Chu Ke may not have high spiritual cultivation qualifications, but in just three years, he has already possessed the triple power of refining the body, and he is almost side by side with a fourth-order martial cultivator, which shows that he is not a mediocre person. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It is enviable that people who get a good deck of cards at the beginning and take advantage of the time and place are enviable, but those who can play a bad deck of cards in their hands and even turn things around are even more worthy of admiration.

What's more, in Yang Jun's opinion, Chu Ke is really not a bad deck.

Chu Ke's strong muscles and bones made Yang Jun's heart settle.

The path of cultivation of Xuantianmen disciples is divided into two paths, one is to cultivate martial arts, and the other is to cultivate spirits. One is to practice martial arts to refine the body, so that the muscles and bones are strong, and the soul is stable. One is to cultivate the soul and strengthen the soul, so that the soul can reach the sky, and the spirit of heaven and earth will be moved.

In the past, when the new disciples of the Xuantian Gate entered the door, the disciples were selected by the elders and the first and first seats. It was at this time that these disciples decided whether they would focus on the soul as a spiritual practice or as a body-based martial practice.

However, this time, Xuantianmen broke the tradition of hundreds of thousands of years and set up a new rule, allowing them to undergo a three-year spiritual practice in Ling Chu Mountain, and participate in the big competition at the end of the three-year period.

The disciples had to decide for themselves whether to follow the path of soul cultivation or enter the door of martial cultivation before the big competition. At the end of Dabi, it was time for the elders to choose their disciples.

Yang Jun said in his heart that this is somewhat similar to applying for university in middle school arts and sciences. Now that Chu Ke's strengths have been discovered, it is natural to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses and take the road of martial arts.

Although at present, from the sect master and elders to the first throne of the Xuantian Sect, the number of spiritual cultivators is more dominant, and the various measures of the sect seem to be about to strongly support spiritual cultivation.

But Yang Jun is convinced that Wu Xiu may not have no way out. In the history of Shengzhou, the human emperor Mu Yi clan who ended the three-legged trend of humans, demons, and beasts and established the dominance of the human race, is the supreme warrior who uses martial arts to determine the world!

The three mountains and twelve peaks of Xuantianmen gathered almost all the masters on the Shengzhou continent. Among them, one sect master, ten elders, three heads, and twelve heads, are cultivated to at least the third order of a real person or the third order of a martial king.

However, as far as Chu Ke knew, most of them were real people in the spiritual line, and there were very few martial kings, and the most prestigious of them was the first Bi Ge of the Silver Ge Peak of the Seven Dou Mountain.

Since Chu Ke started, he has been learning basic exercises with more than 1,000 teenagers in Ling Chu Mountain, except for the elder Ruo Xuan Zhenren who guards Ling Chu Mountain, he has not seen all the heads and the first seats.

However, the Seven Dou Mountains are the first of the three mountains of the Xuantian Gate, and since Bi Ge Fu can be one of the four leaders of the Seven Dou Mountains among the many spiritual cultivators, he must have been able to achieve the highest attainments in martial arts.

At this time, Chu Ke's entry was two years and nine months, and there were still three months before the three-year period.

Yang Jun wants to show his strength in the big competition and worship under Bi Ge's door, so he needs to grasp the time of these three months.

Three months doesn't seem like a long time. Ninety days and nights, but not too short.

Yang Jun believes that since he can improve his English by 30 points in two months, the English teacher's jaw dropped. Now even the cantilever thorn stock must have grown by leaps and bounds in these three months, standing out in the big competition, and making Bi Ge covered with blue eyes!

He picked up a boxy object from the bedside storage bag. This thing is a foot square, dark in color, and looks like a futon from a distance, but on closer inspection, it is woven from countless black threads as thin as hair.

But these are not silk threads, but a rattan plant called Wuge on Lingchu Mountain. Its stems are extremely thin and tough, and ordinary swords cannot be broken. Xuantianmen weaves these fine vines into cushions and serves them as targets for disciples to practice.

Many places on the target were polished to shine, which showed that Chu Ke had used it to practice countless times.

Yang Jun held this jet-black fist target in his hand, and there seemed to be a scene of a thin young man sweating like rain in front of him.

The boy threw punch after punch at the target, and as if he were tireless and could not feel pain, he kept tightening his elbows, punching his fists, and then closing his elbows and punching punches, and practiced endlessly.

This Chu Ke is also a stubborn person. Yang Jun sighed, straightened the target, took off his coat, and opened the stance.

I saw that his left hand was like a bow, and his right hand was like an arrow, and his fist struck out like thunder and lightning.

Boom!

The fist slammed heavily on the Wu Ge target, but Yang Jun didn't feel the pain, and his arm was slightly numb. He adjusted his stance slightly, punching one punch after another.

As time passed, Yang Jun's punches became slower and slower, and the rate of his breathing slowed down, but the blood in his body flowed as fast as boiling.

It was as if a raging fire had ignited in his body, and the blood flow accelerated, and the warm blood rushed straight to his brain.

The body seemed to be getting tired, but Yang Jun's spirit was getting more and more uplifted. A voice came from the depths of my head: Hit, hit! Fight again, fight again!

I don't know how long it took, but after Yang Jun finally hit his arm into the target with all his strength, the whole person sat down on the ground as if he had been drained of his energy.

Although there was no strength left in his body, and he didn't even bother to move his fingers, Yang Jun knew that he was extremely sober, and the Shentai seemed to be unprecedentedly clear.

The dense boards on the blackboard, the teacher's endless teaching, and the vast sea of questions and countless test papers seem to be gone. I should have sweated like this and did whatever I wanted!

Yang Jun was not immersed in this extreme pleasure, and in just an instant, he rolled over from the ground.

If you don't replenish the energy consumed in time, the body will not only not be refined, but will lose weight at a very fast speed.

Yang Jun took out the replenishing pill that Chu Ke took daily from the storage bag, counted out ten, and poured it into his mouth.

He had already checked Chu Ke's belongings, and there were not many pills left, so he had to save some of them.

Feeling the medicinal power gradually emanating out, Yang Jun sat down cross-legged on the spot, clasped his palms, and calmly felt the heat rising from his lower abdomen.

At this moment, a discordant sound sounded in my ears.

Goo-goo-goo -

Although his stomach was screaming, Yang Jun knew that it was not his stomach screaming because of hunger, but his body's lack of energy.

The heat in his lower abdomen was expanding more and more, indicating that the results of his body refining were about to step onto a new level.

Without hesitation, Yang Jun took the pill bottle in his hand, poured it into his mouth, and once again digested the Buyuan Pill he had taken.

The body gradually felt hot, but the light clothes were as hot as a red-hot soldering iron. Even if Yang Jun didn't open his eyes, he knew that his skin was already red.

After another while, with two soft sounds of "snort", Yang Jun opened his eyes. His eyes were bright and shining with joy.

Refining the Quadruple!

This body reached the power of the fourfold body refining in his Yang Jun's hands!

Yang Jun couldn't help but be overjoyed - it meant that he had taken another step forward in his pilgrimage to the door of Bi Ge!

The smile on his face had not yet dissipated, but Yang Jun's complexion changed suddenly, revealing a painful expression, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Before he could think about it, Yang Jun hurriedly adjusted his breath to resist the pain in his chest.

His eyes were closed, and he felt as if his body had suddenly fallen from the scorching summer sun into a cold and bone-eating ice cave, only the warmth of his chest was like a round of tomorrow.

But the heat did not relieve his pain, but became more and more uncomfortable due to the combination of heat and cold.