Xuanshi City, among the mountains and forests in the east, there are strange rocks, and between the mountain streams behind, there is a huge lake, under the sunlight, the lake appears sparkling and extremely beautiful.

By the lake, a thin old man sat peacefully with his eyes closed, and if you looked closely, the old man's body seemed to be faintly distorted. In front of the old man was a huge bamboo pole, which was stretched into a long slanted shadow in the sunlight, forming a simple sundial.

"Hurry up, swim again!" The old man, who had closed his eyes and was serene, suddenly opened his cloudy eyes, and after a brief pause in his gaze on the reflection under the bamboo pole, he opened his mouth and snorted coldly into the middle of the lake.

In the middle of the lake, there is an emaciated figure constantly sliding, the emaciated young man occasionally looks up, let people see the face under his wet head, it is the previous Fang Chen, and the old man sitting on the grass by the lake is the old man with only the soul body.

According to the training arranged by Ding Lao, Fang Chen also fully understood the principle, although he still had that disdainful look on the surface, but in his heart, he was already impressed by this old man, and admired it more and more.

According to Ding Lao's words, there are three main ways to expand the meridians, strength and speed have been the toughness of the body, only these three conditions are all excellent, and the expansion of the muscles and veins in the body has reached the point of small success.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools!

In order for the speed of the medicinal spirit to pass through the meridians to the extreme, like a surging torrent, it is necessary to have an extremely spacious dissolution channel, so the expansion of the meridians is a decisive importance.

"Legs seem to be almost unconscious!" Gritting his teeth, Fang Chen swung his arms with difficulty, his legs sliding weakly in the water, his face seemed to have been drained of blood, and became extremely pale.

From late night to noon, for ten hours, he had swam nearly 100 times back and forth in the lake of several hundred meters, a length of tens of thousands of meters. It is no exaggeration to say that if in the triathlon arena in the previous life, with his current persistence, he will definitely be able to win the first place.

His legs were weak, his mind was swollen, and his limbs were sore, this was how Fang Chen felt at the moment.

"Miao'er!" Thinking of the graceful girl who has been by his side and never abandons him since he became a waste for three years, Fang Chen bit his lip stubbornly. At this moment, even if he has reached his limit, he is still trying to persevere.

"It's slower than a snail, do you want to give up? Speed up! Ding Lao's indifferent voice was like angry thunder, and he shouted and urged by the lake.

"Never give up!" His eyes stared at the front, and when he heard Ding Lao's extremely indifferent voice, Fang Chen's body squeezed out of nowhere, and suddenly burst out with an angry roar, and then his body rushed forward like a swimming fish. Extreme, just for those who lack perseverance, and for Fang Chen, this continent may not have made him feel that there is a limit, because during the three years of ridicule, he has challenged the limit countless times.

"Jin Lin is a thing in the pool, and he will turn into a dragon when he encounters a storm!" Looking at the emaciated figure in the lake, a rare smile suddenly appeared on Ding Lao's wrinkled old face, three years of ridicule only slightly suppressed this young man's talent, and now he can really survive this time of ridicule, that let his talent be fully revealed, it's just a matter of time!

"This Maxima just hasn't met Bole, and now, I'll also act as a Bole! Xuan-level first-level medicine spirit, heh, it's just an illusion on the surface......" sneered lightly, and a trace of relief suddenly appeared on Ding Lao's face, a person with such a talent as a young man, let alone the Medicine Horse Empire, even if it is on the Tianding Continent, I am afraid that there are only a handful!

If someone was beside Ding Lao, there would definitely be someone who was extremely surprised by the old man's words, this Fang Chen, who had been cultivating for more than ten years and was still a first-level medicinal spirit, was recognized as a waste material embryo, and at this moment, in the eyes of Ding Lao, the evaluation had reached a high level.

"Old man, I'm back!" While Ding Lao was pondering, suddenly, a weak but extremely excited voice sounded beside the old man, and a head as big as a leather ball emerged from the lake.

"Well, it's ten minutes late!" Looking up at the oblique shadow under the bamboo pole, Ding Lao said expressionlessly.

Crawling out of the water with difficulty, Fang Chen, who was as wet as a chicken in soup, fell weakly beside Ding Lao, and then his eyes burst out like fish eyes, and his mouth began to gasp for breath.

Slowly got up, looking at Fang Chen, who fell to the ground, a trace of smug banter suddenly flashed in Ding Lao's eyes, and then he coughed lightly, and said indifferently: "As a punishment for you being ten minutes slower, now, go into the water again......"

"What?" Hearing this, Fang Chen seemed to have heard something extremely shocking, his violent eyes shrank instantly, and then a surprised sound came out of his mouth violently, and then his body also jumped up rapidly, but his body seemed to have reached its limit, and his body, which had not yet stood firm, shook a few times as if he was malnourished, and finally fell heavily on the ground again.

After writhing uneasily on the ground a few times, Fang Chen's mouth was not struggling. A few seconds later, a heart-rending wail suddenly came from the rocky mountain forest.

"No, old man, let me rest a little longer!" After a long time, above the meadow, he waved his hand weakly, and then like a naughty child, he just couldn't get up on the grass.

Stroking his gray beard, Ding Lao pondered for a moment, and then said lightly: "Do you want to give up ......?" ”

"Alas, old man, let's rest for a while!" Without waiting for Ding Lao to finish speaking, Fang Chen waved his hand, and immediately blocked his ears with his hand.

"If you want to give up, I have no opinion, but the challenge ...... a year later" shrugged his shoulders slightly, Ding Lao said indifferently.

"Stop ......" rolled his eyes, Fang Chen's somewhat naughty face instantly became solemn, and then he struggled to get up, staring at the old man in front of him for a while, before he muttered: "I'll go!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Ding Lao to answer, Fang Chen jumped into the lake again with a 'poof', at this time, he did not hesitate at all.

Ten years, he only had a first-level medicine spirit, and a year later, Fang Chen just didn't want the Fang clan or his father to be humiliated yesterday, but after that, he regretted it very much, but he suddenly thought that maybe because of yesterday's willfulness, his father and even the entire Fang clan might be even more ridiculed a year later.

For his own sake, his father was able to take out the family tripod as a challenge, and the conditions he casually said were afraid that the Fang clan, which had been inherited for thousands of years, would decline in an instant, and after his father handed over the family tripod, he would definitely have no face to be in the position of patriarch again.

Therefore, whether it is for the sake of his father or Miao'er, he-Fang Chen has to do his best!

……

It was dark, two bright moons like silver plates hung high in the sky, Fang Chen 'landed' from the lake again, the clothes all over his body were clinging to his body like maggots attached to the bones, dripping water droplets slipped from his head and neck, and finally dripped into the grass along his body, a cold wind blew, and Fang Chen's body without the slightest warmth instantly began to tremble.

"Ding... Old, okay... Let's go! The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and when Fang Chen spoke, the air began to leak between his mouth.

"Hmm......" Stroking his gray beard, Ding Lao pondered for a moment, and finally nodded slowly under Fang Chen's bitter and expectant gaze, "I should be able to go back!" ”

"Whew!" Hearing this, Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief as if he had taken a reassuring pill, and the hanging stone in his heart also slowly touched the ground, but just when Fang Chen just retracted his neck and wanted to lie down beautifully for a while, Ding Lao's voice sounded again but made the former's lax face distort instantly.

"Run back to the Fang clan from here, and the training continues ......"