"Poof......

Looking at Wang Chan's big sparkling eyes, Zhizhen slapped him in the face, and scolded with a smile: "You, you, don't be dissatisfied, others may not be able to cultivate to the second grade realm of the day after tomorrow in their lifetime, and you have already reached it in less than half a year of practicing martial arts, and you are not satisfied?"

"What people need to do is to climb to the sky one step at a time, not one step at a time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoYou can't climb the mountain in one step, but if you don't take a single step, you can fall off the cliff. ”

Zhizhen looked at Wang Chan, restrained his smile, and said solemnly: "Even if I violate the rules of the temple and now teach you the body of the immovable king, you can't practice, what I want to teach you next is a product of body protection exercises, the golden bell jar." This exercise can be said to be an advanced exercise of the iron cloth shirt that I passed on to you before, and you have the foundation of the iron cloth shirt, and the cultivation will be much faster than that of ordinary people. ”

"Shaolin Golden Bell Jar is different from those big road goods circulating on the rivers and lakes, it is not a simple horizontal practice of external skills, but a mastery of internal and external skills. It is divided into 12 levels, each level is more difficult to practice than the previous level, as long as you practice to the sixth level, the whole body is like gold and iron, invulnerable, water and fire are difficult to invade. At that time, with the skill of the Red Flame Blood Claw, the disciple of the Hellfire Venerable, it will not be easy to break your defenses. After the completion of the twelve levels, King Kong is not bad, pointing directly to the golden body of Arhat. Afraid that Wang Chan would slack off his practice because he despised the golden bell jar, Zhizhen explained earnestly.

"I know, Master, I was just joking. If you don't understand this simple truth, I don't deserve to be your disciple. Wang Chan chuckled, feeling a little moved by his master.

For the importance of being down-to-earth, Wang Chan is very clear. Only the power that comes from cultivating step by step is truly your own power, and the power obtained with the help of pulling out the seedlings of foreign objects is nothing more than a castle in the air, a dream bubble, and it becomes empty in an instant.

It's just that it seems that I'm going to go farther and farther down the wrong road of a tough guy, Wang Chan's face twitched, the freshly dressed angry horse, the chivalrous style of the white-clothed sword is getting farther and farther away from him, it's really not okay to have a monk with red lips and white teeth, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, don't practice to the end to become a big man with full body muscles, thick eyebrows and big eyes, ah hey!

"On the day of your apprenticeship, I told you something. ”

"If you want to hit someone, you have to learn to be beaten first. Wang Chan was weak and weak.

"You know, I'll take you somewhere later. Jijin nodded in satisfaction and smiled.

Looking at Zhizhen's more and more kind smiling face, Wang Chan suddenly had a bad premonition, his body couldn't help but shudder, and the trace of emotion that had finally risen up gradually disappeared.

......

Following behind Zhizhen, Wang Chan walked from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain,

Until now, Wang Chan knew that there was a cave at the foot of Xiaolian Peak.

The cave is extremely hidden, and the entrance to the cave is covered by a large number of weeds, so it is impossible to detect it unless you look closely.

Under the leadership of Zhizhen, Wang Chan walked into the cave, just entered the cave entrance, a hot air came to his face, as if he was in a furnace, it was late autumn at this time, and the autumn was strong outside, but the heat here was like two worlds compared to the coolness outside.

The space in the cave is not large, except for the three-foot-long and wide stone pool in the center of the cave, there is only a square stone platform, and there are obvious traces of people sitting upright on the stone platform.

When I approached the stone pool, I saw that it was filled with pale white water, which was gurgling and bubbling, and a scorching sensation came to my face.

Before Wang Chan could react, he was kicked into the pool by Zhizhen.

"Poof!"

I saw a splash of water, and Wang Chan had already fallen into the water.

"It's hot! It's hot!"

Wang Chan felt as if he was in boiling water, and the hot feeling made him can't help but cry out, he just wanted to use his internal strength to resist this scorching heat, but found that the true qi in his body seemed to be stuck in the mud and couldn't function at all. Wang Chan immediately realized that it was Fang Caizhizhen's ghost, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth in anger.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that Wang Chan's skin became red, and sweat surged out of his face like a tide.

"This is a natural geothermal spring, you can use the heat of the geothermal spring here to cultivate the first level of the Golden Bell Jar. I've sealed your cultivation for the time being, which means that now all you can rely on is the Golden Bell Jar. When will you be able to sleep leisurely in the pool, your golden bell jar will be considered a small success. I'll let you come out then, or you'll just stay here honestly, and if you can't stand it, you can climb out of the pool and sit on the stone platform to meditate, or study the thirty-six dragon claw grapplers. Zhizhen glanced at Wang Chan, the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, and turned to leave.

Looking at Zhizhen's departing figure, Wang Chan gritted his teeth, took off the monk's robe that was soaked in the pool water, sat down cross-legged in the middle of the stone pool, bare his upper body, felt the high temperature of the spring in the ground, and secretly operated the mental method of the first level of the golden bell jar.

The spring water spewed out by the hot spring is no different from boiling water, if it weren't for Wang Chan's iron cloth shirt, I am afraid that he would be scalded as soon as he entered the stone pool. But even so, Wang Chan still felt hot all over his body, and the water in his body was losing rapidly.

It didn't take long for even his head to start swelling, and Wang Chan felt dizzy, as if he had been in the sauna for a long time in his previous life. But with his current physique, even if he stays in the sauna for the rest of his life, it is no problem.

However, the benefits are also very obvious, Wang Chan silently runs the mental method of the first level of the golden bell jar, and with the burning of the spring water from the ground, he feels that the muscles of the whole body are constantly repeating the process of "melting" and "regenerating". This is similar to his cultivation of iron cloth shirts under the Xiaolian Peak Waterfall that day, but the golden bell jar is obviously more advanced.

Half an hour passed, and Wang Chan was still sitting in the pool, his whole body was red, and his naked upper body was constantly bubbling white.

An hour passed, and Wang Chan was still sitting there, frowning and clenching his teeth.

Three hours passed, and Wang Chan began to tremble.

The body had obviously reached its limit, and Wang Chan knew that if he continued to practice vigorously, it would be worth the loss.

Wang Chan opened his eyes and slowly crawled out of the stone pool. As soon as he came ashore, he lay there on all fours, and by this time he had no strength to speak of, and fatigue came upon him, and soon there was a whirring and snoring sound.

"It's really a bit unexpected for me to be able to last for three hours in my first cultivation, but this stubbornness has been passed down from generation to generation......"

At the mouth of the cave, Zhizhen stood there looking at the sleeping Wang Chan, and a gentle smile rose on the corner of his mouth.