Xuanxing Peak, the faint moonlight sprinkled, a layer of silver-white glow moon, shrouded the entire Wei Wei peak.

In a wide cultivation ground in Xuanxing Peak, hundreds of disciples were all cultivating, they sat cross-legged, their ten fingers crossed and clasped, their palms upward, and under the faint moonlight, a layer of faint aura flickered on everyone's body.

If the Sixth Elder walked away from the sky, she quietly walked through the cultivation ground and scurried into a secret room with ease.

In less than half an hour, she looked satisfied, walked out of the secret room, and then left Xuanxing Peak leisurely.

After a hard battle, his strength has improved a lot, and the second elder also helped send disciples to hunt down that waste, and the success rate has increased a lot.

......

On the sparsely populated Xuanqing Peak, under the moonlight, it looked even more desolate, and there were a total of eight disciples who were still meditating.

Senior brother Zhang Yunya was slightly injured and needed to recuperate for a few days, and Zhu Jinlei was seriously injured and needed at least seven days of recuperation.

Only Bai Shuiyao, Jiumei and others are left, preparing for the year-on-year comparison.

And, of course, a well-mixed dog.

At the same time, in the Dead Tomb Mountains, the spring flowers are blooming, and the ancient trees open their sleepy eyes, stretch their waists, and grow many tender green branches and leaves, which make a "rustle, rustle" sound under the night wind.

Many chirping birds frolicked in the trees, causing the ancient trees to nod frequently, and suddenly, a figure appeared, startling countless birds to fly.

The figure was elongated in the moonlight, this figure was not tall, Mo was only about six or seven years old, and his body was filled with black air, and the place he passed was full of life.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the figure came to an ancient tree and threw a punch that slammed into the ancient tree, making a trembling sound.

The ancient tree that Moyo needed to be surrounded by three adults trembled, the leaves fluttered and fluttered, and the ancient tree broke in response to the sound.

The ancient tree is tough and huge, and the lush leaves all show its tenacity and unyieldingness, but it was broken by this six- or seven-year-old figure with a punch.

This figure is Chen Fan, the night is dark and the wind is high, it is the time to cultivate, and his cultivation site is naturally a cemetery full of graves.

After a punch, he grinned, "Ten thousand catties of strength, if this punch hits the Spirit Sixfold Heaven, I'm afraid it will explode in an instant!"

Chen Fan waved his little hand quite proudly, the faint bronze flesh and blood were as tough as bronze.

The next realm of martial arts cultivation is the "Bronze Treasure Body!" Chen Fan has not yet passed the marrow washing and bone cutting, but he already has a bronze flesh and blood body, which makes him quite puzzled.

"Let's find a mountain stone to cultivate first!" Chen Fan muttered.

He found two ancient vines on the periphery of the Dead Grave Mountain Range, and then, walking into the cemetery, collected the tombstones together, tied them with ancient vines, and piled up a mountain of tombstones, which weighed more than 10,000 catties.

The graveyard was pitch black, not even the moonlight could shine, and the dead air floated like a thick fog in the politeness.

Chen Fan's meridians bulged out one by one, each one was crystal clear, like a dragon's back, and he burst out and put more than 10,000 catties of tombstones over his shoulders.

In an instant, his little face turned red, his breathing was disordered, his calf muscles were constantly trembling, and his hands were numb.

"Ma Dan, this is at least 12,000 catties! How can the tombstone be so heavy? ......!"

Chen Fan scolded for a while!

He accidentally made the weight more than 2,000 catties, originally 10,000 catties was already his limit, but now suddenly there were 2,000 catties more, so that he almost fell.

Strange to say, the soil of this cemetery is very strong, even if Chen Fan resists 10,000 catties of tombstones, but he can only leave a shallow footprint in the cemetery.

"It's too heavy. Chen Fan's mouth twitched.

Still, he continued to carry the tombstone and took the first step tentatively.

There was a loud "bang".

The first step fell, Chen Fan's body was crooked, his hands were clasped on the tombstone, in order to maintain his balance, he riveted his strength and half-squatted, making a posture of Zama step.

Sweat spilled out of the pores of his skin in an instant, and he wanted to take another step, but the heavy tombstone made him dare not move.

