Bang bang bang......

Ding Fan didn't waste any time and continued to train himself like a devil. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

With this method, almost no one can afford it, especially the kind of severe pain.

This is total masochism!

But Ding Fan gritted his teeth and insisted on doing it.

He doesn't want to do this either, but if he wants to get ahead and get rid of the slave status, he must pay more effort and sweat than others, and he must work harder and harder than others!

In the deep pit underground, no one bothered.

When he was hungry, he would eat a bite of the flesh and blood of the second-grade demon beast golden-horned elk, Ding Fan didn't care about being cooked or cooked, as long as he could fill his stomach; when he was thirsty, he would drink a little dew from the dead branches and leaves...... Live like a savage!

But he didn't feel bitter, but enjoyed it!

He was now almost entirely focused on demonic high-intensity training.

One day, two days, three days......

Ding Fan had forgotten the time, forgetting that he was participating in the Ding family's annual Xishan Hunting Competition, and forgetting his identity, he was completely selfless in training.

Gradually, his body became stronger and stronger, and his shriveled body gradually became lean, and the muscles were dense and strong, full of explosive power.

A few days later, Ding Fan practiced boxing against the stone wall, from the original 1,000 punches to 5,000 punches, and the weight on his body also increased from the original twenty or thirty catties to seventy or eighty catties, which was three or four times more!

The first layer of "training power" and the second layer of "training qi" in the quenching realm are the foundation of all cultivation, if the strength is not enough, the breath is not good, and no matter how subtle the martial arts are, it is useless.

The purer the strength and the more natural the breath, the greater the martial arts achievements in the future, and the farther you can go!

"Ten thousand punches!"

Seven or eight days later, Ding Fan was carrying a hundred catties of stones, and at the same time, he threw 10,000 punches at the stone wall!

After 10,000 punches, not only was he not exhausted, but he was relaxed, his face was not red, and he was not panting.

On the hard stone walls around the pit, there are deep fist marks left by him everywhere!

Ha!

Suddenly, he let out a low roar, and the stones on his body were suddenly blown out by him, and there was a crackling sound.

Ding Fan stood proudly, and he actually had a bit of majestic momentum, and he was no longer the original lowly servant.

At this moment, he had finally completed the training of strength and breath, and had reached the realm of the third layer of the quenching realm.

"The first layer of training is to exercise one's own strength through various methods, the second layer of training is to train the breath, no matter how intense the training can maintain the naturalness of the breath, and the third layer of training is to exercise through various martial arts moves, so that the whole body is more flexible!"

Ding Fan recalled what Ding Ba had said at the beginning, and his eyes shot with a light of enlightenment.

"In other words, I can finally cultivate the Ding family's 'Ten Thousand Crane Fist' now, as well as the 'Star Sword' left by my master. Hmph, when I have practiced these two martial arts, Granny Mu and the like will no longer be a threat!"

Ding Fan's fists rattled, and his voice was full of confidence.

These days, under the nourishment of the medicinal power of the Golden Lotus Elixir, Ding Fan's body refining can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, not only is his arm strength stronger, but there seems to be a lot of medicinal power in his muscles that has not been exerted.

He believed that once he mastered the Ten Thousand Crane Fist and the Dotted Star Sword, the medicinal power in his body would be further stimulated, and the power would become more ferocious.

He is now all over his body, and the muscles of all parts seem to be hiding a group of rabble bandits, once he cultivates martial arts, let these bandits become entangled into an army that is forbidden by order, it is definitely a fierce and incomparable elite army!

……

"Let's take a look at the 'Dotted Star Sword' left by Master first!"

Ding Fan sat down cross-legged, took out the "Star Sword" cheats book from his arms, and watched it slowly.

This cheatbook is not very thick, but it is densely written, full of small characters, with mental methods, martial arts moves, and Huang Long's personal experience when he was cultivating......

Ding Fan was immediately completely attracted to it, and it was interesting to watch.

Meanwhile.

In the West Mountain, the Ding family hunting competition is still in full swing.

At the foot of the mountain, in a large camp, Ding Ziying lay on her back in her tent, and beside her stood three goosebump-haired old women, all with gloomy faces and hidden anger.

One of them is none other than Granny Mu.

She said to Ding Ziying: "Little county lord, Ding Fan's dog slave has been missing for more than ten days, I think, he either escaped, or was eaten by a fierce beast, we don't need to wait any longer, we still go home, and it is only right to treat you." ”

"That's right, little princess. Granny Mu is right, your skin is getting drier and drier day by day, and if you don't treat it, the consequences will be serious. At this time, another long-faced old woman said, "As for Ding Fan, whether he is dead or alive, he is just a low-level domestic servant, and he is not worthy of so much attention from the little county lord at all." ”

"Little county lord, let's go home. The last black-faced old woman also accosted.

