If outsiders saw the scene in this quiet room, they would probably tear their eyes out.
It took less than half a day to practice the technique, but Han Muye had already directly cultivated it to the state of great success!
Worldly skills start from the beginning of the first glimpse of the door, and they still need to reach the state of refinement and proficiency before they can reach the state of mastery.
No matter how simple a skill is, it doesn't happen overnight if you want to achieve great success.
Who has cultivated his kung fu to great perfection without spending years or even decades of hard work?
The full level of understanding is really too unbelievable!
The iron cow condensed, and Han Muye's eyes revealed a faint divine light.
Outside his body, there was also a faint dark golden halo.
It's just that the halo is too faint to be felt at all.
"Using the body-refining technique to operate, the body is as strong as iron, and the meridians are stable. Is this considered to have entered the cultivation stage?"
Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye smiled bitterly.
Is this an unexpected surprise?
What he wants to practice is a cultivation technique that can last for a long time, not a physical training technique that can only strengthen the body.
Even if one reaches the pinnacle of physical training, he is only at the pinnacle of the human realm.
There is no one in the world who can reach the realm of cultivation by relying on body training techniques.
The shadow of the green bull behind him slowly dissipated, and Han Muye prepared to call it a day.
The images in his mind kept changing, making him slightly stunned.
After condensing into a green cow, can it continue?
"Buzz——"
There was a soft sound, and behind him, the shadow of a second green bull appeared!
The energy and blood all over his body seemed to be rushing out of his body.
For a moment, Han Muye felt a surge of strength all over his body, as if his muscles and bones were exploding.
He was sure that one punch would break the wall in front of him.
Han Muye's eyes widened, and the images in his mind suddenly disappeared.
"After the skill is completed, can it be further deduced?"
"Is there a second level to this Iron Bull Strength?"
Can the second level be derived from the body-training technique bought with eighty spirit stones?
Perhaps Tieniu Jin is not the lowest level of body training?
The picture in his mind had faded, and Han Muye did not make any further deductions.
He decided to go to Zhao Pu when he had the opportunity to ask about Tieniu Jin's practice.
This inner sect elite is quite a nice person.
Han Muye's meager cultivation experience tells him that he must be steady in his cultivation.
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Jiuxuan Mountain, the area where inner disciples live.
Yang Shao stood in front of an attic with a complicated expression on his face.
"Junior Brother Yang Shao, Master doesn't want to see you, you'd better leave." A young man wearing a white robe with a haughty look on his face said coldly.
"If you have not been able to cultivate Bibo in three months, you are no longer qualified to practice under Master." Another young man with the same white robe and jade belt said calmly.
"When you go out from now on, don't say that you are my junior brother, Su Chengyun."
After the young man finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and strode away.
One of the seventy-two masters of the inner sect, Su Chengyun.
Each of the three thousand disciples of the inner sect is above Qi Condensation, and most of those who can be ranked in the top 100 are already in the realm of foundation building.
Su Chengyun is a master who has already entered the foundation building realm.
Yang Shao nodded and stood there without speaking.
After a long time, there was a sound from the attic.
"Yang Shao, I'll give you three more days. If you can't cultivate the blue wave in three days, you won't come to my Santan Pavilion anymore."
The voice is cold and the ancient well has no waves.
A trace of excitement flashed across Yang Shao's face, and he bowed: "Master, I have already cultivated into a blue wave."
After hearing his words, there was silence in the attic for a moment, and then a voice sounded: "Okay, I'll give you one last chance."
"Come up and see me."
Yang Shao straightened his clothes and strode into the attic.
In front of the attic, several young men in white robes looked at each other.
"Yesterday he had no clue about the blue wave, but can he complete it today?" A young man carrying a long sword frowned and asked.
The clothes of these people have a tripod pattern printed on them, which is the symbol of the same sect.
Santan Pavilion is the training court of Xu Haosheng, the elder of the inner sect. His disciples will all have this tripod mark.
"Go and have a look, as long as he doesn't disgrace me, Santan Pavilion." The tall and thin young man standing at the front turned around and stepped into the attic.
Several other people looked at each other and followed quietly.
At this time, Yang Shao was already standing in front of an old man wearing gray clothes and with gray hair.
"Yang Shao, I told you when you first became my disciple that you have good qualifications, but your understanding is a bit lacking."
"This Bibo Swordsmanship is a test for you."
The old man had no expression on his face and just spoke lightly.
"Disciple understands." Yang Shao lowered his head and replied softly.
How many inner disciples can be worshiped by the elders?
He would risk his life to seize such an opportunity.
But as the master said, his understanding was indeed far behind, and he was unable to fully understand Bibo Swordsmanship in March.
Several fellow students approached quietly, then bowed to Xu Haosheng, who was sitting upright, and stood next to him.
Xu Haosheng nodded, looked at Yang Shao, waved his sleeves and said, "Then you can practice Bibo Swordsmanship."
Yang Shao nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes.
Today in the acting building, the fellow acting practitioner used extremely slow techniques and clear explanations, which suddenly made him enlightened.
Bibo, nothing more than that!
Putting his hand on the hilt of the sword, what Yang Shao was thinking was no longer Bibo's first level of artistic conception.
The master is an elder of the sect, a powerful person in the world, and has countless masters under his sect.
If you want to gain Master's recognition and favor, you need to stand out.
Today, we must seize this opportunity!
"Canglang——"
The long sword was unsheathed, Yang Shao raised his arm, and the sword light turned into a thin line.
The thin line is fast, extremely fast, like a rushing river.
"Hey, I still don't understand it..."
Not far away, someone shook his head gently.
"Haha, after three months of practicing Bibo Swordsmanship like this, do you qualify to stay in Santan Pavilion?" On the other side, a sneer flashed across someone's face.
"I can't blame Senior Brother Su for looking down on me. There are no mediocre people in Master's sect." The tall and thin disciple standing in front said coldly.
Looking up, Xu Haosheng, who was sitting cross-legged, frowned slightly.
He stared at the sword in Yang Shao's hand with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
The sword light in Yang Shao's hand was very thin and very fast.
He imagined what he saw, that sword seemed to be falling from the sky.
That was the sword that made him lose his mind.
Bibo, there is a second artistic conception!
"Buzz——"
The long sword in his hand seemed to understand his thoughts, and haloes of light spread out, as if exploding.
A flash of brilliance!
The sword light flashed with a dazzling cold light, like waves rising from a waveless ancient well.
Xu Haochang, who was sitting upright, stood up, took one step forward, raised his hand and pointed at Yang Shao's sword edge.
"when--"
The long sword shook, flew three feet, and landed on the floor.
Xu Haosheng's eyes were fixed on Yang Shao, and his aura was extremely solemn: "Why do you have to make your blue waves like this?"
Why?
Holding his trembling right hand, Yang Shao whispered: "Disciple, think about it, even if there are no waves in the cold pool, there will eventually be waves."
"This sword is when the blue waves rise."
"Haha, you can understand the second artistic conception of Bibo in three months. Yang Shao, your understanding is not a test." Looking at Yang Shao in front of him, Xu Haosheng seemed to be looking at a piece of beautiful jade that has not yet been polished.
Clenching his fist slightly, Yang Shao raised his head and looked at Xu Haosheng: "Master, I think Bibo has a third level of artistic conception, but I haven't realized it yet."
Xu Haosheng's outstretched arms were frozen there.
"The third level..."
