Wu Ling and Xiao Jing walked around the main hall of the Jianghu martial arts, and it was indeed the same as the one introduced by the old man of the main god, the role of all the rooms was to store a small world, and the big world was divided into many domains, and the ownership rights of different domains were different, and the main god who got the main god bead of the domain was the leader of this field. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Now in the huge hall, there is only one room left where the main god bead is stored, and the main god bead belongs to the Dayan Hall, that is, the main god is now the leader of the Dayan Hall.

The problem itself is easy to understand, Wu Ling's task is to find the main god beads in various fields in the big world, and help the main god old man become the great main god, so that he can have the strength to fight against other main gods.

So after Wu Ling walked around, he stopped and stopped walking, everything was the same, not a blur,

In the end, Xiao Jing took Wu Ling to the only room in the main hall that was not where the main divine beads were stored, this was a very quiet and elegant room, and when you first entered, there would be an ancient fragrance, and then what caught your eye was the wooden stakes that were arranged in the order of the stars.

Wu Ling understands that this is the training ground!

There is a training ground in the main hall, and the old man of the main god is choking until now, and if it weren't for Xiao Jing leading the way, he might not be able to find here.

The main hall is like a labyrinth, and only Xiao Jing can understand the route of all the rooms.

"Brother Wu Ling, this is the place where the critical conversion rate of internal force is trained, although it looks like they are all wooden stakes, but brother, don't underestimate these wooden stakes. ”

Xiao Jing snorted a few times, then pulled Wu Ling into the dazzling array of wooden stakes, and faced one of the stakes the size of a person hugging, Xiao Jing raised her eyebrows, acting like a respected teacher, and then Xiao Lip said, "Brother, try to swing a piercing punch at the wooden stake." ”

Hearing this, Wu Ling pushed back half a step, which was enough to make his fist hit the stake to the maximum extent.

A cheer rang out in the room, and a bang appeared in succession, and then the sound seemed to be swallowed up, and there was no follow-up echo.

In this room of one acre in size, under the sympathy of Wu Ling's roar and fist strikes, there should be a certain echo, but in fact, it didn't happen, Wu Ling had already transported the internal force strength of the four-layer internal force realm, and the wooden stake was not damaged at all.

Why is that?

Xiao Jing looked at Wu Ling's puzzled face, as if she had known that Wu Ling would have this kind of demeanor, she first smiled, and then said: "This is the effect of the wooden stake, look carefully, is there some quaint number on the wooden stake nameplate?"

After Xiao Jing's reminder, Wu Ling stared at a lot, it is true, the wooden stake in front of Wu Ling does have a line of numbers, it is forty, and the words in the depression are engraved with the word forty.

"Forty represents the critical conversion rate of internal force, Brother Wu Ling's current figure is in the fourth layer of the internal force realm, the passing line of the critical conversion rate is twenty-five, and forty is the passing line of the conversion rate of the seven-layer internal force realm, so even if the elder brother keeps hitting the stake, it is understandable. ”

"Seven Layers of Internal Force Realm?"

Wu Ling muttered, staring at the wooden stake in the depths of his eyes, and secretly sighed that he didn't expect the wooden stake to have such an effect, it was simply the best mirror to check his own strength.

"How can I use stakes to improve my critical conversion rate?"

Wu Ling asked eagerly, since that battle, Wu Ling felt very eager and eager to improve his own strength, actual combat can indeed bring combat experience to the greatest extent, but daily training is also essential, the current internal force realm is not about the level of the situation, but the strength of the critical conversion rate that he cares about, Wu Ling of course wants to understand how to improve his own strength.

"There are about thousands of wooden stakes here, and there are concave numbers on the wooden stakes, and those numbers are the critical conversion rate, Brother Wu Ling bombarded the wooden stakes, as long as there was a crisp jingle sound, then it means that brother, your control of the internal force has reached the level presented by the numbers. ”

"And if it's a muffled sound, you can only lower the level by a few hundredths of a percent, until after the crisp jingle sound, that stake is the most suitable stake for your brother. ”

Is this the critical conversion rate for finding yourself in the deformation?

Xiao Jing realized Wu Ling's thoughts, so she explained: "The test of the wooden stake is only one of the functions, Brother Wu Ling, you better find your own critical conversion rate first." ”

Hearing Xiao Jing's pretense of being mysterious, Wu Ling smiled bitterly, and had to start with the stake of the twenty-fifth conversion rate.

