Time passed slowly, and half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

This half-moon winged dragon finally understood why the immortal said that it was born because of him, and the mythical old man created the immortal, I'm afraid the only purpose is to let it pass on the art on behalf of the teacher!

Everything is a myth, and the old man has planned it a long time ago.

For the position of this guardian, at first the Immortal was a little passive and lazy, but perhaps the mythical old man created it at the same time, but also created the other side of its soul that was harsh and fierce, when it found that the young man who had been tormenting the Winged Divine Dragon, whose eyes were always burning like fire, would get great satisfaction from watching him fall down again and again, and standing up again and again, the enthusiasm of the Immortal finally exploded in full force, and it found a sense of existence! Yes, the Cruel Winged Divine Dragon made the Immortal feel deeply interesting.

As a result, the pterosaur was abused like a rag doll in its hands. On average, the Winged Shenlong has to lose its strength and faint three times a day, and the harshness of the training can be seen, which has greatly exceeded the maximum training capacity and endurance of a bronze warrior in a day, and it is unceremonious to say that if the Winged Shenlong has not cultivated the Hongmeng Heavenly Book, I am afraid that the body will collapse and collapse in five days. In view of the evil habit of abusing people, the Winged Dragon directly changed the inappropriate nickname of the Ruffian Dragon to the Devil Dragon!

This dragon is definitely the devil when it abuses people!

The cruel cultivation that far exceeds the limit of the physical body, this is another major reason why the person who has cultivated the Hongmeng Heavenly Book only has ten years of life. Of course, the tempering of the body of the Winged Divine Dragon has just begun, and the iron has to be its own, and if you want to devour the original power, the Winged Divine Dragon's physical body must be tempered thousands of times.

This half a month was unaware for the Winged Divine Dragon, because his life was to exercise muscles, cultivate battle qi, exercise muscles, cultivate battle qi, and so on and continue to reincarnate.

Although the training was very harsh, the effect was very obvious, and the Wing Shenlong could clearly feel the power that was being filled day by day in his middle dantian, and he could feel the explosive power contained in every muscle in his body.

Half a month later, the Winged Divine Dragon could already practice the twelve movements of the Inch Strength Cultivation 300 times each in one hour, completing ten cycles. This first stage of the practice is considered to be a successful conclusion.

When the muscles have enough explosive power, they have reached the basic qualification to play an inch.

In front of the log cabin on the mountain behind the wing family, Wing Shen Long stood shirtless in the middle of two big trees hugged by one person, after half a month of devil training for every muscle group on his body, the body shape of the Wing Shenlong still did not change much, but the muscles on his body were clearly defined. To be honest, it's far from the developed muscles of other bronze warriors. But there was a hint of satisfaction in the dark eyes that fluttered beside him. The training of muscles is also very particular, muscles can not be too bloated, nor too thin, too bloated to hinder the play of speed, too thin is not enough, and the wing dragon is just right, not bloated at all, not thin, but the power contained in it is explosive.

At this moment, in front of the Pterodactyl, a stone the size of a human head was hanging from the branches of two large trees hanging from the branches of the pterodactyl, and the right fist of the pterosaur was fixed about three inches away from a dangling stone.

"Hah!" the Winged Dragon exhaled, exhaled violently, and slammed his right fist forward rapidly, and the stone with the size of the human head immediately swung backwards under the thrust of the fist.

The Pterodactyl tried a dozen times in a row with the same result, and just when he wanted to try again, the pterodactyl stopped.

The Stygian Divine Dragon said: "It's not difficult to exert an inch of strength, the key is the joint action and explosion of the muscles in a moment. You have to understand where the power comes from, you use your right fist to hit an inch, in the time that your right fist runs three inches, your strength should go like this, from the legs to the ground, the force of the push reaches the calf muscle group, the calf muscle group strength burst to push the force to the thigh muscle group, the thigh muscle group power burst up to the waist, the waist twist to drive the arm, the power penetrates through the elbow joint, the forearm muscle group, the wrist joint, and explodes in the fist. As he spoke, he stretched out his dragon claws to point at the Winged Dragon, explaining the trajectory of the Winged Dragon's power.

"Inch strength does not use the battle qi in the body, and relies entirely on muscles to function. With each punch, the strength of more than a dozen muscle groups in your body must be coherent and explode in just three inches of the fist. "Once the Immortal is very professional, the Winged Divine Dragon has already considered whether he should change his nickname, calling it the Devil Dragon is really wronged by it, why don't you call it the Smart Dragon?

