In the early morning, a thin pale white mist envelops the top of the back mountain, and the roar of the waterfall echoes through the mountain with a fresh breeze.

Squinting at his sleepy eyes, Chen Moyang gritted his teeth and looked at the soul body floating in the air, and his heart couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Old man, you should tell me what the method is" After waiting for a long time without a sound, Chen Moyang couldn't help but look at the Fog Spirit Sect and asked.

Hearing the voice, the fog spirit who looked at the waterfall turned around, looking at the young man's little face that obviously didn't sleep well, a look of pride flashed in his heart, but he still pretended to be serious and said on his face: "Ahem, that Moyang, didn't you rest last night, why is your face so bad and the dark circles under your eyes so heavy." ”

Seeing that the wrinkles on the fog spirit's face were about to run together, the smile was that everyone knew that he was deliberate, Chen Moyang hurriedly took a few deep breaths and calmed down, otherwise he would have to kick his foot on the old face of an unknown number of years.

"Don't you know if I slept well, good master! Chen Moyang asked indignantly.

Looking at the young man's deflated appearance, the fog spirit laughed in a dark voice, "If you see that waterfall, you can just go and stand under the waterfall." ”

"What, old man, you're not joking, are you?!" trembling his voice and stiffening his little face, Chen Moyang couldn't help but look back at the roaring waterfall.

The huge waterfall was like a giant beast, smashing into the mountain stream fiercely, and the huge sound released made Chen Moyang shiver fiercely.

"Don't doubt it, that's right. If you see the bluestone under the waterfall, you just go and stand on it. Ignoring Chen Moyang, who had a pale face, Wu Ling pointed to the bluestone not far away, and said with some schadenfreude.

Immediately, regardless of Chen Moyang's struggle, his spiritual power was permeated, and he turned into a palm like carrying a bird, carrying Chen Moyang's back collar and falling down to the waterfall.

"Don't, don't, old man, let go of me, look at my little arms and legs, how can I stand it. Chen Moyang kept struggling in mid-air, looking at the approaching waterfall, he really wanted to faint.

"Flutter. ”

Chen Moyang was ruthlessly put down. With his hands folded, the Mist Spirit stepped back lightly, sitting cross-legged on a boulder.

"Boy, don't think about running, this training is only good for you, no harm. Watching Chen Moyang swim quickly towards the shore, with a wave of the dry palm of the fog spirit, a spiritual power turned into a long whip and hit Chen Moyang's side, causing a splash.

The cold air in his ears frightened Chen Moyang, and he scolded with a sad face: "Damn, old man, you want to murder." ”

"Hurry up, or next time the whip will not hit you in the water, but on you. The mist spirit raised his palm again, and a long whip made of spiritual power appeared in mid-air again.

Glancing at the mist spirit with resentment, Chen Moyang stiffened his hands and slowly swam in the direction of the bluestone. Seeing this, the misty spirit nodded in satisfaction.

The "boom" sound was getting closer and closer, and Chen Moyang, who knew that he couldn't dodge, gritted his teeth, climbed the bluestone, and slowly approached the water of the waterfall.

"Smack"

The muffled sound of the water coming into contact with the flesh and skin was particularly harsh. Before Chen Moyang, who had time to stand firmly, was rushed down the bluestone by a huge impact. Severe pain followed, and Chen Moyang wanted to scold his mother.

"Go on!" Seeing this, the fog spirit who was sitting cross-legged waved his hand and said calmly.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Moyang climbed onto the bluestone again, and the same impact hit his body again, Chen Moyang hurriedly clasped his toes on the bluestone, and ran the aura, delusionally resisting this force. A few seconds later, the figure was swept down the bluestone again.

"Hiss!" The pain made Chen Moyang take a breath, but Chen Moyang's arrogance was also completely stimulated. Looking at the waterfall that was cascading down, I pounced on it again.

Again and again, when the fog spirit in the distance saw this scene, he couldn't help but be a little impressed by Chen Moyang's willpower.

......

A month later.

In the silence of the mountain stream, the breeze brought a sound of beating, which lasted for a long time.

Under the bluestone under the waterfall, Chen Moyang's legs were like tree stumps, his teeth were clenched, cold sweat was flowing on his forehead, and on his body, which was only wearing a pair of shorts, there were cyan bruises all over it.

The water continued to hit Chen Moyang's body, and where he passed, the cyan bruises were particularly dazzling.

The corners of his mouth trembled violently, Chen Moyang took a deep breath of cool air, only to feel a hot pain rushing to the bottom of his heart, under this pain, Chen Moyang couldn't help but feel a little weak in his legs and feet, almost unable to support it, and was washed down by the water.

After the severe pain, it is the thin aura that flows through the body at a very fast speed, and the aura seems to be more active than usual under the stimulation of the pain, and the meridians and acupuncture points where the bruises are located are slowly repaired, and the slight coolness slowly penetrates into the bones and muscles, and slowly strengthens.

Time kept passing, and Chen Moyang's body finally reached the limit of what he could bear in the continuous destruction and repair, and his legs and feet were washed out by the water as soon as he was weak.

Crawling up to the shore with great difficulty, he looked at the misty spirit who was looking at him with satisfaction, and cracked his mouth with difficulty: "Old man, how is it?"

"It's good, I've been under the waterfall for half an hour today, and it's much better than you started with. The misty spirit nodded with a smile on his face, and there was an imperceptible exclamation in his old eyes. Over the past month, Chen Moyang's willpower and perseverance have exceeded his expectations, breaking his perception of his patience with him again and again.

