In the Storm Boxing Club, Zhao Feng was lying on his back in a pool of blood, still palpitating about the "little episode" that had just happened, he struggled to get up, raised his eyes and looked around, empty.

Taking a slow breath, the skin veins were locked, the blood veins were running, the silver blood filled the body, and the strong medicinal power poured the remnants of the body, repairing the injuries at an incredible speed, and in less than a minute, Zhao Feng opened his eyes.

"The flesh and blood on the skin surface already have a cultivation foundation, the damage is not big, the key is the bones......" Zhao Feng touched the sunken chest, including the vertebrae in the lower back, which had been broken, and now he was able to stand up, completely supported by the flesh veins, and reinforced by the tightly locked skin veins, so he could barely move.

However, in this state, Zhao Feng couldn't bend over, he could only walk normally, and his hands couldn't exert force, almost half-useless.

Half an hour later, Zhao Feng returned to his residence, and without even washing off the blood stains on his body, he directly began to start the first cultivation of the bone veins.

There are two sets of sixteen sets of auxiliary movements for the bone veins, each group has two branches, and each branch has eight movements, for a total of 512 movements.

The reason why it is divided into two sets is that the cultivator is required to operate two movements at the same time, and each group corresponds to a specific part of the bone, and the branch is to exercise the joint details more deeply, so normally speaking, the branch is cultivated one by one according to the eight movements of each branch, until one group of movements is refined, and then the next group is refined.

Zhao Feng still tentatively tried to perform Tai Chi, after all, it has a bonus to the cultivation of skin veins and flesh veins, and maybe it is the same for bone veins, but the result is that he thinks too much, and Tai Chi is not omnipotent.

"If you want to act normally, you have to let the vertebrae ......recover first," Zhao Feng picked out the two groups of cultivating the spine from the action group, and selected the branch movements for the fracture from them.

"Isn't it...... The first movement of this branch is to bow backwards......"

The waist bone is broken, and he has to bow his waist backwards, Zhao Feng is really a little worried that he will never be able to break it back if he "folds" it backwards, and he doesn't have to think about it to know that this action must be extremely painful for the fracture.

Another branching movement that is a complete set of this movement requires the legs to be separated in the duck sitting motion, the arms and shoulders are raised in a line, and the elbows are naturally drooped so that the elbows and arms are at a 90-degree angle, and then the waist is bowed back in this movement, and the hands are kept on the ground.

This action not only hurts the waist greatly, but even has great requirements for the knee joints, Zhao Feng does not belong to the type with a soft physique, and it is already very difficult for the duck to sit, not to mention the backward bowing of the waist.

However, fortunately, Zhao Feng has just suffered a heavy injury, and his legs also have more or less signs of fractures.

Gritting his teeth, as Zhao Feng slowly sat down, he fell to the ground in an extremely distorted posture, and then leaned back, insisting on using the skin and flesh to stick to the back almost against the ground, and then propping it up with both arms, at this time, Zhao Feng's thighs were already in a state of tension near the limit, almost exerting the limit of what the muscles could pull to the extreme, and with a little force, the muscles were broken!

At this time, Zhao Feng first removed the fixation of the skin veins, and purely used the flesh veins to maintain the linkage of the spine, gritting his teeth, and his abdomen was straightened up.

"Click!"

"Shhh

The fracture of the spine caused a secondary fracture, and Zhao Feng couldn't help but gasp because of the pain, and even his clenched teeth trembled slightly, making a noise of grinding his teeth.

Zhao Feng completed the action with difficulty, but this was not all, he had to maintain this action for a quarter of an hour, and to cooperate with the double veins of skin and flesh to continuously impact the fracture, at least ten full impacts within a quarter of an hour!

Nowadays, Zhao Feng's skin vein power is thirty catties, the power of the flesh vein is almost twenty catties, and the force of one blow is fifty catties at the fracture of the spine, and it has to be carried out ten times, this kind of cultivation method is no different from "self-harm"!

"It's a feeling...... It's like forging my flesh and bones...... If I can't hold on, it means that I am at this level......" Zhao Feng sweated in pain, and the feeling of dissipation of consciousness struck again, but he still maintained the last trace of self-awareness, like a candle in the wind.

Weak, never extinguished!

The flesh gradually got used to the action, Zhao Feng took a half breath, and urged the skin and flesh to impact the back waist together!

Boom!

It was difficult to bear the huge force, Zhao Feng's back fell to the ground, although he was forced, but this time the impact was a failure, because the cultivation standard required that when the force was applied, the cultivator had to keep his movements without large fluctuations.

"Come again!"

Zhao Feng slowly straightened his waist, and half a minute later, he hit together again!

Boom!

"Come again!"

Boom!

......

Failure, failure, failure, failure, failure!

Even if he didn't succeed once, Zhao Feng even began to wonder if there was something wrong with his cultivation method, he recalled the description of the bone vein cultivation method, as well as the analysis of the movements, there was no mistake.

"It shouldn't be like this...... It shouldn't be like this......"

After nine failures, Zhao Feng was now unable to straighten his waist anymore, he lay on his back, looking at the blackened ceiling, his mind was blank.

"Or am I thinking too naïve......"

Zhao Feng's thoughts went back to the past, in reality, he achieved nothing, and accidentally obtained the Eight Desolation Martial Arts, although he was full of enthusiasm to cultivate, but deep down he actually had a trace of escape from reality.

In reality, hard work may not be rewarded, no matter how you say to yourself, "Try harder, try again, I will succeed in the end", but what is the use of doing more?

Reality only looks at the surface, only focuses on data and achievements, without these, no matter how good you do, it is useless.

Either buy data and go along with reality, or stick to being yourself, but the results are often unsatisfactory.

