemed to disappear, but there was still a sword in his heart.
The pores in his whole body opened instantly. The second level of sword intention? There is no sword in the hand, but a sword in the heart? In the process of swinging, when he broke through this limit, he seemed to have thought about this level.
Having no sword in his hand means that no matter what he is using, as long as he has a sword in his heart, will he be able to use the sword? What about the branches he uses? What about the sticks he uses? What about other weapons?
In the process of his understanding, Zhang Fan's right hand waved faster, and the speed seemed to leave only a faint shadow.
The old man standing next to him was shocked again. He could feel that the young man in front of him definitely did not use any energy, but he exuded an unusually sharp aura and a strong chilling aura. Was it the concentration of the whole screen's thoughts?
Within the scope of his contact, the killing aura and fierce aura require the activation of force and the strength of weapons. But what about Zhang Fan at this time? He can do this with his body alone, and even he
There is a feeling that even if you give Zhang Fan a branch, he might be able to hurt someone...
Zhang Fan closed his eyes. At this time, he was enjoying that feeling. The limit? He seemed to have broken through in the process of understanding. His body seemed to have been sublimated, and his whole person felt extremely relaxed. But if he really stopped
When he came down, he understood that his body would lose strength in an instant due to breaking through the limit.
"There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart?" The corner of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up slightly. He understood. He instantly opened his eyes, raised his head and let out a roar. The extremely rich sword intent instantly appeared on his body. When the sword intent floated out,
It's like a whirlpool, spinning rapidly on the body surface, and the whole person is like a sword coming out of the dust.
"Broken!" A calm voice sounded, and the long sword in Zhang Fan's hand instantly made a long and excited sound. The invisible sword energy cut directly on the wooden stake under many obstacles. The speed was very fast, maybe
Zhang Fan's movements can no longer be seen. The second level of sword intention has no sword in the hand, but a sword in the heart. But this level can only be understood when breaking through a limit, because he also pays attention to the word "quick". This
At that moment, Zhang Fan's words from his master once again appeared in Zhang Fan's mind, only speed can never be broken!
"bump!"
As several deep sounds sounded, sleep suddenly splashed, but at that moment, the wooden piles floating in front of him were all broken.
"镪!" Due to inertia, at the moment of shattering, Zhang Fan directly put the sword into the sheath. Without any pause, the Zixia Kung Fu in his body flowed out, and his whole body levitated out of the water.
Under the momentum of the huge waterfall, Zhang Fan entered a state of cultivation and began to circulate in his body according to Ji Tong's techniques.
However, at this time, his divine body was rising and falling, because the waterfall impacted on his body, and under the strong pressure, the purple energy in his body became extremely rich.
The old man watched from the side, and then his eyes fell on the broken wooden piles again. There was some shock in his eyes. He could see that Zhang Fan seemed to understand something in an instant.
Taking a deep breath, the old man turned around and left, because he felt there was no need to urge him...
A month later, Zhang Fan was sitting cross-legged in the water, with his upper body naked and only a set of pants underneath. His whole body revealed the faint light of the car, which looked extremely strange. Under the impact of the powerful waterfall, the depressed man
Although the figure still has some ups and downs, the amplitude is very low, and the entire body appears unusually tall and straight.
An old man sat cross-legged on a stone not far away, with a smile and admiration on his face. After more than a month of training, Zhang Fan's body was indescribably hard, and his whole body gave people a very solid feeling.
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After an hour, Zhang Fan finally opened his eyes, with a faint purple light flowing in his eyes.
"Bump!" The whole person rose up, Zhang Fan's body landed firmly on the ground, and he rushed directly towards a tree in the distance that could only be hugged by two people. His right hand spread out at that moment, and then directly
Hit the tree trunk.
A cracking sound followed, and a punch hole appeared instantly.
With his strong body, Zhang Fan directly punched through the tree pole, turned over beautifully, and performed a roundhouse kick again, and the whole tree fell down with a creak.
Standing there until the tree completely fell, Zhang Fan turned around and looked at the old man. At that moment, he saw the old man's satisfied smile.
His body soared into the air and Zhang Fan landed in front of the old man and said: "Old Huang, I have now broken through to the level of marrow refining. The next step is to refine the soul!" During this period of time, Zhang Fan also learned about the old man's abilities.
Some basic information. The old man's name was Huang Hong, and he was an alchemist. How many levels he had, and what level of strength he had, the old man didn't tell him, and he didn't ask any questions.
"Yes, you have worked hard for so long, so take a good two days' rest!" The old man was also afraid that Zhang Fan had persisted for so long. If he suddenly relaxed at the last moment, all the previous efforts would be in vain.