Refining the body of the yellow level of the lower grade of the body decision - solid volume. The solid volume is based on blood and gas, and the outer body is attached to it. The solid decisive offensive and defensive, the thicker the blood, the more condensed, the more terrifying the power.... When cultivating to the stage of great success, the defense can not be broken by swords and guns, and the attack can be broken by force......

This is the perfect fit for me right now. It's a pity that the mental power is not enough, it is difficult to see the content of the next three volumes, Ling Ming is a little regretful, but the surprise is always left behind. Ling Ming thought about this, and he didn't care. What Ling meditates about the most now is how to master the power of this kind of flesh and blood, and he shattered a bowl-thick tree trunk with one blow in the first blow, and he is still deeply shocked, but this power is not yet proficient.

"Bang"

In front of a waist-thick tree, a little boy was wrapped in blood red, bowed forward with one leg, leaned slightly, and then struck forward with his right hand

Another "bang" echoed in the barren forest, and this iron tree had been struck by Ling Ming no less than a hundred times. Large and small grooves are printed on it, but they never fall, even though there is blood to protect the body, but the back of the hand is still scarred. Ling Ming glanced at it and shook his head, this was too far from the ideal. Meng Jiu had said that if he could poke a hole in the center of such an iron tree instead of breaking the entire tree, the solid decisive party would really get started. But now this knockdown is a problem, after the panic.

......

"Meng'er, okay, don't play with your ninth grandfather's beard, oops, slow down, slow down"

"Hmph, I won't, who told you not to let me play with Brother Ling Ming"

Meng Jiu was very helpless, and was pulled around by Qianmeng.

"Grandpa Nine!"

Meng Jiu listened to this voice, as if he had been born in heaven. This bitter lord has finally appeared, a life-saving straw

"Brother Ling Ming, Brother Ling Ming, this stinky old man just won't let me know where you are, and the angry dream gritted his teeth"

Qian Meng quickly ran towards Ling Ming, leaving Meng Jiu aside, as if nothing was right.

"Ming'er, you're here, if Meng'er can't see you again, I'll have to tear me down."

"Hmm" Ling Ming lowered his head, obviously lacking in qi.

"What's the matter, little one, with a sad face, encountering obstacles in your cultivation?" Meng Jiu said.

"Grandpa Jiu, do you think I can break through that iron tree" Ling Ming looked at Meng Jiu and asked.

"Ming'er, you're upset, look at the little tree next to you, you can have an understanding"

Ling Ming turned to the tree and observed carefully, "The little tree is straight and verdant, and there is nothing to be desired."

Meng Jiu shook his head and motioned to look again.

Ling Ming looked at it carefully, but there was really nothing special about this tree. When Ling Ming was thinking about it, he heard Qian Meng shouting, "Brother Ling Ming, this tree actually grows in the stones, it's very curious."

"Stone!"

Ling Ming's heart beat suddenly, he was really a fan of the authorities, and he was watching clearly.

Trees pierce stones, water decay rock...

Ling Ming looked at Meng Jiu, who smiled and nodded.

Only Xiao Meng'er was still beside her, looking dazed, as if she was a little confused, and said "What kind of dumb language?"

Following.

"Drink"

An iron tree slowly fell, this was already the third iron tree, and each iron tree was hit by Ling Ming with no less than a thousand punches,

In the continuous cultivation, the stimulation of blood qi has become more and more proficient, and the invocation of blood qi is not obscure, and Ling Ming also unexpectedly found that his spiritual power is also growing, although the growth rate is very slow, but it is indeed growing.

The next day...

Day 3...

On the sixth day, Ling Ming was already able to penetrate an inch of wood with one blow...

On the tenth day, a blow into the wood three inches...

On the thirteenth day, Ling Ming's two fists and an iron tree fell to the ground with a bang. Ling Ming didn't immediately go to hit the next tree, but carefully felt it, feeling the deviation of his strength, and the degree of mastery of his power.

On the fourteenth day, Ling Ming closed his eyes lightly, concentrated his mental power to call on the blood qi, the blood qi quickly drew out from the body, and then formed a blood-colored shield, but it did not end, Ling Ming led all the blood qi around his body directly to his right hand, and then controlled all the blood qi to condense on his right hand, which looked extremely blood-red, Ling Ming opened his eyes, and seemed to slowly hit an iron tree in front of him.

"Whew" didn't make a big sound, only a few leaves fell quietly, the iron tree seemed to be unhindered, and when Ling Ming left, a large eye-catching hole opened in the center of the tree...