Zhao Feng couldn't do it, so he fled.

Maybe by escaping to the world of cultivation, I can live a better life?

But the truth is that the world of cultivation is still realistic, and even more cruel!

Pessimism and negativity spread in his heart, Zhao Feng was unwilling, but what could he do? He was no longer able to hold on......

"...... again"

"One more ......"

"Just ...... once"

"Moving...... Get moving......"

The back waist is half a centimeter off the ground, and then sinks violently, back and forth several times, and the ending does not change.

"Move...... Quick Motion...... Even a centimeter can be ...... Give me !!."

There are no miracles in reality.

Only consciousness is immortal!

The spine straightened, Zhao Feng urged the divine power again, accompanied by the ever-strengthening heartbeat, and smashed angrily-

"Bang!!"

This blow broke the shackles of life and regained everything that should have belonged to Zhao Feng!

Bone veins!

Start here and relive the legend!

Zhao Feng only felt that an invisible force was derived from the strike, condensed but not dispersed, echoing with the spine, like an invisible bone.

"Again!!"

Taking advantage of the situation to pursue, Zhao Feng urged the force to slam in, every time he received the impact, the invisible bone would grow by one point, and as the tenth impact fell, the invisible force melted into the bone, and a burst of "pulse" came out of the spine.

"It's the bone vein! I feel the bone vein!"

Zhao Feng was overjoyed, but the subsequent discovery made him stunned.

After ten exercises, the fracture of the spine repaired itself, but there was a gap of nearly five centimeters between the repaired bones, which was not fatal, but if the gap was forcibly squeezed, it would definitely cause Zhao Feng's height to shrink seriously.

The height of one meter seventy-five is very ordinary, Zhao Feng is also very satisfied, he has no intention of increasing his height, but he also does not want to become shorter, in the face of this problem, there seems to be no better solution.

Just when Zhao Feng was in a dilemma, he suddenly felt that the beast instinct in his body was passively triggered!

But what surprised Zhao Feng even more was that although the beast instinct was triggered, it was in a wonderful state, unlike the previous obedience to Long Yin, this time the instinct was fear of the strong.

Not even a dragon could make the beast instinctively show such trembling fear!

Zhao Feng looked at it again and found something that looked like black charcoal hanging from the ceiling.

"It's the amputated vertebrae!"

Zhao Feng was stunned, the true face of the black charcoal was actually the blackened vertebrae brought back from the Cipher Mansion.

At this moment, the mysterious vertebrae hung one meter above Zhao Feng, and the beast instinctively had a fear of this vertebrae, and at the same time, Zhao Feng also sensed a very uncomfortable ominous aura from this mysterious bone.

"It's never a good thing......"

As soon as Zhao Feng's words fell, the mysterious vertebrae fell suddenly-

In the next scene, the intestines were pierced, and the spine was reached, and the gap that was originally only about five centimeters was pulled to nine centimeters with a tough attitude, and the mysterious black bone replaced the void and merged with Zhao Feng's vertebrae!

"Roar!!

Zhao Feng roared in pain, but the sound that came out of his mouth was an amazing beast roar, this sound broke through all tangible obstacles, went straight to the nine heavens, and even the roar dissipated, and its power still spread to the entire land of Shenzhou, causing a butterfly effect......

The silver blood returned and automatically repaired the wound on Zhao Feng's abdomen, and at the same time, it also showed that the mysterious black bone had completely become a part of Zhao Feng's body, and the black bone was not rejected, and was even naturally accepted by the blood veins and flesh veins, and the bone marrow and blood veins extended into the black bones, except that the color and size were obviously different from the growth vertebrae, there was no abnormality.

Zhao Feng lost consciousness in the roar, not because of pain, but because of his consciousness in order to accept the "new" alien black bones, he took the initiative to enter the "repair and renewal", and Zhao Feng, as the main consciousness, entered a temporary sleep......

In the dream, Zhao Feng heard the sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit singing.

With the unfolding of the field of vision, Zhao Feng saw a Daxiong Treasure Palace, his mind moved, his consciousness drifted into the hall with the sound, and he saw a big Buddha golden body, for the world to worship for many years, the incense in the Ding furnace continued, but there was only one monk in the hall, although the appearance was young, but the Buddha's light and treasure appearance, the face was pious, and he kept chanting the mantra of the past.

Suddenly, the sound of the wooden fish stopped, and the monk opened his eyes and got up, took off his robe, and picked up a demon-slaying pestle from the altar.

"The mantra of the three thousand lives has been completed, send my Buddha, Amitabha-"

The monk said, but he smashed the demon pestle in his hand towards the golden body of the Buddha!

Surprise! What is the reason why the monk killed the Buddha?

Mysterious black bones, is it a blessing or a curse for Zhao Feng?

As a human father, will Yaya's life experience bring trouble to Zhao Feng?

When he first entered the casual cultivation, how long can Zhao Feng's identity be hidden?

Will the invitation of Sword Pavilion Sword Peerless become an opportunity for Zhao Feng to enter the cultivation circle?

Hundreds of immortals come to confess, how many variables will there be?

How will the Divine Sword Dragon Scales, the Mysterious Dragon Yin, the Xiuzhen Tomb, the Old Site of the Immortal Gate, the Nine Dragon Walls of Shenzhou, and the Hundred Weapons Contest and the Heavenly Weapon Selection that Bai Ze predicted to be coming?

As Zhao Feng drifts away on the path of cultivation, how will he deal with the balance between cultivation and the world, and what adventures will he encounter?

For more exciting, please continue to pay attention to the second volume of "Urban Mortal Cultivation" - Urban Legend.

The First Volume: Eight Desolation Martial Veins - End!