Lying on the ground, Ling Yi had to spend more than an hour to adjust his body, before he basically regained his mobility, and reluctantly stood up, Ling Yi, who originally wanted to push up a distance, did not dare to go up, and now the pressure is 1,840 catties, and it is not 3,680 catties in a hundred zhang, it is terrifying to think about it, and he can only adapt to and practice more on this side of the cave, and only after his strength grows again can he have the opportunity to challenge 2,500 zhang.

Dragging his tired body, Ling Yi returned to the outside of the Yanyun Pavilion.

At this time, the slave was setting up a large cauldron in the open space, and the herbs were boiling in the pot, and bursts of medicinal fragrance wafted around.

When the sun set, the slave finally boiled the medicinal soup, beckoned to Ling Yi, and motioned to Ling Yi to come over.

got up from the ground and came to the medicine pot, and before he could speak, Ling Yi was stripped of his clothes by the slave three or two times, and threw it into the pot casually.

With a plop, Ling Yi panicked and wanted to struggle, but was hit by a finger of the living slave and sat down in the medicine pot.

Ling Yi struggled because it was hot, and now he was controlled by the living slaves, and he felt that he could still bear this temperature, and he had entered the winter bubble hot springs to relieve fatigue, not to mention that this is still a medicinal soup, which naturally has a lot of benefits, and Ling Yi looked comfortable after adaptation, closed his eyes slightly, and enjoyed himself.

Suddenly, a brain melt hit his head, Ling Yi screamed in pain, opened his eyes and looked at his uncle aggrievedly.

"Boiling medicine for you is to let you consolidate your foundation and cultivate your yuan, and provide energy for your physical body, you are good, you don't cultivate well, and you still enjoy it, why don't you quickly mobilize the qi and blood of your whole body to absorb the medicinal power! Don't waste my precious medicinal materials!" Shengnu reminded Ling Yi to practice pranayama.

After listening to Uncle Shi's words, Ling Yi began to breathe, and it was much more comfortable to breathe in the medicinal soup than to breathe by himself outside, at least he felt that his fatigue and prostration had been significantly relieved!

In this way, Ling Yi cultivated in the medicinal soup for a whole night, and the living slave was missing the fire of the night on the side.

When the time came, before Ling Yi could react, he was taken out of the medicinal soup by the living slave and thrown into the lake.

With a plop, Ling Yi was stimulated by the icy lake water and kept rolling in the water, "Uncle Shi, you will make me sick like this!"

"Just by your physical fitness, let alone getting sick, even if you are slashed a few times, you can heal yourself quickly, you are just Xiaoqiang who can't be killed!"

"I'm not Xiaoqiang!" retorted, Ling Yi adapted to the lake and swam towards the rocks again.

Until noon, Ling Yi still made no progress, and still failed to conquer the stone.

In the afternoon, it was another stress training, and I was exhausted when I went down the mountain, but on the way Lingyi stepped on the snow and almost slipped, but fortunately I gasped for snow and pierced the ground through iron nails, so I didn't roll down the hill.

This incident gave Ling Yi an inspiration, he could wear snow tin boots on the rocks under the waterfall, first seek to stand firm, and then gradually take off his boots. It seems that I can try it tomorrow, and if it succeeds, I should be able to find a solution by gradually groping for it!

At night, he also took a bath in medicinal soup, and when the time came, without waiting for the slave to make a move, Ling Yi took the initiative to jump into the lake.

Swimming to the side of the stone, Ling Yi took out the snow tin boots from the ring, and after putting them on in the water, he climbed up the stone again, this time with the help of tools, and easily lay on the stone.

Tentatively, he first shrank his right foot slightly, stepped on the edge of the stone with an iron nail, and slowly exerted his strength, Ling Yi's right leg and half of his body slightly left the ground.

I didn't dare to be careless, fixed my right foot, and prepared to shrink my left foot in the same way, but because of the imbalance between the left and right, coupled with the impact of the waterfall, I lost my center of gravity again and slid down the lake.

With experience, it took a whole morning, Ling Yi could already squat on the stone for a few breaths, at least if he wanted to sell the first step successfully, as long as he continued to work hard, he would sooner or later complete the task assigned by his uncle.

After more than a month of attempts, at the low of December, Ling Yi's cultivation, which had not been able to break through, finally stepped into the realm of the Nine Rank Warriors.

Also on the rocks below the waterfall, Ling Yi was able to use the Snow Boots to stand for half an hour. To say that the practice is still far away, standing is to be able to stand on it, but the impact of the waterfall is different from the pressure of Shenwu Mountain, Shenwu Mountain is an all-round pressure, the waterfall is indeed from top to bottom, and from time to time changes the impulse of the attack strength and position, so it is already the limit to be able to stand on it for half an hour.

After two months, through continuous attempts and efforts, Ling Yi finally lived up to his wishes, and he was already able to perform the Wave Palm and other martial arts on it, but the skills of the Divine Craftsman Giant Hammer could not be used normally.

It took another three months, and Ling Yi could no longer rely on the Snow Ding Boots to cultivate his fists and feet on the stones normally, and now he had realized his uncle's intentions.

Cultivating at the bottom of the waterfall, first, his lower plate is getting more and more stable, if he hadn't jumped into the water, he wouldn't have automatically slid down no matter what the situation is; second, through the impact of the waterfall for such a long time, the body's ability to resist blows has become much stronger, plus the ability to heal itself, it takes a lot of thought to break his defenses.

