The ancient sun is like boiling magma wrapped in it, exuding unrelenting scorching power.

Many people had completed the first training assigned by Murong Zhuo, and one by one they sat down cross-legged, making a strange handprint with their hands in their arms, and began to perceive this primordial spiritual power, and tried to attract the spirit into their bodies.

In the spacious training ground, only a sweaty teenager was struggling forward like a hard-working old cow, the iron ring was fastened to his chest, and at the end of the long iron chain, a heavy square iron slowly moved forward with his difficult steps.

Sweat soaked his clothes, blurring his vision, but he didn't know it, his mouth let out a low roar, slowly walked forward, behind him, Murong Zhuo stood on top of the iron, his eyes were slightly surprised, but his mouth was still extremely disdainful and said: "Slow, too slow!"

This is Li Jianzhou's third lap around the training ground, and after calculation, he still needs to take this iron lump for another seven laps, fortunately, he has broken through a heavy physical realm, otherwise he would not have enough physical strength to complete this training, but now Li Jianzhou is no longer as reluctant to trot as before, and every step he takes is like a thousand stones!

The training ground is very large, a lap is enough to travel about five kilometers, when Li Jianzhou walked to the eighth lap, the scorching sun was already in the sky, the blazing sun made his head dizzy, his nerves were like a messy ball of thread, every hair was stretching, trying his best to eliminate the scorching and unbearable temperature in his body, which was a sign that his physical strength was about to reach the limit.

"Ninth lap!"

The sudden dizziness and swollen soles of his feet had already made Li Jianzhou begin to hallucinate slightly, the feeling of soreness and exhaustion slowly corroded his belief, Li Jianzhou's physical strength had reached the limit, he wanted to fall asleep, but a strong belief repeatedly supported him.

"It's not easy to shake the tree with a mayfly, a hundred years is too long, just seize the day, he still has a big revenge to avenge, and there is a life-and-death battle in three months, how can he slack off now?!"

"Only those who have been tempered can be called the strongest!"

With this belief, unknown forces poured into his body in a steady stream, Li Jianzhou gritted his teeth, his face was full of unyielding spirit, and his speed slowly increased again.

"Huh?"

Murong Zhuo on the iron block was slightly surprised, as if he had made some kind of decision in his eyes, and slowly became sharper, this young man may not be as simple as it seems.

"Whew..."

Heavy breathing is replaced rhythmically, Li Jianzhou knows that he can't rest yet, once he falls asleep, then all the efforts and efforts will be greatly discounted, and the exercise after the limit can better achieve twice the result with half the effort!

Li Jianzhou's eyes were unprecedentedly firm, and even his pace slowly calmed down.

"It's here!"

Finally, Li Jianzhou finished the last tenth lap, and his physical strength was drained, and he suddenly fell to the ground as if he had lost his support, and when the faint breath sounded from his nose, Murong Zhuo nodded with satisfaction, jumped down from the iron block, and said to the two winged cavalry soldiers who had been waiting for a long time:

"It's time to start distributing the syrup!"

At the same time, the other people in the field just passed the three trainings formulated by Murong Zhuo, which were to drag the iron chain ball around the training ground for ten laps, smash it into pieces with their fists when the pig iron was not heated, and hold on to the carved bow made by pulling the bones of the spirit beast for ten minutes!

Even if they all have a realm and strength far beyond Li Jianzhou, under this kind of cruel training, they are obviously a little unbearable, and the sturdy chest that is full of desire is breathing heavily, and sweat slowly flows through it like a small spring.

As long as they can boil their physical strength and strengthen their physical bodies, Murong Zhuo can be said to do everything, and at the same time, only by constantly letting them try the limits of their physical bodies like this can their hearts and muscles gradually become flexible and solid.

It's just that after this kind of excessive squeezing, if they can't be effectively supplemented, then the body will be damaged after excessive fatigue, which will not only affect cultivation, but also achieve counterproductive effects, so the spiritual pulp that Murong Zhuo prepared for them is a good medicine to nourish their physical bodies.

