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Two days later, Qinglin's fingers on both hands were crystal clear, and the veins were visible, as if they were transparent.

A red light flickered from time to time, looming.

Looking at the desktop in front of him, which had been completely penetrated, Qinglin's face showed joy and cheered in his heart.

However, his palm was scratched, blood exposed, and there were some sawdust on it, apparently cut by the tabletop.

Surprisingly, his palms were injured, but his fingers were fine.

"You can penetrate this table, but it's only limited to your fingers, and the next thing to practice is your palm. Di Ling said.

Qinglin was very excited, just his fingers were so sharp, he had already seen hope, when his whole body was like this, he would definitely be able to dominate the world!

According to what Di Ling said, next, start cultivating the palm.

"The palm of the hand is different from the fingers, and the fingers are more fragile than the palm, which means that the palm of the hand is much more bearable. ”

Qinglin nodded, humbly asking for advice.

"Casserole finger practice, the temperature is acceptable, if you want to practice hands, you need to hot iron. ”

Hearing this, Qinglin's little face immediately turned white.

The so-called 'hot iron' is to burn the iron red.

"Burn the palm with a hot iron, expel the original texture of the palm, as well as the innate impurities in it, and then use the Great Emperor Lu to absorb spiritual power and regenerate the palm. ”

After Di Ling finished speaking, seeing Qinglin's little face turned pale, he couldn't help but laugh: "Are you afraid?"

"I ......"

Qinglin is speechless, the casserole is practicing his fingers, the pain is the extreme, and the palm of his hand is burned with hot iron, who can bear it?

"I'm not afraid!" Looking at his fingers, Qinglin puffed out his cheeks, slightly unconvinced.

"If you're not afraid, prepare a hot iron. "What Di Ling said was very casual.

"It's not you who hurt. ”

Qinglin muttered in his heart, and then found someone to prepare a hot iron.

When the next person saw that Qinglin wanted a casserole before and a hot iron later, he was puzzled.

This is all dangerous things, if you are not careful, you will suffer, he was worried that Qinglin would hurt himself, he thought about it for a while, and finally told Jinyuan about it.

Jinyuan learned about it and hurried over.

Qinglin was startled when he saw Jinyuan suddenly arrive, and hurriedly asked, "Mother, why are you here?"

"What do you want to do with iron?" Jin Yuan asked with a frown.

Qinglin knew that if Jin Yuan knew that he was cultivating like this, he would definitely stop it, so he didn't dare to let Jin Yuan know, but he didn't want to, so the next person actually told Jin Yuan about it, and he couldn't help but complain fiercely in his heart.

"I ...... I worked. "Qinglin for a while, how can he come up with an excuse.

"What's the use?" Jin Yuan asked again.

"I ......" Qinglin's eyes rolled around, and suddenly lit up: "I'm roasting!"

"Nonsense!"

As a mother, Jin Yuan knew Qinglin the best, and immediately said: "Hot iron is dangerous, you have nothing to do, don't touch this kind of thing." ”

"Oh, I see......" Qinglin lowered his head.

Jin Yuan sat here for a while, and then left.

An hour after he left, Qinglin poked his head out of the door and saw that Jinyuan was indeed gone, so he called the person again.

"If I ask you to prepare, you will prepare, you tell my mother what to do? If you do this, I will deduct your wages. Qinglin pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Am I not afraid that you will suffer?" explained.

"Don't worry about me, I didn't suffer a loss in that casserole, you just hurry up and prepare, don't tell my mother again, otherwise your salary will be deducted." ”

"Yes. ”

The servant shook his head, he understood that the little prince was kind-hearted, and this was just to scare himself.

After a short time, he asked people to carry the iron stove, which contained two pieces of hot iron, and placed them in Qinglin's room.

After the subordinates retreated, Qinglin walked to the iron furnace, looked at the two pieces of reddish iron inside, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching fiercely.

"I'm such a pervert. He muttered.

"Little pervert, don't waste time, hurry up, otherwise the temperature of the hot iron will drop. Emperor Ling urged.

Qinglin gritted his teeth, took the wooden stick again and bit it in his mouth, his heart was ruthless, and he suddenly pressed his hands into the iron furnace.

"Snort!"

As soon as his hands touched the iron, there was a sound of burnt flesh and blood, and the smell of meat came from the iron furnace.

"Hold on!" Seeing that Qinglin wanted to withdraw his hands, Di Ling hurriedly said: "It hurts for a second, and it hurts for a minute, but the longer it takes, the better the effect." ”

Qinglin was going to faint, and his whole body was convulsed.

He held on for a while, feeling that his consciousness was about to disappear completely, and quickly withdrew his palm and put it into the cold salt water he had prepared earlier.

"Snort!"

The sound was heard again, and hot air came out of the water.

"Ah!!h

The green tendons on Qinglin's head were exposed, his eyes were red, and his mouth was too hard, and blood was oozing out.

Like a red-hot iron, cooled in water, and salt water, this kind of pain is indeed unbearable.

His hands at the moment were pitted and blackened, like fresh meat that had been roasted, and there was no blood to see.

"Good. ”

Emperor Ling's words were full of satisfaction: "Hurry up and run the Great Emperor Lu, absorb the aura and regenerate the flesh and blood of your palm." ”

Qinglin almost dragged himself to the side of the bed, sat down cross-legged, the Great Emperor Lu was running, and the whirlpool above his head reappeared, like an initiation, pouring into the palm of his hand.

