Sun Huo slowly opened his arms and started moving. After a while, he helped loosen his crossed legs and started kneading them vigorously. Jing = After sitting for so long, his whole body was numb and his blood was numb.
It’s not as smooth anymore.
After kneading for a while, he felt that the feeling in his two legs had almost recovered. Sun Huo slowly stood up from the futon and stretched out with difficulty.
After habitually patting the dust off his body a few times, Sun Huo then began to move his hands and feet from slow to fast, and his body made popping sounds from time to time.
Sun Huo really didn't understand how he could sit here for so long. Such a thing has never happened to him since he started practicing martial arts.
After lowering his head and thinking for a while, he didn't get the answer, so Sun Huo didn't intend to delve into it further. He leaned over and picked up the crystal ball on the ground, then lifted the restrictions on the weapon refining room, pushed open the stone door and walked out.
But when he came to the room where the red-faced old man usually stayed, he saw that there was no one inside.
After pondering for a while, Sun Huo turned around and left, and quickly came to the entrance of Tiangong Hall. Here he saw three other weapon-refining disciples, who were in charge of receiving the visitors.
Seeing that one of them was free, Sun Huo quickly stepped forward, raised his hands and saluted, "Hello, Senior Brother Wei."
"Oh, it's Junior Brother Sun. What do I have to do with Senior Brother?"
The person who responded to him was an ordinary-looking young man in his twenties or seventies. Although this young man was at the tenth level of Qi training like Sun Huo, he acted aloof and arrogant towards Sun Huo.
He had already heard from other people that the newcomer in front of him was originally going to be sent to work with a group of rough men to hammer steel. Unexpectedly, he was originally a blacksmith, and he was brought out again after he failed to make things difficult.
Regarding Sun Huo's humble background, he felt from the bottom of his heart that he was a vulgar and despicable person who got in by sheer luck. He was really not qualified to talk to his fellow disciples.
"Senior Brother Wei, I would like to ask where Master Zhang has gone. Junior Brother, I went over there just now and saw that he was not in the room." Sun Huo asked calmly.
"You said Master Zhang, let me think about it." The young man dug his ears with his little finger. After letting Sun Huo stand for a while, he spoke slowly. "He left Tiangong Hall yesterday, and I don't know.
When will you come back?"
Seeing the young man giving him such a look, Sun Huo's expression did not change much. He still politely thanked him and said goodbye, turned around and walked back to the palace.
But he had only taken a few steps when he heard the young man muttering secretly. "A new disciple who has just started has a whim to establish a relationship with a master of weapon refining, without even considering how much he weighs."
2. What a brainless Liba."
After hearing such words, Sun Huo's steps did not stop, and he continued to move at the original speed without changing his expression. His eyes suddenly lit up, and murderous intent flashed across his eyes.
When he was brought to know the original disciples in the Heavenly Palace, the identity of the inner disciple of Sun Huo was not introduced. After the blacksmithing incident, it has now become a reason to be bullied.<
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Even though this young man was so offensive to him, Sun Huo didn't want to teach him a lesson now. First, he was new here, and being on bad terms with others would make it difficult for him to get along with others in the Tiangong Palace. Second, he had just been appreciated.
If a conflict arises over this trivial matter and the old man's good impression is ruined, then it is a small gain at a loss.
Since the old man had previously told him to wait for three days, he could only go back and continue waiting.
Thinking that he had done nothing wrong, Sun Huo returned to the weapon refining room he had just left.
Compared to returning to the living room in the Golden Hall, it is more convenient here, and it is also quiet after turning on the blocking ban.
After pacing back and forth for several times, Sun Huo decided to try practicing this unknown body-training technique first. Otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to spend the remaining time. After all, waiting is always so slow and tiring. Fortunately, this method is not as difficult as it seemed at first sight. With so many experiences and experiences as reference, I can understand it more or less.
Thinking that he might experience physical pain and discomfort while practicing, Sun Huo simply untied his clothes and stripped himself naked, then sat down cross-legged on the futon.
After sitting quietly for a while to clear away all distracting thoughts, Sun Huo began to make secrets with his hands, and at the same time, he began to silently recite the first-level skills.
Not long after he started practicing, Sun Huo felt a difference. The mana and spiritual energy in his body no longer seemed like simple running water, flowing smoothly through the meridians in his body.
This feeling is like a little bit of sand entrained in the water, which is now being quickly moved up, hitting and scratching the inner walls of the meridians, causing numbness and itch to spread from the body.
If this kind of pain and itching were placed on the surface of the body, it would naturally be cured by just scratching it. But now that it is happening inside the body, there is nothing that can be done.
As the gong= method continues to operate, this numb and itchy feeling becomes more and more intense and begins to turn into a stinging pain.
