Beiyin Great Sage

Unexpected.

I thought the medicinal juice was very smelly, but I didn't find it too unbearable after I took it.

The concoction went straight down the throat into the stomach and intestines, a hot feeling surged in the stomach, and then wisps of hot air rushed to the limbs and bones.

"Well……"

Zhou Yi frowned.

Soreness, numbness, itching, pain..., all kinds of feelings come together.

Not only the skin and flesh, but also the joints of the bones seemed to be ants. The pain was not too painful, but it was full of mixed flavors, making it unbearable.

No wonder the rabbit kept jumping up and down just now, even torturing himself, I'm afraid this is the only way to alleviate the abnormality on his body.

However, Zhou Yi has a better way to wear down the potency of the medicine than strenuous exercise.

Pure Yang iron cloth shirt!

"Humph!"

Mouth groaning, Qi and blood in the body circulated in an orderly manner, pulling the medicinal power in the body into the flesh, tendons, internal organs and even bone marrow.

"Crackling..."

The insignificant cracking sound is like the collision of bones when joints are moved, and the taste is difficult to understand.

Look outside.

Zhou Yi's skin was red all over, as if on fire, white smoke was rising from his body, sweat evaporated as soon as it appeared, his whole body was like a big furnace.

The books beside him were also curled due to the high temperature.

He sat cross-legged, endured it bitterly, and groaned in pain from time to time, but the operation of the exercises never relaxed from the beginning to the end.

I do not know how long it has been.

"call……"

Taking a breath of turbid air, Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of haggardness, and then his consciousness turned to the light curtain emerging from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Name: Zhou Yi

Age: 21

Cultivation: Marrow Refining (9/100)

Dingyang Pile: Dacheng (22/100)

Pure Yang Iron Cloth Shirt: Mastery (47/100)

……

His eyes lit up, and a little joy appeared on his face.

"Refining the marrow has increased three experience points, and the pure yang iron cloth shirt has increased nine experience points, and this is only the first time to use medicine."

"Fantastic!"

For ordinary warriors, it is already extraordinary to be able to practice a skill to the point of proficiency, and there is no one in a hundred who has reached the level of proficiency.

Advanced martial arts.

Mastery is even rarer.

Liu Mengyan's swordsmanship is quite good, but before he cultivated his true qi, he also did not reach the level of proficiency, much worse than Zhou Yi's.

There are only young heroes such as the young lady of the Lin family, the saint of the Red Lotus Sect, and the young master of the Green Bamboo Gang, who have practiced high-quality exercises since childhood and have been taught by famous teachers.

It is possible to be proficient in martial arts at a young age.

From this point of view,

Zhou Yi is definitely an alternative!

But even so, after advanced to proficiency in superior martial arts, the progress is shockingly slow.

now.

One hour, nine experience, but also can increase the cultivation base, it is ecstasy.

But if it is seen by someone who knows Necromancy Mushroom, they will definitely not be able to help scolding.

Ruthless things!

Such panaceas are rumored to be taken by immortals, and first-rate masters can even advance to the innate realm with great confidence by relying on them.

Now it is only used to boost the cultivation of a marrow refining martial artist.

It’s just...

Kill a chicken with a sledgehammer!

Zhou Yi will not feel that something is wrong.

In the next few days, except for resting when he was tired, he just made soup and medicine to temper his body, and he didn't plan to go out until he ran out of food.

a few days later.

"Peng!"

"Crackling..."

The joints explode and form a string, from the tailbone upwards, through the vertebral openings, to the top of the skull, and even all the limbs vibrate together.

"boom!"

A gust of berserk energy came out through the body, sweeping in all directions.

Zhou Yi's eyes widened, his flesh tightened and contracted, the green and black color became more intense, and the weight of black energy even condensed into a solid body on the surface of the flesh.

Or a coat of armor.

Pure Yang iron cloth shirt: Dacheng (1/100)

"it is good!"

Zhou Yi smiled, and couldn't help stretching his muscles and bones, only to feel that with the operation of the kung fu, a majestic force emerged from his body, as if it could smash a boulder with one punch.

This may be an illusion, but it is enough to prove the skyrocketing strength.

