Ao Baifeng controlled the martial qi, evenly spreading to every part of the flesh and skin of the body.

"With the suffering of skin and flesh, practice qi and strengthen the body, and with the health of skin and flesh, nourish essence and replenish qi", the mantra taught by Changmei Taoist people floated in Ao Baifeng's mind.

Martial energy and skin and flesh began to intertwine with each other, allowing martial energy to continue to turn over the rivers and seas in his own flesh and skin, and let the heart-rending pain fill the whole body, raging wildly.

Ao Baifeng didn't say a word the whole time, and although his face was distorted in pain, he still desperately persevered.

Blood was still flowing from the corners of Ao Baifeng's mouth, and after another moment, blood spots the size of needletips also oozed out of the pores, making people unbearable to look at directly.

The long-eyebrow Taoist who has been guarding by the side is both distressed and happy to see that his face, hands, and neck are full of red spots.

At a young age, he had to suffer this kind of unbearable pain for ordinary people, but he persevered.

In the end, the martial qi gradually turned into mist in the skin and flesh, and after a while, it turned into water droplets, and finally it completely turned into water, and it was red water, like Ao Baifeng's own blood, slowly fusing with Ao Baifeng's skin and flesh.

The round Ao Bai Feng, whose whole body was swollen, began to contract slowly, and after half an hour, it returned to normal, but it was just a normal bloody person.

Ao Baifeng finally integrated his martial qi into his flesh and skin, and at the moment of complete fusion, a faint light appeared on the surface of his skin.

Finally, a layer of light on the surface of the entire body instantly appeared a faint cyan color, and it flashed.

The long-eyebrow Daoist finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with relief, Ao Baifeng finally succeeded.

Ao Baifeng slowly opened his tired eyes, and a flash of brightness flashed.

"Uh, poof", Ao Baifeng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and after a gust of wind swept around him, the whole person fainted.

The pain caused by forging the flesh and skin again and again finally exhausted his torture body and mind, and he fell asleep.

When Ao Baifeng opened his eyes again, he had been asleep in bed for seven days and seven nights, and the first thing he saw when he woke up was Mingxiang with red and swollen eyes lying asleep at the head of the bed, still holding a towel in his hand.

Ao Baifeng stretched out his right hand with great difficulty, wanting to stroke Mingxiang's soft hair.

Mingxiang seemed to feel it, opened her eyes violently, and found that Ao Baifeng had woken up, Mingxiang excitedly dropped the towel in her hand, rushed over and crawled on Ao Baifeng's body and cried.

"Woo... Brother Xiaofeng, you're finally awake, woo... People are worried about dying."

Ao Baifeng touched Mingxiang's head weakly and comforted: "Xiangxiang, don't cry, my brother is fine." By the way, how long have I been asleep?".

"It's been seven days and seven nights," Mingxiang replied in a choked voice.

'Squeak' Ao Baifeng's room door rang, and the long-eyebrow Taoist walked in.

"Grandpa" Ao Baifeng wanted to get up.

"You're still very weak now, just lie down, come and eat this pill."

Mingxiang turned out to be an elixir and fed it to Ao Baifeng to eat.

The long-eyebrow Taoist walked to the bed and grabbed Ao Baifeng's right hand, and a warm air flow entered his body, and he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and his strength also recovered a lot.

"Yes, the recovery is faster than I expected, and it will be cured in less than five days."

"Grandpa, when Brother Xiaofeng is well, don't let him practice anymore, okay?

Ming Xiang thought of Ao Bai Feng, who was covered with blood spots all over his body and unconscious because of his practice, and was very afraid in his heart, so he had this idea now, and then begged the Changmei Dao people not to let Ao Bai Feng cultivate, for fear that his little Feng brother would be in any danger.

Changmei Daoren didn't answer Mingxiang directly, he just said: "It depends on your Xiaofeng brother's thoughts, if he gives up cultivation, I won't force it", after saying that, he looked at Ao Baifeng, as if waiting for Ao Baifeng's attitude.

Ming Xiang was also looking at Ao Baifeng with pitiful eyes, she especially hoped that her brother Xiaofeng would give up cultivation, but she also knew that this was impossible, after being together for so long, she knew Ao Baifeng's personality very well, once she decided to do something, she would never give up, unless he died.