It can be seen that the black color of his palm is gradually disappearing, and the shriveled flesh is gradually plumping, and pieces of black coffee fall off from the palm, as if flesh and blood have regrown from the bone and pushed it down.

A refreshing and unbearable **** feeling came from the hand, and every time at this time, it was the time when Qinglin enjoyed it the most.

With the infusion of spiritual energy, the palm of the hand gradually became crystalline, and the blue and red veins appeared in front of Qinglin's eyes, exactly the same as when he had just practiced his fingers.

"The palm is not the same as the finger, the pain is greater, but the more powerful it is. After you have completely cultivated your palm, it is not difficult to break a thousand catties of boulders with a punch. Di Ling's words gave Qinglin some comfort.

"One punch to break a thousand pounds of boulders ......"

Qing Lin muttered to himself in his heart, he remembered that his father Qing Yuan had this kind of strength.

Soon, I'm going to have it myself!

With excitement in his heart, the fear of pain disappeared a lot, and Qinglin once again instructed his subordinates to prepare for hot ironing.

......

Day after day, in the blink of an eye, half a moon passed.

"Bang!"

In the back mountain of Qingyuan Mansion, Qinglin punched out, the fist was not close, and the fist wind made the boulder in front of him fly out of stone chips, and when the fist hit the boulder, there was a loud noise, which directly smashed the boulder into pieces!

"It's done!" Qing Lin looked at his fist, his face full of joy.

As soon as his mind moved, his hands disappeared red, and they looked no different from ordinary palms.

"Not bad. Di Ling was also slightly satisfied, unable to imagine that Qinglin could have such resilience and endure this great pain.

"If my father knew that I was so powerful, he would be very happy!" Qinglin muttered to himself.

"It's nothing to your father, but if you practice your arms, you'll be impressed. Di Ling said.

"Then cultivate your arms!" Qinglin was sure in his heart.

"Finger with fist force, fist with arm strength, when punching, is the arm of the accumulation, if you can practice into two arms, don't say a thousand catties, I am afraid that it is two thousand catties, three thousand catties, and even five thousand catties, can be broken with one punch. What Di Ling said made Qinglin look forward to it even more.

Arm training is more difficult than boxing.

According to Emperor Ling, it is necessary to first use a wooden stick to crush the meat, then use an iron rod to break the bones, and finally use the Great Emperor Lu to absorb the aura and breed it again before it can be practiced.

For Qinglin, the difficulty increased again.

He was not afraid of pain, but he was afraid that no one would dare to attack his arms with sticks and rods.

......

Back in Qingyuan Mansion, Qinglin pondered in the room for a while, and finally found two subordinates, one of whom was the one who had prepared the casserole and hot iron.

Its name is 'Song Zhen', and the other is 'Wang Er'.

After talking to them, Song Zhen and Wang Er turned pale, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged bitterly: "Little prince, if we have something to do with inconsiderate service, we will definitely change it." You...... Don't embarrass us. ”

Who can believe that there is such a perverted cultivation method?

They thought that Qinglin's cultivation must be the strongest family skill in Qingyuan Mansion, but Qingminggong was not cultivated like this, and Qinglin was now like this, which made them think that they were not taking good care of themselves, which made the little prince angry.

Qinglin had long expected this, with a small face, and scolded: "If you don't do what I say, I will tell my mother immediately, saying that you are bullying me, and let her find someone to beat you to death!"

"This ......" The two of them looked sad, they didn't expect that the little prince, who had always been kind and had never bullied his subordinates, would be so threatening.

"Don't worry, I'm really cultivating, just promise me, I'll beg you, okay?" Qinglin looked begging.

"This is an order, whoever dares not to obey will be beaten to death immediately!" Qinglin added another fire.

"Yes. The two reluctantly agreed.

......

In the back mountain of Qingyuan Mansion, few people come here, and under normal circumstances, someone breaks through before they come here to try their strength.

Song Zhen and Wang Eryi were on the left and on the right, each holding a wooden stick, and they were very hesitant when they saw Qinglin stretching out his arms.

They've been delaying here for five minutes, four times before, but they don't have momentum, they don't have the strength.

"Hurry up, don't waste time. Qinglin frowned and said.

The two glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, and suddenly swung the wooden stick, slamming it on Qinglin's arms.

This was winter, and where Qinglin's arm was smashed, it immediately swollen.

He endured the pain, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and said, "Next, hit all parts of your arm!"

Wang Er and Song Zhen completely collapsed, swung the wooden stick and smashed it indiscriminately, and in the end, Qinglin's arms were swollen, and an indescribable pain spread throughout his body.

"Smash with an iron rod!"

Qinglin's voice was almost always roaring.

Wang Er and Song Zhen are also convinced, if they want to die, it is best not to die, anyway, the two of them will die if they fight, and if they don't fight, they will die, fight!

"Bang bang!"

"Click!"

The iron rod was swung down, and a crisp sound that could be heard clearly came from Qinglin's arm, and Wang Er and Song Zhen sat on the ground, but they couldn't bear the pressure, so they fainted.

I don't know how long later, when the two woke up, they found that the little prince was looking at him with a smile, and his original scarred arm had been restored.

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