Finding the direction of cultivation, Yi Chen cultivated, naturally sparing no effort, with his thick meridians, it was completely enough to deal with this aura that had skyrocketed by 11 times, and even, no matter how rich the aura was dozens of times, he could barely cope with it, turning it into his own fighting energy and strength storage, as well as for refining his body.

He had been cultivating until the early morning of the next day, and Yi Chen had completed this cultivation, and at the same time, he felt a faint swelling pain in the meridians, he knew that this time and when he reached the limit of cultivation, if he continued to forcibly cultivate and shattered the meridians, it would be worth the loss.

It is the best way to wait for the meridians to soothe and relax naturally, and then continue to cultivate.

Although he had a way to make his meridians quickly soothe and relax, this was man-made after all, it was not good for cultivation, and he could quickly improve his cultivation, but it was not conducive to future promotion, and it was an undesirable means for him.

Feeling that the quality of fighting spirit and strength has improved to varying degrees, at the peak of the ninth level, it has gone further, but it has never entered the realm of the Sword King, which makes Yi Chen feel very wonderful, this special state, as Lone Leaf Star said, has indescribable benefits for future promotion.

"Fortunately, I met him, so I had this opportunity. Yi Chen muttered softly, "It seems that my favor is too much!"

This kind of secret, a secret related to the future of his life, was more precious than Yi Chen imagined, and at this time, he realized and understood how great the help that Lone Leaf Star gave him.

After having breakfast in the hall in a hurry, Yi Chen went into the room alone and began to boil the flesh, although the tempering has a more obvious help for the improvement of the flesh, but if it is not digested after a certain amount of training, such tempering will eventually return to the original state.

Lifting the thick chain, Yi Chen began to train without saying a word.

All morning, the room could only hear Yi Chen's occasional soft shouts, and beyond that, it was all the sound of metal clinking between the chains.

Yi Chen spent the whole morning in sweaty training......

Outside the room, Yan Ya and Ye Ruofei, Luo Tian and others stood quietly, listening to the sound of training in the room, Yan Ya's face was full of admiration and admiration, but Ye Ruofei was a little distressed, although Luo Tian and the others did not speak, but they also had a look of admiration, a genius like the young master, can still insist on such a level of training, how many people can be found in the world?

Genius must endure loneliness and loneliness, inner pride and conceit, boredom and boredom, and finally become a strong man.

The road of the strong, the long years, may be bloody and bloody along the way, or it may be lonely, only in this way can we go to the end and the end.

In contrast, Luo Tian, Luo Lie and the others were secretly ashamed: "Our talent is not as good as the young master, this is destined by God, but can't we even strive to keep up with the young master in training?

I have seen Yi Chen endure boredom and boredom many times, endure loneliness and loneliness, and insist on training for a long time, this time, it finally aroused the hard work of Luo Tian and others.

In fact, they were already hard enough, and compared to the rest of the sword cultivators, they were relatively hard-working people.

It's just that I've seen Yi Chen's perverted masochistic training for a long time, a training is a whole day, and a retreat is ten days and a half a month, which makes them mistakenly think that they haven't worked hard enough, all of this is because their standards for comparison are different, who let them compare themselves with Yi Chen?

In the afternoon, he was still training, this time, Yi Chen was training, and Luo Tian, Luo Lie, Zhongtong and Xin Xin also joined the training.

Even Yan Ya, a little girl, seemed to have opened her mind, and pulled Ye Ruofei together to train.

The sky darkened, and the night came quietly, and in the blink of an eye, a group of people had been training all day.

"Whew... Finally absorbed all the results of yesterday's tempering!" Yi Chen breathed a sigh of relief, let out a faint exhalation sound from his mouth, and glanced at the few rooms with closed doors, a smile appeared on his face, "These guys, do you finally know how hard you work." ”

In his eyes, his own cultivation is still not up to standard, his own training is still not enough, and the training of Luo Tian and others is far worse.

He is looking at the current world from the perspective of his previous life, the so-called strict teacher produces a high apprentice, in his previous life, it is precisely because he is very strict, coupled with various means, that he has trained five Sword Saint disciples, it is enough to imagine how high his requirements for himself and his disciples are.

In his thoughts, since the disciples in his previous life were able to do that, then, if he, who was a teacher, was not as good as them, then what qualifications did he have to be their teacher?

After dinner, Yan Ya and the others also finished training and took a bath, and then they came to the hall.

"Young Master. Several people shouted in unison.

"Brother Yi. Ye Ruofei looked at Yi Chen's gaze, her love became stronger, and at the same time, she also had a trace of sincere admiration, this is a young man worthy of her admiration, she is proud of it, proud of it, and she muttered silently in her heart: "It is worthy of the man I Ye Ruofei fancies!"

A real man, be like this.

"Well, let's all sit down and eat. Yi Chen glanced at everyone with satisfaction, and saw that their breath had improved to varying degrees, and they were more restrained, and he was also a little happy in his heart.

Feeling Yi Chen's relief, Luo Tian and the others couldn't help but feel a faint joy in their hearts, as if being recognized by the young master was their greatest source of happiness.

"Do you know? It is said that the heir of the Nord family, Nord Qibei, is now in our Shangyang City!"

"What, what are you talking about, is it the hereditary marquis family, the Nord family?"

"Of course, are there still many Nord families in our Proud Sword Continent?"

"What's going on, hurry up and listen to it, don't lose your buddy's appetite. ”

"It is said that Nord Qibei has suffered from an extremely rare strange disease, and many doctors and pharmacists in the provincial capital are helpless, this is preparing to go to the Sin City to find the medical saint, hoping to seek the treatment of the medical saint, and if the medical saint comes out, this disease should not be a problem. ”

"Medical saint? I'm afraid this is a little difficult, the surname of the medical saint, you don't know, his temper is too weird, he only heals ordinary civilians, never for those nobles, I want him to help, one word, difficult!"

Hearing this, Yi Chen was quite surprised, he didn't expect that in this era, there was such a character, which made everyone talk about it, he smiled slightly, and thought in his heart: "Medical saint? I want to see what kind of character you are, I hope that I have some real skills, and I also have an object worthy of exchanging pharmacological knowledge." ”

Not far away, next to a round table, sat a young man with a rough face but a little pale, a young and beautiful woman, and a calm middle-aged man, two old men who looked like withered trees.

When the corners of Yi Chen's mouth were slightly hooked and that smile was revealed, the young man happened to see it and glanced at Yi Chen in surprise, but he didn't say anything, just said to the middle-aged man beside him: "Second uncle, how long will it take for us to reach our destination?"

The middle-aged man thought for a while, and said in a calm voice: "There are about six days left, and if there is ice and snow weather, it will have to be delayed for another day or two." But never more than ten days. ”

"Ahem," the young man coughed lightly and nodded, "I hope this time will be successful, otherwise, the family will have to be handed over to you and my sister." ”

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