"Xiangxiang, don't worry, I'm fine, I must persevere", especially the last sentence was particularly powerful, and this answer was expected by the two.

Mingxiang didn't say much, she knew that she couldn't force Brother Xiaofeng to give up what she liked.

After three days of cultivation, before the fifth day, Ao Baifeng's injuries had basically fully recovered, which made the Changmei Daoist very surprised.

This time, Ao Baifeng's skin and flesh have changed significantly, not only is it more resilient than before, but it also has a certain hardness, which makes Ao Baifeng's heart feel refreshed.

Sixteen days have passed in a blink of an eye, and Ao Baifeng has returned to the source, and refining chemical martial qi has become more handy.

Now the Qing Qi refined by Ao Bai Feng is even more refined than before, and the strength of the attack has also increased significantly, and it has reached the Extraordinary Ten Levels six days ago, and the tenth cyclone in the Sea of Swallowing Qi is shining, and it is very clear, even a little dazzling.

The Changmei Daoist told Ao Baifeng that what he had to do now was to appreciate the true meaning of martial arts in actual combat and enter the realm of true martial arts.

The weather was exceptionally good on this day, the air was crisp, the sky was cloudless, and countless birds flew freely in the sky.

The Long Eyebrow Daoist led Ao Hong into a small forest in the deep valley, and the scene that appeared in front of Ao Baifeng's eyes was that twenty ropes with condensed vitality were each tied to an arm-thick piece of wood, crossing each other and swinging back and forth.

Ao Baifeng didn't understand what it meant, "Grandpa, what does this mean?"

The long-eyebrow Daoist was silent, lifted Ao Baifeng and threw it over, and then urged the vitality to control the wood to attack Ao Baifeng.

In the blink of an eye, Ao Baifeng was hit by the wood several times, although it was not a big deal, but the pain of flesh and skin was indispensable.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here?", Ao Baifeng was puzzled.

"Hmph, if you talk so much nonsense and don't find a way to avoid the wood and break it, you will be beaten into a pig's head by these twenty pieces of wood", the long-eyebrow Taoist did not answer directly, but just reminded him sideways.

Ao Baifeng suddenly realized that at this time, the actual combat training that the Changmei Daoist was going to carry out, so that he could appreciate the true meaning of martial arts.

Although the wood is dead, it is not more than a living person, but under the control of the strong strength of the Changmei Dao people, it is already close to the actual battle between martial arts and cultivators.

Just when Ao Baifeng was in a trance, a piece of wood hit him head-on, and Ao Baifeng leaned back and dodged in a thrilling way.

Another one flew over from the side, Ao Baifeng didn't dodge this time, clenched his fist and slammed into the flying wood, and the whole wood was broken into three pieces.

Ao Baifeng looked at his fist happily, and reveled in this happy scene, "snapped" a piece of wood hit his back shoulder, and "hey" was knocked over into a "big" character lying on the ground, the posture was very indecent.

"Hmph, stinky boy, who made you get carried away," the long-eyebrow Taoist reprimanded.

"Hey" Ao Baifeng naughtily drank lightly, turned over, hit out with his left elbow, and a piece of wood was broken in two, and at the same time his right hand was split forward, and a piece of wood was not split in half.

"Hi Hi" clapped his hands and wanted to revel in it.

But another wave attacked, this time three pieces of wood flew at once, Ao Baifeng was not in a hurry, two palms in the air, Qingqi sacrificed to break two, and one was pinched by him a foot close to his chest, and he twisted it into pieces.

"Lalala" Aobai Feng stuck out his tongue to the long-eyebrow Taoist, which was quite provocative.

The long-eyebrow Taoist was amused, but his hand did not stop, but increased his speed.

Ao Baifeng couldn't dodge and hit him twice, but he quickly got used to it, and after a while, eight more pieces of wood were destroyed by him.

Now there are six left, these six are attacking him head-on in the same direction, with a strong wind, the force is obviously stronger than the previous ones, Ao Baifeng's pupils are full of the shadow of the wood, he didn't dodge, he stood there and let the wood crash into him.