When I came to Bihu Pond again, my habitual gaze fell on the side of the green lotus plant, and a touch of salivation appeared on my little face.

After a month here, the green lotus plant in front of me will reproduce a few more plants, and a few more green lotus fruits, and at that time, take it back to the Mu family, what a shock to this information!

After a dozen breaths of this thought, his eyes moved away, staying at the small whirlpool in the middle of the lake, and his mouth trembled a little: "Sister Ziluo, are you talking about the bottom there?"

"That's right, it's at the bottom, but I can't go down yet," Zi Luo said in an affirmative tone.

"Why"

Zi Luo said plainly: "Don't look at the shallow water in the pool below, sometimes you are confused by some obstacles, so that everything you see with your eyes is empty."

"How is it possible, the water is shallow, probably to my chest, how can you be sure of the depth of this pool?"

was a little skeptical of Ziluo's words, in his eyes, only seeing is believing.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to argue with you, if I don't believe it, take a stone and throw it down, and see the depth"

A small stone appeared in Ziluo's hand out of thin air and handed it out, Mu Fan took it, threw the small stone in his hand a few times, shook it, and then threw it out with a wave of his hand.

"Boom!"

Listening carefully to the heavy muffled sound, his pupils shrank, and his head and eyebrows were locked, because from the loudness of the sound, the muffled sound could see the depth of the pool water, and he looked at Mu Fan's willow eyebrows and frowned slightly, obviously, how deep is this pool?

On the otherwise calm water, after the small stones were thrown into the pool, there was a heavy muffled sound, causing waves of ripples to gently surf around.

"Sister Ziluo is right, the eyes are not real" Immediately, she sighed: "Sister Ziluo, it's a pity, we just watched below"

His face was a little depressed, such a good magic weapon was in front of him, but he couldn't go down and explore it.

Ziluo smiled lightly: "Hehe, I said that I can't go down now, it's not that I can't go down"

Listening to such strange words, he grabbed the key words, his eyes lit up, and said, "Sister Ziluo, what is the best way to do it?"

Zi Luo waved his hand slightly, a few drops of water flew from the lake, landed in the palm of his hand, sniffed it, and said in a cold voice: "There is no way, it's just that your own physique and source qi can't meet the requirements, the water in this lake is quite dull, with a viscous liquid pressing down on the top, the density of the water is extremely strong, and it also has the effect of eroding human skin."

"With your weak physique now, before you sink to the bottom, a small half of the depth is enough to make your body burst"

Hearing this, Mu Fan's heart palpitated, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily, it seemed to be an ordinary lake, but it was a terrible killing machine, compared with the quagmire, this lake was even more terrifying.

"Sister Ziluo, do you mean to exercise my physique first?"

Ziluo nodded in response, then shook his head and looked around, as if looking for some way to exercise, and finally his gaze stayed on the mire.

Mu Fan's eyes looked over, and he pointed over and said, "Use this quagmire to train me?"

"That's right, it's best to use this quagmire to exercise your physique, and you've experienced it before, so you don't need me to say anything," Zi Luo's hand rubbed on the sleeve of the Tsing Yi skirt and said.

Mu Fan nodded softly, without the slightest hesitation, stomped his feet, and jumped directly into the mire, which was extremely shallow, drowning his ankles.

"My little companion, go to the front until you drown your chest," Zi Luo exclaimed.

According to Ziluo's words, he walked towards the distance ahead, because he had experienced it once before, this time in his heart, he was much more relieved and steady, his face was calm and natural, and he stepped forward step by step.

After walking for a while, he reached the middle of the mire, and at this time he was drowning to his chest, and he stopped when he stopped, and the location was near the green lotus plant.

"That's right, just there, stand for me for ten days, and don't shake the slightest, of course, if you want to move, then you are willing to take your skin to be beaten!" Zi Luo's eyes flashed with a touch of ruthlessness.

"Sister Ziluo, I said you, don't abuse me so much, okay?" Mu Fan said with some grievances.

