After three months......

In the room, Yi Yong sat quietly, and the true qi around him was absorbed by Yi Yong.

"Give me a breakthrough!" Yi Yong suddenly roared, controlling the true qi in his body and frantically slamming into an acupuncture point.

"Bang. There was a muffled sound, like the sound of an egg breaking, and the acupuncture points were instantly shattered by Yi Yong's powerful impact, and the true qi quickly poured into the acupuncture points, and a feeling of unobstructed welling up in my heart.

"I've hit eighteen times, and finally succeeded, and now I'm a samurai quadruple, and I'm a true qi manipulator, I don't know if I can pass ninety. Yi Yong opened his eyes and felt the powerful power in his body, and couldn't help but think of Sandbag Lu and sighed.

It's been three months, and in these three months, Yi Yong didn't know how he came over, every day in addition to eating and sleeping, he crossed the sandbag road, and then he was beaten with a blue skin and swollen face to cultivate true qi to treat his injuries, and then ...... The day passes.

In the past three months, Yi Yong's sandbag road has been able to pass ninety, although because of this, the injuries on his body have hardly been broken, here he is healed and injured, here is not good and aggravated, here is good and there is injured, here is not good and there is still injured. It can be said that Yi Yong's three are spent between injury and recovery. Even Wang Yiping couldn't bear it when she saw her son so miserable, so she let Yi Yong rest. But Yi Yong was beaten out of the fire, and the stubbornness in his heart broke out, and he made a bold statement: If you don't succeed in crossing the sandbag road, you won't rest.

However, compared to these efforts, the gains are also considerable, just the cultivation of true qi has reached the fourth level of the samurai, and he can control the true qi freely, and the pure physical strength of the body is also much greater.

The most important thing is that the swordsmanship has improved, at least now Yi Yong's eyes aimed at the wooden stake can also cut the eyes, although it is the edge of the eye, but as the saying goes, the closer to success, the more difficult it is.

For a breakthrough in cultivation, Yi Yong was of course impatient, and jumped out of bed directly to the courtyard......

"I, Yi Yong, are here again. Yi Yong roared and rushed directly towards the sandbag road.

Rumble!

Raising his hand to the sandbag is a punch, and the first sandbag was directly thrown up, and Yi Yong swept directly by.

Boom, boom, boom......

Roars came and went, and Yi Yong quickly came to the ninetieth sandbag with this roar.

Looking at this sandbag that had trapped him many times, the corners of Yi Yong's mouth curled up a little. The last ten sandbags are made of green iron sand, which is several times stronger than iron sand.

"Ahh

Rumble!

An unprecedented loud sound rang out, and then the ninetieth sandbag was knocked out by Yi Yong's right fist and shook violently.

The corners of Yi Yong's mouth showed a shallow arc, but his body did not stop, and the moment the sandbag was thrown out, his body took a step forward and came to the ninety-first sandbag.

Another punch was thrown at the ninety-first punching bag, and the ninety-first punching bag flew out after a bang.

Continue to move forward, ninety-two, the sandbag was thrown out again, and he took a step forward, but Yi Yong's whole body had turned red at this time, and it seemed that he was about to reach the limit.

Ninety-third, when this punch was half swung, Yi Yong had already burst into green veins, his face turned red, and he had obviously completely reached the limit!

Ninety-fourth, as soon as this punch was thrown, Yi Yong felt that the bones on his body rattled, and a warning of overwhelm sounded.

"Ahhh

When the fist hit the sandbag, Yi Yong felt as if the depleted true qi had come out a little more, the body that had reached the limit seemed to have become a little stronger, and the exhausted strength seemed to have given birth to another point.

Ninety-four sandbags were violently shaken by Yi Yong, and Yi Yong seized the opportunity and did not move forward, but just turned sideways directly to the left and swept out of the sandbag road.

"Huhuhu......" Yi Yong turned over a few heels in succession to stabilize his body, and fell directly to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Sure enough, it feels good to push the limits. ”

Yi Yong lay on the ground and laughed, there is another harvest in the past three months, that is, he does not give up when he reaches the limit, and insists on breaking through the limit so that the speed of gaining strength is the fastest, and the growth rate of resting when he reaches the limit is far less than one-tenth of the former.

But in the same way, the perseverance required to break through the limit, the sweat required is definitely more than ten times that of the former, and it is really difficult for people who have not felt this way to appreciate how difficult it is to hold on to every second after reaching the real limit, and how much pain they need to endure!

And Yi Yong is obviously a pervert, when Yi Yong doesn't want to cultivate, he doesn't even think about it, it's a kind of fatigue to think about it, but once he cultivates seriously, then he himself will feel scared!

After a full half an hour, Yi Yong was able to stand up tremblingly, without stopping, and meditated and cultivated directly in his room.

Yi Yonghao found that when the true qi consumption in the body was the most scarce, it was the time when the cultivation speed was the fastest, and this time could not be let go.

......

"Yong'er, it's time for dinner. ”

If the sun sets, soon the night will fall again, Wang Yiping's shout came, Yi Yong stopped cultivating, his eyes opened, and the drowsiness of a few hours ago disappeared, replaced by a radiant and clear look.

"Goo-goo-goo. "The protest of the stomach sounded again, and I touched my stomach, and I was indeed hungry. There is no way, the monk can gradually reduce the amount of food he eats with the depth of his cultivation, but he still can't do the real Bigu without reaching the Martial King Realm.

Moreover, the food made by Wang Yiping is not an ordinary thing, I haven't practiced before and I don't feel it, but after cultivating, I feel that the food contains a lot of blood power, which can not only refresh the mind and nourish the brain, but also strengthen the body.

Later, Yi Yong asked and found out that these ingredients were made of high-grade Warcraft meat, and in the past, Yi Feng said that he went out to chop wood every day, but in fact, he went to hunt food for Yi Yong.

got up, went directly to the lobby, said hello to Yi Feng and Wang Yiping, and started directly.

"Whoa, whoa. It's delicious!" Yi Yong took the thigh meat in his hand, this leg meat is bigger than a leg of mutton, similar to a beef leg, anyway, Yi Yong doesn't like to know about this, so he doesn't ask his name when he grabs it, and eats it directly.

......

After a full meal, Yi Yong went back to meditating for another hour, refining part of the food he had just eaten, and came out of the room when he didn't feel it anymore.

In the courtyard, Yi Yong held the Yilong Sword in his hand, and now Yi Yong's strength was several times greater than three months ago, and the Yilong Sword was also freely swaying in his hand at this time.

But at this time, the Yilong Sword was already wrapped in a scabbard made of special materials by Yi Feng, which looked glorious and restrained.

According to Yi Feng's words: If I don't wrap you up, I will have to work as a coolie for you every day to make a wooden stake! Indeed, although the sharpness of the Yilong Sword has been sealed, these pieces of wood obviously can't be carried.

But it doesn't matter, this scabbard is extremely light, so it doesn't add much weight, and Yi Yong is still good at using it.

"Hey. Yi Yong let out a soft snort, and his body disappeared in place in an instant, and then he saw afterimages emerge around the wooden stake.

"The fast sword has indeed succeeded somewhat. After more than ten minutes, Yi Yong swept to the side and looked at the wooden stake with some surprise.

I saw that the wooden stake was still as new as the old, but a deep sword mark was drawn on the eyes and eyebrows, and there were a total of three sword marks on the entire wooden stake!

"I have slashed nine hundred and ninety swords in a row, and every three hundred and thirty swords can accurately coincide and slash on the eyes and eyebrows, it seems that my fast sword has been almost practiced. ”

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