The children's wombs were already hungry, but the old man still let them endure the group practice before letting them go to the dining hall to eat.

Xiang knew that the disciples who started directly from the inner disciples had their own great opportunities, but when he came back from the humiliation, he forgot the horror he felt when he faced Haozhuang that day, and the resentment was derived from the bottom of his heart.

The companions he met these days laughed at his cowardice, and the little brother who originally defected to him also switched to his rival, which made him very annoyed in his heart, so he made a special trip to get a weapon and stayed in the dining hall every day when he had a meal, wanting to find the bad luck of Haozhuang and others.

This ****, as usual, shrugged his head and waited near the canteen after eating.

The hard work paid off, he finally waited for the arrival of Haozhuang and the others, when even though the face was full of excitement to block everyone's way, but the hungry people in their stomachs seemed to have not noticed him, he instantly pushed him to the ground, and then rushed into the dining hall in a swarm.

The others also avoided him intentionally or unintentionally, but Jane, who was honest, seemed to really not notice him, and stepped heavily on the back of his hand.

When everyone poured into the dining hall, they quickly took one food after another and went to the table to eat. No one looked at Xiang from beginning to end.

When Xiang got up from the ground, he grinned and held the back of his hand, even if he had reached the fourth layer of the forging body, and there was a vague feeling that he was about to break through the fifth layer of the forging body, but he still couldn't ignore the pain.

Seeing that Haozhuang and the others had already sat down with food, they were hindered by the rules of the Southern Martial Arts Academy that food should not be wasted. He gritted his teeth and sat down at a table to wait. He was angry. But it was a slap on the table. Frightened, a small man with a three-layer forging body next to him trembled.

"What are you shaking? Haven't you ever seen a table slap?" Looking at the trembling figure of the little man next to him, he couldn't help but think of the scene where he was scared by Haozhuang two days ago in a cold sweat, but immediately he became nameless and shouted at the little man on the side.

The little man trembled and responded, "See, I've seen the table slapped, but, but you shook my food to the ground!"

After that, he stood up. He raised his hand high and said, "Report, someone is wasting food." ”

As soon as the words fell, a teenager in a white samurai uniform came to Xiang's side, glanced at Xiang, and asked the little man, "Who broke the rules of the canteen?" ”

Just when the little man reported it, Xiang's face had already turned pale, and he looked at the little man with murderous eyes. Although the little man was also cowering, he still arched his neck.

After the little man clearly explained the cause and effect of the matter, the young man in white immediately said to Xiang: "You have two choices now. First, accept the punishment of the canteen. Two. Eat all the food on the ground. ”

Xiang's little face instantly turned purple, and he glanced at the food on the ground, although it fell to the ground along with the bowl, but because it was located in the middle of the two futons, where his feet would not step on, and the cafeteria was cleaned every day, it was not dirty.

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the little man, and then at Haozhuang, who was looking at him with puzzled eyes not far away, but gritted his teeth and said, "I choose to accept the punishment of the canteen." ”

He was born in an ordinary family, not a noble child. But his mother taught him from an early age that he should not ask for charity or eat food that had fallen on the ground. Because that's the act of a beggar.

When he was three or four years old, he fought bravely and ruthlessly, and caused a lot of trouble for his family, but his mother never punished him too severely, only once, when his mother came home late, he picked up a sugar gourd that a passing child fell on the ground to eat, and was scolded by his mother. He was even punished for kneeling for a day before he was allowed to eat.

Since then, he has kept his mother's teachings firmly in his heart. If he had eaten the food on the ground today to escape punishment, his mother would not have known what he had done today, but in the bottom of his heart he would have been at peace for the rest of his life.

The young man in white nodded paradoxically, then squatted on the ground and packed all the food that had fallen, and then led Xiang Xiang to the back of the dining hall with a bowl.

Soon after, the screams of "ouch, ah, ouch, mom" came from the back of the canteen, which frightened the newcomer Nanchan and the others to shrink their necks, and they consciously ate the food in the bowl until there was not a grain of rice left.

Haozhuang listened thoughtfully to Xiang's screams, and finally shook his head and returned to the small courtyard with many partners.

The old man did not seem to have to rest and eat, and when they were leaving, he sat quietly in front of the north door, and when they returned, he still sat there, his eyes slightly closed, not knowing what he was doing.