The spirit pulp is a great tonic decoction made by the second-grade alchemist in the general's mansion using various first-grade herbs, which can replenish your lost physical energy in time, and at the same time, it can also play a dual effect of filling hunger and recuperating injuries, and the medicinal effects that cannot be absorbed will be precipitated in your body, so that the next training can allow you to completely absorb these hidden medicinal effects.

If it is in Tianfeng Academy, these benefits can only be enjoyed by the strong academy disciples of the North Academy, and if you don't please the mentor, you may even be stripped of your qualifications to obtain this resource.

After getting Murong Zhuo's permission, the two winged cavalry soldiers began to give orders, so the soldiers began to give bowls to these people who were about to step into the True Martial Realm, looking at these towering bodies with tigers on their backs, their eyes were full of indescribable awe!

Among these people, there will be winged cavalry soldiers holding divine weapons, stepping on spirit beasts, and soaring in the sky!

As the guards of the Wing Heavenly Mansion, they may not be able to break through this hurdle for the rest of their lives, and if they want to train here like this group of people, you must reach the Eightfold Flesh Body Realm to prove that your perception of spiritual power has a chance to break through the True Martial Realm!

"Drink pulp!"

A winged cavalry shouted at the throat, opened the barrel, and a strong medicinal fragrance suddenly wafted out, and these already hungry soldiers couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and everyone consciously held the bowl horizontally after taking it.

After seeing their movements, the winged cavalry put his middle finger and index finger together, and a faint spiritual power flew out of his body, controlling streams of pale golden viscous liquid to sway down the air, falling into these people's bowls one by one!

"Spiritual power is released!"

Although they have seen the methods of the powerhouses of the True Martial Realm countless times, every time they see this scene, they still feel that their hearts are beating wildly, this is something that only immortal cultivators who have reached the True Martial Realm can do, and they are only one step away from the True Martial Realm, and this seemingly one-step distance is as far away as a different space.

Li Jianzhou was not as relaxed as them, lying motionless on the ground like a dead maggot, and when the wisps of spiritual pulp scattered from the air into his mouth, they slowly introduced into his body, warming his body that had already collapsed.

Feeling the soreness in his body slightly relieved, and faintly full, Li Jianzhou barely stumbled up from the ground and stretched so that the effect of the medicine could soak into every part of his body.

"Rest in place for ten minutes, your next training will be even harder!"

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Murong Zhuo's majestic and terrifying cold voice came.

Everyone drank the spiritual syrup in the bowl, lay flat on the ground and remained motionless, greedily sniffing the fresh and rare air of this world, at this moment, every minute and every second of time seemed so luxurious and precious.

It's just that the quiet and comfortable time always passes quickly, accompanied by Murong Zhuo's shout.

"Assemble!"

Everyone stood in their positions as fast as they could, and lined up.

"Let you feel the momentum and coercion of the Tianwu Realm, and if you can't hold out for ten minutes, you will be dealt with by military law. Murong Zhuo slowly walked to the front of the crowd with a dead face, and after thinking for a moment, he pointed directly at Li Jianzhou and said coldly: "You need to hold on for a minute!"

Murong Zhuo's words fell into Li Jianzhou's eyes, like thunder, he was just a heavy body realm, how could he resist the momentum of the Heavenly Martial Realm?

The powerhouse of the Heavenly Martial Realm can already sacrifice the battle flag from the Heavenly Mansion and control the spiritual power realm, and its momentum is far stronger than that of the True Martial Realm, under this kind of momentum that spans two large sections, he is very likely to have a worry about his life, what kind of calculation is this Murong Zhuo fighting?!

The others did not laugh at Li Jianzhou anymore, but showed shallow anger and unbearability in their eyes.

If it were themselves, let alone ten minutes, even if it was three more minutes, with a strong physical body as support, they could still grit their teeth and persevere, but the young man had just finished refining the skin, how could he resist this coercion?

This is undoubtedly murder!