Quickly put on his shorts, and Wang Feng's complexion slowly returned to calm, because he knew that the cultivation of Xingyi Fist was about to begin.

"Cultivating Xingyi Fist, what you pay attention to is speed, you first run ten laps around the edge of the surroundings. Sure enough, at this time, the ghost was worried and spoke, not to teach him to practice Xingyi Fist, but to let him run.

"Isn't it practicing martial arts, how is it running?" Wang Feng said the doubts in his heart.

"Don't talk nonsense, at this point in the time you spoke, you have already run halfway, take out your fastest speed, and if you can't meet the requirement in my heart, I will never teach you Xingyi Fist. The ghost opened his mouth sadly, very ruthless.

"Good. Gritting his teeth, Wang Feng didn't say more, because he knew that there must be a reason for the ghost to say this, but it was just ten laps, and he was completely able to persevere.

After cultivating, not only did his strength improve, but even his endurance was stronger I don't know how many times, the top floor of this building was circled together, roughly only about a hundred meters, and ten circles were only one thousand meters, for him, there was no challenge at all.

After running ten laps quickly, Wang Feng's heartbeat did not accelerate much, and he was at ease.

"It's too slow, give me ten more laps. Looking at Wang Feng, who stopped, the ghost saw a cold snort.

"Yes. Wang Feng nodded, and then ran at great speed again.

He's fast, even faster than the world's most famous sprinter champion right now.

It was only after he had completed ten laps again that he got the same phrase again.

"Not enough speed, 10 more laps. ”

"It's too slow, keep running. ”

"Didn't you eat? Run me twenty laps. ”

"Go on!"

……

On the huge top floor, only the indifferent voice of the ghost saw sorrow resounded again, and in less than half an hour, Wang Feng had at least run around the edge for more than a hundred laps.

Although his body was very strong, he couldn't help this kind of torture, and now he felt that his legs were about to become subconscious movements, and his heartbeat accelerated a lot.

After another ten laps, Wang Feng's feet stopped in front of the ghost, and said with a bitter face: "Master, are you qualified this time?"

"What do you say?" a smile appeared on Ghost's worried face, but the smile was a little cold, and he said, "Give me fifty laps." ”

"What?" Hearing his words, Wang Feng wondered if there was something wrong with his ears, he had run more than 100 laps, and he had come for 50 laps?

If this is really a cow, it must be exhausted, right?

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to run, let's slowly cultivate Xingyi Fist by yourself. "The ghost is sad and open, and he is about to leave.

"Okay, I'll run!" Gritting his teeth, Wang Feng still ran again, since he could hold on to a hundred laps, he could still withstand fifty laps.

"The master's requirements for the junior are too strict. At the entrance of the roof, He Tian also saw the situation here, and couldn't help but shake his head.

At the beginning, he also cultivated Xingyi Fist under the guidance of Ghost Sorrow, but compared with the current Wang Feng, he is actually much luckier, Wang Feng's current running speed is far faster than he was at the beginning, so if he cultivates Xingyi Fist, there should not be much problem, but Ghost Sorrow now seems to be really forcing Wang Feng to run.

It is said that Master Yan is a high apprentice, so although He Tian sympathized with Wang Feng, he didn't walk in, because there was nothing for him here, and he didn't dare to disturb.

Called two shrewd guards at the door, he went to his own business, protecting Bei Yunxue was something that Wang Feng handed over to him, how could he complete his task in Wang Feng's period of time, otherwise Wang Feng would not be blamed for going out of the customs.

Circle after circle, Wang Feng only felt that his legs were trembling, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest, and he now even felt very difficult to breathe.

In less than an hour, after more than 100 laps, he couldn't hold on anymore.

Taking a big gulp of air, Wang Feng's speed couldn't help but slow down, and his complexion became extremely pale because of the lack of blood supply from the rapid running, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

"If you want to be strong, keep running for me, if you want to protect the people around you, keep running, and if you fall, don't think I'll teach you Xingyi Quan again." At this time, the voice of the ghost was worried, deliberately stimulating Wang Feng.

It is Wang Feng's wish to be strong, and it is Wang Feng's wish to protect the people around him, thinking of Sister Xue, Wang Feng only felt that his legs seemed to have strength, and he ran quickly.

Yes, I must not fall, Sister Xue still needs to protect herself, so I can't fall down!

If the ghost is worried, it really stimulates Wang Feng, so at this moment, Wang Feng seems to be crazy, like a crazy bison, galloping, faster than when he first ran.

It was like a pitch-black wind blowing again, and at this moment, Wang Feng's speed was extremely fast, leaving only one afterimage after another.

Legs, I don't know where the strength comes from, the more Wang Feng runs, the more he feels that the strength is sufficient, as if he has inexhaustible strength, he doesn't even know when he finished fifty laps, and he continues to run wildly.

In the center of the venue, Wang Feng, who looked like crazy, couldn't help but smile with relief.

