The thin long-sleeved martial arts uniform trembled in the almost solidified air, as if he felt extremely cold.

This is the intersection of the Arctic Ocean and the Potter Sea: Inukat Island.

There is no bitter cold wind here, no stormy waves here, only empty, lonely, and cold here.

Fang Cheng gritted his teeth tightly. He felt the coldness of his body from the outside and constantly invading his body, and he could hardly stop it.

You can only rely on sufficient qi and blood, tight muscles, and constantly practicing martial arts to obtain calories.

But this amount of heat is insignificant, and under the influence of the assimilation of the entire environment, the heat continues to evaporate, and he feels a little tired.

It was the second day that Fang Cheng came to Inukat Island.

On the first day, he only lasted for four hours and had to return to the stone house.

The next day he had been persisting for five hours, but he really couldn't stand it anymore. The boundless coldness had no end.

What makes people unable to adapt is:

At first glance, the iceberg and the sea surface occupied all the views.

The iceberg that has not been melted for a century and the motionless sea stands quietly. Fang Cheng feels a little desperate and is really crazy.

It seems like this is a dead world, and only one lives.

This is the power of nature. Fang Cheng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. Before the gas could land, it turned into ice fog visible to the naked eye.

Some ice crystals even shine in it.

“It’s time to go back.”

Fang Cheng glanced around and found that this world without any change, if it weren't for the attribute symbol below his vision, he almost thought he was dead.

He walked slowly back to the stone house step by step.

Three hundred meters east of this open space, the stone house is filled with layers of thick stones surrounding the cement house. The walls inside the cement house are painted with a thick layer of cement, and there is a layer of warm red bricks on the inside.

Even so, the temperature inside the house is between minus three and six degrees Celsius.

This temperature is already very warm for Fang Cheng, and it is impossible for heating, hot water and so on to exist.

Fang Cheng understood the master's efforts. For warriors, the real difficulty and terror is not to defeat the enemy and kill the strong ones, but to:

Facing nature.

This is not resistance, but a fearless spirit that is independent in the strong wind and blooms in the heavy rain.

This is not a struggle, but a great courageous spirit of perseverance in despair and searching for loss.

He understood a little, but understanding never means being able to do it.

Very tired.

I really want to close my eyes... have a good sleep.

Fang Cheng dragged his heavy steps towards the stone house, pushed open the two doors before entering the house.

The house was empty, with only two iron racks, with two layers of solid wood boards and pure cotton quilts on it.

There is a one-meter-long window on the south side of the house. The window contains five layers of glass mezzanine. The faint sunlight shines from outside the window. Under the distortion of the glass, it contains almost no heat from sunlight.

Old man Lu was sitting on a bed, wrapped in a quilt, closing his eyes to rest.

Seeing Fang Cheng walk in, Old Man Lu open his eyes and a trace of light flashed: "Five hours?"

Fang Cheng nodded: "Yes."

It’s not that he disrespects his master, but that he’s too tired.

Old Man Lu smiled faintly: "Go to sleep."

In this cold, the sleep time has also been extended. The original eight hours of sleep is enough, but I can sleep here for thirteen hours.

"good."

Fang Cheng didn't even take off his clothes, and he crawled into the quilt, his body trembled slightly, and his strong body quickly warmed the cold quilt.

In just over two minutes, he fell asleep.

Old Man Lu's eyes fell on Fang Cheng, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, seeing Fang Cheng had entered a deep sleep, Old Man Lu slowly got out of bed and walked to a broken wooden box in the corner of the stone house.

"Bang."

The wooden box opened gently, and a subtle sound sounded.

I saw that there was a high-tech equipment in the wooden box that looked like a bathtub.

A smile flashed across the corner of Old Man Lu's mouth. This was the martial arts care device he specially prepared for this special training. Just press the button, the bathtub will automatically heat up and release the special medicine water that is stored.

Medicinal bath!

Even today, when technology is booming, this device is considered top technology.

Many warriors don’t want to buy them, they have never heard of them, because warrior health care equipment is not a commodity, just like satellites.

Valued, but cannot be purchased.

Even if you have funds and strength, you can only get the right to use it.

Old Man Lu squinted his eyes and lit his fingers on the caregiver a few times. He saw a number flashing on the black and white screen at the tail of the caregiver:

3!

It can be used three times... Old Man Lu nodded, checked carefully, and then calmed down and returned to bed.

At room temperature, minus 30 degrees Celsius. Such cold will inevitably cause damage to the body's muscle fibers, or even frostbite. A warrior's body care device is a necessary item.

If you don’t have a health care device, even if you persist, you will leave you with stubborn diseases and die early.

Otherwise, this cold training method will have great results and great gains. Why are no warriors here to seek martial arts?

It’s not that they dare not, nor that they don’t want to, but that they can’t afford to come.

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The third day on the way to Inukat Island.

Fang Cheng got up at 8 o'clock, sat quietly for an hour, and then walked out.

Nowadays, horse stance is no longer of great significance. There are many ways to keep the lower plate stable... For example, standing on the island and keeping it still for an hour.

"Swish."

Fang Cheng's body burst out with force like a wild beast, and the force flowed through his body, and began the third day of martial arts practice.

The master’s plan is to practice martial arts eight hours a day.

Fang Cheng thought in his heart, but his hands and feet were constantly moving.

Without wind and creatures, the entire world of Inukat seems to have died and is abandoned by the world. Only Fang Cheng himself is constantly punching and shaking his legs.

Three hours have passed...

Fang Cheng's heart was almost collapsed. He had the urge to cry. He was the only one who lived in the whole world. An emotion of hopelessness and extinction of vitality was brewing in his heart.

Five hours have passed.

If there is an immortal, if there is a Buddha, please help me...

Fang Cheng murmured, his vision gradually turned black, and a circle of blurred darkness slowly swallowed his vision.

The most terrifying thing here is not the cold, but the empty, silent and silent environment, and the terrifying side of nature, coming towards the direction and oppression.

"Hu, Hu."

Fang Cheng was gasping for breath, his head was turbid, and the idea of ​​returning to the house was frozen, and he had forgotten to leave in a daze!

Bang bang!

Fists and feet were heard one after another, and they gradually became weak.

The feeling of coldness and silence surrounded Fang Cheng, and his eyes slowly closed...the movement slowly stopped...

Fang Cheng's left fist was still in a position of chopping downwards, his right fist was huddled around his waist, and his feet were spanning, and he was standing here in a stiff and dull manner.

Still motionless.

Fang Cheng barely maintained a hint of clarity. He understood that he had to wake up! Otherwise, he would be frozen to death here!

The master is still in the room, the window faces south, and I am on the west side... Even if the master comes over... Fang Cheng's only trace of Qingming slowly dissipates, gradually fainting with reluctance and despair.

At this moment, Old Man Lu, who was watching at the door of the stone house, narrowed his eyes and rushed over with a bang.

At nearly three hundred meters, he stepped over with just two feet! His face was neither blushed nor breathing, and his wind and clouds were as light as the wind and clouds were light!

It's so scary!

If Fang Cheng still reacts, he will be shocked and speechless, exceeding 100 meters in seconds. Is this still a human being?
Chapter completed!