This feeling is not unfamiliar to Sun Huo. When he lifted Qing Luo's restriction from death out of good intentions, he was treated like this. It was as if there were countless tiny sharp knives in his body, which were killing all his body parts.
The muscles were torn apart, and then healed immediately.
It's just that the feeling at this time, although far less intense than at that time, is still the same continuous, as if being tortured, which destroys the mind and makes it unable to bear the torture and collapse and give up.
Time passed bit by bit. Sun Huo's body emitted a faint gray light and was trembling slightly. It was completely different from his usual calm appearance when practicing magic.
If anyone was watching, they could see dense bloodshot streaks appearing on the surface of Sun Huo's skin. The green veins were fiercely protruding into knots, which were a bit thicker than when he was performing the Zhengyang Gong. p>
What's strange is that on the surface of its body, there is a bulge the size of a walnut, which is like a living creature slowly walking along a specific trajectory.
As expected at first, Sun Huo was dripping with sweat all over his body, as if he had just come out of the water, and even the ground beneath him was wet.
Sun Huo was not expecting such a big reaction during practice, because according to the description of his experience in the jade slip, it would not be to such an extent.
But when he reached a certain stage with his kung fu, the spiritual power in his body suddenly accelerated, causing the cramping pain in his body to instantly amplify by nearly half.
At this juncture, Sun Huo also knew that he could not stop suddenly, as that would only bring more unpredictable damage to his body, so he could only endure it with grit and hard work.
I don't know how long it took before the gray light on Sun Huo gradually disappeared, and it was time to finish the exercise.
Exhaling a long breath, Sun Huo opened his eyes and relaxed. Although his face looked tired, he could not hide his joy at this time.
He stretched his fingers and clenched his fist. Although he couldn't see any difference at all, Sun Huo could feel that his body began to undergo some inexplicable changes compared to before.
I thought I just started practicing with the idea of trying it out. During the first time, I might encounter a lot of obscure bottlenecks, and I need to understand and break through them one by one in the future.
Unexpectedly, the whole process was running quite smoothly, with almost no major obstacles encountered. The only difficulty was that the pain suddenly increased in the second half, requiring the use of more energy.
It takes all the effort to endure it.
With such a smooth practice, Sun Huo would naturally not refuse such an unexpected surprise, and he didn't find it strange at all.
After all, I have the foundation of Dacheng Zhengyang Gong, and I have been able to exert nearly half of the power of this unnamed Gong = Fa Di = first level. I think the two should have a lot in common in the development of the physical body.
It's just that the power of this vigorous cultivation is more refined and can develop greater potential.
As for the second and third level techniques, it shouldn’t be that easy. Sun Huo thought to himself with great self-knowledge.
Standing up and looking at the large sweat stains on the ground and the sweaty appearance of his shirtless body, Sun Huo couldn't help but have a helpless smile on his face.
It is indeed too vulgar to look like this after daily practice. It is no wonder that there are few successors in the Lixiu Society. After all, most immortals still pride themselves on being pure and noble, and they cannot see such a vulgar appearance. After cleaning up the place, Sun Huo no longer stayed any longer and went straight out of the refining room, returned to the Golden Hall and fell asleep.
For him, practicing this skill requires more sleep to relieve physical and mental fatigue, not some analgesic and healing elixir.
In the next month, in addition to the old man, he set aside an hour every day to explain to Sun Huo the basic knowledge of the art of weapon refining, and personally gave him demonstrations and guidance.
In the rest of the time, he either devoted himself to studying the Han family's two weapon refining classics, or practiced two techniques. In order to prevent his martial arts from being wasted, he would often go to the cave where the magic weapons were stored.
=Zhong was moving his hands and feet. They were all broken and scrapped anyway, so he didn’t need to worry about damaging anything. He lived a very regular life like this.
If there is anything strange about it, when Sun Huo handed the crystal ball to the old man at first, the old man just said "Your loyalty is commendable" and took it back lightly without giving any reward.
Or say more words of encouragement.
This made him feel embarrassed even if he wanted to ask what role the crystal ball could play.
Although he was a little confused, the old man's reaction to this matter was surprisingly cold, but the complexity of the weapon refining skills that followed quickly attracted his attention, and he completely forgot about the matter.
Another thing is that the newbie Sun Huo was able to learn the art of weapon refining from the old man's side, as if he had become half a disciple. Such a change could not help but make the other disciples in Tiangong Hall who did not know the inside story.
I was stunned.
Because of the old man's secrecy, and because Sun Huo never took the initiative to explain his inner sect identity to others, everyone just regarded him as an ordinary new disciple.
Although he was very jealous, due to the fact that he was still being favored, no one took the initiative to trouble Sun Huo for a while. It was just that when they met on a daily basis, they would naturally be indifferent and abnormal.
Sun Huo didn't want to think too much about this. He was bearing a heavy responsibility for himself, and he just wanted to be able to practice quietly for a while without being disturbed.