Sure enough, it was indeed a muffled sound, not that Wu Ling's conversion rate could not reach twenty-five percent, but that it should be at a higher level, this was Wu Ling's self-confidence.

Since twenty-five is not good, Wu Ling came to the thirty percent stake, which is the passing line of the five-layer internal force realm, Wu Ling plucked up the internal force, pierced the fist and bombarded out, the sound of jingle sounded, Wu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect to find his own wooden stake so quickly.

"It's not this kind of sound, the jingle is not crisp enough, the melodious is not high enough, the sound waves are constantly wrinkling, and it can only be said that it is very close to the most suitable stake. ”

Very close to the most suitable stake, so is the conversion rate of Wu Ling's choice high or low?

"Of course it's low. Wu Ling is still very confident, although he has not yet stepped into the fifth layer of the internal force realm, but the critical conversion rate must have reached the passing line of the fifth layer of the internal force realm, as for how much distance is above the passing line, Wu Ling speculated that it should not be too far, probably at about 323 percent.

Then choose thirty-two percent to try, Wu Ling thought in his heart, and came to the wooden stake marked thirty-two.

The mobilization of internal force, the condensed punch bombarded out.

Jingling!

This voice was tactful and melodious enough, and the voice was very high, and Xiao Jing's voice came again, "Brother Wu Ling's critical conversion rate is about thirty-two percent, and the next step is to find out the decimal point after the whole number." ”

"Decimal point?" Wu Ling sighed, patting his head and thinking, the number of this stake is obviously innumerable, and the number of the depression is naturally not just an integer, to find the most suitable stake for himself, of course, it is necessary to be accurate to two decimal places.

After some investigation, Wu Ling finally determined his figure, 32.37 percent, Xiao Jing happily hugged Wu Ling's right arm, and smiled cheerfully, "Brother Wu Ling, how does it feel to see your own strength? Isn't it very gratifying, this is the role of the stake, brother, you look ahead, all the stakes in front of you are the enemy you want to challenge, starting from 32.37 percent, all the stakes higher than this value, you have to challenge again." ”

Challenge again, of course, the powerhouse of the internal qi realm, its critical conversion rate has reached the full number, the internal force realm, the investigation is the condensation of the internal force, as well as the transformation of the internal force, this is the essence of the internal force realm.

The challenge of transcending the level occurs in the internal force realm, and it is not unusual.

Wu Ling bombarded the seventy-seven forty-nine punches in the wooden stake at thirty-two thirty-seven, and the sound of the clanging bell sounded seventy-seven forty-nine times, Wu Ling heard another kind of difference in the last punch, the appearance of that sound was a sign of breakthrough, Wu Ling gathered momentum, and bombarded the sixty-six thirty-six punches again, and the sound from the wooden stake turned from a crisp sound to a dull sound, and Wu Ling realized that he had broken through the boundary of thirty-two thirty-seven points.

He took a step forward, stepped forward and stepped a stake, to the stake at thirty-two thirty-eight.

"Cultivation is like this, and another function of the stake is the moment it comes into contact with the fist, allowing the cultivator to feel the degree of transformation and process of his own internal force. Xiao Jing saw Wu Ling approaching another wooden stake, so she began to speak.

"It's that light, the mystery of it is very suspenseful, when the fortieth punch is more than 40, a sense will be formed between the mind and the stake, like a line pulling in it, as long as you continue to move forward and swing the fist along the induction in your heart, you will be able to break through the Rinzai conversion rate. ”

"My brother's perception is very correct, then Xiao Jing will not disturb my brother's practice, and there are still five hours when my brother's next task will start, pay attention to practice." Xiao Jing's light voice slid past Wu Ling's ears like flowing water, bringing a fresh warm current to the tired practice time.

Watching Xiao Jing leave, Wu Ling took a deep breath, and after exhaling evenly, he threw himself into the training of the wooden stake.

The sound of the boom is flying, and in the calm door space, there is a clear stream of internal force, which is the rise of a person who is unwilling to fall, the world where strength is respected, and improving one's own strength is the most important daily work and rest time for martial artists.

Seven seven forty-nine piercing fist bombardment, Wu Ling successfully stepped to the next stake, the time of this breakthrough is half an instant slower than the last time, the careful Wu Ling has already noticed this difference, the stake will be split into a small section of the critical conversion rate for training, each break through the stake requires a certain amount of experience.

