As soon as Liu Bian's mind moved, the Heavenly Dao Brain spontaneously operated.

The gossip is circulating, and hundreds of millions of runes are flickering, as if they are brain cells, in the fastest calculation.

Liu Bian's eyes flickered, and a humanoid light and shadow suddenly appeared, which was his own appearance, practicing Songhe Wanshou Boxing with one move and one style.

Seeing oneself from another perspective is undoubtedly a novel feeling.

Every move and formula has been analyzed, and the principle of the exercises to polish the muscles, as well as the distribution of the four hundred and sixty-five muscles, have all become real and effective data.

The modern human muscle structure diagram is included as a parameter, and the Heavenly Dao Brain rapidly calculates to obtain a new exercise data model, and constantly deduces and optimizes.

Liu Bian hurried away while unfolding his footwork, while paying attention to the progress of the Heavenly Dao Brain.

This time is unusual.

Songhe Wanshou Quan is a rare wonderful technique in the world, and it is not easy to optimize it on this basis.

Liu changed his soul to a great extent, and had to stop many times in the middle to restore his soul through visualization.

This was repeated more than ten times, and time flew by.

Finally, three days later, a piece of information flowed out of the Heavenly Dao's brain.

"Martial arts optimization completed!"

A humanoid light and shadow appeared again, the same Songhe Wanshou Fist, and the same Liu Bian's body shape, but every move and style brought him a completely different feeling.

The moves are as endless as flowing water, like a breeze and floating clouds, and they are ethereal.

The legs are rooted in the earth, like a pine and immovable, and the arms are stretched, like a crane spreading its wings and singing, leaving behind and independent.

The body sometimes jumps in the air, like a crane flying into the sky, sometimes walking rapidly, like a tiger descending the mountain, sometimes punching like thunder, like an antelope hanging its horns......

The sleeves of the shirt flew, and the clothes on the body flew even more, rolling up the wind and airflow, getting louder and louder.

Every move and style is extremely beautiful, like a dance of heaven and man, but it is extremely powerful, with a kind of fairy meaning of the unity of heaven and man.

Each move may seem like a small change, but the change it brings is significant.

As the figure demonstrated the moves, every muscle on its body trembled, torn, and reshaped, as if it had been repeatedly beaten on fire, becoming as tough as iron, and nothing was missing.

"What a subtle move!" Liu Bian's eyes were full of brilliance, there was no doubt that the optimized Songhe Wanshou Fist had achieved the ultimate in meat refining kung fu.

But it's not perfect!

Because this is just refining meat to achieve the extreme, and then there are refining tendons, refining membranes, and refining bones!

With Liu Bian's current martial arts knowledge reserves, he can only reluctantly optimize the exercises to the extreme of meat refining, and if he wants to refine his muscles, skin, and bones to the extreme, he must have incomparably strong martial arts attainments.

The road to martial arts is still very long!

Liu Bian is well aware of his own shortcomings, but no matter how far he goes, he has to go step by step.

He put aside all distractions and rehearsed the improved boxing technique in a new way.

The brain of the Heavenly Dao is operating, and the move data of the fist method is clear in front of you, and there is no secret at all.

It was already dark, Liu Bian found a stone cave in the wilderness, lit a bonfire, opened a stance, and practiced boxing.

It's still the original boxing method, it's still nine moves, but each move has undergone subtle and subtle optimizations, removing the dross and leaving its essence.

Some useless move changes have been removed, and some changes may seem like minor improvements, but the effect is extremely significant.

Crunch!

Liu became a stiff muscle, his body twisted to the limit, there was no pain in his body, and the six hundred and thirty-nine muscles in his body were stretched and torn, and the whole person seemed to fall apart.

He carried his qi and blood, and under the stimulation of his muscles, he was like a wave.

The meat buns bulged out like little mice and moved around their bodies.

The hot qi and blood flowed all over the body, and the broken muscles recovered and metamorphosed rapidly, becoming more and more tenacious than before, containing majestic strength.

If iron ore used to be full of impurities, now it is roasted in a blazing fire to extract the essence of steel.

"Name: Liu Bian

Age: 14

Identity: Abolished Emperor

Cultivation: Student (Xiandao), Wusheng (Martial Arts)

Physique: 66

Spirit: 76

Force: 69"

"The physique has increased by 8 points, and the force has also increased by 2 points!" Liu Bian stretched his body, feeling that he had broken free of an invisible restraint, and his whole body was sore but he was agile and free.

His heart moved, and he suddenly punched.

Faint waves rise and fall on the body, and the power is transmitted, one after the other, converging in one place.

Rumble!

A dull sound of breaking the air,

Liu Bian threw a punch, as if even the air had been blown up, and the bonfire in front of him exploded out of thin air, and sparks exploded everywhere.

"The strength of the fist breaks through the air, and the cow is fought across the mountain!" Liu Bian retracted his fist and exhaled, and his face couldn't help but show joy.

Being able to throw such a powerful punch shows that his flesh and blood have been trained to a certain strength, and it is only a matter of course to continue to reach the realm of refining flesh like iron.

But after all, practicing martial arts is a long stream, and if you exercise too hard, it is easy to hurt yourself.

Refining meat is a process of breaking and then standing.

Liu Bian felt his own limit, so he stopped in moderation.

The bonfire was silently extinguished, and the empty desert returned to silence.

Liu Bian sat cross-legged on the ground, his breath was low, like a break but very long.

He visualized the brain of the Heavenly Dao, and his soul was immersed in a state of thoughtlessness, and gradually the pain in his body was forgotten, and the residual thoughts were sensed around him, and the slightest abnormal movement would wake him up.

Nothing happened overnight.

When Liu Bian opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright, and he only felt refreshed.

Instead of sleep, the recovery of the soul is far beyond the ordinary, and this is the strangeness of the immortal people.

Liu Chang looked at the direction of Jin Wu Dongsheng, and his footsteps did not stop for a moment, heading straight to the east.

The desert is far bigger than you can imagine.

He stretched his hands, touched his toes lightly on the ground, and his steps were already striding away, like a crane spreading its wings and flying, his feet were extremely fast, and he could reach five hundred miles away in one day.

But despite this, Liu Bian still did not get out of the desert.

If it weren't for the sun all the way to the east, he almost thought he was on the wrong track.

More than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The wind howled, rolling up a continuous cloud of sand and dust to sweep through the heavens and the earth.

Liu changed the wind and moved forward.

Suddenly, the ground shook in front of him, and it seemed that thousands of troops and horses were galloping.

He looked into the wind and saw a thousand-strong cavalry galloping towards him, with a banner erected on it, and the word "Yuan" was impressive.

Behind the cavalry were a group of men in shabby clothes, thin as wood, with yellow faces and hunger.

"Huh?" seemed to feel his gaze, the military general at the head of the fierce gaze, stabbed straight over, "What a quick footwork! This kid is strong and strong, and he has martial arts, just to be caught as a small soldier in our army!

"Yes!" the general gave an order, and suddenly a group of cavalry separated from the army and came straight towards Liu.

Those who are good do not come, and those who come are not good!

Liu Chang's face became gloomy.

In troubled times, people are not as good as dogs.

Armies are often more vicious than bandits, and wherever they go, they plague everywhere they go.

The princes of the Eighteen Roads are all righteous and awe-inspiring, but in fact, they are all heroes, and none of them are good.

He seems to have met the subordinates of these princes, and he wants to capture the strong men and strengthen his own soldiers and horses!