After about twenty minutes of rapid running, Wang Feng couldn't remember how many laps he had run, in short, he had to stop when he felt that he really couldn't hold on.

At this moment, his legs were numb, as if they were about to be broken, and his heart had reached a fast beat that was impossible for ordinary people to achieve, that is, he had external strength to cultivate, and his blood vessels were far harder than normal people.

If it weren't for that, his heart would have to explode at this moment.

When he came to the front of the ghost, Wang Feng couldn't even speak, if it wasn't for the ghost to help him, he would have to fall to the ground.

"Division...... Fu, this time...... Is it qualified?" Although it was very difficult to speak, Wang Feng still gritted his teeth and came up with such a sentence.

"It's still slow, but you're barely qualified. The ghost spoke, and his voice became quiet again.

Hearing his words, Wang Feng smiled bitterly, but he didn't know what to say, this was already the limit of what his body could tolerate, and he was still not satisfied.

"Let's take a break. Putting Wang Feng on the ground, Ghost Sorrow took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, and then smeared it on Wang Feng's legs, wiping it evenly.

Wang Feng didn't know what the potion was, but the potion applied to his leg made him feel very good, and it seemed that even the soreness had been reduced a lot.

"Don't move yet, I'll massage it for you. The ghost opened his mouth with sorrow, and then squatted down like this and gently pressed his legs for Wang Feng to get up.

These legs have been running for so long, and the muscles are completely sore, if this is not dealt with in time, there may be some sequelae, so how could the ghost see sorrow allow such a thing to happen.

It took about five minutes for a massage.

"Okay, you don't have to train today, you can rest first, and we'll continue today. Dropping such a sentence, the ghost didn't bother Wang Feng when he saw it, and walked straight down to the roof.

After he left, Wang Feng didn't go anywhere, but just lay here like this, it wasn't that he didn't want to go, but he couldn't lift his legs at all now, and he was sore, so in the end he simply didn't leave, and just lay here all night.

The next day, he was awakened by the harsh sun, and he lay here all night, touching his body, all the dew, and his pants were wet.

Fortunately, his physique was strong, and there was no discomfort coming, and he moved his legs, and Wang Feng found that there was no soreness at all.

Stood up and jumped, full of strength.

Surprised in his heart, Wang Feng also thought that he was able to stand up today, it should be that the potion yesterday had something to do with the ghostly massage.

The ghost is in the world Hua Tuo, and his medical skills are extraordinary, and the places where he massages must be key acupuncture points, not chaotic.

At this time, Wang Feng suddenly heard footsteps, and when he looked at the exit from the roof, the ghost saw that the sorrow had come.

In his hand, he grabbed a piece of something as black as a dead wood branch, put it in front of Wang Feng, and said, "Eat, this is your breakfast." ”

After taking this heavenly treasure, Wang Feng did not dislike it, and directly put it in his mouth and chewed it, because he had eaten this thing many times, and this thing contained spiritual power was full, which was better than any breakfast.

From yesterday to now, he hasn't eaten anything, but he is really a little hungry, so eating this dead wood branch, Wang Feng still feels very delicious.

Hungry people eat everything deliciously, and this truth is indeed true.

"Okay, keep running today, get me moving. Suddenly, the ghost opened his mouth, which made Wang Feng stunned, and asked, "Master, didn't you say yesterday that you had already qualified?

"Didn't I run if I said I was qualified? The ghost opened his mouth, and his voice became much louder.

"Yes. Although some disdainful of the master's words, Wang Feng still ran.

This time, he was a lot faster than yesterday, and he didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

After a hundred laps, he felt that his heartbeat was very stable and did not speed up, what was going on?

"Keep running. The indifferent voice of the ghost saw sorrow, and Wang Feng had to run again.

This time, it was a full hundred laps, and Wang Feng felt a little struggling.

Of course, this is just a little difficult, he can continue to persevere, yesterday he ran 150 laps and was already a little unable to persevere, now 200 laps have passed he can still run, a lot of progress.

After almost four hundred laps, Wang Feng felt that he couldn't hold on anymore, and gasped for breath.

"Alright, it's time to rest. At this time, the ghost saw sorrow and opened his mouth and made Wang Feng stop.

Still the same as yesterday, the ghost saw that he applied potion to Wang Feng's legs and massaged them, and then he was ready to stand and leave.

But just before he was about to leave, Wang Feng stopped him and asked, "Master, I couldn't hold on for so long yesterday, why did I make so much progress today?"

"Yesterday you broke through your own limits, that's why you have made so much progress, let's get here today, this is a piece of relaxation, if it goes on for a long time, your legs will be wasted, so let's take a break today." After saying this, he turned around and left, which made Wang Feng groan for a while.

Breaking through the limit, it has made such a big progress, more than half of it, if you break through the limit every day, won't your speed be against the sky?

After resting for a while, Wang Feng felt a little better, and then he entered the roof and found a place to cultivate.

Because he wants to cultivate Xingyi Fist, he can't leave here now, and even the phone call has confiscated the ghost's worries, so he can only cultivate.