After listening to the words of the fog spirit, Chen Moyang slowly breathed a sigh of relief, gasped violently a few times, and sat cross-legged to run the spirit and repair his body. After his body gradually regained his instincts, he picked up the clothes on the ground and slowly put them on.

The soft fabric touched the bruises, and Chen Moyang, who was in pain, bared his teeth and screamed loudly.

After a short rest, he slowly walked home. When he was about to reach the entrance of the village, the body of the fog spirit twisted, turning into a ray of light and entering Chen Moyang's ring, leaving only the words of concern that had been said many times in the air, "Go back and quickly soak your body with the spring water brought out of the cave, your body is full of bruises, and there are many bruises left in your body, which will leave a dark disease in your body." ”

Since bringing out the spring water of the stone pool in the cave, the fog spirit has been studying what it is in the ring, and although it has not been studied, it has basically understood its effect, which can dredge the blood veins, repair wounds, remove impurities from the body, and strengthen the body. And because of the nature of spiritual determination, Chen Moyang can further absorb the mysterious power in the spring water. Therefore, in the past month, every time he came back scarred, the fog spirit would ask Chen Moyang to soak in spring water.

Walking slowly to the door, Feng Shi looked at Chen Moyang, who was full of fatigue, and asked habitually, "Moyang, are you tired of cultivating?" ”

"Grandpa, I'm fine, I'll go into the house to rest. "In order to conceal the existence of the Mist Spirit Sect, Chen Moyang now doesn't want Fengshi to follow him in his cultivation.

"Stinky boy, I've been mysterious for so long, and I don't know what I'm doing. Seeing Chen Moyang staggering into the house, Feng Shi frowned, touched his beard, and said to himself.

In the room, Chen Moyang, who had long thought that he couldn't stand the pain, closed the doors and windows, poured the spring water into the wooden barrel, quickly took off his clothes, and jumped in with his hands and feet.

The cold spring water stained the skin full of bruises, Chen Moyang suddenly took a comfortable breath, the tingling feeling made him can't help but feel a little fluttery, slowly closed his eyes, his head rested on the wooden barrel, and he didn't move, enjoying a rare calm.

After a while, the room's rapid breathing gradually became calmer, followed by a faint snoring. After a full day of cultivation, Chen Moyang was physically and mentally exhausted, and he could no longer bear the double pressure of physical and mental energy, and fell asleep deeply.

I don't know when the mist spirit floated out, looking at the young man's immature little face that was still full of tiredness after falling asleep, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand, his spiritual power was pervasive, and slowly smoothed Chen Moyang's frowning brows. "Mo Yang, rest assured, the master will definitely do his best to train you into the most powerful martial artist!"

The slumber continued, the strengthening continued, and unconsciously, the spring water was slowly changing from transparent to brown to finally black, which was the impurity in Chen Moyang's body. The mysterious aura contained in the spring water gradually faded away and eventually dissolved into nothingness.

......

The sunlight slowly shone in, Chen Moyang slowly opened his eyes, and he didn't know how long he had slept this night, but he felt that he woke up feeling cool, the pain disappeared, and his muscles were full of strength.

Standing up, Chen Moyang couldn't help but stretch his waist, and the bones in his body crackled violently. Looking at the black spring water in the barrel, Chen Moyang smiled bitterly and was about to explain to his grandfather again.

Feeling the aura in his lower body, Chen Moyang suddenly exclaimed, and hurriedly sat down, and as soon as his handprint knotted, the spirit was running.

The aura in the air seemed to have received some attraction, and slowly gathered around Chen Moyang.

"Oh?!Is this about to break through? Seeing this, the floating mist spirit hurriedly used its spiritual power to arrange the enchantment to prevent outsiders from disturbing it.

Chen Moyang tried his best to absorb the aura, but the meridians were like a fierce beast that could never be fed, eating away at the aura of the outside world. Chen Moyang felt it, and he had already absorbed several times the aura of the middle stage of the promotion exercise, but there was still no sign of a breakthrough.

With a wry smile, he helplessly tried harder to absorb the aura from the outside world, and finally, "poof", as if a switch had been opened in his body, the intensity of Chen Moyang's aura slowly increased, and finally froze, and the surrounding aura slowly dissipated in the air.

The middle stage of the physical realm!

Clenched his fists, Chen Moyang felt the enhanced power in his body, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. But suddenly he thought of something, and looked at the floating mist spirit with a solemn expression.

"Old man, I have finally understood the disadvantages of the spirit decision now, I absorbed so much spiritual energy before I successfully advanced, and after that, the spiritual energy in the air is not enough for me to advance, what should I do?"

When the fog spirit heard Chen Moyang's words, he also showed a distressed look, sighed, and said, "Take your time, there will always be a way." It's really not good, I really have to go to the continent to find places with a lot of spiritual treasures and spiritual energy. ”

Feng Shi, who had already felt the movement, waited quietly outside, calm on the surface, but his hands were constantly rubbing together to indicate that he was not at peace inside.

"Smack"

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Feng Shi hurriedly got up, "Moyang, you, you broke through?"

"Well, grandpa, it's mid-level in the physical realm!" Looking at Feng Shi's expectant look, Chen Moyang put aside the distress just now for the time being, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and nodded vigorously.

Hearing the answer, Feng Shi's eyes couldn't help but reddened a little, "Okay! Okay! In more than two months, you have changed from an ordinary person to the middle stage of the physical training realm, Mo Yang, I believe in you, it won't be long before you will be able to avenge your parents." ”

Chen Moyang looked up at the sky and slowly held back the tears that were about to fall, he didn't want the old man to see that he was not strong.

I believe it too!