Yang Ningfeng, who was already too tired to look like a human being and was exhausted to the limit. He was covered in injuries and could not climb into the water tank. He was now complaining more and more about the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit for making the water tank too high.
Entering the water tank, no, it should be said that he fell into the water tank. Yang Ningfeng didn't have the strength to stand up, and his head was suddenly flooded with the medicine.
"Ahem...!"
The liquid was poured in through the mouth and nose, which was unspeakable pain, but it made Yang Ningfeng feel refreshed. He didn't know where the strength came from. He raised his hands and stretched out to grab the water tank. This was how his head was lifted.
Raise it up to get some air, open your mouth, and squirt out a mouthful of medicine.
"Haha, I thought you were not killed by the monster, but would be drowned instead!"
Seeing Yang Ningfeng's embarrassment, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, who was lying leisurely on the rocking chair, laughed unsympathetically.
Yang Ningfeng rolled his eyes speechlessly. This old guy was really unsympathetic. He wanted to curse, but he really didn't have the energy to curse now. He needed to save his energy to stabilize his body.
He took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and soon entered a shallow cultivation state. Streams of green white smoke began to seep out from the top of his head, and then curled up.
"This kid is entering a state of cultivation faster and faster! Although he cannot enter a state of deep selflessness all at once, it is already very precious and rare..."
A flash of admiration flashed in the eyes of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, and then he closed his eyes and slowly rocked the rocking chair, enjoying his comfortable life.
I don’t know what the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit has added to the medicine now. Although Yang Ningfeng has entered the cultivation state, he can still clearly feel the pain in his body. Now every time he soaks in the medicine, he feels that the energy seeping into the body is like
It was as if lava had been poured into it. When he circulated his vital energy according to his mental method, the energy flowing in his meridians could make his meridians feel an unbearable burning pain.
His hands firmly grasped the top of the tank, supporting his body tightly, clenching his teeth, resisting and enduring the severe pain emanating from his body.
It is undeniable that he has to endure such pain every time he soaks in the medicine, but the benefits he gets every time are bigger and bigger each time. As long as he can survive it, he will immediately feel the comfort of a substantial improvement in his cultivation.
Finally, half an hour later, the pain disappeared, the vitality energy seeping into his body began to become warm and cool, and a slight numbness began to occur in his bones again, but it made him feel extremely comfortable.
Sixteen days, just sixteen days, he kept fighting monsters, and then kept coming back to soak up the medicine prepared by the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit for him. His strength has now reached the level of a ninth-level scholar.
After fighting to the death with six eighth-level demon beasts just now, and finally successfully killing all six demon beasts, he suddenly felt that something was about to be born from the bone marrow in his body. Finally, the sea of qi shook, and he finally
He has taken the final step at the peak of the eighth-dan scholar's strength and entered the realm of the ninth-dan scholar's strength.
Now, he is already working hard to break through his teacher's strength.
Every time he endured pain, he wanted to scold the eighteenth generation of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit ancestors, but after every soak, he felt that the suffering was absolutely worth it.
He knew deeply that in the past, no matter how good his talent was, he would not be able to improve his strength from the sixth-dan scholar to the ninth-dan scholar in more than ten days.
Now, with the abundant and domineering Tyrannical Fist, when he punches to kill monsters, the power is a bit scary to himself. Now, he can directly destroy an eighth-level monster with one punch. Such power
, is absolutely an astonishing and terrifying existence. If he fights with these two people again now, he does not need to use Yunlong Jinghonglong, even a head-on blow, he can also punch this former opponent to the ground.
If he wanted to, it would be easy to kill him directly.
Of course, he was able to achieve such results because he had to put in countless times more hardship and blood and sweat than others. Although he was used to it, the constant fighting and killing of monsters, coupled with the feeling of being beaten when soaking in the medicinal solution,
The pain of magma burning in his body, he had put in too much effort and suffered too much pain!
The pain disappeared, his physical strength was greatly restored, and all the injuries on his body were healed. Only then did Yang Ningfeng completely enter a state of selfless cultivation, and began to enter a deep level of cultivation...
Soon, when all the medicinal liquid in the water tank turned into clear water, the energy of the crystal stone was also exhausted. Yang Ningfeng came out of the blood tiger space, and he was still lying on the boulder.
Lying down and looking at the sky, the sun was shining brightly, but Yang Ningfeng had no intention of resting. He closed his eyes. He was not really sleeping, but his hands flat on his lower abdomen formed a strange handprint.
Secretly reciting the mental method of the five qi returning to the origin, the vitality in the body began to circulate, and he entered the state of cultivation again.
The Five Qi Guiyuan Dao can be practiced at any time, whether sitting, standing or sleeping. This alone proves the miraculous and profound nature of this practice.
