Since the formation of the first spiritual power point, it took Chengmu ten days to induce this spiritual power point to complete half of the Zhou Tian route.

The cultivation speed is so slow, it's really not that Chengmu is lazy, but every time he almost faints from the pain, he will stop to rest and replenish his strength, as long as his mental state improves, he will immediately start cultivating and continue to endure the heart-rending severe pain.

During this period, Ling Ji came to see Chengmu once and told him that he didn't need to be in a hurry, any exercise needs to be done step by step, and if he was too anxious, he would get twice the result with half the effort.

Cheng Mu thought about it, but he also felt that his cultivation method was too radical, and if he accidentally injured the origin, it would be more than worth the loss.

After thinking clearly, Chengmu adjusted the rhythm of his cultivation, and only when his physical and mental state was adjusted to the best would he continue to cultivate. As a result, the cultivation speed became slower, and it took nearly twenty days before Cheng Mu finally led the spiritual power point to complete the first running route.

When the spiritual power point is pulled to complete the first Zhou Tian route, it no longer needs to consume mind to control, and can move along the route it has traveled again and again.

Chengmu felt that there was a hot iron ball in his body, which continued to burn every inch of the place he walked, and at this time, he really realized what life is better than death!

After another ten days, Chengmu finally felt that the pain began to slowly reduce, and his body began to gradually adapt, from the cone-like pain at the beginning, to now he only felt a slight swelling pain.

Chengmu knows that the development of the first line is close to success, and it can be regarded as officially stepping into the threshold of the building realm. He should have been very happy, but the thought of eight similar routes waiting for him made him sigh for a while, this dark cultivation career had just begun.

Five days later, Chengmu began to try to create a second spiritual power point. With the experience of the first success, the formation of spiritual power points this time was much faster, and it only took less than an hour.

After Chengmu made adjustments, he began to pull the spiritual power point to open up the second line, but the severe pain was still there, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere. However, Nariki found that his body's ability to resist pain seemed to have improved a lot, and he generally felt a little more relaxed than the first time.

The complete operation of the second Sunday line, Chengmu took a total of thirty-two days, nearly one-third less than the first one, Chengmu knew that under the continuous washing and nourishment of the first spiritual power point, his physical body was slowly becoming stronger, and the completion time of each line in the future should be less than the previous one.

During this period, Song Liang, who had recovered from his injuries, came to Chengmu several times, and really brought a pot of broth for Chengmu that I don't know what kind of rare birds and beasts were boiled from, which was extremely delicious.

Cheng Mu knew that it must be Uncle Ling Feng who knew that he was cultivating the Vajra Law Body, which was specially prepared for him to regulate his body, and he was also grateful at the moment. Although he had always planned to break away from the "gluttonous trio", he gradually knew that he was about to fall completely.

Time flies, and after half a year of hellish cultivation, Chengmu finally succeeded in completing the Zhou Tian operation of the seventh spiritual power point, and this time it only took seventeen days, once again breaking the record.

When the sharp pain brought to him by the seventh spiritual power point slowly disappeared, he obviously felt that his physical body was several times stronger.

If you observe with your spiritual eyes at this time, you can find that Chengmu's physical body has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to the original, the bone is like gold and stone, the blood and qi are like a real dragon, and the meridians of the whole body are like waves and rivers rushing endlessly.

Cultivating to this level, Chengmu also roughly knows the characteristics of the vajra body - casting an invincible body with a hundred-fold concentration of spiritual power is a kind of exercise that can improve defense, simply put, "resistant to beating"!

Immersed in penance for half a year, except for going down the mountain to visit his grandfather once a month, Chengmu almost stayed at home. In fact, the entire disciples of the Thunder God Sect were practicing desperately, making the final sprint for the Immortal Sect's disciple selection conference in half a year.

After completing the Zhou Tian run of the seventh spiritual power point, Chengmu plans to test his skills. In terms of realm, he is still in the early stage of building, and according to his estimate, if he can finally complete the nine Zhou Tian routes, he should be able to break through to the middle stage of building.

On this day, Cheng Mu came to the bluestone square in front of the meditation hall that he hadn't been to for a long time, and saw a few disciples of the Body Building Realm who were trying their fists and feet, about the same age as him, but they were all second-generation disciples.

