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Chapter 515 The Training of Perseverance

"Bajibeng: Mysterious-level high-level fighting skills, melee attack fighting skills, known for their aggressive attack power, practiced to a high level, attacks imply eight levels of energy, eight stacks add up, the power is comparable to low-level earth-level fighting skills!"

His head slowly cleared up, and he savored the rough information in the message carefully. After a long while, Xiao Yan took a breath of cool air. Can the attack power be comparable to low-level fighting skills?

On the Douqi Continent, regardless of the skills and fighting skills, the gap between the mysterious level and the ground level is like a world of difference, and it is not the same, but now this is only the advanced level of the mysterious level. It is said that in terms of attack power, it can be compared to upper-level fighting skills, how can this not shock Xiao Yan.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Xiao Yan's eyes became a little straight. If he really learned this fighting skill, he might be able to beat that arrogant Xiao Ning to the ground with only his four stages of fighting spirit.

"Don't be shocked. Although Bajibeng's requirements for fighting spirit are not too high, it does require a lot of physical strength. This is a close-to-hand fighting technique. Look at your slender arms and legs. Yes, if you use it forcefully, your muscles will probably break first, not your opponent." Yao Lao's indifferent words, like a basin of cold water, completely wiped away Xiao Yan's excitement.

"How can I increase my physical strength?" After a little silence, Xiao Yan asked eagerly.

"Dou Qi is the best energy for exercising the body. As the Dou Qi becomes stronger, the body will also become stronger. Of course, if you want to go faster, you need some external stimulation." The old eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be some malicious intentions in the old eyes.

"What external stimulus?" Looking at the smiling Yao Lao, Xiao Yan suddenly felt chills all over his body.

"Beating! The harder the beating, the better!" Yao Lao laughed sinisterly, Xiao Yan's face was stiff.

In the early morning, a thin white mist enveloped the top of the back mountain, and it lingered for a long time. When the breeze blew, it suddenly brought a muffled sound of physical contact.

In a hidden grove on the top of the back mountain, Xiao Yan's feet were inserted into the soil like tree stumps, his toes were firmly pressed against the ground, his teeth were clenched, and cold sweat was streaming down his forehead. On his **** body wearing only a pair of shorts, , a series of cyan bruises were densely covered on it.

Behind Xiao Yan, Yao Lao, who had turned into a soul state, was sitting cross-legged on a boulder. At this time, he was looking at Xiao Yan who gritted his teeth and persisted solemnly, and waved his palm lightly.

With the waving of Yao Lao's palm, the air fluctuated slightly, and a burst of light red fighting spirit shot out from Yao Lao's palm, and finally, like a whip, it hit Xiao Yan's shoulder heavily, leaving behind a trail Long blue bruises.

The corners of his mouth trembled violently, and he took a breath of cold air between his teeth. Xiao Yan felt that his shoulders suddenly went numb, and bursts of burning pain pierced into his heart. Under this severe pain, Xiao Yan was Even the toes were a little weak, and I almost fell down uncontrollably.

After the severe pain, it was the meager Dou Qi rushing through the body. Under the stimulation of the pain, the Dou Qi seemed to be more energetic than usual, flowing happily through the veins and acupuncture points on the shoulders, feeling warm and cool , slowly penetrated into the skeletal muscles, and quietly strengthened.

"Again!" Waiting until the pain in his shoulders gradually faded, Xiao Yan's immature face was full of persistence and stubbornness, and he gritted his teeth.

Looking at Xiao Yan who gritted his teeth and insisted on attacking, Yao Lao squeezed out a gratified smile on his withered old face, nodded slightly, and in the palm of his hand, the pale red fighting spirit shot out again.

"Bang, bang, bang..." In the small woods, there were one after another muffled noises and low hums slightly mixed with painful voices, which spread one after another.

Yao Lao's attacks were very measured. Each attack happened to reach the critical point that Xiao Yan's body could bear. In this way, it would not seriously injure Xiao Yan, but also bring him real pain.

Xiao Yan's little face was almost distorted in pain from the piercing pain of fighting qi hitting his body.On the body, with the wave of Yao Lao's palm, more and more bruises appeared.

"Bang!" Another shot of battle energy was shot out, Xiao Yan, who was like a wooden stake, finally reached the limit he could bear, his legs went limp, and he collapsed from strength.

After panting violently for a while, Xiao Yan wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, raised his head, and smiled with difficulty, "Teacher, how are you?"

"Very good. I received 84 vindictive lashes today, which is much better than the nine times a month and a half ago." Yao Lao nodded with a smile on his face, and there was an imperceptible exclamation in his old eyes. In the past half a month, Xiao Yan's toughness has exceeded his expectations. For example, today, he thought that seventy vindictive whips were Xiao Yan's limit, but the latter persisted until No. 80. This time, this really made him have to lament the little guy's patience.

Hearing Yao Lao's words, Xiao Yan heaved a sigh of relief, sat down on the muddy ground and rested for a while, and after his body regained consciousness, he slowly got up and took the stone from the side. Take off your clothes and put them on.

When dressing, the cool cloth touched the bruises, which naturally caused Xiao Yan to grin his teeth in pain.

The transparent body twisted, and the aging of the medicine turned into light that flashed into the black ring, leaving behind a sentence of concern that has been said many times: "Hurry up and soak your body with the foundation building liquid, otherwise the remaining blood in your body will Make you seriously injured!"

Nodding clearly, Xiao Yan, who had put on his clothes and trousers, walked slowly down the back hill.

After returning to the hut, Xiao Yan, who could no longer bear the pain, quickly closed the doors and windows, then took off his clothes again, and jumped into the wooden basin filled with blue liquid with hands and feet.

The cold green water was stained with bruises on his skin, Xiao Yan immediately took a few deep breaths of cool air comfortably, the feeling of being in a celestial state made him slowly close his eyes as if enjoying himself, straightening up Lying in the tub, motionless.

Xiao Yan leaned softly on the edge of the wooden tub, his rapid breathing gradually became steady, and at the end, a low snoring sound could be heard indistinctly from his nose. After experiencing a painful torture, Xiao Yan Finally, unable to bear the exhaustion both mentally and physically, he fell into a deep sleep.

During Xiao Yan's deep sleep, the cyan liquid swayed slightly, traces of faint gentle energy, along the slightly opened pores all over Xiao Yan's body, quietly penetrated into his body, washing away those hideous bruises, and at the same time , and constantly add vitality and continuous strengthening to the body that has reached its limit.

(End of this chapter)