Of course, the effect of the medicinal soup is not small, although it is not as beneficial as Haoran Hu, but the medicinal soup of Guben Peiyuan makes his muscles and muscles full of strength, and now he will not collapse when he continuously casts the "Divine Craftsman Heavy Hammer" and "God of War Trampling", if the situation is critical, he can perform it twice, but in this way he will collapse and be weak.

Cultivation makes people forget time, and in the blink of an eye, three and a half years have passed since returning to Shenwu Mountain. Ling Yi has completed the task assigned by his uncle, and his strength has reached the level of a sixth-rank martial artist.

With his current strength, it is no longer a problem to kill a great martial artist below the seventh rank alone, and it is still a bit of pressure to kill a great martial artist below the seventh rank.

In the summer of the thirty-eighth year of the Dongsheng calendar, Ling Yi, who had just been thirteen years old, was once again thrown off the mountain by his uncle, this time he was going to complete another task of his uncle.

On the southwestern border of the empire, the warmth of the early summer sun has not yet scorched. In the border forest, on a towering giant tree. Ling Yi was already asleep, more than three feet above the ground. A tree branch and a giant hammer form a triangle, and this is his bed.

Today's Lingyi, the face is less immature, more resolute, the face is resolute, the silkworm eyebrows are lying on the eyes, full of heroism, and the person has grown to five and a half feet, looking at the thin body, taking off the clothes and the tendons and flesh all over the body, as the so-called: look thin in clothes, and have meat when you take off your clothes!

It's just that the saliva at the corner of the mouth at this time spoils this handsomeness.

You can sleep comfortably on this "bed", and you are not afraid of falling under the tree. In Lingyi's own words: instead of wasting time building a bed, it is better to leave more time to sleep, not to mention that the triangular structure is the strongest structure.

The sun is shining, and it is very pleasant.

"Ding, bell" There were constant sounds of fighting from a distance, there were snorts of fists and feet, and there were fierce shouts.

But the noise didn't disturb Ling Yi's sweet dream.

From far to near, the people who fought became more and more courageous, and the shouts became louder and louder.

"Boom", the giant tree shook, Ling Yi was excited, fell from the tree, lay on the ground and shouted: "Earthquake, earthquake!"

A pair of large hands lifted him up from the ground, and Ling Yi realized that there was no earthquake at this time.

There were five more people beside him, a thief-eyed man carrying him, and an old man and a red-haired young man stood beside him.

A masked woman was leaning against the giant tree, and it seemed that she was knocked unconscious by these people, and she was also the culprit who caused the "earthquake".

There is another person who is more miserable, lying on the ground motionless, his face is pale, his mouth is spitting blood, from the feeling of falling from the tree just now, Ling Yi feels that this person was knocked out by him falling from the tree, poor man.

Breaking free from the shackles of the thief-eyed man, Ling Yi muttered: "Disturbing people's dreams, it's like killing your parents, you deserve to be smashed, phew!" Spit at the people on the ground.

"I'm here to do business in the Chimu Sect, and the idlers will stay away!" the red-haired young man said.

"It's a lot to talk about such a flower, and you will be so miserable that you will kill your senior brother", the thief-eyed man drank.

Ling Yi looked down at his clothes, although there were a few patches, the stitches were delicate and the clothes were clean, this was the clothes that his sister sewed for him when he shrunk and dieted, and he couldn't tolerate insults from others.

"Who do you say is Hanako, you are Hanako, your whole family is Hanako, hum!"

"Hey, the kid's mouth is quite poisonous, get out of the way, don't force me to do it," the old man said angrily.

"The old flower is angry, come and beat me, don't flash the old waist and become an old monster, hahaha......"

In terms of quarrels, Ling Yi is not afraid of others.

"Uhhh

Ling Yi dodged and dodged, not daring to be careless.

Chasing and fighting, Ling Yi can always dodge sword moves dangerously and dangerously, and when he fights to a moment, Ling Yi only escapes without fighting, and the thief's eyebrows are even more angry, and his breath gradually becomes chaotic.

"Solve it quickly, solve this kid quickly, and then you will change," the old man urged.

"You kid is a monkey, do you dare to fight me head-on?"

"Why don't you dare, I'm afraid I'll beat you like that man underground. ”

Ling Yi bypassed the giant tree, picked up the giant hammer that fell on the side, shouted, jumped three feet, and hit the thief's chest with a hammer, although there was a hand and a sword to resist, but there was still a crisp sound, the sword was broken, the hand was broken, the sternum was broken, and the thief was really like a senior brother, lying on the ground motionless.

"Why are you so weak? Hey, that old man, didn't you teach your apprentice well? You're afraid that you're hiding tricks, you still have to teach them!" Ling Yi shook his head and sighed as he hated iron and steel.

"Martial Master Intermediate Rank" looked at Ling Yi and the giant hammer in his hand, and the old man and the red-haired young man exclaimed.

Looking at Ling Yi's weapon, it seems ordinary, but it is not ordinary. It is said that it is not ordinary, but it is an ordinary casting hammer, and it is said that it is ordinary, but its hammer head is larger than the ordinary, and the handle of the hammer is longer than the ordinary, and it is dark and deep, and if it is made of cast iron, it weighs seven or eight hundred pounds by the eye.

The old man was surprised, how did this kid lift such a heavy giant hammer? Even a martial artist perfection level powerhouse like him may not be able to use it freely, this kid is born with divine power!

The red-haired young man took care of the two people underground, and the old man hurriedly attacked Ling Yi, a pair of iron palms that made people full of pressure.