On the grinding table, Ye Feng's cultivation continued, this is a kind of cultivation that is different from spiritual power, but the pain is still not pleasant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Before you know it, five or six minutes have passed, don't look at this short time, a stunned time has passed, but it is different on the grinding table.

The grinding table seems to have a special ability to slow down the flow of time, and it is not impossible for people to give people ten times or even a hundred times the difference in time between the stage and the stage, Ye Feng is immersed in this huge contrast.

"This kid is really expected to break the record of Xiao Leizi!".

The old spirit lay on the recliner, swaying, so uncomfortable, floating into the air to look at Ye Feng on the grinding table, giving approval.

Although looking at Ye Feng on the grinding platform, his body kept shaking, as if he had polio, sweat came out of the pores of Ye Feng's body, and he could raise fish even if the stone platform was wet.

Ye Feng's brows were also tightened, his muscles were tense, and his teeth were creaking, but he was still persistent.

The inscription array on the grinding table emitted a faint golden light, telling the old spirit that it was not lazy, and Ye Feng was enduring its grinding all the time.

Time passed little by little, and soon the ten-minute mark of the Thunder King was passed.

Ye Feng showed no signs of retreating, but his body was constantly trembling, and it weakened at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Could it be that he has adapted to the crushing of the stone mill?

The more Lao Ling looked at it, the more he appreciated it, and he knew that for a martial artist in the Quenching Body Realm, it was already very good to be able to endure five minutes on the grinding table.

Like Xiao Leizi, a martial artist who can endure up to ten minutes, his willpower can be said to be outstanding, and there is no one in a million, which is also the reason why Xiao Leizi was able to reach the title of king later.

The old spirit himself has lived too long, what kind of genius has not seen it?

Martial arts cultivation not only depends on the physical talent of the martial artist, but also on the spiritual talent of the martial artist, and even faintly the latter is more important than the former.

In the early stage of martial arts cultivation, people with good physical talents, although they have a high degree of acceptance of spiritual power and have a good effect on the absorption of elixir and elixir, will naturally surpass some people with poor physical talent from the very beginning.

However, in the later stage of martial arts, the body of any martial artist has not experienced the great test of spiritual power and adapted to spiritual power, and at this time, the competition is the willpower of the martial artist.

People with strong willpower are full of firmness in the path of martial arts, and often do not enter the outer path of evil demons, and can endure more tribulations, sharpen their Dao body, and impact to a higher level of martial arts.

On the contrary, some people with good talent and weak willpower will be eliminated in the middle of the process.

In the eyes of the old spirit, Ye Feng is undoubtedly a person with strong willpower.

Although this kid's own talent is also good, he has not yet reached the level of excellence, let alone wants to compare with some of the anti-heaven races in the galaxy.

If Ye Feng wants to rise, willpower is crucial.

"It seems that this kid has to be given a little more difficulty!".

Lao Ling's eyes squinted at Ye Feng and suddenly turned positive, this kid didn't disappoint him, then let him see where this kid's limit is.

The grinding table seemed to have life, and after listening to the old spirit's words, the faint golden light became more violent again, and the speed of the stone mill also accelerated.

Hum!

In the Divine Sea, Ye Feng's spiritual body let out a muffled snort, and he found that the stinging sensation coming from the stone mill was even stronger.

"What's going on?".

During this time, he thought that he had experienced the most painful experience of his life, although only ten minutes had passed, but it was as difficult as a year.

In the end, his spiritual power was actually numb to the grinding of the stone mill, and Ye Feng was still ready to sleep, let the stone mill toss.

It's okay now, and I the stone mill before I slept.

The stone mill accelerated the grinding speed and squeezing force, Ye Feng felt depressed, who did he recruit to provoke whom, you can bully me with a stone mill, don't you play like this?

But who cares about the stone mill, if the speed of the stone mill is doubled in the last second, then this time, the grinding speed of the stone mill can reach three times, and the extrusion force will also increase exponentially.

Pain, pain, pain!

Ye Feng once again felt the pain of his spiritual power being ground by the stone mill for the first time, good guy, such pain actually had to happen again.

There was no way, Ye Feng could only endure it, no matter how big and strong the pain was, he didn't think about giving up, Lao Ling had said that the longer he persisted, the better the effect.

He's only been ten minutes now, which is too short.

"Five hundred years ago, the predecessors of the Thunder King should have endured for a longer time, otherwise how could they get the title and become a king in a spiritual power attribute."

Ye Feng knew that if he wanted to gain strong strength, if he wanted to surpass the Thunder King, and if he wanted to step into that path of exploration, then he would have to make more painful efforts than others.

In fact, Ye Feng didn't know, and the Thunder King endured it for ten minutes, if he knew, he would have a deeper understanding of the horror of the spiritual power grinding platform.

A titled king, and also a thunder attribute titled king who has mastered the thunder punishment, his endurance on the spiritual power grinding platform is not as high as his, and it is also an exciting thing to think about.

