The Eighth Generation: Taking Yang to Replenish Yang? Everyone Is Crazy!

The back mountain of Qingyun Sect.

Lu Yuan stood on a flat ground, carefully browsing the information in his mind.

[Fisting: Seven Injury Fist (corrected)]

[The human body has two qi, yin and yang, and the five internal organs correspond exactly to the five elements. The so-called seven injuries are to damage qi, spirit, and the five internal organs. 】

[This fist is extremely powerful. It is a punch that contains seven kinds of strength at the same time. All seven enemies are injured and will suffer severe damage in an instant. 】

[However, this fist is too fierce and sharp. Those who have not been perfect in their body cannot practice it, otherwise they will definitely be backfired. 】

"So this is the real Seven Injury Fist?"

Lu Yuan thought to himself.

The seven-injury boxing technique obtained by Qingyun Sect obviously lacks a lot of key information, so they mistakenly believe that this boxing is about harming yourself before it hurts others.

Under normal circumstances.

They practice like this, sooner or later they will be backfired by the fist force and eventually explode and die.

But because of the inverted truth and falsehood of the Supreme Source Holy Realm, they can practice successfully.

However, using fakes to practice fakes will only lead to misleading and going further and further on this road of no return.

Lu Yuan used the talent of [Refining the Fake to Be True] to directly explore the illusion and point directly to the truth.

From this fake boxing score, we get the complete true teaching of the Seven Injury Fist.

"According to my previous simulation experience, when I was sixteen, I would be sent to another place to manage the sect industry because I could not pass the sect assessment."

"If you leave the sect, you will lose most of your cultivation resources, which is no different from being sentenced to death."

"Fortunately, there are still three months left before the sect assessment, which is enough for me to practice the Seven Injury Fist to the perfect level."

Lu Yuan thought for a moment and immediately started practicing boxing.

When he practices boxing this time, he no longer needs to urge himself to harm himself like before, making himself feel worse than death.

After practicing the boxing, the qi and blood will ejaculate and the whole body will be relaxed.

He felt a warm current surge from the depths of his body and flowing to his limbs and bones, which greatly increased his strength.

"What an amazing effect, it's true that this is the real seven-injury boxing technique."

"According to this cultivation efficiency, maybe I can enter the late stage of bodybuilding before the sect's assessment!"

Lu Yuan said in surprise.

When he was practicing the Seven Injury Fist, he was often tortured to the point of suffering.

But now he can clearly feel that his strength is steadily improving.

The positive feedback brought by this increase in strength is countless times more enjoyable than playing any game, making the originally extremely painful boxing process a kind of unparalleled enjoyment!

"It's still early, so you can practice boxing a few more times."

Lu Yuan was tireless and kept practicing the seven-injury boxing technique, and his movements became more and more natural.

It was not until dawn that he hurriedly returned to the residence of the servant disciple, rinsed it up, changed into a clean set of clothes, and rushed to the sect's weapon refining hall and began to get busy.

As a traitor disciple, Lu Yuan is usually responsible for doing odd jobs in the weapon refining hall, or transporting goods and cleaning.

However, due to his low status, those outer disciples often drive him like a cow and horse, which makes him miserable.

"Where did you die? You came so late today?"

"Qingyun Sect doesn't raise idle people. If you want to be lazy and sloppy, get out of here!"

Before Lu Yuan entered the door, there was a man in yellow with a feminine temperament and pale complexion, cursing at him in a duck-like voice.

This person's surname is Wang, and he is in charge of the weapon refining hall. He has a capricious personality and often finds various reasons to deliberately make things difficult for those servants who have no power, power and no background.

In addition, he learned from an inner sect elder who was good at dual cultivation in Qingyun Sect, and believed that collecting yang and replenishing yang was the right way.

Half a month ago, seeing Lu Yuan’s beautiful appearance, he repeatedly proposed to discuss the way of practicing together with him, but Lu Yuan harshly refused. From then on, the two of them formed a gang.

"Sorry, Manager Wang, I accidentally overslept today and came a little late."

Although Lu Yuan felt chills in his heart, he still forced a smile on his face.

People were under the eaves and had to bow their heads.

He is currently in a low state of strength and should not have a head-on conflict with him.

When you become stronger in the future, it will not be too late to liquidate this grudge.

"How many times have I said that the servile residence is too far from the weapon refining hall. Why would you move in and live with me?"

Manager Wang, who was originally angry, stared at Lu Yuan's pretty face, and suddenly smiled and watched Qiu Bo.

"The other three months later, it will be the annual sect assessment. You have failed for two consecutive years. If you fail this time, you will be released from the sect and will never return to the sect."

"If you promise to practice with me, I can let you enter the fifth level of body training within three months!"

"How about it, what do you think?"

Manager Wang threatened and tempted.

Nowadays, bandits are rampant.

Only by joining a sect or aristocratic martial arts hall can one have a certain amount of self-protection.

If Lu Yuan was released from the sect and could not even be regarded as a serious disciple, it would be no different from being sentenced to death.

