As soon as the flush on his body dissipated, Yao Qian shook his head, only to feel that a stream of hot blood rushed up.

Horizontal practice is the most polishing of the will and the martial arts of refining the body among the many external skills, how can it be idle?

There are many martial artists in the world, but among the dozens or hundreds of martial arts masters, there is not necessarily a master who specializes in horizontal training, is there no reason?

The people who can practice martial arts are often wealthy and not short of money.

Among these people, they are willing to endure the hardships of cultivating horizontal training, and they can cultivate horizontal training to the fullest, but it is not enough to endure hardships, but also great perseverance, great will and great opportunity, all of which are indispensable.

If Yao Qian hadn't used the 'Blue Star' to directly raise the iron cloth shirt to the Dacheng realm, now he is hovering at most in the first level, and if he wants to cultivate to Dacheng, it is impossible without three or five years of work.

This is also the reason why many masters who fought against him were surprised, even if they started cultivating after their body was grown, it would be impossible for them to reach his current realm.

It's so counterintuitive!

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

They were all elites who practiced martial arts, so they naturally saw at a glance that something was wrong with Yao Gan, and knew that he must have obtained some special adventure.

And now, when Yao Qian began to cultivate the "Golden Bell Jar" independently, he really understood how happy he was when he cultivated the iron cloth shirt.

This horizontal practice is several percent more difficult than the original iron cloth shirt, and the power is naturally stronger.

However, when it comes to cultivating, the price to pay is also the greatest.

The first step of cultivation almost scalded him into a dehaired suckling pig.

I finally cultivated this horizontal practice to the level of entry, but the next self-harm became more and more serious.

For example, now, a stick of killing power is like a head stick, smashing on his body, putting it on ordinary people, and it has long smashed people into a puddle of flesh.

And he needs to constantly drum the golden bell jar to resist the blow of this huge rod, and the rod falls like a storm, although it has not yet broken his golden bell jar, but the pain is real, making him feel so painful that even his nerves are almost broken, and his teeth are crushed.

Bah!

Spit out a mouthful of saliva, Yao Qian only felt a line of fire in his mouth burrowing into his abdomen, and his entire body was roasted as if it was placed on a fire rack.

It hurts!

But after an instant, his whole body was shaken, and the beads of sweat that came out were shaken away by his body, and he gritted his teeth and shouted again at the traps around him.

"Come again, come again......"

The four catchers were already weak at this time, and when they heard his shouting, they all had a bitter face, looking at Yao Gan's gaze like a monster.

They are all insiders, and they never leave a hand, even other martial arts masters, after suffering so many of them, they are now lying on the bed and dying.

But looking at Yao Qian's appearance in front of him, he was fierce and energetic.

"What's the matter, is it so fast that you are out of strength?"

Yao Gan's eyes turned around on the four of them, and the bodies of the fast hunters who were stared at by him trembled, gritted his teeth, and said.

"Good!"

Bang bang bang, bang......

One stick kept falling, and these catches were stimulated by Yao Qian to create real fire.

Every time the stick hits, it is completely ten percent of the force to smash down, the thick and flat head of the stick falls on the body, and the oppressed air seems to have become a vacuum, to smash the flesh and bones, and the bone marrow is knocked out.

Huh-huh......

Yao Qian gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and bloodshot burst out of his eyes.

This kind of pain was more painful than the original hot water boiling, the pain entered the bone marrow, the pain entered the nerves, and his mouth kept letting out a low roar like a beast, but he stubbornly withstood it.

After another thirty strokes, the catchers standing around had no strength, and threw the killing sticks on the ground, and the people were also paralyzed on the ground, sweating profusely, as if they had been fished out of the water.

"My lord, no, no, no, we're really out of strength. ”

These quick catches, from the original anger, have now become convincing.

Even the people they did were already out of strength, and there were still four, but Yao Qian in front of them was still standing in front of them like a mountain peak, the sun was shining down, and the black shadows reflected on their bodies shrouded them, making them seem to have a kind of heaviness covered by a mountain.

WhewW......

Tick Tick Tick ......

Yao Qian's mouth was constantly panting at this time, like a dilapidated bellows, a large amount of fresh air continued to drill into his body, and a mouthful of turbid air was sprayed out.

The sweat left behind in his body had soaked the ground, as if it had been doused with a basin of water.

It took him a while to slowly recover a glimmer of clarity from this extreme pain.

His eyes regained their sparkle again, and at this time, the maid who was waiting on the side brought hot water and a towel for him to scrub.

After wiping all over his body, he took another cold shower before he felt that he had recovered some of his strength, but he still seemed to be squeezed to the extreme, even his face became white, his whole body was even weaker, and his steps became weak.

But there was no need for these to be revealed in front of others, and he sat upright in his chair and gave the four catchers a reward before sending them away.

After watching these people leave, Yao Qian called out the 'Blue Star', stared at the panel for a while, and shook his head in disappointment.

According to the current rhythm, if this horizontal practice is to enter the first level, it will take at least several days of high-intensity training.

When he thought of this, even a trace of resistance appeared in his heart.

It's really this kind of pain, which is very unbearable, even if he is covered in copper skin and iron bones, he can't hit three catties of nails.

Moreover, in order to cultivate this "Golden Bell Jar" as soon as possible, he also increased the amount of training several times at once.

If it weren't for the fact that his physical quality far surpassed that of other martial artists, even if he was comparable to a fierce beast, he would not have been able to achieve such a quick promotion.

But if you don't pay, how can you get anything?

He deeply understood this truth that if he wanted to go further on the path of cultivation, all these hardships and pains had to be paid, not only on the path of cultivation, but also on the path of study, business, and even being an official.

Lying on the chair with his body on all fours, the warm sun shining on his body, comfortable and comfortable, before he knew it, he fell asleep in a daze.

By the time he came to his senses, it was already nightfall, and he had been covered with a thin blanket at some point.

He didn't care, with his current body, how could he be affected by the change in the weather?

Walking in from the chair, he pushed the door in, and was about to enter the room, only to find that there was an extra figure in the room at some point.

He turned his gaze to the person who came, and his expression relaxed.

"Why are you so sneaky, I thought it was because there were too many people who wanted to attack me. ”

Rarely, he said a teasing word.

The person in the room got up from the chair, it was Lao Jia, who had not seen him for many days, and said with a smile on his face at this time.

"I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't disturb you, and I also went to the house to take a nap, I've been really tired these days. ”

As he spoke, he stretched a big lazy waist and snorted a haha in his mouth.

Yao Qian glanced at him and said.

"Lao Jia, so you have thoroughly inquired about the details of the Black Mountain thieves?"

For the Black Mountain thieves, Yao Qian had long had the intention of destroying them, but there was no definite news, so he didn't do anything, for fear of startling the snake.

After all, this gang of bandits has been entrenched for a long time, and they must have the ability to be cunning rabbits, if they can't strike a thunderbolt and kill them all, it will be a big trouble in the future.

Only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to prevent thieves.

Moreover, if these people carry out an assassination operation at every turn, although they will not fall into danger, the flies are always flying in his ears, but they cannot be finished, which is enough to give him a headache.

He looked at the pieces of paper handed over by Lao Jia, and a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Cutting grass must be eradicated, the wind will not grow, and the evil must be eliminated!"