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 obtained 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 was unable to 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 state."
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 turns out that this is the real seven-injury boxing technique."
"According to this cultivation efficiency, maybe I can enter the late stage of body training before the sect 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, 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 feel 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. How about you moving here and living 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."
< br>
"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 must know how to adapt in life and give me a reply within half a month. I hope you won't let me down."
"Yes."
Lu Yuan responded respectfully, but a trace of murderous intent flashed in his lower eyes.
"Okay, you can go and do it first."
Manager Wang pinched the orchid's fingers and twisted his waist and left the place.
"Ayuan, if you can be valued by Manager Wang, you can save at least 30 years of hard practice. You have to seize this opportunity."
Wait for the other party to leave.
A serious disciple who was familiar with Lu Yuan immediately came up and said with a wink.
This person has dark skin, a burly figure, and his muscles are extremely strong, like high bulges of stones.
"Get out, Zhao Tie, why don't you seize this opportunity yourself?"
Lu Yuan said angrily.
"I think so, but I have practiced the iron bone skills and my whole body is as hard as iron. Manager Wang doesn't like me at all."
Zhao Tie said helplessly.
When Lu Yuan heard this, he glanced at Zhao Tie, who looked like an iron man, and didn't know how to answer.
In this world where idealistic martial arts are the main focus, will is greater than anything else.
Since everyone has different understandings of martial arts and martial arts, the same martial arts often lead to various strange ways.
For example, the iron bone skill that Zhao Tie practiced.
Some practitioners think that since the ancients paid attention to replenishing whatever they eat and replenishing the body with their body, then they naturally had to eat copper and swallow iron to practice iron.
So the more steel they eat, the stronger their bodies will become.
But if the believers of the Fire God Cult practiced this technique, they would think that if they were tempered into steel every time they were tempered, they could reach the state of copper and iron bones by burning themselves continuously with fire.
Zhao Tie's way of practicing 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 firm enough."
"Iron bones are an invincible road, so why do you need to borrow the laws of others?"
"You are half-hearted and undecided. You are just as iron bones as you have, but you don't have the spirit of iron bones, so you are unable to practice the iron bone skills to perfection."
Lu Yuan's face was solemn and he said seriously.
Strictly speaking.
The method of practicing the iron bone skills that Li Tie figured out is not entirely a wrong way. For example, some Zen masters have never spoken for decades in order to keep their mouths closed.
In order to understand the laws of life and death, there are also powerful people in the hidden world who do not hesitate to turn themselves into a corpse and lie in the coffin for tens of thousands of years.
It is only when the world order is chaotic and the true and false are reversed, which will lead to practitioners making various incredible performance art.
really.
When Zhao Tie heard this, his face changed drastically, as if he had some clarity. He immediately clasped his fists and bowed to Lu Yuan solemnly.
"Thank you for your advice. My fellow Taoist's words are better than Zhao's hard study of a hundred years."
"If I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely be rewarded in the future!"
"Okay, you can experience it slowly, I'll go clean first."
Lu Yuan waved his hand and began to deal with various trivial matters.
It was not until it got dark that he finished all the miscellaneous work.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
When he was about to return to his residence, he found that Zhao Tie was still motionless and was still standing at the door of the weapon refining hall.
"Zhao Tie, are you not going home today?"
Lu Yuan asked in confusion.
Hearing his words, Zhao Tie just turned his head slightly and glanced at him expressionlessly.
Then he turned his head and continued to stand there. His whole person seemed to have become a sculpture without even blinking his eyes.
"Have he taken my words seriously?"
Lu Yuan's face was strange, but 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 black iron light on the surface of Zhao Tie's body, making his flesh and blood and bones become stronger and stronger, and is changing towards the real copper and iron bones!
"Is this the idealist martial art that can change the laws of reality with will? This world is indeed terrifying."
Lu Yuan shook his head, feeling helpless.
Fortunately, he has the god-level talent of [Refining the Fake to Be True]. Otherwise, if he really practices according to the rules of this world, he may sooner or later become a miser.
Back to the residence.
After a day of hard work, Lu Yuan hurriedly finished his meal and was already exhausted.
However, when he thought of Manager Wang's extremely disgusting and ambiguous eyes, he shivered, forced himself to practice the Seven Injury Fist.
He fell on the bed and fell asleep.
However, he was worried that Manager Wang would be strong on his night attack, so he would not sleep peacefully that night and would often wake up suddenly from his dreams.
The next morning, it was dawn.
Lu Yuan yawned all over the sky, struggled to sit up from the bed with two dark circles.
"It is not a solution to continue like this. I am not a warrior in the Linghai Realm. I cannot eat, drink, or sleep. I still need to have enough sleep to restore my energy."
