After these three days, Ye Xuantian, apart from being in a bad mood on the first day, quickly corrected his mentality after the second day.
Because the dark shadow in his consciousness told him that this place was full of spiritual energy and very suitable for cultivation. He also told him that the master was very talented and he had not found the wrong master.
The words of the dark shadow in his consciousness undoubtedly gave Ye Xuantian a shot of tranquilizer.
Ye Xuantian was actually still worried that he was with the wrong master, but he no longer worried about it this time.
And the next day Zhang Weisheng came to give Ye Xuantian guidance and confidently told him that if he followed his cultivation method, he would definitely be able to break through the third level of Qi refining in less than five days!
Naturally, Ye Xuantian didn't dare to tell Zhang Weisheng about his talent. If he told Zhang Weisheng about his talent in swordsmanship, it would definitely cause an uproar in the sect.
In fact, there was no one, just the noise of seven people.
He was meditating in the room, feeling the qi, and following the instructions given to him by his master a few days ago, he was breathing in and out of qi according to the instructions above to start forging the physical body.
Zhang Weisheng told Ye Xuantian that powerful monks have always started by forging their physical bodies. If they just pursue the power of Qi, they will be in greater danger when encountering some powerful close enemies with strong defenses, and they will be very passive.
A qualified monk must cultivate both internally and externally!
In front of Ye Xuantian was a book called: Dahu's Eighth Level Body Forging Technique.
This name was obtained from True Earth. The master said that all the disciples of the sect started practicing from this secret book at the beginning. When they break through, there will be stronger secrets and techniques.
Dahu's eighth-level body has a total of eight realms, ranging from one to eight different bodies.
What Ye Xuantian had to do was to practice from the beginning. Zhang Weisheng said that he would start practicing after he had memorized all the training formulas in the technique.
A truly strong person does not meditate in a room, he must go out and fight for real!
Ye Xuantian listened carefully every time Master taught him the Dharma.
Although the master seems unreliable, he is actually very caring about his disciple's cultivation.
...
There is an open space in the sect.
Ye Xuantian's upper body was bare and he was carrying a two hundred kilogram stone pier on his head. At this time, his whole body was covered with sweat and he was almost exhausted.
His legs were trembling, he gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Weisheng, who was eating an apple and lying on the hammock in front of him, and said with trembling, "Master, do I have to practice like this!"
Zhang Weisheng didn't even look at Ye Xuantian, he picked up a cup of tea and took a sip and said: "Xiao Xuantian, you are a monk who has not awakened your origin. Your physique is very special, so you can only work harder than other senior brothers and sisters."
The origin of talent is the talent that a monk possesses when he awakens. For example, after awakening the elements, even the inferior four spiritual roots and the five elements of waste spiritual roots are his own origin.
But Ye Xuantian has not awakened his origin.
Therefore, after Zhang Weisheng determined that Ye Xuantian did not have any monk origins and discovered that Ye Xuantian had awakened his cultivation energy due to his own abundant spiritual energy, he could only use the most primitive method to help him increase the strength of his physical body.
The level of talent of this kind of monk cannot be seen, but there are books recording that once a monk with this kind of physique rises up, almost no one is too weak!
Even Zhang Weisheng, who was in the Golden Core realm, couldn't see that the source of Ye Xuantian's talent was a knife and a sword.
Otherwise, Zhang Weisheng would definitely look up to the sky and laugh: "Have you seen it, ancestors? I have found a peerless genius for the sect!"
Ye Xuantian didn't plan to tell anyone about his talent for swordsmanship. He wanted to wait until a certain period of time before talking about it. After all, this talent couldn't be leaked easily.
Zhang Weisheng's purpose is that he must force new disciples who come to the sect to enter the foundation building realm as quickly as possible. Of course, those with low talents and no opportunity to build the foundation will have no choice.
...
"Master, I'm so tired."
"Master! I can't hold on any longer. I've lost feeling in my legs. Do you think I'm going to die?"
"Master, can I take a break!"
Ye Xuantian has closed his eyes tightly and his body is shaking violently. He has been holding a two hundred kilogram stone like this for five hours.