Ding Ziying's body was covered with a thin wet wipe, her eyes were slightly closed, and she shook her head slightly: "It's not that I care about him, but my disease is only effective with the 'emollient hibiscus water' he ......"

Without waiting for Ding Ziying to finish speaking, Granny Mu snorted: "Hmph, that dog slave has a secret recipe and doesn't want to give it to the master, but instead supports the recipe for self-respect, every time it is prepared mysteriously and secretly, it is not for people to watch, but now it has made the little county lord relapse of your old illness, like this dog slave, you should really punish it well, it is best to cut off his dog's head!"

"Yes, they should be killed!"

"Yes! If he dares to come back, let him write out the secret recipe first, and then divide the five horses!"

The other two old women were also murderous and coaxed again and again.

Ding Ziying couldn't help frowning, she couldn't stop their disrespect and shouting and killing, and she didn't want to stop it, these three beam-jumping clowns relied on someone to support her and completely ignore her existence, she had long been used to it.

I thought that secretly cultivating Ding Fan would be able to change my situation, but who expected, I was still too anxious.

Ding Fan has only been practicing martial arts for nearly a month, even if his talent is good, he has practiced to the second level of the Quenching Realm in just twenty days, but let him go into the mountain alone to sharpen, it is still too hasty, and there is a suspicion of pulling out seedlings to help grow.

I hope he won't be buried in the belly of the beast and the monster!

Ding Ziying couldn't help but pray silently, "Ding Fan, where are you?"

"Little sister, little sister, are you there?" Suddenly, a crisp and sweet voice sounded outside the tent.

Ding Ziying frowned again when she heard this, while Granny Mu's eyes lit up, and after a while, the man walked into the camp.

This person is wearing a light blue robe, eyebrows like distant mountains, and pink faces, it is Ding Ziying's thirteenth sister, Ding Ziwei.

"Thirteenth sister. Ding Ziying sat up straight.

"Little sister, I heard that your old illness has recurred, so I rushed over to take a look...... Yo, your skin is too dry, drier than the old bark. As soon as Ding Ziwei came in, she looked extremely enthusiastic, and when she saw that the skin on Ding Ziying's face and hands was dry and cracked, she screamed even more hypocritically, and then scolded Granny Mu and the others angrily: "How do you serve the little sister, if the little sister has something to do, see if I don't break your dog's legs!"

"Thirteen county lords, it's not the slaves' fault, it's all that damn Ding Fangou slave, he ......" Granny Mu hurriedly shirked her responsibility.

"Ding Fan, oh, by the way, what about others? Isn't he Xiaomei's personal servant? Where has he gone?" Ding Ziwei asked knowingly, looking very contrived.

Granny Mu said angrily very cooperatively: "The dog slave has been missing for more than ten days, and his life and death are still unknown, and the slave thinks that he must have abandoned his master and fled." ”

"Abandon the Lord and run away?" Ding Ziwei was furious, turned her head to Ding Ziying and said, "Little sister, this is all because you are usually too indulgent, but don't worry, the thirteenth sister will definitely help you catch him and teach him a good lesson." ”

Then, she yelled at the three slaves: "Granny Mu, Granny Liao, Granny Zeng, what are you three still doing there?! Why don't you go and find it?!"

"Yes. ”

The three of them knew in their hearts that the thirteen county lords wanted to break them away, so they left with interest.

As soon as they left, Ding Ziwei smiled again: "Little sister, you take care of your illness, leave these troubles to the thirteenth sister, the thirteenth sister will definitely give you a satisfactory result." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

When she was about to leave the tent, she suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled mysteriously: "Oh, by the way, little sister, everyone is busy hunting now, you should be careful when you stay alone in the camp, don't run around, even if you are recuperating in the camp tent, don't take it lightly." ”

Then, with a giggle, he walked away with his entourage.

Ding Ziying has been watching them perform pretentiously coldly, and she has not said a word from beginning to end, but her heart is like a mirror, Ding Ziwei suddenly visited her camp, and directly transferred the three slaves and maids around her, and also warned her, obviously to plot against her.

However, Ding Ziying is not afraid.

"Hmph, Thirteenth Sister, can't you tolerate your little sister like this?" Ding Ziying smiled coldly, and then continued to close her eyes and recuperate, but she couldn't help but worry about Ding Fan in her heart...... Are you dead or alive?

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