"If you can't sleep well every day, it will definitely seriously drag down your cultivation progress!"
Lu Yuan said with a gloomy face.
Although the Qingyun Sect is strict in its rules, internal struggles are strictly prohibited by disciples.
But Lu Yuan was just a small servile disciple and had no sense of existence within the Qingyun Sect.
This is because his parents made a great contribution to the sect's death and made a great contribution. Manager Wang was afraid of his weapons and did not dare to attack him rashly.
Otherwise, if it were other errand disciples, they would have been killed by the murder.
"First move to the back mountain to live for a while, and then you will be able to eliminate future troubles forever."
Lu Yuan's eyes flashed and he came up with a temporary solution.
Immediately afterwards.
He forced himself to cheer up and went to the back mountain to practice boxing. Then he dragged his tired body to the weapon refining hall as a cow and horse.
However, before he could reach the weapon refining hall, he found a large number of people gathered at the door, and the sound of Manager Wang's duck-like voice came from time to time.
"Zhao Tie, what are you having?"
"I haven't finished anything I've given to you yesterday. Do you still want to stay in this weapon refining hall?"
But no matter how Manager Wang scolded and cursed him, Zhao Tie didn't move at all and still stood there.
"Why don't you speak? Are you mute?"
"Okay, okay, do you really think I can't deal with you?"
Under the gaze of many servant disciples, Zhao Tie dared to openly ignore his words, which made Manager Wang laugh very angry and immediately patted him with a palm.
Everyone could not help but change their faces when they heard the howling sound of the palm wind.
Manager Wang is so angry that he is murderous!
His palm is so powerful that it has a huge force. Once it is photographed, even a foot of bluestone will turn into powder.
And Zhao Tie is only at the fourth level of the body-building realm, how can he block this palm?
Some errand disciples who had a good relationship with Zhao Tie showed their feelings and hurriedly closed their eyes, unable to bear to see Zhao Tie being photographed as a paste.
But facing this horrifying palm, Zhao Tie couldn't look at it and still stood there.
"Dong!"
Manager Wang slapped Zhao Tie like lightning, and there was no scene of blood foam flying everywhere.
Instead, a low and dull sound came, as if it was slapped on a solid iron block.
The next moment.
A terrifying counter-shock force came from Zhao Tie, causing Manager Wang to tremble violently. He even took dozens of steps back and barely stopped.
On the other hand, Zhao Tie was as majestic as a mountain, still standing there without moving at all.
"How is this possible! He can actually hurt me?"
Manager Wang's palm was so painful that he couldn't help but tremble. His face looked like he saw a ghost, and he was already shocked.
You should know that he is a powerful man in the ninth level of body-building, and he is only one step away from entering the Spirit Sea Realm.
And he had already used all his strength to the palm just now.
Not to mention Zhao Tie, who is just the fourth level of body-building, even if he changes to a sixth level of body-building warrior, he will suffer a severe injury.
But Zhao Tie not only blocked this palm in an understatement, but also injured him, which was too bizarre.
"Can't I even deal with a peddler now?"
Manager Wang was angry and embarrassed, and rushed out, and he was about to continue attacking Zhao Tie.
"Stop!"
But at this moment, a figure was like a ghost, instantly blocking Zhao Tie, and slapped Manager Wang out with a casual blow.
"Oh!"
Manager Wang spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards dozens of feet away.
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 don't know how to pay homage to Master Zhou, and I'll ask Master Zhu to calm down."
"Disciple, please pay homage to Master Zhou!"
As for Lu Yuan and other servants, they were so scared that their faces changed slightly when they saw the old man. They hurriedly knelt down on one knee and bowed with their fists.
Because this person is the leader of the weapon refining hall, Zhou Xiong!
Qingyun Sect has three peaks and five halls. Each hall master is not only of high status and power, but also of Nirvana level.
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 leader of Qingyun Sect has to give him some thin face.
For him.
Manager Wang, who usually shows off his power in front of a group of erotic disciples, is actually just an ant that can be killed by casually!
"I am indestructible, my will is like iron, and I can't let the sky fall and the earth fall, so I'm still moving. This is how I have realized the true meaning of the iron bone skill."
Zhou Xiong ignored Manager Wang, but instead looked at Zhao Tie seriously, marveling at him, with a strange look on his face.
"Although the path he walked is different from mine, looking at the entire Qingyun Sect, he is the most suitable disciple to inherit my legacy in hundreds of years."
"Boy, I am the leader of the weapon refining hall. Do you want to take me as your teacher?"
Zhou Xiong's voice was loud and powerful, and he immediately asked. (This chapter ends)