After a while, the aroma of meat overflowed, making Yang Tianlei swallow hard. But when this guy started eating, he felt hard to swallow.
"Damn it, I wish I had brought some condiments here!" Yang Tianlei said depressedly. Although it tasted terrible, he couldn't stand the hunger in his stomach, so he had to bite the bullet and stuff it into his mouth. It was enough to eat the Warcraft.
After eating both thighs, I finally felt much better.
After counting today's harvest, Yang Tianlei still hunted seven level four monsters and twenty-three level five monsters, even though he only had half a day and spent most of the time on the road.
Anyone who knows this kind of achievement will be shocked and their jaws will drop to the ground. Even Lei Heng and Zhang Zihan, the sixth-level peak stars, can only sigh at themselves.
It is also easy for them to kill the fifth-level monsters. After all, with the strength of their sixth-level peak star users, as long as they exude their aura, they can get twice the result with half the effort. But if they want to kill several in a row,
It's not that easy. After all, their physical strength and star power are the biggest limitations. Compared with Yang Tianlei, a tireless pervert like a robot, there is no comparison at all.
"The total score is 31621 points. It shouldn't be a problem to enter the Sky Sword Sect. Go straight to the deepest part of the second area tomorrow!" After Yang Tianlei thought about his plan for tomorrow, he began to practice the breathing technique taught by the beautiful woman Ling Xi, and tempered it.
Refining the organs!
At the same time, there is a faint expectation in my heart. I wonder if that beautiful woman will appear again while I am practicing?
After running for thirty-six consecutive weeks, Yang Tianlei once again successfully injected a trace of star power into his internal organs.
Yang Tianlei did not feel any discomfort.
According to Ling Xi, the internal organs are the most fragile parts of the human body. To absorb the power of the stars through breathing and temper them, the first thing to do is to use the guidance of the mind to transform the power of the stars into the most slender existence.
Temper it little by little.
Otherwise, if you are not careful, you may destroy your internal organs. Therefore, when you feel discomfort, you should stop tempering immediately and warm it up for a period of time before starting again.
When ordinary star practitioners practice, it takes several months just to turn the power of stars into threads, but perverted guy Yang Tianlei doesn't seem to have any difficulty. He did it easily last night during practice.
Even Ling Xi, who taught Yang Tianlei the Kung Fu, had not thought of this. When she thought about it, it would take at least a few months for Yang Tianlei to achieve this. However, there is nothing to say here. The most important thing is that this girl taught the Kung Fu.
When I was practicing law, I forgot that Yang Tianlei was the body of Xuantian.
Ordinary people do need to carefully turn the power of the stars into threads to temper their internal organs. But Yang Tianlei, who has a Xuantian body, does not need to do this at all. How can the endurance of his internal organs be comparable to that of ordinary people?
Since he didn't feel any discomfort, Yang Tianlei didn't want to waste time, so he started tempering again.
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On the fourth day of the trial, beside the huge ravine, Yang Lao and Xiao He sat cross-legged and faced each other.
Yang Lao's face was filled with a trace of amusement, and he looked very relaxed. But Xiao He stared at the chessboard between the two of them with a solemn expression. After thinking for a long time, he finally said depressedly: "I lost."
"It's really a fluke to accept the offer, haha..." Mr. Yang said proudly.
"Tell me, which one do you want to recommend?" Xiao He said depressedly. Although he only lost half an eye, which made Xiao He feel depressed, but as an innate third-level master, he was willing to admit defeat, so he still had to bear the responsibility.
Chess is Xiao He's favorite thing besides practicing.
The two old guys who are waiting here for the return of the trial disciples cannot enter the cultivation state because they have to be always prepared to deal with emergencies. At their level, once they start practicing, it will not be as simple as a few hours.
Half a month is normal.
So, out of boredom, upon Xiao He's suggestion, Yang Lao, who also likes playing chess, agreed immediately. There was no way, even if he didn't like it, he still had to agree? Who asked someone to be the envoy of the Zhankong Sword Sect? These
Although whether a disciple can be selected in the trial depends on the results of the trial, it would be easy for Xiao He to cause trouble.
However, after the two of them played several games in a row, Yang Lao lost every time. At first, Xiao He thought that Yang Lao was not as good as him in chess, but after the two of them played for three days in a row, Xiao He felt something was wrong. The old guy would lose if he lost. But
Why do I always lose one and a half eyes? What a coincidence?
After having this idea, Xiao He deliberately exposed several hidden flaws in several chess games. Although they were hidden, Xiao He was sure that with Yang Lao's chess skills, he would definitely be able to see through them and win the entire chess game.
But as expected by Xiao He, Yang Lao pretended not to see it and still lost to him by half an eye.
This made Xiao He very unhappy. It was obvious that this old guy was making trouble for himself. How could he do this? This was an insult and contempt for his own chess skills!
Xiao He, who has become a mature man, certainly understands why Yang Lao does this.
Therefore, in order to have a happy fight with Yang Lao, Xiao He only said one sentence, and Yang Lao, who had been calm and composed, suddenly jumped up excitedly, as if he had taken stimulants!
"Two out of three rounds, if you win, you can recommend a trial disciple, and I will ensure that he enters the Zhankong Sword Sect!"
"Brother Xiao, are you serious?"
"Of course it is!"
"Don't be angry, don't do bad things, and don't regret when you lose?" Yang Lao asked again.
"You are doubting my chess skills!" Xiao He said with a glare.
He and Mr. Yang had known each other a long time ago. Although they were not very familiar with each other, in the past few days, the two of them got along very well. They had a lot of discussions with each other on martial arts, and both of them benefited a lot.
Especially Xiao He, he is a pure disciple of Zhankong Sword Sect, and he never lacks the most authentic guidance on the way of cultivation, but Yang Lao comes from a wild background, and he can achieve what he has today only by his own talent and perseverance. Therefore, Yang
Lao Yang's unique cultivation insights inspired Xiao He a lot. Similarly, the pure cultivation experience passed down by Xiao He's sect for thousands of years also benefited Lao Yang a lot. This made the two feel a lot of sympathy for each other, and their friendship grew rapidly.
They have developed to the point where they are brothers.
Therefore, Xiao He did not have any scruples when talking to Mr. Yang.
"Okay, then it's a deal!" Mr. Yang suddenly seemed like a different person, his whole body was full of energy and his face was glowing.
Then the scene just happened. After two rounds, Yang Lao ended the battle in just two rounds. He won 2-0!
"Who should I recommend?" After hearing Xiao He's words, Mr. Yang began to think seriously.