Of course, if someone has devoted his whole life to the training of the stake, the experience of a lifetime may be able to touch the last stake, but such a strong man is not too wooden.

Such a strong person is not suitable for life and death, but suitable for being a teacher or coach, in short, it is a teaching material for motivation.

Wu Ling understood very well, his own strength was only in the fourth-layer internal force realm, and the internal force that could be mobilized in an instant was insignificant, at least it couldn't condense a dragon-descending bullet, and there was no killer weapon that could press the bottom of the box.

If you want to condense a miniature dragon descending bullet without the help of the little platinum dragon, and not lose your hands in actual combat, you also need to practice the critical conversion rate to more than 50%.

That is, only by breaking through the passing line of the nine-layer internal force realm in the critical conversion rate can Wu Ling condense a miniature dragon descending bullet, which can cause damage and minimize the degree of backlash, which is the optimal solution for combat.

After several trainings, Wu Ling's internal clothes have been soaked with sweat, of course, before the task starts, Wu Ling will not make himself tired, or need to save an hour of time to go to the Qinglong Pool to recuperate his body and mind, relaxation is the best process of training, otherwise it is easy to hurt the muscles and bones, resulting in the future cultivation path is shallow and does not get any skin.

......

Time flies quickly, three hours have passed, and in the hall of the Jianghu Martial Arts, inside a corner door, there is a crisp sound that keeps ringing out.

The young man's whole body was already soaked, and the yellow skin inside could be seen through the outer layer of clothes, and his face was also soaked with sweat, with a little unwillingness in the bitterness.

"The last one, is it the limit?"

The young man gritted his teeth, his fists kept bombarding the stake, there was no change, the stake still made a crisp jingle sound, this sound was not what he wanted, what he wanted was the dull sound when he broke through, it was a kind of hope for the strength not to admit defeat, the young man swung out countless seventy-seven forty-nine punches, time was passing, and the young man's fists did not stop.

Half an hour passed, Wu Ling did not give up, this is a rare opportunity for him to give up, giving up means losing, losing to himself, losing to himself who has been instilling the idea of giving up in his mind, Wu Ling will not give up.

Even if he gave up the time to return to Qinglong Pool to recuperate, Wu Ling did not intend to give up the wooden stake in front of him, and no one could change Wu Ling's mind.

In the test in the space of the main god of the machine, Wu Ling's spiritual power is amazingly high, of course, it is also amazingly low, this is a changing value, at this moment Wu Ling's spiritual power has reached the realm of tens of thousands, no one can shake his choice, you know, this is cultivation, every person who steps into the cultivation journey must go through the moment.

The pouring of sweat is the outflow of the enemy's blood, and whether it is to kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy can be reflected in the usual practice.

Jingle bells!

Wu Ling's last punch, the stake man made a crisp sound, he was a little resentful of his talent, he couldn't help but think of the small battle with the Grim Reaper's follower fake Ding that day, it was a pity to lose, but it was not pitiful, he was a stepping stone for his own progress, Wu Ling couldn't lose, he must find Liangzi and defeat him!

"Punch through!"

Wu Ling used up the last trace of strength, and once again slashed out seven seven forty-nine punches, tired after he threw the last punch, his paralyzed body fell to the ground, the moment before he fell to the ground, Xiao Jing who was hiding on the side blushed slightly, and did not dare to make a sound, she saw the smile at the corner of Wu Ling's mouth, it was a willing and happy smile.

At the last moment, Wu Ling finally heard the sound of the breakthrough, the dull sound was a sign of a breakthrough, Wu Ling fainted with relief, this was the impact of the internal force being consumed, Xiao Jing ran up quickly and hugged it.

What was experienced in the hand was the sticky sweat on Wu Ling's body, Xiao Jing did not have any disgust, hugged Wu Ling, and kept shouting the words "fool, big fool" from the corner of her mouth.

It can be seen that Xiao Jing's concern for Wu Ling, she didn't expect that Brother Wu Ling would actually work himself out in order to break through himself, just imagine how strong a strong person in the internal force realm who can exhaust all his strength is.

Xiao Jing's crystal tears dripped down, Xiao Jing wiped the point, and a bright line of sight rippled in the corner of her eyes, and the words engraved on the wooden stake-

It was thirty-four forty-eight!

It is almost the pinnacle of the fifth layer of internal force realm, and it is only one step away from the sixth layer...... (To be continued.) )