Team training, and team training. For a month after they had taken the Wild Bone Soup, the old man had let them practice in a group from beginning to end, until all of them had broken through to the first layer of the forging body, and a few people such as Nanchan and Handsome Children had already broken through to the third layer of the forging body, and then they stopped and let them practice separately.

In just one month, all the 12 forms of forging have been memorized by all sixteen children, and they will consciously get up in the early morning to practice in the early morning every day.

The handsome child calls himself 'Li', he is the fastest one among many children, in just one month, he is already the realm of the third layer of the forging body, but the second Nanchan of ten thousand years is very unconvinced.

Although he almost broke through the third layer of forging body with his front and back feet, he was always a little bit better than Li Wan. Jane looks very honest, but in fact, her cultivation speed can rank third among everyone.

On the contrary, it is extremely optimistic, the first to climb to the top of the mountain Haozhuang for some reason, became the person at the end of the crane among the crowd.

Most of the children had already broken through the second layer of the forging body, but his improvement was very slow.

The old man checked his body several times, but never found the cause, if it weren't for the fact that he had heard a lifetime of birdsong in Haozhuang's body, he would probably think that Haozhuang was a useless waste material.

For Haozhuang, he is very aware of his own problems. Every time he cultivated through the Twelve Forms of Forging Body, only a small half of the faint qi would be absorbed by his body, and more than half of it would flow to his heart and then disappear out of thin air.

The slow progress of Haozhuang's cultivation did not affect the opinion of his roommates in Tongpu's shop about him, although Nanchan would often hit Haozhuang on top of words, but when Haozhuang was verbally insulted by a child living in the East Chamber, Nanchan was the first to rush up and slap him twice.

Jane was as honest as ever, he didn't say anything, just silently cared for Haozhuang. When the group training is over, everyone starts to practice freely. Every time Haozhuang cultivated alone until the moon was in the sky and returned to the wing, he could always feel the warmth of the left half of the room near Jane.

Li seems to be a very extraordinary person, when he found that Haozhuang could not break through the second layer of the forging body for a month, he handed a porcelain bottle to Haozhuang in the early morning of one day, which contained the elixir, according to the knowledgeable Nanchan said, this elixir is called the forging pill, don't look at it can only be used to improve the cultivation speed during the forging period, but its preciousness is only a trace worse than the barren bones.

Although Nanchan was also very greedy, he also knew the problem of Haozhuang's cultivation progress, although his flesh hurt, he still endured Xiang Haozhuang's hateful thoughts, watching him swallow a body forging pill every morning and then cultivate, his teeth clenched.

Despite the help of the Forging Body Pill, Haozhuang's forging speed has never kept up with Li and Nanchan. However, he gradually caught up with the footsteps of others, breaking through the second layer of the forging body in the second month, and breaking through the third layer of the forging body in the third month.

Nine is the extreme, whether it is forging the body, awakening the soul, or returning to the ancestors, there are nine layers. Each of the three floors is divided into a phase, each with a small bottleneck.

The reason why Xiang only forged the fourth layer of his body in a year may be related to the fact that he has never taken the barren bone soup, but the bigger reason is because of the small bottleneck of the third layer of the forging body.

For such a Tianjiao disciple of Li and Nanchan, breaking through such a small bottleneck is like eating and drinking, even Jane, who is not favored by the old man, also broke through the small bottleneck of the third layer in the fifth month and reached the height of the fourth layer.

As expected, Hao Zhuang was stuck at the peak of the third layer, and more and more gas flowed to his heart, and the energy he could absorb became less and less. Just when he was in great distress, Lee reappeared and found him.

This time, he took Haozhuang to a mountain late at night. He stared at Hao Zhuang with clear eyes and asked, "Zhuang, you should be the prince of Hao Kingdom, right?"

Haozhuang was slightly stunned, then glanced at Li, and then nodded. For this friend who has helped him repeatedly, since he has broken his identity, Haozhuang is not good at concealing it.

Li nodded slightly, and then stood quietly in place, as if waiting for something. Now that he has reached the point of forging the fifth layer, his cultivation speed is more than the recently rumored disciple Su Mei, who was accepted by the vice president as his personal inheritance, although the second Nanchan of the ten thousand years has also broken through to the fifth layer of the forging body, he is no longer the same as the original with his front and back feet.

Haozhuang didn't ask him what he was waiting for, just quietly stayed by his side.

When the morning sun rose again from the east, Li suddenly took something out of his arms. (To be continued.) )