Just like a small mountain village in the quiet mountain behind Lingqi Cliff, a group of people are living a happy life again.
Peaceful and beautiful.
It's just that the boring life needs to be adjusted by Lin Huang's howling like a killing pig every day. Otherwise, if it is peaceful for a long time, the life will become dull and depressing.
one day.
Two days.
Three days.
…
The days passed day by day.
Lin Huang was sinking into hell day by day.
Although Pei Xiufu has the realm of a martial saint, he is old after all. He is so old that after beating Lin Huang for seven days, Pei Xiufu's hands were swollen.
Even the skin is broken.
Then Pei Xiufu found a brick from nowhere and greeted Lin Huang one by one.
But bricks are no big deal either.
In less than three days, the bricks hammered out of dark iron steel shattered with a click. He would rather be shattered into pieces than give up his life to Pei Xiufu.
Then Pei Xiufu put on the gloves on his hands again.
It was the kind of glove with spikes. He didn't care whether the glove could withstand Lin Huang's body or not, so he just kept letting Lin Huang bully the glove.
In less than seven days, Lin Huang was beaten to tears by Lin Huang.
The sharp spikes on it have all been worn away, and the bumps are disfigured.
Eventually, Pei Xiufu found a very handy weapon, which was the little turtle that Tang Xiaoqi caught from the lake.
Even though the little turtle is no bigger than a rice bowl, its shell is really hard. When it hits Lin Huang, the sound of clanging metal and stone is heard. To Pei Xiufu's ears, it is a gorgeous piece of music.
At first, Tang Xiaoqi was very worried. Don't smash the little turtle's shell, otherwise it would look ugly.
As a result, the little turtle was so hard that after fighting with Lin Huang for half a month, he was still unscathed.
The little turtle had nothing to do, but Lin Huang was miserable. I don't know how Pei Xiufu thought of using such a weird thing to mess with himself.
The tortoise shell hitting him was ten times more painful than a spiked fist. Not only was it like a mountain falling on him, it was also bone-chilling cold.
The ice is also mixed with the aura of thunder.
Not many people can withstand the kind of pain that makes one scream without caring about anything.
Pei Xiufu devoted himself to helping Lin Huang cultivate every day, and Lu Donghuang was naturally unwilling to be left behind. Although he was Pei Xiufu's disciple and should be allowed to do so, he was also a holy king and could not lose face.
In addition to the millstone formation that continuously crushed Lin Huang's soul, there were also formations that were comparable to the realm of the King of Martial Arts, attacking Lin Huang in various ways.
A formation on the first day.
Two courses the next day.
Three ways on the third day.
When Lu Donghuang gathered eight sets of formations and worked with Lin Huang for a day, the formation on the ninth day became one again. Before Lin Huang had time to shout that Lu Donghuang was really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, he saw Lu Donghuang's big sleeves
With one wave, the formation went directly towards the sixth-level formation that was comparable to the Martial Emperor realm.
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In the mountains behind Lingqi Cliff, Lin Huang felt that his life was really worse than that of a pig or a dog.
He didn't care how long he could live.
Live one day at a time.
If you die early, you will be born early.
Anyway, he understood... Pei Xiufu, an old guy, and Lu Donghuang, who looked like a dog, must have had grudges with Lin Taiqing back then.
The more you say it's for your own good, the more cruel and vicious your actions become.
Lin Huang didn't like Jun Qingcheng for a moment.
Can't you just stay in Xingtian Temple? You have to come to Qingtian Martial Palace. Even if it's not Qingtian Martial Palace...otherwise, how could you fall into the hands of two old devils?
Time passes quietly like water.
Lin Huang was beaten like a dog every day.
Like a dead dog.
Worse than a dead dog.
Until one day, I don’t know how long it took, Pei Xiufu was carrying a little turtle and beating Lin Huang to death. A shield of vitality suddenly appeared around Lin Huang. His skin gradually turned light blue, and he climbed on it.
With traces of mysterious and complex lines, it looks particularly mysterious.
Upon closer inspection, the lines on Lin Huang's body are slightly similar to the lines on the back of the little turtle.
clang clang clang......
When Lin Huang's whole body transformed into green, and the runes spread all over his body, when the little turtle slapped Lin Huang again, it was bounced back, making a crisp sound of gold and stone.
Pei Xiufu's snow-white eyebrows suddenly raised, then he put the little turtle on the ground, threw a bottle of wine to the latter, and chuckled: "Thank you very much!"
Ever since the little turtle was fed by Tang Xiaoqi, every time it saw wine, it was as excited as when it saw its little wife. It suddenly stood upright on its feet, then held the wine bottle in both hands and carried the heavy turtle on its back.
Shell started running like crazy, faster than a rabbit.
"That's what happened!"
Looking at Lin Huang's light blue skin, which was tight and full of explosive power, as indestructible as a steel city wall, Pei Xiufu stretched out his hand and flicked it, with a smile on his face.
Lin Huang suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that this stage of body tempering was finally over.
Later, Lin Huang didn't bother to care about the earth-shaking inside his body and passed out directly...
After Lin Huang passed out and died, Lu Donghuang came over and asked Pei Xiufu next to him, "Is it done?"
Pei Xiufu nodded silently, "The second stage of physical training is considered complete. As for how to stabilize the world in the body later, it depends on him!"
"He should be very resistant to beatings in the future!"
Lu Donghuang continued.
"Judging from the current situation, most people in the realm of King Wu can't beat him." Pei Xiufu nodded and said, "This is all due to fate... I have been fishing by the lake for more than ten years, and it has not appeared. As a result, it was
This little girl Tang Xiaoqi was cooked to death."
"Then what is it..."
Lu Donghuang pointed to the little turtle doing drunken fist in the distance and asked Pei Xiufu.
Pei Xiufu shook his head and patted Lu Donghuang on the shoulder, "Think about it...how many people have been able to use Xuanwu as their martial spirit in the past ten thousand years in the mainland!"
Lu Donghuang's eyes narrowed and his figure froze on the spot.
"How is your soul training going?"
Pei Xiufu suddenly asked Lu Donghuang.
"I can survive twelve reincarnations in the millstone at once!"
Lu Donghuang said, "His formation strength is firmly at the peak of the fifth-level formation master. If he can persist in twenty-four reincarnations, he can enter the sixth-level formation master's realm."
Pei Xiufu nodded, "Let him enter the sixth-level formation master early. The battle for the kingship and the battle for the Zhongzhou martial arts arena are about to begin. If he does not have enough self-protection strength, he will face the siege of the three sects and six mansions."
Kill him, it will be difficult for him to survive!"
Lu Donghuang nodded calmly.
"Then the following training..."
Lu Donghuang asked.
"Thrown to the bottom of the spiritual energy cliff, although he has entered the peak realm of Wuhou, the spiritual energy accumulated in his body is not enough. Once other people push the door and enter the road, after coming out of the battle to seal the king, there will definitely be a lot of rush.
A genius who is above the fourth level of King Wu. And he can only reach the first level of King Wu. The gap is too big!"
"The lowest level of Lingqi Cliff?"
Lu Donghuang frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
Pei Xiufu smiled and nodded, "How are you? Do you miss me?"
"Ahem!"
Lu Donghuang coughed twice and said with a smile: "Great place!"
Lin Huang was still in a coma, and Lu Donghuang and Pei Xiufu decided Lin Huang's happy fate with a word and a word...