Vajra boxing is very simple, there are only a few eight styles, criss-crossed, tossing and turning, basically surrounded by the front and back, left and right, Nie Wushuang practiced one move and one style according to the gourd painting scoop.

has an incomparably evil IQ coupled with the absorption and fusion of the soul of that unlucky child, and his comprehension is not comparable to that of ordinary children, and he lived in the era of the information explosion in his previous life, and the most important thing is to draw inferences from one another.

'King Kong Fu Tiger', 'King Kong Angry Eyes' and other simple King Kong Eight Styles slowly changed from jerky to decent in Nie Wushuang's hands, and the black tiger Pingping nodded.

In the early stages of cultivation, it was difficult to draw inferences, and soon Nie Wushuang found that the skin on his body began to heat up, catering to the rising sun, like a swarm of ants eating all the skin on his body.

The black tiger walked around the sixteen children, and when he saw who was not in the norm, he shouted and reprimanded, without mercy at all, fortunately, this group of children were used to the character of the black tiger, but they did not dare to refute it at all.

Cultivation is not only about practicing boxing, otherwise how can it be really refining skin, which is a great matter.

Half an hour later, Black Tiger led a group of children towards the world outside the black iron boulder package, these black iron boulders, each three zhang high, were extremely hard black iron ore, forming a long oval wall, enveloping the entire Baiyun tribe in it, enough to withstand the attacks of some of the weakest beasts.

The second event is running, and it is not far to run to the foot of a small hill closest to the Baiyun tribe.

Said to be a small hill, Nie Wushuang was a thousand meters high, all kinds of unrecognizable plants and tall and thick trees were scattered, and the clouds and mist that had not had time to dissipate in the morning made such an elegant environment refreshing, but no one knew that the night of the road was the time when the real terrifying primeval flood and alien species were rampant.

This distance is five kilometers, even if the road is not easy to walk, but this group of children has long been used to it, sometimes even if they fall and their heads are bleeding, no one will cry out in pain, which Nie Wushuang never expected.

Nie Wushuang felt a strong heartbeat, and the blood flow became faster and faster as he ran, and he didn't feel very tired, maybe it was the infinite energy contained in his body that was supporting.

The bald man Black Tiger who led the team was wearing a black iron armor weighing two hundred pounds, which covered the whole body, even the helmet, and all the joints of the body were connected by the tendons of the fierce beast fire ox.

In some joints, such as knees, elbows, and shoulders, there are hideous sharp black iron barbs, and there is a faint residue of dark red blood on them, and even the eyes are covered by transparent chips.

In his hand, he is holding a black iron stick that is two meters long and thick as a goose egg, Nie Wushuang has a hundred catties of eyes, and it must be fatal, and it is indeed a black tiger, which is still very strong for the current Wushuang, and he has a little envy in his heart, but it is just envy.

The black tiger also carried a large bow made of black iron on his back, and dozens of black iron long arrows were lying peacefully in the quiver.

"Today's time is a tenth of an hourglass shorter than yesterday's, yes, keep up the good work. Below the oil whip peel. ”

That small hourglass can run out in about half an hour. The black tiger's bronzed horse had a sinister smile on its face, and the children were shocked to see it. Back in the tribe, Black Tiger naturally took off the Black Iron Armor suit and his own unique weapon.

Even if Wushuang didn't do anything during the five days he came to the Baiyun Tribe, he knew a thing or two about the terrible ghost screams of this group of tenacious children at this time of day.

Oil whip to refine the skin, take the oil boiled with the fat of the beast and soak it for half a month to whip all the skin of the whole body, not only is it bloody and abnormal, there is no good skin on the whole body to keep, the most painful seems to be the most green mulberry after the potion boiled by the green mulberry wood to recover, that is the real horror of life and death dilemma.

More than a dozen children were reluctant, and the ghost cried wolf howl and stripped naked and lay on the bench, hugging the bench surface, leaving only a small pants to protect their little brothers, Wushuang of course has no privilege, still do it in the corner, since it is said that they want to practice together, they must not retreat.

The black tiger summoned more than a dozen young men, all of them were two meters tall, majestic and abnormally human-bear, and Wushuang wailed in his heart, your uncle, this Nima is a fierce man who can tear the tiger and leopard alive.