He had six tombstones on his back, each nine inches thick, and six feet high, twice as tall as Chen Fan, and if his center of gravity was unstable, he could fall at any time.

The action of Zama step gradually fixed, Chen Fan slowly adjusted his breathing, every minute, every second, he was training his flesh and blood, breaking the limit......

The steps, which were as heavy as a yak, took another step after half an hour of training.

One-step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

Finally, at the third step, Chen Fan stopped, he had not yet adapted to the pressure of 12,000 catties, between these three steps, it was as if all his strength had been consumed, it was difficult to stand, and his petite body kept trembling.

Sweat had already soaked through his thin robe, dripping down the cuffs.

After a while, Chen Fan grinned, reluctantly took a step, and staggered his figure flickered,

"Boom"

Six-foot-tall tombstones were piled up and smashed into the graveyard, causing the dead air to ripple out in layers, like sparkling water, making a deafening sound.

Chen Fan "snapped", sat on the ground softly, wheezing in his mouth, there were indentations on his little hands, which deformed the flesh and blood, and his immature face was as pale as snow.

"I'm exhausted. ”

After resting for about half an hour, Chen Fan calmed down his disordered breathing, his pale face gradually became rosy, and there was a feeling of soreness in his body, which made him sigh.

However, in his eyes, there was a look of perseverance.

"Give me ......!" Chen Fan snorted softly.

Immediately, he grabbed the ancient vine and planted his feet down, a faint bronze glow flashing.

"Giggles" six huge tombstones made a grinding sound.

Abruptly, Chen Fan fully cooperated and pulled the 12,000-pound tombstone off the ground staggeringly.

Like a ferocious beast, his eyes widened, he used the power of the wilderness to lift the tombstone above his head.

"Boom!"

One step was taken, and a low sound came from under the footsteps.

Martial arts cultivation is an extremely boring and boring cultivation method, which requires a cultivator to have a broad mind, a tenacious mentality, a spirit of never giving up, and the courage to dare to challenge oneself.

It is strange to say that since he cultivated the Tomb Buddha Technique, in this graveyard densely covered with dead qi, he can clearly see objects about 100 meters away, and these dead qi are a little frightened when they see him, and they scatter one after another.

"Knock knock!"

A muffled sound came out of the graveyard intermittently.

Chen Fan adapted to the pressure of the tombstone again and again, for about two hours, he didn't know how many times he tried, and every time the tombstone pressed on him, his blood would boil.

One-step!

Ten steps!

100 steps!

Finally, under the toddler, he walked a hundred steps step by step, and his body fell to the graveyard because of a stumbling and "bang".

His lips were dry, his palms were cracked, and his face was pale as if he had been seriously injured.

He lay motionless in the graveyard, only in his mouth, and there was a rough breathing sound, and his calves kept shaking, like a sheep's madness, and convulsions were incessant.

12,000 pounds of pressure!

Limit 100 steps!

Chen Fan smiled quite proudly, but his dry lips, a burst of twitching, and drops of blood frequently overflowed, making his smile stop abruptly.

"Whew!"

Chen Fan ran the Tomb Recipe, and bursts of dead qi surged towards him like mist, covering Chen Fan's body with a black veil, and every time he finished cultivating his physique, he would absorb a bit of dead qi and nourish his flesh and blood.

Time passes!

When the graveyard emitted a miserable cry and mournful scream, Chen Fan knew that the sky was about to dawn, and he was agitated, and he crawled up, his whole body was terrified.

"It's dawn, retreat. Chen Fan frowned and muttered, then turned into a breeze and left the cemetery.

The fatigue and scars left in the first half of the night, after he absorbed the dead qi, recovered to the fifth layer, such a speed is staggering.

Dead air is like a fog, it can block everything, even the morning sun cannot pierce the fog, and the cemetery has no day, only pitch black.

After Chen Fan slipped out, he could hear the screams and screams from a long distance, and he ran towards Xuanqing Peak without looking back.

Every time he walked out of the cemetery, he had a sense of fear, and as his strength increased, the more miserable and sad the screams became, and if he listened carefully, he could hear the cry of a baby.