The pterosaur followed Hades' instructions and then trained.

An hour passed......

Two hours passed......

Three hours passed......

The boy still tirelessly struck his fist again and again, and he could clearly see that the stone that the Winged God Dragon had struck was swinging back more and more, which showed that the fist that the boy had struck at a distance of three inches was getting stronger and stronger, and the progress was very obvious.

Just as the Winged Shenlong faintly grasped that feeling, and was about to beat out the real strength in one go, he suddenly said: "Boy, your mother is here, be careful, don't show your flaws." After saying that, he went back to the Dragon Soul Ring.

The Winged Dragon hurriedly wiped the sweat on his head and hurriedly put his clothes back on. During this time, the Wing Shenlong moved to live in the back mountain, and almost every meal was brought to him by the Shen family, and the Wing Mother was reluctant to let the child move back to live in the Wing Shenlong several times, or she moved in to take care of the Wing Shenlong, but was rejected by the Wing Shenlong.

Sure enough, not long after, a middle-aged woman came with a bamboo basket, the woman was dressed in a simple skirt robe, her face was dignified and soft, but the corners of her eyes had hidden crow's feet, and her temples were slightly white.

The Winged Dragon greeted him from afar and shouted: "Mother, just ask someone to bring food up in the future, you are not in good health, you run three times a day, what should you do if you are tired?"

Shen glared at the Winged Shenlong and said, "Since you are worried about your tired mother, then move back to live." I don't know what is going on in your little head, and it is so inconvenient to move to this deserted place in a good way. ”

The Winged Shenlong snatched the vegetable basket that Shen was carrying, opened it, and immediately smelled fragrant, and when the Winged Shenlong saw that it was all the dishes he liked to eat, he couldn't help but salivate, and said vaguely while pulling a braised chicken leg with his hand and gnawing on it: "It's quieter here, it's convenient for cultivation." Hey, mother, the dishes are good these days. ”

After the Wing Shenlong accident, although Yi Nantian tried his best to protect the Wing Shenlong mother and son, his hands couldn't cover the sky, and the Wing Shenlong mother and son were still subjected to all kinds of difficulties in the Wing family, and their lives were extremely poor. Like the outstanding descendants of the Wing family, Yi Kunshan, Wing Zhanming, Wing Shanglin and others are supported by the family's sufficient cultivation resources every month, and the Wing Shenlong, not to mention the cultivation resources, can eat a meal of meat a day is already good, and the Wing Shen's mother Shen is also born with a gentle temperament, and does not like to fight with others, except for her baby son Wing Shenlong, who sees almost everything very lightly. And now for three days in a row, the meal is very rich, people are iron rice and steel, eat well, and the Winged Dragon feels full of energy.

Shen smiled: "It's not my baby son who is capable. Since you awakened on the last Soul Breaking Day, the family's care for our mother and mother has also changed. Shen is happy not that the treatment has been improved, but that his son has finally made a profit, and it is natural and honorable to be a mother.

Shen said again: "By the way, your second grandfather asked me to bring you a message, tomorrow is the day to open the Ancestral Pavilion, since you have entered the Bronze Realm, according to the clan rules, you can also go to the Ancestral Pavilion tomorrow to choose some exercises and other things." This is a great opportunity, don't miss it. ”

The Wing Shenlong's eyes rolled, the second grandfather is the current patriarch of the Wing family, Yi Nankong, it seems that with his breakthrough, the family has also regained his attention. However, the Winged Shenlong has the Hongmeng Heavenly Book, so he has no interest in the exercises, in terms of tactics, the Winged Shenlong already has the Wing Family's Treasure of the Zhen Clan, the Great Collapse Fist, is it rare to be anything else? Thinking of the injustice of the Wing Family to his mother and wife over the years, the corner of the Winged Shenlong's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he was about to refuse, but a voice came from his mind: "Don't be busy refusing first! Although you don't need other exercises, and the battle method also has a Great Collapse Fist, but you still lack a body method type of battle method, and you will burn money to cultivate the way of the Heavenly God Master." ”

The Winged Shenlong's heart moved, and it seemed that he was still too rash, so he said to Shen: "Mother, I know." ”

Shen watched softly as the Winged Shenlong wiped out the Yilanzi meal, and said a few words about tomorrow's affairs, and then left satisfied.