"Thank you, Manager Wang, for your good intentions. I want to consider it again."

Lu Yuan endured his disgust and said silly.

In this world, there are not many normal people.

If he refuses now, this person will definitely not let him go, and he may be strong on himself.

Therefore, what he can do now is to delay time and improve his strength as much as possible.

When Manager Wang heard that Lu Yuan did not refuse directly, his eyes lit up and his smile became even stronger.

"You have to be flexible in life. Give me an answer within half a month. I hope you won't let me down."

"Yes."

Lu Yuan responded respectfully, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in his lowered eyes.

"Okay, go and get busy first."

Manager Wang pinched his orchid fingers and twisted his waist to leave the place.

"Ayuan, being valued by Manager Wang can save at least 30 years of hard training. You must seize this opportunity."

After the other party left.

A errand disciple who was familiar with Lu Yuan immediately came up and winked.

This man had dark skin, a burly figure, and extremely strong muscles all over his body, like a piece of high-raised stone.

"Get out, Zhao Tie, why don't you seize this opportunity yourself?"

Lu Yuan said unhappily.

"I want to, but I practiced the Iron Bone Skill, and my body is as hard as iron. Manager Wang doesn't like me at all."

Zhao Tie said helplessly.

Hearing this, Lu Yuan glanced at Zhao Tie, who was like an iron man, and didn't know how to answer.

In this world dominated by idealistic martial arts, will is above everything.

Because everyone has different understandings of martial arts, the same martial arts often derives various strange ways.

For example, the Iron Bone Gong that Zhao Tie practiced.

Some practitioners think that since the ancients emphasized that what you eat replenishes what you eat, and what you eat replenishes the shape, then practicing Iron Bone Gong naturally requires eating copper and swallowing iron.

So the more steel they eat, the stronger their physique will become.

But if the followers of the Fire God Cult practice this technique, they will think that steel can be made by constantly burning themselves with fire, and they can reach the realm of copper skin and iron bones.

And Zhao Tie's way of practice is to change his cognition and think from the bottom of his heart that he is an invulnerable iron man.

When he becomes a real iron man, then this technique will naturally be perfect.

"Zhao Tie, your will is not strong enough."

"Iron bones are the way to invincibility, why do you need to borrow other people's methods?"

"You are indecisive and hesitant. You have the form of iron bones, but not the spirit of iron bones, so you have been unable to practice the Iron Bone Gong to perfection."

Lu Yuan said solemnly.

In fact, strictly speaking.

The Iron Bone Gong practice method figured out by Li Tie is not entirely a crooked way.

For example, there are Zen masters who have not spoken for decades in order to keep their mouths shut.

There are also hidden strongmen who have turned themselves into a corpse and lay in a coffin for tens of thousands of years in order to understand the law of life and death.

It is just that the order of this world is chaotic and the truth and falsehood are reversed, which will lead practitioners to perform all kinds of incredible performance art.

Sure enough.

When Zhao Tie heard this, his face changed drastically, as if he had some enlightenment, and he immediately clasped his hands and bowed solemnly to Lu Yuan.

"Thank you for your advice, my words are better than Zhao's hard study for a hundred years."

"If I succeed in my cultivation, I will be rewarded in the future!"

"Okay, you will experience it slowly, I will go to clean up first."

Lu Yuan waved his hand and began to deal with various trivial matters.

It was not until the sky gradually darkened that he finished all the chores.

When he was about to return to his residence, he found that Zhao Tie was still standing at the door of the weapon refining hall.

"Zhao Tie, why don't you go home today?"

Lu Yuan asked in confusion.

Hearing his words, Zhao Tie just turned his head slightly and looked at him expressionlessly.

Then he turned his head and continued to stand there, like a sculpture, without even blinking his eyes.

"Did he take my words seriously?"

Lu Yuan looked strange. He didn't expect that Zhao Tie would actually do what he said casually.

And he could vaguely see it.

There seemed to be a faint black iron light flowing on the surface of Zhao Tie's body, making his flesh and bones become stronger and stronger, and he was transforming into a real copper-skinned and iron-boned person!

"Is this the idealistic martial arts that can change the laws of reality with will? This world is really crazy and terrible."

Lu Yuan shook his head, feeling helpless.

Fortunately, he had the god-level talent of [Refine the Fake to Become the Real], otherwise, if he really practiced according to the rules of this world, he would probably become a lunatic sooner or later.

Back to the residence.

After a tiring day, Lu Yuan hurriedly finished his meal and was already exhausted.

However, when he thought of the disgusting and ambiguous eyes of Wang Guanshi, he shuddered, forced himself to get up, and began to practice the Seven Injury Fist.

He fell asleep on the bed until he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers.

However, he was worried that Wang Guanshi would use force on him at night, so he didn't sleep well that night and often woke up suddenly from his dreams.

The next morning, it was dawn.

Lu Yuan yawned continuously, with two dark circles under his eyes, and struggled to sit up from the bed.

