Chapter 123: Consolidating Cultivation

Panting, he carried a huge wooden barrel that was a head taller than his own height of about one meter four or five, and he didn't know where Han Feng found it.

After setting it up, Han Feng hurriedly went to pick up the hot water and poured it into it, tirelessly working as a porter of the hot water.

I don't know if it's because I'm too focused on the things at hand or for other reasons, I have gone back and forth many times but I have never noticed the sudden extra jade Cambodia on the stone table, maybe because it has become too plain after being suppressed by Long Lao, so it has not attracted Han Feng's attention.

Buckets of hot water were poured into the huge wooden barrels, and the steaming heat slowly rose, turning the entire room into a fairyland, until the waterline reached the place where the ninth floor was full, and Han Feng stopped moving.

Fan it a few times in front of him, dissipate some of the mist, take out several elixirs that he had just picked, and throw them into the hot water in one go, and after a while, these spirit grasses quickly decomposed under the action of the hot water, accompanied by an unusually pungent and pungent smell, covering the entire room in a blink of an eye.

The clear water surface in the bucket gradually became green with the decomposition of the elixir, Han Feng looked at it, his extravagant brows couldn't help frowning, he gritted his teeth, took off his clothes, and Bai Huahua's butt fell outside, got up, and jumped into the medicine barrel.

Bai Huahua's body fell into the bucket, and the extremely high temperature of the water made the young skin turn fiery red, and there were goosebumps everywhere, lying in it, moaning out in comfort, followed by a cry of pain.

"Ahh

Not long after experiencing the pleasure, Han Feng felt like a sheep thrown into the wolves, under the watchful eyes of the wolves, he was torn apart by them in the blink of an eye.

The green liquid seemed to be pervasive, entering Han Feng's body along every pore, carrying a spicy medicinal effect to remove impurities from Han Feng's body.

Han Feng didn't know how many times he had experienced such a process, and every time it was such a heart-rending pain, but there was no one that was more unbearable than now, even the first time.

The reason was that Han Feng's cultivation was promoted too suddenly, allowing him to skip four of the levels of quenching one after another, and because of his blind confidence, he directly chose the quenching liquid in the later stage of quenching.

Fortunately, the years of the medicinal materials selected by Han Feng were not too high, they were all vintage medicinal materials that he thought could be tolerated according to his physique, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, it has only experienced less than a pillar of incense in the early stage, and the pain that spreads anywhere in the body directly makes Han Feng grit his teeth in pain and coma, at the last moment of maintaining his sanity, Han Feng took out the meeting gift given by his master: the high-grade quenching pill, took out one and put it in his mouth, and the dizziness came, floating on the liquid medicine and falling asleep.

When he woke up, it was already the early morning of the third day, and Han Feng, who had just woken up from the medicine barrel, had not yet recovered his senses, his flexible nose sniffed vigorously, and a foul smell that could make him spit out the previous few meals rushed into his nasal cavity, and his confused nerves were also instantly cleared at this moment, and he hurriedly covered his nose tightly.

A tiger leaped out of the bucket, its bare ass dangling outside, and the bird in front of him had not yet grown all its wings, and it was not yet time to spread its wings and soar alone.

Instead of rushing to put on clothes, he covered his nose and approached the barrel, and the closer he got there, the stronger the pungent smell became.

The green liquid was long gone, leaving only a black paste like dirt in the swamp, floating on the surface of the water piece by piece, and even the empty area caused by Han Feng just jumping out was quickly covered by these impurities.

Han Feng glanced at it coldly and then stopped looking, and if he looked at it a few more times, he might not even be able to eat later.

Han Feng naturally knew what these black filthy substances were, and he had also explained in the golden book that they were all residual impurities that were discharged from the body, and it was precisely because of these impurities that they usually did a lot of evil in the body, so they caused the cultivation speed of the human body to drop significantly.

Therefore, the refining period has become the first threshold to step into the door of cultivation.

However, Han Feng had also discharged impurities before, and because he had been soaked under the liquid medicine many times, the number of impurities was getting smaller and smaller each time, and he was thinking about whether his body would be free of impurities, but now it seems that the medicinal effect is not enough, and he cannot expel the impurities hidden in the depths.

After changing his clothes, he painstakingly disposed of the waste liquid in the barrel, and in the cool open space where it was still early morning, he beat a set of quenching punches according to the endless five elements exercises.

Skipping the four layers of small realms one after another before, although Han Feng's cultivation had been greatly improved and his strength had been enhanced in a short period of time, he always felt that something was not quite right.

Now, after the quenching of the liquid medicine, the impurities that have accumulated for a long time are finally discharged from the body.

Between a punch and a palm, Han Feng was unprecedentedly refreshed, his fist was in a good style, his sleeves were flying, thinking that this was what it should be.

Half an hour later, a set of quenching boxing finally ended, and the clean shirt that I had just changed into was soaked with sweat again, and I went back to get some water and washed my lower body.

Back in the room, the long black hair was still stained with the slightest drop of water, which should have been left before he dried it when he took a shower, and wiped it with a towel as he walked, Han Feng sat on the bed, thinking about how to arrange the next trip.

Now, the cultivation of the sixth layer of the body refining can only be regarded as the upper middle level among the freshman disciples, but if it is divided according to the real strength, Han Feng should be on a par with those top geniuses, and it can be seen from the battle between the cultivation of the sixth layer of the body refining and Nangong Xiong.

However, there is still a huge gap between the middle and late stages of body refining, if it weren't for Nangong Xiong's arrogance and lack of the first time to use the qi that was gradually formed in the late stage of body refining, he would not have had the opportunity to send so many talismans.

Because of the exercises he cultivated, although he didn't dare to judge what grade it was, after cultivating, he could see that this exercise would at least not be lower than the Heavenly Rank, or even higher.

Because of this, Han Feng's incomparably strong physique was almost unmatched by other cultivators of the same level, which was an advantage exclusive to Han Feng.

However, the gap between cultivation and cultivation is often not bridged by relying on powerful exercises, just like the difference between the late and middle stages of body refining, the difference between body refining and qi gathering, and so on.