If outsiders see a scene in this quiet room, they will probably have to buckle their eyes.

It had only been less than half a day since he practiced the exercises, and Han Muye had already directly cultivated them to the realm of Dacheng!

The worldly exercises start from the beginning of the path, and they also need to reach the realm of lean and proficient Xiaocheng in order to reach the realm of Dacheng that is fully comprehended.

No matter how simple the exercises are, if you want to achieve great success, it is not an overnight thing.

Who has cultivated the Fa to the fullest, not spent years or even decades of hard work?

Full level of comprehension, it's too rebellious!

The iron bull condensed, and Han Muye's eyes revealed a faint divine light.

Outside of his body, there was also a faint dark golden halo.

It's just that this halo is too faint to be perceived at all.

"Running with the body refining method, the body is as strong as iron, and the meridians are stable, this can be regarded as stepping into the Peiyuan period?"

Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Is this a bonus?

What he wants to practice is a cultivation method that can live forever, but it is not a physical cultivation technique that can only strengthen the body.

Even if the body refining method is cultivated to the extreme, it is just the peak of the human realm.

There is no one in the world who has been able to cultivate to the realm with the practice of refining the body.

The phantom of the green cow behind him slowly dissipated, and Han Muye was ready to reap the rewards.

The picture in his mind kept changing, which made him slightly stunned.

After condensing into a green cow, can it continue?

"Hum—"

With a soft sound, behind him, the phantom of the second green cow appeared!

Covered in blood and qi, it was as if he was about to rush out of his body.

For a moment, Han Muye only felt that the strength of his whole body skyrocketed, and there was a kind of fullness that his muscles and bones exploded.

He was sure that one punch would shatter the wall in front of him at this point.

Han Muye's eyes widened, and the picture in his mind dissipated violently.

"After the exercises are completed, can they be deduced?"

"Is there a second weight of this iron bull strength?"

The body refining technique bought by the eighty spirit stones can still be deduced from the second level?

Perhaps, Iron Bull Jin is not the lowest level of body refining exercises?

The picture in his mind has been dispersed, and Han Muye did not deduce it again.

He decided that he had the opportunity to go to Zhao Pu and ask about the cultivation of this iron bull strength.

This inner door elite is still a good person.

Han Muye's current pitiful little cultivation experience told him that he should be steady in his cultivation.

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Jiuxuan Mountain, the residential area of the inner disciples.

Yang Shao, who had a complicated expression on his face, stood in front of an attic.

"Senior Brother Yang Shao, Master doesn't want to see you, you better go." A young man in a white robe with a proud expression on his face spoke coldly.

"If you fail to cultivate in March, you are no longer qualified to practice under the Master's Sect." Another young man who was also white-robed and jade-belted spoke lightly.

"Go out in the future, don't say that you are my Su Chengyun's junior brother."

When the young man finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and strode away.

One of the seventy-two masters of the inner gate, Su Chengyun.

Of the three thousand disciples of the inner gate, each of them is above the condensation qi, and most of the people who can be ranked in the top 100 are already in the realm of foundation building.

Su Chengyun is a master who has already set foot in the foundation building realm.

Yang Shao nodded, stood in place, and did not speak.

After a long time, there was a voice in the attic.

"Yang Shao, I'll give you three more days, you can't cultivate into a blue wave in three days, and you won't use my Santan Pavilion in the future."

The voice is cold, and there is no wave in the ancient well.

A trace of excitement flashed on Yang Shao's face, and he bowed: "Master, I have already cultivated into Bibo." ”

Hearing his words, there was silence in the attic for a moment, and then a voice sounded: "Okay, I'll give you one last chance." ”

"Come up to me."

Yang Shao dressed up and strode into the attic.

In front of the attic, several young men in white robes looked at each other.

"Yesterday he didn't have a clue about the blue waves, but he can cultivate it today?" A young man with a long sword on his back frowned.

Their clothes were marked with a three-legged tripod, which was the mark of the same door.

Santan Pavilion is the cultivation court of Xu Haosheng, the elder of the inner gate, and his disciples will have this three-legged tripod mark.

"Go and take a look, as long as he doesn't lose the face of my Santan Pavilion." The tall and thin young man standing at the front turned around and stepped into the attic.

The others glanced at each other and quietly followed.

At this time, Yang Shao had already bowed down and stood in front of an old man dressed in gray clothes and with gray hair.

"Yang Shao, I said when you worshiped under my door that your qualifications are good, but your understanding is poor."

"This blue wave swordsmanship is a test for you."

The old man had no expression on his face, but just spoke lightly.

"Disciple understands." Yang Shao lowered his head and replied softly.

How many inner disciples can worship under the elders?

Such an opportunity, he desperately wants to seize it.

It's just that as Shizun said, his comprehension is indeed a lot worse, and he failed to understand the Bibo swordsmanship in March.

Several fellow disciples quietly approached, and then bowed to Xu Haosheng, who was sitting upright, and stood beside him.

Xu Haosheng nodded, looked at Yang Shao, waved his sleeves and said, "Then you can practice Bibo swordsmanship." ”

Yang Shao nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

Today in the law studio, the senior brother who acted in the law used a very slow technique and a clear explanation, which made him suddenly enlightened.

Bibo, but that's it!

With his hand on the hilt of the sword, what Yang Shao thought in his heart was no longer the first artistic conception of Bibo.

Shizun is an elder of the sect, a strong man in the realm, and countless masters under him.

If you want to be recognized by the master and favored by the teacher, you need to stand out.

Today, this opportunity should be seized!

"Cangchang—"

The long sword was unsheathed, Yang Shao's arm was raised, and the sword light turned into a thin line.

The thin line is fast, fast to the extreme, as if a big river is flowing.

"Hey, I still haven't understood it......"

Not far away, someone shook his head slightly.

"Hehe, if you cultivate the Bibo Sword Technique like this in three months, you are also qualified to stay in the Santan Pavilion?" On the other side, a sneer flashed across someone's face.

"I can't complain that Senior Brother Su looks down on him, and he respects his disciples, and he doesn't leave mediocre people." The tall and thin disciple standing in front said in a cold voice.

Above, Xu Haosheng, who was sitting cross-legged, frowned slightly.

He stared at the sword in Yang Shao's hand, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

The sword light in Yang Shao's hand was very thin and fast.

He imagined what he saw, the sword as if the sky was falling.

It was a sword that made my heart break.

Bibo, there is a second artistic conception!

"Hum—"

The long sword in his hand seemed to understand his intentions, and a halo of light spread out, as if it exploded.

Instant brilliance!

The sword light flashed with dazzling cold light, like a monstrous wave surging in a waveless ancient well.

Xu Hao, who was sitting upright, stood up, stepped out, raised his hand and pointed at Yang Shao's sword.

"When—"

The long sword shook, flew out three feet, and landed on the floor.

Xu Haosheng stared at Yang Shao with both eyes, and his breath was solemn to the extreme: "Why, your blue waves want to be like this?" ”

Why?

Holding his trembling right hand, Yang Shao said in a low voice: "The disciple thinks that even if there are no waves in the cold pool, there will eventually be a time when the waves will surge. ”

"This sword is when the blue waves rise."

"Hehe, March can comprehend the second artistic conception of Bibo, Yang Shao, your comprehension is not the level of the test." Looking at Yang Shao in front of him, Xu Haosheng seemed to look at a piece of beautiful jade that had not yet been polished.

Clenching his fists slightly, Yang Shao raised his head and looked at Xu Haosheng: "Master, I think Bibo has a third artistic conception, but I haven't realized it yet." ”

Xu Haosheng's outstretched arms froze there.

"The Third ......"