Text Chapter 568 Don't You Hurt?

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong stared wide-eyed, held their breath, and watched Li Yao's reaction nervously.

Many tall and burly men in the Crazy Bear Tribe just applied one-fifth of the standard infuriating energy, and then they cried for their fathers and mothers, the shit out of them!

Li Yao's face was indifferent, he blinked and looked at them very calmly.

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong looked at each other, then stood on tiptoe to look at the pressure gauge on Li Yao's bracelet, heard the scream of true energy coming out of the seam, and said puzzledly: "That's right, it's one-third Double the air pressure, what's going on, Uncle Sand Scorpion, don't you feel it?"

Li Yao shook his head.

It can't be said that there is no feeling, he feels like ten thousand feathers gently sweeping over the meridian, numb, but also like a dragonfly on the water, it flashes by, and it completely dissipates before it is addicted.

Fu Dong gritted his teeth and turned the gear again, doubling the standard air pressure!

Li Yao frowned. This time, he finally felt a faint stream of air pouring into his body from his wrists and ankles, flowing back and forth between his limbs and twenty meridians.

However, this force was too weak, and it gave him a feeling of scratching his boots. On the contrary, it mobilized the deep, hungry desire in his blood.

"Still don't feel it? You, don't you feel pain?"

Wu Mayan was in a daze, recalling the first time when he doubled his true energy pressure, he felt like a cramping, the pain was so painful that he almost jumped to the ceiling!

Fu Dong was also a little surprised: "The breathing and heartbeat are normal, and the eyes are also very clear. You must have received the practice of Zhenqi lock before. Right?"

Li Yao shook his head expressionlessly, expressing that he forgot.

Wuma Yan's eyes lit up, and he cheered: "It must be so! Uncle Shaxie must have been a master of a certain tribe before. He has received the training of Zhenqi lock, so he can bear such pain!"

"Does it hurt?"

Li Yao didn't think so at all.

In Ou Yezi's memory, in order to practice ancient weapon refining techniques, he has endured inhuman torture countless times.

"Thousand Fingers Soft Bones", which only trains finger flexibility, is to repeatedly break the finger bones, completely smash them, and then restore them with secret medicine.

There are some ways of cultivation. He even had to put his hands into the boiling potion and repeatedly torment until the skin was torn apart and the flesh was rotten. After recovering, it is boiled until it is rotten, and this is repeated more than ten times to produce the most tender skin and meat. Cultivate your perception to the extreme.

His "Thousands of Tempering" was honed through repeated practice with Ding Lingdang. Ding Lingdang was merciless when he struck, and it often caused him pain to the marrow.

In order to practice the perception of his hands and achieve astonishing hand speed, he once used purple ring sword ants to carry out the most cruel training!

As the saying goes, ten fingers connect to a heart, and the pain of dozens of purple ring sword ants gnawing on his fingers is to him. It's just a little feeling.

He even felt that the pain was not exciting enough, so he deliberately fed the purple ring sword ants with highly toxic substances, just to increase the level of pain.

Have a great time. The more painful, the faster!

In Li Yao's perception, it was just a slight sting by a grass tip, which was nothing more than a pain. It's more like itching.

He didn't like this half-painful feeling very much.

He simply reached out and twisted the adjustment gear hard. In an instant, it increased to five times the pressure.

"hiss!"

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong gasped at the same time, and it was too late to stop them, both of them showed expressions of astonishment.

Li Yao let out a muffled snort, and felt that his true energy was pouring into his meridians like hot magma, finally causing a certain degree of pain!

This kind of pain is what he will taste every time he starts to warm up. The familiar feeling makes the corners of his mouth slightly curled up and he grinned.

Finally got a little bit into the mood.

Li Yao half-closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying a sumptuous meal, he continued to adjust the valve, and continuously increased the pressure of his qi, six times, seven times, eight times...

In the observation room next door, Xiong Wuji and Sha Yulan were so stunned that they almost pressed their faces to the glass window, unable to speak for a long time.

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong didn't know about Li Yao's details, and thought that he had received the training of Zhenqi Lock and could accept everything he saw.

But the two of them are clear about it! Li Yao is a Flying Star cultivator, how could he endure such pain for the first time?

Seeing that Li Yao had adjusted the pressure gauge to more than ten times the air pressure, Xiong Wuji was a little lost, and looked at Sha Yulan very confused: "Didn't you say that the cultivation methods of flying star cultivators are very gentle and peaceful?" , look at his appearance, but it has nothing to do with the word "Zhongzheng Peace" at all, look at his expression, it seems like he enjoys it very much!"

Sha Yulan was also dumbfounded, and murmured: "I don't know, I've never seen such a weird cultivator!"

"call"

Li Yao finally fixed the pressure at thirteen times, and spit out a long mouthful of white air arrows, which was no less soothing than the true energy leaked from the seam of the magic weapon!