There were about a dozen of these disciples in total, and only two of them were competing, while the others sat in a circle and watched.

Cheng Mu recognized that of the two people in the battle, one of them was the most common thunder baguazhang of the Thunder Pulse, and the other was another physical skill of the Thunder Pulse - Thunder Bullet Leg.

The two disciples are both in the early stage of body building, which is equivalent to the Chengmu realm, although each of them can't exert the full power of the two body techniques, but you punch me and I go with one leg, and the disciples around you who are watching the battle also watch it with relish.

Cheng Mu appeared in the bluestone square, and several disciples immediately discovered him.

"Hey, I said, isn't that Uncle Xiao? I haven't seen him for almost half a year. A disciple with Qi bangs said.

"Cut, what little uncle, you're younger than me!" the other tall and thin disciple glanced at Cheng Mu with disdain.

"Uncle Junior, I think he's a little kid!" said another disciple with a big back, "Do you know that when this apprentice was apprenticed, there were patches all over his pants and a few holes in his shoes!"

"Alas——, unlucky! Why did you say that we had such a senior uncle, and when we wandered outside in the future, we would not be laughed at to death!" a disciple who was naked and covered in tendons sighed.

All the disciples, you said a word, and I didn't say a word until Chengmu came closer. On the bright side, they still didn't dare to offend Chengmu, but several disciples pretended not to see Chengmu and continued to watch the game.

Qi Bangs seemed to be a little timid, and when he saw Cheng Mu coming over, he called "Uncle Shi" with an unnatural expression.

Cheng Mu smiled and nodded at him, seeing that the other disciples all regarded him as air, he was not angry, he found an open space by himself, and also sat down to watch the competition between the two disciples in the venue.

As early as not long after entering the sect, Song Liang told Cheng Mu that he was now a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh of all the second and third generations of disciples, obviously they were all the same age, and he pressed others one or two as soon as he came up, and of course the disciples were extremely unhappy.

Among them, especially led by Guo Jia, the pearl of the palm of the senior brother Guo Feng, it is said that Guo Jia has expressed his dissatisfaction with this new little uncle in front of the disciples more than once, and said that unless Cheng Mu can win against himself one day, he will never open his mouth to call Cheng Mu "Uncle Shi"!

Cheng Mu listened to this, and was not touched, the reason why he apprenticed to his teacher, whether it was to "be an immortal" at the beginning, or later affected by the offensive and defensive war, determined to make himself stronger, is to one day be able to take better care of his grandfather and sister, no longer starving, so that they can live a better life, as for what his fellow disciples think of him, whether he will be called uncle, he doesn't care at all.

The competition between the two disciples in the field has reached the final critical juncture, and the disciple who casts the thunder bullet leg occupies a clear advantage, the leg method is smart, sharp, and varied, and he has been pressing the opponent to fight, and the disciple who used the thunder baguazhang has obviously fallen into the disadvantage, and he can't support it for long.

With a "bang", the thunder bullet kicked the opponent's chest, and the disciple who cast the thunder baguazhang covered his chest and took a few steps back, waving his hand, which was considered to be admitting defeat.

"Lin Feng, this kid is really strong, he has won five games in a row, and as soon as he flicks his legs, no one can beat him!" the big-backed disciple sighed, it didn't sound like he had a good relationship with Lin Feng, who won in the field.

When he heard the tendon meat, he was obviously a little unhappy, he hadn't gotten on it yet, what did it mean to be "invincible"!

Lin Feng, who had won, was calm and relaxed, and didn't seem to have much effort, he hugged his fist and said, "Senior brothers, who else is willing to teach one or two?"

The tendons were lustful, but they were pushed back by the tall and thin man, and motioned with his eyes not to move yet.

"Senior Brother Lin Feng, his divine skills are world-renowned, and he is indeed the best among the disciples of the same generation!" the tall and thin man said in a weird manner, "However, among the peers, there are many people who can easily defeat Senior Brother Lin Feng." ”

"Oh?" Lin Feng frowned, "Who is so powerful, is it a disciple of our Thunder Dojo?"

"Hehe! why not?" the tall and thin man did not answer directly, but instead looked at Chengmu.