After walking through the forest for a while, Mu Yanchen bypassed the avenue, took the path back to his courtyard, and locked the gate. He did this to avoid the wind and the guys, after all, his test results were not spread, so he was still the kind of waste that could be bullied at will.

"Lingyuan Decision, Holy Rank Exercises......" Mu Yanchen rubbed the ancient font on the surface of the scroll, and sighed in his heart, the exercises and mystical techniques are the same level division, divided into spiritual level, jade level, holy level, god level, and supreme law, and he can choose at will as soon as he comes, I really don't know how to say this feeling.

But there is it, it doesn't matter how it came about.

A wave of tiredness hit, Mu Yanchen's eyes became confused, today's test and pulse beads resonated violently, I didn't feel it just now, but now as soon as I relaxed, I felt that my body was like a boiled noodle, and it was paralyzed all the time.

After hiding the blank papers, he put down the exercises, yawned and fell asleep.

......

Three days later, the southeast of the Feng family.

The Nu River was turbulent, rolling and surging, slapping the rock wall and splashing a crystal wave, a figure was like a spiritual snake in the rushing river, although he struggled to swim forward, but the huge force was pushing him back a little bit.

Other people have adapted to this situation, but they didn't gather any more attention for this desperate guy.

Reciting the first mantra of the "Eight Desolation Holy Bodies" silently in his heart, Mu Yanchen gritted his teeth and exerted his strength again, moving forward slowly. The cultivation of the "Eight Desolation Holy Body" is full of perversion, and the first weight alone has to be tempered on the waves, considering his actual situation, Mu Yanchen finally wisely chose to cultivate here.

The sun shone fiercely on the surface of the river, but it could not penetrate the darkness under the water. Mu Yanchen bravely tried to swim upstream, the river water slapped on his face and poured into his nose, but he was not afraid of suffocation, buried his head in the water, and swam to the bottom.

Half an hour later, the pale-faced man emerged from the water, swam with difficulty to the shore, fell to the ground on his back, and gasped for breath after a violent cough.

The first sign of the Eight Desolations is the extension and rebirth of skeletal muscles, which can lift hundreds of thousands of tons of objects such as arms and command weapons with the power of the flesh. But the river has little effect.

Recovering some of his strength, Mu Yanchen's grinning massage water slammed into some of the most ferocious joints and muscles, and then continued to plunge into the river, fighting the torrent with a human body and mantra.

Such days continued, day by day in the training, Mu Yanchen lost track of time.

The children who become excellent talents at the test will be trained by the family devil after January, so he has to work harder, because his opponents are fighting like him, if not more.

The chance to come back in this life, he will just let it disappear, so, go forward and embark on the road of the strong!

After floating under the water for a moment, Mu Yanchen swam upstream against the huge force.

The raging water dragons roared like thousands of horses, carrying a surging murderous aura, and they held in their hands the power to judge the life of the challenger. It's just that this thin man is difficult for them to judge, and the body like a raptor like a spirit snake pierces the water, and the huge pressure is not much of an obstacle to him.

Mu Yanchen's face was distorted and he swam in the water, he felt more and more that the strength of his physical body was gradually increasing, and he almost had the urge to smash the mountains with one punch, but he stopped this illusion every time, this feeling was only something that could only be done when the Eight Desolations Holy Body had been cultivated to the Mahayana.

The sun rises in the morning and sets, time changes, and the half-moon passes quietly in a blink of an eye.

......

"Peng!"

An iron fist slammed into the rock with a loud muffled sound, and the vicious cracks were thick and spreading, and finally the rock was covered with rock, and cracked deep into the core, which turned into a pile of greasy powder before it could moan.

Mu Yanchen withdrew his fist, stretched his body, opened his whole body, breathed the vitality of heaven and earth, exhaled the breath to the fullest, clenched his fist, felt the power full of violence, and the inner self-confidence germinated from a small seed into a fragile sprout, although it was fragile, but as long as it was watered with hard work and perseverance, it would one day grow into a towering ancient tree.

"The wind is also walking...... Are you ready?"

Mu Yanchen looked coldly into the distance, and with the force in his hand, a stone was sharpened into powder, and his fingers flowed.

After taking a bath in a nearby waterhole, Mu Yanchen returned to his courtyard step by step. Half a month of training had allowed him to touch the first edge of the Eight Desolation Holy Body, but he was stuck by an inexplicable feeling on the bottleneck, and he couldn't tell what kind of ...... Feel. That's why he ended his cultivation early and came back to practice Xuanli.

His physical condition was in a state of high strengthening, and Mu Yanchen didn't dare to practice arrogantly anymore, but slept for a day, played for a long time, and didn't start practicing Xuanli until his body and mind were basically relaxed.

The cultivation of Xuanli was originally a very long cultivation process, but after the Terrans took the lead in creating the cheat of Gongfa, it basically ceased to exist, which is also the basis of the Terrans' ability to resist from the primeval era.

He chose an exercise in the Secret Pavilion, called "Yanlu", which was a treasured ancient book, and judging by the amount of dust on it, it had not been cleaned for at least a few hundred years. He was born with a feeling that was different from ordinary people, and he sensed that there was a call in this book, so he chose it after thinking about it, anyway, the treasures that can be put in the secret cabinet are not like that, are they?

As for those blank papers, Mu Yanchen was purely fooled by luck, but everything went smoothly beyond his imagination, which secretly overwhelmed him. So he counted four treasures from the Secret Pavilion.

But what does it matter? He's already got it.

On the fourth day after finishing the cultivation, the Feng family turned into a Xuanyuan.

The Xuanyuan is a cultivation holy place formed by the combination of the Feng family's high-level spirit gathering array and the original Xuan vein, where the Xuan Power presents a misty mist, and the concentration is high enough for people to effortlessly absorb the Xuan Power to cultivate, consolidate the foundation, and lay a more solid foundation for the future cultivation path.

Mu Yanchen stepped into the Xuanyuan for the first time after comprehending the information contained in the Dao Law Brand in the Yanlu, and it was also the first time in more than ten years that he walked in here without dodging, his face was cold and his eyes were cold. The passers-by around looked at him and couldn't help but point and laugh at him, but he didn't care, ridiculous, I'm all people who want to work hard to bring you down, how can I care about your foul language? Oh, I'm sorry, my brother is narcissistic again.

"Yo Yo Yo, who is this guy?"

There was a sudden loud laugh from the pedestrians, and the undisguised mockery in the laughter suddenly aroused the thunderous anger in Mu Yanchen's heart, and he rolled endlessly.

Mu Yanchen slowly stopped, turned around slowly, spoke slowly, and said in a cold tone: "Feng Ye, what did you say?" I'm sorry, I didn't understand, please tell me again." ”

The face of the person opposite stiffened, quite unnatural, probably didn't expect this waste who was often bullied by them to be so disobedient to his face, put it down a little gloomy, and waved coldly, and a few followers stood up, strong and strong: "Give him a hard lesson, don't leave your hand, let him understand the fate of not knowing what to do!"

Mu Yanchen looked at a few children of the same age who walked towards him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a fierce sneer: "Yes." ”

As soon as the words fell, Mu Yanchen turned into a black shadow and headed straight for Feng Ye, the speed was so fast that people couldn't react, and after a few breaths, Feng Ye was grabbed by Mu Yanchen and slammed his head to the ground, and his teeth were broken in half.

"You...... You dare to hit me?" Feng Ye was shocked and vaguely pointed at Mu Yanchen.