He didn't know.

Hard skills such as Chunyang Iron Cloth Shirt are extremely special, and it is almost impossible to cultivate to the state of great success before you have cultivated your true energy.

Because of Dacheng, one must have true energy to temper the body.

And Zhou Yi...

Relying on the medicinal power of the necromancer mushroom, he was born in the realm of marrow refining, and cultivated the pure yang iron cloth shirt to a great success, comparable to a first-class master with true energy.

Look sideways.

There are not many dead mushrooms left.

And the cultivation base...

Alchemy (61/100)

"It should be able to increase to seventy. The cultivation base alone saves more than a year of hard work, not to mention the rapid development of pure Yang iron cloth shirts."

"It's worth it!"

……

……

……

After all, the big families in the city are not as good as the well-trained bandit army, and there are so many big families, the hearts of the people are difficult to get together, and the trend of defeat is gradually obvious.

"kill!"

Thousands of rockets fell from the sky and burned when they hit a tree. In an instant, the manor was in flames, and the people who were hit by the arrows screamed and wailed.

"boom!"

The wooden stake that hit the city gate was used by the yellow ant army to hit the courtyard wall.

With just a few collisions, the courtyard wall hit by the stones was smashed into pieces, and countless yellow ants swarmed in from the breach.

The name of yellow ants is worthy of the name.

Wherever these bandit troops passed, it was like yellow ants crossing the border, leaving no grass behind.

"kill!"

The sound of shouting and killing shook the sky, figures jumped and flew in the crowd, swords and swords roared, accompanied by screams from time to time.

"City Lord's Mansion?"

Jia Wei beside Wu Tiantong smashed the heavy door plaque with one foot, stepped into the backyard where Zhengsheng was fighting with a sneer on his face, and slapped one person to the ground with a casual slap.

At the same time, he looked up to the sky and drank:

"Chen Boyu, come out and die!"

"You are the one who died!"

A crisp sound resounded, and a gust of wind blew up from the side, and a beautiful figure slashed angrily with an iron sword in hand.

The beautiful figure is exquisite, and the iron sword is thick and heavy. The two appearances do not match at all, but in the hands of the visitor, they cut out fierce swords spreading all over the place.

The sword gang pierced through the air, and hideous cracks appeared on the ground paved with bluestone.

Iron Goddess of Mercy Lin Pan'er!

"Ok?"

Wu Tiantong turned his head sideways and raised his eyebrows:

"Master!"

"Good come!"

Facing the long sword that was slashing furiously, he did not dodge or dodge. He clenched his fist with one hand and went against the trend.

Domineering!

"Peng!"

The sword gang collided with the strength of the fist, Lin Pan'er's face turned pale, he vomited blood and retreated violently, while Wu Tiantong only swayed slightly.

The gap between the two is obvious.

This is by no means Lin Pan'er weak.

She cultivated the innate Hunyuan True Kung Fu, and was taught by her father who was in the innate realm. Whether it is cultivation base or martial arts, she is the top among first-class masters.

but.

Wu Tiantong is stronger!

And it's so strong that it's incomprehensible. It's obviously not innate, but it's so terrifying!

The aftermath of the punch alone collapsed the stone wall on one side, and sent several Marrow Refining Martial Artists flying away, even if they couldn't get close.

"Death!"

A person jumped up from behind, with a sword like a cold star, he quickly hit the back of Wu Tiantong's head.

"Flying Star Sword Li Guxing?"

Wu Tiantong turned his head, stretched out his big hand, and his five fingers were directly facing the blade of the attacking sword. With the twisting of his arm, the iron-cutting sword was also twisted.

With five fingers exerting force, the blade of the sword suddenly broke.

With a palm to force Li Guxing back, Wu Tiantong showed a sneer, looked around boldly, and shouted loudly:

"Who else?"

"I!"

A middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion appeared in front of him, with a ghostly body, and a few flashes appeared in front of Wu Tiantong.

"Yang Shensi, the deputy leader of the Green Bamboo Gang?"

Looking at the person coming, Wu Tiantong's face showed seriousness for the first time, he stretched out loudly, and the moon-covering knife behind his back suddenly appeared in his big hand.