In an instant, the yin laughter made Wushuang's teeth shiver, and then the sound of the wind echoed in his ears, and then the buttocks, back, and thighs bloomed, and countless screams echoed in the small Baiyun tribe.

The mothers of more than a dozen babies watched from a distance, and they didn't see any sadness, but their eyes were full of encouragement hoping that they could persevere, and even the aunts and aunts who had been talking about it became quiet.

In fact, originally refining skin did not need to bear the pain of oil whips like this, but they did not have the essence blood of the primeval beasts, and they did not have all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, only such oil whips could speed up their cultivation, this is the way of existence of weak cultivators, fighting with everything they have.

Wushuang gritted his teeth and silently endured everything, he thought that even his closest girlfriend had betrayed him, and that kind of inner pain could be bearable, even if he was suffering from the whip at the moment, but compared to the heart-rending inner pain, this seemed a little immature.

Even the somewhat wooden man who was wielding the whip behind him was wondering if he was not exerting his strength, so he increased the amount of force in his hand, so that every time the oil whip fell on the flesh and blood blurred body of Wushuang, he was deeply sunken, and his whole body was subjected to the same oil whip again.

Even the face is not spared in the slightest, of course, the oil whip on the head is very stable, but the black tiger personally executes, otherwise a person accidentally makes that child a concussion or a headshot, it will be a real tragedy.

"Damn, it's really painful, is this what cultivation, labor and management like it. ”

Since Wushuang's heart came to this completely strange world, he has finally found a little sense of existence, only a steady heartbeat can prove that life is beautiful, and he likes this kind of life a little.

For a long time, the juice of the green mulberry evergreen wood specially boiled by the tribe every day was carried out by several fifteen-year-old teenagers and placed on the edge of the Black Iron Square, each with a diameter of one meter, and four children entered it in groups, which was just right.

Wushuang was also thrown into the big wooden barrel with one hand by the wooden man who whipped himself just now, and in an instant, countless bubbles bubbled up in the white medicinal juice, the temperature of this medicinal juice was not low, at least sixty degrees, and countless medicinal juices drilled into Wushuang's broken skin, as if his whole body was full of ants, and he was the honey that ants hunted, and the screams shook the earth.

"My mother, it hurts labor to death"

"Roar, ahhhh

On one side was the cry of mournful ghosts, and on the other side was the laughter of young men, and everything seemed a little mysterious and harmonious.

"Great Elder, why did your old man come out?"

The Black Tiger cautiously inquired about the guardian of the White Cloud Tribe. The Great Elder of Muyue is a well-deserved first person of the Baiyun Tribe, a strong person in refining the marrow, enough to compete with some low-level fierce beasts, a humanoid fierce beast that can be ten feet tall and infinitely powerful, now eighty-two years old, already in his twilight, otherwise he would not have to kill the black-clothed assassin with all his strength when he saved Wushuang.

"How's this kid Wushuang?"

Dressed in coarse linen clothes, the Great Elder Muyue was still as tall as a mountain even though he was already eighty-two years old, his height of nearly two meters was not strong, and his white frost-like hair looked like seeing through the indifferent vicissitudes of red dust. In particular, the criss-crossing old age spots on his face showed that the years of Great Elder Mu Yue were like a song, and time was like water.

"Wushuang took the initiative to train with the other cubs today, and it seems that he has almost recovered. Now heal the wounded body inside the medicine barrel. ”

Great Elder Muyue nodded, and didn't say anything, just ordered Wushuang to go to his room to find him at noon, and then left quickly, making the black tiger a little confused.

After soaking in the medicinal bath for half an hour, Wushuang and them were all driven out of the medicine barrel one by one, and when they came out, the countless flesh wounds on their bodies had completely formed solid scars, and it was estimated that they would completely recover after one night, which made Wushuang sigh, this is really a magical world, otherwise this evergreen wood medicinal bath alone on the earth will make you eat and drink for countless lifetimes.

There is no special training in the future, it is Zama step, and then various cultivation methods to temper the body, in short, it is like a piece of iron ore after it is mined and then it begins to be purified.

Frog jumping and even various jungle survival skills were told by the black tiger one by one, this is the bloody and valuable experience obtained by the ancestors of the Baiyun tribe for generations, Wushuang listened not to the general seriousness, with his unforgettable memory instantly remembered everything, just waiting for a certain day of practice, and this day is obviously not far away.