"This is not a solution. I am not a warrior in the Spiritual Sea Realm. I cannot live without food, drink or sleep. I still need enough sleep to restore my spirit."

"If I don't sleep well every day, it will definitely seriously hinder my cultivation progress!"

Lu Yuan said with a gloomy face.

Although the Qingyun Sect has strict rules and prohibits internal fighting among disciples.

But Lu Yuan is just a small errand disciple, and he has no sense of existence in the Qingyun Sect.

This is because his parents died in battle for the sect and made a great contribution. Manager Wang was afraid to act rashly against him.

Otherwise, if it were other errand disciples, I am afraid they would have been killed long ago.

"Move to the back mountain to live for a while, and wait until you enter the late stage of body forging, and then eliminate the trouble forever."

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed, and he came up with an expedient plan.

Then.

He forced himself to cheer up and practiced boxing in the back mountain before dragging his tired body to the weapon refining hall to work as a beast of burden.

However, before he reached the weapon refining hall, he found a large group of people gathered at the door, and the duck-like voice of Wang Guanshi could be heard from time to time.

"Zhao Tie, what are you doing?"

"You haven't finished any of the things I assigned to you yesterday. Do you still want to stay in this weapon refining hall?"

But no matter how Wang Guanshi scolded and cursed, Zhao Tie did not move at all and still stood there.

"Why don't you speak? Are you dumb?"

"Okay, okay, do you really think I can't deal with you?"

Under the gaze of many menial disciples, Zhao Tie dared to openly ignore his words, which made Wang Guanshi laugh in anger and slap him hard.

When everyone heard the whistling sound of the palm wind, their faces changed slightly.

Wang Guanshi was ready to kill!

His palm was powerful and heavy, with a huge force. If it was hit, even a foot thick bluestone would be crushed into powder.

How could Zhao Tie, who was only at the fourth level of the Body Forging Realm, resist this palm?

Some of the errand disciples who had a good relationship with Zhao Tie showed reluctance on their faces and hurriedly closed their eyes, unable to bear to see Zhao Tie being beaten into a pulp.

But facing this terrifying palm, Zhao Tie did not even look at it and still stood there.

"Bang!"

I saw that Wang Guanshi's palm hit Zhao Tie like lightning, and there was no scene of blood foam flying.

On the contrary, there was a low muffled sound, as if it was hit on a solid iron block.

The next moment.

A terrifying recoil force came from Zhao Tie, causing Wang Guanshi's body to tremble violently, and he actually retreated dozens of steps, and then barely stopped his body.

On the other hand, Zhao Tie was as tall as a mountain, still standing there, without moving at all.

"How is this possible! He can actually hurt me?"

Manager Wang's palm hurt so much that he couldn't control the shaking. His face looked like he had seen a ghost, and his heart was extremely horrified.

You have to know that he is a ninth-level body forging expert, and he is only one step away from entering the spiritual sea realm.

And he had used all his strength in that palm strike just now.

Not to mention Zhao Tie, who is only a fourth-level body forging expert, even if he was replaced by a sixth-level body forging expert, he would be seriously injured.

But Zhao Tie not only blocked the palm strike easily, but also injured him. This is too bizarre.

"Can't I even deal with a chorist disciple now?"

Manager Wang was so angry that he rushed out and was about to continue to attack Zhao Tie.

"Stop!"

But at this moment, a figure blocked Zhao Tie in an instant like a ghost, and slapped Manager Wang out with a casual blow.

"Puff!"

Manager Wang spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew backwards dozens of feet away like a kite with a broken string.

But when he got up from the ground and saw the old figure that appeared out of thin air, the resentment and anger on his face were instantly replaced by fear.

He immediately knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "I, the unworthy disciple, greet the hall master Zhou, please calm down, the hall master."

"Disciple greets the hall master Zhou!"

As for Lu Yuan and other errand disciples, they were also frightened when they saw the old man, and they knelt on one knee and saluted with their fists.

Because this person was the master of the weapon refining hall, Zhou Xiong!

Qingyun Sect has three peaks and five halls, and each hall master is not only powerful, but also a Nirvana-level existence.

And Zhou Xiong has been in charge of the weapon refining hall for thousands of years, and his seniority is even more terrifying. Not to mention other inner sect elders, even the Qingyun Sect master has to give him some face.

For him,

Manager Wang, who usually shows off in front of a group of errand disciples, is actually just an ant that can be easily crushed to death!

"Indestructible, with a will as strong as iron, no matter how the sky collapses or the earth collapses, I will remain unmoved. This boy has realized the true meaning of the Iron Bone Skill."

Zhou Xiong ignored Manager Wang, but instead looked at Zhao Tie seriously, amazed, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Although his path is different from mine, looking at the entire Qingyun Sect, he is the most suitable disciple to inherit my mantle in the past few hundred years."

"Boy, I am the head of the Refining Hall. Are you willing to take me as your master?"

Zhou Xiong asked in a loud and powerful voice. (End of this chapter)