"Boy, your Jiu-Jitsu practice is good, but unfortunately your strength is insufficient, from now on, within three months, you will be practicing in the pond in the back mountain. With that, the water disappeared from me again.

"The strength is not enough, and it seems that my power is still not controlled accurately enough. Feng Ling chewed on the words of the water and asked the people about the location of the pond in the back mountain. The subordinates all looked at Feng Ling with surprised expressions, and after stammering to tell him the specific location, they didn't forget to look at his back blankly, as if they were still muttering something.

The scenery of the back mountain is very beautiful, there are all kinds of strange flowers and plants that compete for beauty, the towering giant trees that are green and dripping, the crystal clear pond water, and the ethereal clouds and smoke are almost ethereal, and it can be called a fairyland veritably.

A man with unkempt hair and ragged clothes stared blankly at the pond, his back desolate and sad. Feng Ling looked at him in disbelief, yes, this person is the raunchy master Shui Li.

"It's coming!" From today onwards, all your cultivation will be in this pond, and you can't leave without my permission.

As if feeling the sorrow of the water leaving me, Feng Ling did not go against the wishes of the water leaving me for the first time, and answered the cry, and went straight towards the pond.

The pond is not large, the water is clear from the outside, and there is almost no vegetation around the pond, which makes it look strange and absurd in this vibrant place.

As if sensing something different, Feng Ling took a deep breath and stepped into the pool with a muffled voice. As soon as his feet entered the water, it was as if he had been poured into a thousand catties, dragging him straight down. Feng Ling hurriedly ran the true qi in his body and tried his best to control his body, but unfortunately he was still too weak and was not the opponent of this side of Chi Shui at all, but in a moment, his whole body was dragged into the water, and the pool water kept squeezing his body. Feng Ling began to breathe heavily, but still didn't give up, trying to repel the water and trying to get ashore.

"Boy, infuse your True Qi on the surface of your skin to resist water pressure. The sound of the water leaving me came at the right time, giving Feng Ling, who was struggling in pain, a life-saving straw.

Feng Ling didn't think about it at all, and directly followed the method of leaving me, and he began to mobilize all the true qi in the dantian, trying to spread the true qi evenly on the surface of his body. It was the first time to control the true qi so precisely, and Feng Ling was very struggling. First of all, he had to calculate the total amount of his True Qi to obtain the optimal thickness of the True Qi all over his body, and secondly, he had to resist the squeeze given to him by the pool water. If you don't have a chance, if you're not careful, you might die here. Feng Ling didn't pin his hopes on his bad master, who knows if this person who he just met for a short time will save him, now only believing in himself is the best plan.

After Feng Ling's mobilization, the true qi in the dantian finally began to penetrate outside the body. However, as soon as these true qi that had been mobilized with great difficulty left the dantian, they spread out, without the slightest intention of staying. Seeing that the true qi in his body was getting less and less, Feng Ling still had no way to maintain the true qi outside his body.

"What a fool! True Qi needs to be controlled by the Yuan Shen, and where the True Qi arrives, the Yuan Shen should follow. There is only true qi, of course it will be freely emitted, if you add the original god, what will it look like?"

Feng Ling was awakened and immediately merged his Yuan Shen into his true qi. Feeling that the true qi on the surface of his body was condensed and not dispersed, Feng Ling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, although a lot had been wasted, but the remaining true qi should still be able to resist for a while.

......

The water left my eyes and stared at Feng Ling, who was sitting on the ground without an image and panting, good guy, I succeeded the first time, and I actually climbed up by myself. How big should this kid's true qi be, and how wide should the sea of qi be?

Although Shui Li was shocked by Feng Ling again in my heart, he still had a contemptuous expression on his face, tugging at the corners of his mouth, and said in a strange manner: "What a stupid! What a fool! Dare to go into the water without knowing the truth is a mistake; Today, you must deeply remember these two major mistakes. ”

"Master, I have a problem!" Feng Ling, who was criticized as soon as he breathed a sigh, was not discouraged, but respected that he had never had.

Hearing that this guy finally called himself master, Shui Li's heart secretly blossomed, but on the surface, he still said calmly: "Ask!"

"What's wrong with the water?"

"Haha, of course, this back mountain is also a small holy place of my clan, because of the existence of this pond of water. However, there are very few body refiners in our clan, so this treasure pool is deserted, and those fools put the treasure mountain as a decoration. This pool of water was brought back from the outside world by our ancestors in my clan, and we have been studying it for a long time, but we have only developed its effect of refining the body. However, I feel that this pool of water hides a big secret, but I haven't discovered it yet. ”

"Does this pool have a name?"

"Hahaha, there wasn't. Speaking of this, Shui Li seemed to fall into a memory, and her voice became soft, "She has to give one, named Ruoxi." ”

"She?"

"Alright, that's all for today, and come back tomorrow!"

"What kind of worldly master you are pretending!" Feng Ling pouted, he was becoming more and more interested in this master.

......

In the following time, no one really bothered Feng Ling, he had been competing with Ruoxi Pond in the back mountain, and he was able to hold on to the water for more and more time. Of course, he didn't let go of the cultivation of the middle grade body technique. Unlike the lower-grade exercises, the middle-grade exercises contain the use of true qi, and the attack power is not comparable to the lower-grade exercises.

Day after day, every day Feng Ling repeats the same training, boring and boring. It was only once in a while that his bad master came back to check the progress of his cultivation, pointed out his shortcomings by the way, mentioned some precautions, and then disappeared as usual. Feng Ling did not complain about the irresponsibility of the bad master, but was impressed by his incisive insights in martial arts. At the beginning, my father's teaching was also quite useful, but my father was more inclined to elemental power, and the bad master seemed to be very familiar with physical arts.

The three months slipped by slowly and quickly, and Feng Ling's strength had also improved from the original liquid spirit early stage to the current liquid spirit triple realm, and the speed of improvement was jaw-dropping. In fact, this is all thanks to the accumulation of Fengling in the first five years, and when the time comes, it will naturally come naturally.

On the last day of the March period, Feng Ling did not practice frantically as usual, but meditated and deposited, slowly digesting the results of the recent days. He began to be a little excited, a little expectant, and didn't know who the person who would challenge him tomorrow would be and whether it would be great. Take this opportunity to train yourself in actual combat, which is seriously lacking. It seems that the bad master is really well-intentioned!