In the past ten days, apart from eating, he has been practicing non-stop almost all the time. It is his hard work, hard work, hard work and perseverance that allowed his strength to develop so rapidly.
But to outsiders, he seems to be lazy and sleeping every day. He seems unmotivated, lazy and casual, without any sense of crisis.
"What's going on? Why does this kid sleep every day? Isn't he worried that he won't win the championship and lose his life?"
"Hmph, maybe he is relying on his status as the eldest grandson of his direct line. He thinks that he will be fine in the Seven Bells Tournament a few days ago. Even if he doesn't win the championship, he will still be fine. It's really a piece of mud that can't be supported. He is so unwilling to make progress.
Man, if you really become our clan leader in the future, the Yang family will never have a chance to rise again!"
"A waste is a waste. Even if he can defeat Yang Lei, he is still a waste. He will never be able to compare with Master Xuanhong, the future patriarch of the Yang family. Only people with talent and hard work like Master Xuanhong are qualified to inherit."
"Never mind him! These things are not ours to worry about. We can't stop him from dying. You should go back immediately and report today's situation to Master Xuanhong. I will continue to stay and observe."
"Okay. It doesn't matter whether he reports or not. This kid sleeps in every day and has nothing to report. He probably knows that there is no hope of winning the championship, so he sleeps and waits for death..."
Halfway up a mountain on the opposite side, two young men in gray clothes sent by Yang Xuanhong to pay close attention to everything on Siguo Cliff stared at Siguo Cliff, looking at the faintly visible figure lying on Siguo Cliff.
They were all disdainful. After whispering a few words, one of them stepped back a few steps, then turned around and left quickly.
"It's really strange. He was only a fifth-level scholar before, but suddenly he changed a lot. He was able to defeat Yang Lei in public a few days ago. Logically speaking, he should have made rapid progress in strength through hard training, but since these ten days
Let's see, why does he sleep in every day and not worry about the fact that he needs to win the championship to save his life? Does he think that his current strength has reached the point where he can win the championship? It is really puzzling. It seems that only people like Master Xuanhong can win the championship.
It is possible for such a smart person to understand what this kid is playing now!"
The person who stayed behind sat down, looking at Si Guo Cliff through the gaps in the dense bushes, with doubts in his eyes and muttering in his mouth.
How did he know that Yang Ningfeng, who was sleeping, was also practicing hard!!
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"Is he still sleeping?"
In the room, Yang Xuanhong was sitting cross-legged, with sweat dripping down his forehead. Listening to his men's report today, he still had the same frown as those days before.
"Yes, he has been sleeping, except for eating and drinking." said the young man in gray clothes standing respectfully in front of Yang Xuanhong.
"There are really no other special circumstances? Or did Yang Wenxiong give him something special when he gave him food?" The more Yang Xuanhong thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Yang Ningfeng was definitely not the kind of person who didn't care about life and death.
"No." The young man in gray thought seriously and then shook his head.
"Okay, I understand! Keep an eye on me. If there are no special circumstances in the future, you don't have to report it!" Yang Xuanhong was silent for a while, then waved his hand and said.
"Okay." The young man in gray bowed and left.
The door closed slowly.
When the door closed, Yang Xuanhong frowned, stood up, and started walking back and forth in the room, his face became more and more solemn, his frown became more and more tight, and the doubt in his eyes became more and more intense.
, he couldn't figure out what Yang Ningfeng was doing even if he wanted to, but he was very sure that Yang Ningfeng would never really think that he was the eldest grandson of his direct line, and even if he couldn't win the crown, the clan would not do anything to him.
"What is he doing? What is he doing?"
Hearing the news that Yang Ningfeng was sleeping every day, Yang Xuanhong didn't know why. While he couldn't figure out what Yang Ningfeng was playing, he felt more and more pressure, making his mood more and more unable to calm down.
, it is precisely because of this that the progress that he originally thought he would be able to break through to the master level in five or six days has now stopped. He is obviously just a little short of being able to break through, but he starts to feel upset at every critical moment.
, wake up from the state of cultivation.
"Yang Ningfeng, what on earth are you doing?"
Yang Xuanhong roared angrily in his heart. He knew deeply that if he couldn't figure out what Yang Ningfeng was doing, he might go crazy or even go crazy. If this continued, he might never be able to break through to the master level in his life. He really wanted to calm down.
No matter what Yang Ningfeng does, he just can't calm down!
"Let him come up with all kinds of tricks, let him have countless schemes, but I will remain unmoved, my heart will be as solid as a rock..."
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded outside the door, and then the door was pushed open. Yang Wentang walked in with a white porcelain bottle in his hand. He looked at Yang Xuanhong with a look of disappointment in his eyes: "You are upset!