A rooster's crowing pierced the night sky, and the sky gradually revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and even the most industrious farmer had not yet gotten up, but there was already a busy figure on the mountain path.

I saw that he ** (bànluǒ) was wearing his upper body, and he was carrying a grinding disc slowly up the mountain.

The grinding disc was so large that it was completely disproportionate to his slightly thin stature, and weighed at least three hundred pounds, making it extremely difficult for the boy to take every step forward, and wherever he walked, he would leave a row of deep footprints.

This young man is none other than the scar of the beginning of recovery from a serious illness.

If the other senior brothers were allowed to see this scene, they would definitely be shocked, because even if it was as strong as Gu Yuan, after spending the True Yuan, it would take several months of conditioning to recover, and just yesterday, Fang Zhen was still a sick man who needed to be taken care of by others even for such a trivial matter as eating and drinking.

The morning dew in the mountains was very heavy, mixed with sweat and dripping down from his body, and when he returned to the Qingshan Sect, Fang Zhen's whole person seemed to be watered by heavy rain.

Removing the grinding disc, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then fell to the ground, letting the exhaustion sweep through his body.

Any inner disciple of the Qingshan Sect could easily break a boulder, but it would be extremely difficult for him to carry the boulder.

Feeling the soreness on his body, Fang Scar's face showed a smile, because this was what he wanted.

I remember that when he first entered the master's door, Gu Yuan once told him that cultivation is like raising a tall building from the ground, only the deeper the foundation is rooted, the higher the building can rise, and the foundation of cultivation is the body, so you can't slack off for a day.

However, the true cultivation had just begun, and Fang Ji was carried away by the True Yuan, which was hundreds of times stronger than his physical body.

In fact, it's not just him, everyone else is the same, as long as he sits cross-legged, he can incorporate the true yuan between heaven and earth into his body, who else will waste time and physical strength to boil up his muscles and bones?

However, as his cultivation became more and more profound, Fang Zhen gradually realized the importance of the physical body.

If the true yuan is compared to a flood, then the physical body is the embankment used to control the flood discharge, if the embankment is not stable enough, sooner or later it will be washed away by the monstrous waves, and no matter how strong your true yuan is, it will be finished.

The reason why Fang Scar was constantly languishing was not because his cultivation had regressed, but because his physical body was too weak to control the black true yuan contained in the ring.

Until now, he couldn't figure out what that black true element was, but one thing was certain, the concentration of the true element it contained far exceeded the origin of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

For Fang Scar, this is simply a treasure waiting to be mined.

But before that, he had to make his body strong enough to be qualified to turn it on.

After resting for a while, he gradually regained his strength, and he also showed a wry smile when he looked at the overgrown martial arts arena.

Fang Scar shook his head, but it was fine, at least no one would bother him.

After a little groaning, he came to the grinding plate, and slowly transported the black true element in his body, almost instantly, his right arm was covered with a layer of black gas, and there was a faint crackling sound in the air, and at the same time, he also felt that his physical strength was being exhausted little by little.

After a while, Fang Zhen shook his head helplessly, with the current strength of his physical body, if he used the Transformation Realm Mountain Breaking Fist again, he would still faint.

Flesh, flesh!

Fang Zhen's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he hurriedly returned to the house and took out the Dragon Elephant Diamond Sutra from the bottom of the box.

The book has long been in tatters, and even the cover no longer exists, but even so, once it is released, it will still make everyone fight for nothing, but because it is the treasure of the town in the small secret realm.

It is rumored that on this continent, there are a total of thirty-six cave heavens, seventy-two blessed lands, and one hundred and eight small secret realms.

In these places, some are created by heaven and earth, and some are the places where the predecessors sat and transformed, and each place contains countless treasures of heaven and earth.

Three years ago, the small secret realm of the Burial Soul Slope outside Sunset City was opened, and when the news came out, countless monks immediately flocked to it, and Fang Zhen also went on the orders of his master.

He has been gone for three years, which can be said to be nine deaths and a lifetime, but fortunately, he was lucky and got two treasures by chance.

After returning to the mountain, he presented the Dragon Elephant Diamond Sutra to the master as soon as possible, but who knew that the master didn't take a second look at it, but just asked him to keep it on his behalf.

It is said that what is recorded in this dragon elephant diamond sutra is a set of methods for refining muscles and bones.

Fang Scar licked his lips, his eyes full of greed, like a man who was about to starve to death suddenly entered a tavern.

He stretched out his hand several times, put it down several times, and the expression on his face was very complicated.

The master did not tell him to see it, so he must not peek at it.

He will never forget who took him in when he first came to this world more than ten years ago.

After a battle between heaven and man, reason still prevailed, and he reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and carefully wrapped the Dragon Elephant Diamond Sutra and put it back in the corner of the box.

As soon as everything was taken care of, the door was pushed open, and a man hurried in.

Fang Scar was startled, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that it was none other than Bloody Clothes.

"What's the matter, the junior brother didn't realize a new set of exercises, and wanted to come to the brother to test it, right?"

Fang Scar smiled faintly and moved his somewhat sore arm slightly.

Although Blood Armor's current strength is several notches higher than his, he is also confident that he can defeat the opponent without using the Black True Yuan.

Blood Wuyi is very belligerent, and he has always refused to come, and at this time, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and only said after a while: "You still have the heart to fight, do you know that you are about to face a catastrophe?"

"Could it be that the people of the Juding Sect knew that the master was in retreat, so they came to take advantage of the fire to rob him?"

The smile on Fang Zhen's face slowly retracted, and his face became solemn.

Juding Sect was originally a small gang, but later I don't know where to invite a Dan Master, and since then it has been collecting medicine and alchemizing for a living.

In the past few years, there have been constant battles between the major sects, and a small silt pill has been fried by them to a few hundred gold coins, which can be said to be a windfall.

Originally, the two major sects were also well water and river water, but recently, their power has gradually expanded to the scope of the Qingshan Sect, and there are often some small frictions between the two sides, so that there is a gap.

In terms of strength alone, the Qingshan Sect is far above the Juding Sect, but they have a well-traveled Dan Master, once the conflict starts, with a wave of his hand, there will be many strong people coming to help, and the Qingshan Sect will be in danger at that time.