"Don't say it, stand up for me, I'll sleep for a while"

The fluttering flying gesture landed on the tree, leaning back against the roots, yawning, and then squinting slightly.

"Count you ruthless!"

He muttered a curse in his heart, and then stood quietly, motionless and frozen, as if he had been drained of his own soul, if anyone was there, he thought that a fool had dementia, even worse than dementia.

At the beginning, he was squeezed by the mire on all sides, but the strength of this squeeze was also within the range of bearing, so the state of the whole body not moving at all, in his bottom calculation, he was quite confident to resist.

In my previous experience, I knew that this quagmire was not terrible, but the most terrifying thing was that kind of evil qi, as long as it did not emit source qi, the evil qi would not appear, so that there would be no fear.

The mood is relaxed, there is no worry on the face, there is no effort, and the quagmire is squeezed in all directions.

With such confidence, he smiled silently and said, "Pediatrics, I won't move, and it's not a problem to survive ten days."

In such a standing posture, minute by minute, day and night alternated, and the slender and thin body still did not move...

In the past few days, the body has not moved at all, and every moment has been under the squeeze, and at the same time, I have felt the source qi in my body soaring steadily.

On the seventh day, Mu Fan's legs gradually became weak and tired, a little red bump appeared on his skin, and a tingling and itching sensation welled up from it, shaking his mood, no longer as calm and self-satisfied as a few days ago, but showing a happy face, because in his perception, the source qi had stabilized to the fourth layer at this time.

"Didn't you say pediatrics? now it's a little unsteady to stand on your own feet, and you slap yourself in the face?" Mu Fan laughed bitterly at himself.

Just when he couldn't bear the tingling, his body twisted and swayed slightly, and at this moment, a divine soul power appeared above his head out of thin air, and finally it was like a long whip, slamming heavily on his shoulder, leaving a long cyan bruise.

The corners of his mouth trembled violently, and he took a breath of cold air between his teeth, only to feel that his shoulders seemed to be numb suddenly, and a burst of hot pain went straight into his heart.

After the severe pain, it is the meager source qi that wades through the body, and the source qi seems to be more energetic than usual under the stimulation of pain, happily flowing through the veins and acupuncture points at the shoulder, a trace of warmth, slowly penetrating into the skeletal muscles, quietly strengthening.

After being whipped once, his body trembled slightly, he raised his head and stared at the top with jealous eyes, not daring to move in the slightest, controlling his body, and standing quietly again.

In the case of not moving, the whip naturally stopped, and floated quietly above the head, so static for less than two hours, because the legs were stuck straight under the mire, was squeezed for seven days, the feet were very stuffy, extremely uncomfortable, slightly bent down and put down the legs.

"Bang!"

Then he smashed Mu Fan's upper body with a stick, and he was a little unwilling to be abused like this, but he still accepted it.

His toes clung to the mud underneath, and his body stood firm, because he knew that if he wavered at the slightest, he would be whipped, so he endured the tingling pain.

Under the itching and heat, I finally messed up my mood, and I had a stupid and shaky thought, and then I couldn't control it, my body moved, and at that moment, it hit my shoulder again.

When the pain in his shoulder gradually faded, Mu Fan's immature little face was full of persistence and stubbornness, and he bit it.

"Come again!"

Looking at Mu Fan, who gritted his teeth and insisted on striking, Zi Luo's cold and pretty face squeezed out a smile of relief, nodded slightly, and manipulated the power of the divine soul in his hand to shoot out again.

"Bang, bang, bang"

In the middle of the lake, there were a few oozing muffled sounds and a low hum slightly mixed with painful sounds, and they spread one after another...

Zi Luo's attack is extremely measured, and each attack just reaches the critical point that Mu Fan's body can withstand now, so that it will not seriously hurt Mu Fan, but also bring him real pain.

The power of the divine soul hit the body, and the pain that pierced the heart made Demu Fan's little face almost distorted, and with the wave of Ziluo's palm, there were more and more bruises.

"Bang!"

Another source qi shot out, and Mu Fan, who was like a stake, finally reached the limit of what he could bear, his legs were weak, and he collapsed out of strength.