Buzz!

The stone mill continued to rotate, and after Ye Feng's spiritual power flowed out of the notch, it also became more and more condensed and pure, and some impurities were removed in the process of grinding.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that Ye Feng's spiritual power has gradually compressed from the original gaseous state, and has gradually changed to a liquid state little by little.

Although the quantity is decreasing, the volume is shrinking, but the quality is degrading, which is a qualitative change.

At this moment, time had long since become unimportant, and Ye Feng was immersed in the transformation of his spiritual power.

He didn't know how many times his spiritual power had been grinded, and he wouldn't calculate, he only knew that the pain in his mind was getting lighter and lighter, and even disappearing.

If at first, his mind was like the pain of countless pins and needles, the pain of tearing.

So now, in his mind, it was like someone touching it with his hand, and there was less pain, and even a little comfortable.

Well!

"Damn, why is this kid still moaning comfortably?

The old spirit was frightened, it was the first time he saw someone on the spiritual power grinding platform, moaning comfortably, thinking that Xiao Leizi was crying for his father and mother.

"This kid is really so strong-willed, it's terrifying!".

Ye Feng was immersed in this comfortable grinding, and did not notice the shocked expression of the old spirit.

He saw that his spiritual power was becoming more and more condensed, and there were faint small droplets of liquid spiritual power.

With each grinding, the gaseous volume of his spiritual power would decrease by a part, and at the same time, the small water droplets would also increase a little.

Time went on, and after a while, the stone mill suddenly stopped turning.

Ye Feng was overjoyed, it seems that he is going to increase his speed again, if so, he will hurry.

At this moment, Ye Feng was excited, turned his spiritual power into a finger, hooked his hand to the stone mill, and teased.

Hehe, just now he just wanted to sleep, this guy increased his speed, and now he is being teased by himself, and he is not angry and crazy, isn't this what he wants?

But after a long time, Ye Feng was dumbfounded, and there was no movement on the stone platform.

Ye Feng was strange in his heart, he promised that it was not his reason, but he did not give the order to quit.

What the hell is going on? It wasn't him, it could only be the millstone, and at that moment the old spirit's voice came, waking him up.

"Come down, boy, the demon crystal has no energy!"

Ye Feng opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the demon crystal in the groove of the grinding table, which suddenly shattered and disappeared, what was going on?

Ye Feng cast an inquiring look at the old spirit, he remembered clearly, the old spirit also told him that the fourth-level demon crystal in his hand could open the grinding table four times.

Seeing Ye Feng's eyes, Lao Ling felt embarrassed, and pretended to be silent on the surface.

He wouldn't admit that he had raised the difficulty level of the grinding table halfway, otherwise he wouldn't have been yelled at by this kid to accompany the demon crystal, this kid was the most picky person he had ever seen.

The old spirit said without beating his heart and blushing: "Maybe the grinding table is in disrepair, so the utilization rate of the demon crystal spiritual power has decreased a lot, and it was Uncle Ben who misjudged just now."

Ye Feng projected a skeptical look again, as if to say, is this really the case?

The old spirit is angry, what kind of eyes does this kid have, he dares to doubt him.

"Boy, don't look at people with that suspicious look, no, look at the spirit, can't Uncle Ben make a mistake?

Rumble!

Ye Feng jumped off the grinding platform, the ground trembled, his eyes were closed, and he felt the spiritual power in the sea of gods, the changes before and after were really different.

In the past, if his spiritual power had an air mass the size of a melon, now it can only be regarded as an air mass the size of a duck's egg, semi-liquefied.

Although the volume seemed to have decreased, Ye Feng could feel the strength of his spiritual power, which was several points higher than before.

And the more full your spirit, the more endurance for pain will be more durable in the future.

In contrast, the loss of a fourth-level demon crystal is not a problem, but it is a pity that this grinding table does not seem to be of great help to him in the future.

Old Ling saw Ye Feng's worries: "You kid are worried, this grinding table won't help you sharpen your spiritual power in the future, right?"

Ye Feng felt that the old spirit had something to say, and looked at the old spirit nervously and said, "Is there a more advanced grinding table?"

The old spirit pretended to be mysterious: "You kid should cultivate hard, with your current spiritual strength, you can be said to be the first person under the Na Ling Realm, as for the matter of the more advanced grinding table, when you break through to the Na Ling Realm, you will know."

After speaking, the old spirit didn't wait for Ye Feng to ask, so he took Ye Feng out of this space, returned to Ye Feng's cage, left a word, and flew away.

"Boy Ai, if you want to know more secrets of this ring, you can cultivate hard, and when your strength is strong, what you should know will naturally let you know."

"More secrets?".

Ye Feng clenched his fists, looking at the depths of the mountains and lakes in the distance, with a yearning on his face, what kind of wonderful world will there be behind it?

But right now, it's still important to cultivate.

(To be continued)