His limit doesn't stop there, but don't rush it for the first time.

The muscles of Li Yao's body were bulging, and the thick blue veins spread all over his body like green dragons. His teeth and claws were showing and disappearing. In extreme pain!

With a concentrated expression, Li Yao silently meditated on the distribution map of capillary meridians that had just been imprinted into his brain. His soul looked inside, and the spiritual threads also extended into the body, precisely guiding the true energy rushing into the body, rushing towards the bundles of capillary meridians.

Open up meridians and create a thousand Ren Du Ermai!

Wu Mayan looked dumbfounded.

He can also withstand fourteen or five times the air pressure now, but after reaching ten times, the pain of the heart-eating pain of thousands of ants will make him miserable. Yelling, definitely not so calm.

"Uncle Shaxie, you, aren't you afraid of pain?" This resolute and talented young man couldn't help but screamed strangely.

Li Yao ignored him, and concentrated on sensing tens of thousands of true qi rushing through his body. He felt that it was still a bit unsatisfying, so he simply walked towards the training equipment in the corner.

He has his own daily practice plan, but he doesn't need others to give more advice.

First, he used an 800kg barbell to do two sets of warm-ups, and then ran at full speed with high legs for three minutes to fully move his body, and Li Yao entered the formal training.

"Whoosh!"

The left arm turned into a gray shadow, flung away like an iron whip, and suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind, a cyclone appeared in front of the fist, and there were two explosions from the fist target, the first was the blow of the fist wind, and the second was the blast of the fist. It's the sound of fists hitting! ,

"Crack!"

The interval between the two sounds was extremely short, like two serial spikes exploding one after another. The deafening explosions reverberated in the large training room for a long time.

"The true energy fills the capillary meridian, and when I punch it out, it seems that a tide is gushing out with the fist. This feeling is really refreshing!"

Li Yao grinned, and recalled the days when he was in the old practice field of Chixiao No. 2 Middle School, under the guidance of Mr. Sun Biao, wearing a special training vest to "give up", sweating profusely, and feeling overwhelmed with pain.

The days that were once extremely painful have become extremely clear in the memory, like a glass of bitter cold wine, but it can be turned into the hottest stream of heat!

Punch, punch, and punch.

Li Yao wore a weight of more than two thousand catties on his body, and there was an incomparably violent zhenqi in his body, and he started his daily practice.

He enjoyed every punch, every muscle fiber and capillary meridian was torn, and then frantically repaired by spiritual energy, making him even stronger.

Before he knew it, he blasted out two piercing fist marks on the steel fist target in front of him.

Li Yao took a deep breath, and finally stopped. His unprotected fist was dripping with blood, mixed with sweat, ticking beside him.

Looking up at the time, an hour has passed between the surge of true energy and the flying of spiritual energy.

Wu Mayan maintained a dumbfounded expression, watched him practice for an hour, and stammered: "Sha, Uncle Shaxie, have you finished your cultivation?"

Ruthless! Absolutely super ruthless!

True Qi expands the meridians, the longer the time, the more painful it will be!

Ordinary qi practitioners can only bear the expansion for more than half an hour at most, so they have to stop and rest for a while. I didn't expect Uncle Shaxie to be so patient, and he persisted for an hour!

Li Yao shook his head, shook his hands, and signaled, "I'm out of breath."

"What!"

Wu Mayan and Fu Dong were shocked at the same time: "You actually used up the eight high-level real balloons in just one hour?"

...

Li Yao stayed in the practice room for a full five hours. Except for half an hour of crazy food consumption, the rest of the time was devoted to the highest intensity of practice. ring.

He consumed forty-two high-level true balloons, and in the end, he had increased the pressure of his true energy to seventeen times!

Even Fu Dong, the well-informed senior training room supervisor, was extremely shocked, not to mention Wu Mayan, who completely forgot everything that happened on the test field yesterday, and worshiped Li Yao like a god of war!

After finishing training, Li Yao did not go back with Wu Mayan.

Because Fu Dong told him that there are still people waiting for him on the fourteenth floor underground.

Xiong Wuji.

The further you go underground, the fewer traces of artificial construction. When you reach the 14th floor, it looks like a natural underground cave. The deep corridors lead to all directions. The big iron gate.

"Boom! Boom!"

In the depths of the ground, there seemed to be countless ferocious beasts imprisoned, and they were pounding hard on the heavy iron gate.

There are also roars like ferocious beasts, seeping out from the gaps under the iron gate, rushing between the deep corridors, making people's eardrums itchy.

"This is the most special training room in the Divine Ability Hall, and only those who have performed well in the first level of training are eligible to enter here!"

Xiong Wujiu's tall figure blocked the corridor tightly, and said coldly, "It can even be said that this is the real place for Qi practitioners to practice!" (To be continued)