At this time, the soil beneath him was wet with sweat.
Zhang Weisheng smiled and said: "No! Just hold on for an hour! When fighting with the enemy, the enemy will not take care of your physical strength."
When Ye Xuantian heard this, he gritted his teeth and persisted.
Zhang Weisheng rolled his eyes at Ye Xuantian who was trying to be clever: "Put it up, don't put the stone on your head to support it!"
Ye Xuantian immediately put the stone on top of his head to withstand some force, straightened his hands and raised them together.
Zhang Weisheng stood up from the hanging basket, grabbed a handful of grapes and came over and said, "I may be a little strict in training."
"Normally you should have fun, but once you are practicing, you are never allowed to be lazy!"
After speaking, he deliberately placed the fresh grapes in front of Ye Xuantian and said, "Want to eat them?"
"In no mood!"
"Okay, have some backbone!"
Zhang Weisheng looked at the ground that had been penetrated by Ye Xuantian's sweat dripping, and said with a smile: "Want to drink mountain spring water? It is sweet and delicious, and it is very thirst-quenching."
"I want to, Master! I want to drink a lot of water and eat a lot. I'm so tired!"
"Then don't complain about being tired and hold on for an hour. Master will take you to the back mountain to drink sweet spring water!"
"Okay, Master."
Ye Xuantian would never give up. He had survived the first five hours. It was only one hour. He could do it.
At this time, for Ye Xuantian, who was extremely hungry and thirsty, the spring water that was once at his fingertips became a reward.
Zhang Weisheng looked at the very perseverant Ye Xuantian and was extremely pleased. As expected, the Jinglong Sect recruited all good disciples.
...
"Junior brother Fang Wu, please go back early. It's getting dark and it's not safe in the deep pool at night." Senior brother Li Guanqi, who was standing in the tree behind, shouted to Fang Wu who was on the edge of the pool.
Every day when the sun is about to set, someone will come to see Fang Wu, for fear that something might happen to this stubborn guy.
Fang Wu turned around and smiled: "Okay, Senior Brother, I'll be back in a moment."
Li Guanqi shook his head, because no one could persuade Fang Wu these days, but after all, it was his own choice, and no one else had the right to interfere. The only thing he could do was to come to the pond from time to time to see if this kid was still there.
After all, there are many powerful monsters in that pool of water, and these disciples have all seen them with their own eyes.
There is also a dragon whose strength is equivalent to that of the Golden Core Realm. It is difficult for even the master to subdue it.
After Li Guanqi left, Fang Wu showed no signs of leaving.
What a joke, he has been lying here for three days and three nights without catching a single fish!
As the most patient angler, Fang Wu is not an air force. As long as he does not leave the fishing spot, he is not an air force because the fishing is not over yet.
Fishing fellow, never air force! I won’t give up until I catch a fish!
Fang has no plan to catch a fish anytime before going back for a walk.
...
Five minutes later, the black wild boar, which was taking a nap behind Fang Wu, suddenly opened his eyes, his hair stood up and his body was shaking violently as he looked at the water.
Fang Wu was unmoved. He naturally saw the body of a big guy swinging in the deep pool, approaching him.
When the black boar saw that his master was not moving, his nervousness eased. With his master in front, it would be okay. Even if he died, he would die first, and if his master is so strong, he might not necessarily die!
Although the black boar thought so, his eyes were still staring at the water, because the aura under the water was so terrifying that it felt like his blood was solidified even if he was a foundation-building practitioner.
Roar!
A dragon roar that shook the valley came first.
Then the deep pool rolled and created huge waves. The black boar immediately stood up and wanted to...forget it, he wanted to protect his master, but found that his master was still lying calmly by the pool.
A green dragon with its upper body fifty meters exposed was staring fiercely at Fang Wu with its scales exploding, its red eyes filled with a fierce and cold light that wanted to devour everything.
Fang Wu raised his hand, gestured to Jiaolong to keep quiet, and whispered: "Shh! Keep quiet, be good, and go back."
