Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 124 Jiuyao Sect

Being used to the powerful and unyielding force of heavy hammers, Xu Yunfan naturally took a liking to it at first sight, as it was of the same style as the Thirty-Six Cloak Hammer he was practicing.

If it is performed with the magic weapon gilded mace, it will surely reach several levels higher.

Time flies. After the true transmission ceremony, Xu Yunfan basically immersed himself in martial arts training, practicing Tianchan Jin every day until his body and bones were stretched to the limit.

After completing the second level of muscle and skin training, his daily proficiency can be guaranteed to increase by 30 to 40 proficiency points, and the growth efficiency has almost doubled.

In the following time, Xu Yunfan meditated on the Lin character formula every night, practiced the Tianchan power in the morning, practiced the Jiuxuan Kanglong Mace method at noon, went to his master Zhan Yan to learn the Tiangong forging technique and weapon forging in the afternoon, and went to the library to read the four-hall collection of books in the evening, and read the four basic martial arts and corresponding knowledge.

The whole day is basically packed.

When the other disciples of Tiangong Cave saw Xu Yunfan doing this every day, they couldn't help but start to follow Xu Yunfan's footsteps.

"Made."

Yue Shan put down the giant axe in his hand and looked at his originally rough hands which were now covered with blisters, his expression somewhat tense.

He wrapped the linen soaked in medicinal wine around his palm, and the blood stains on the axe handle had already seeped into the wood texture.

He turned his head and stared at the new cracks on the weapon rack. They were left when he tried to imitate Xu Yunfan's shock force last night. Unfortunately, he never got the method right and even damaged several giant steel axes.

He looked up at the figure of Qi Huan in front of him who was constantly practicing sword skills.

Ever since learning that Xu Yunfan's daily practice was like an ascetic monk, Qi Huang was greatly stimulated. He would go to Min Yue Tower every two or three days to listen to music, and instead of listening to music, he would practice Qian Die Lang Sword with a long sword every day.

The level of hard work has increased several times more than before.

"Brother Qi, do we really have to be as hardworking as Xu Yunfan?"

For seven consecutive days, he got up earlier than the chickens and slept later than the dogs. Practicing martial arts from dawn to dusk was something that even the strongest man could not bear.

"The seven thousand six hundredth time."

Qi Huan's hoarse voice came from the corner.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and the sword in his hand felt a little heavy, but he still had no intention of giving up.

The chief disciple of Cangfeng Pavilion was tying a long sword to his wrist with an iron chain. The muscles in his forearm were swollen twice due to excessive congestion, and blood would seep out of his pores with every thrust.

The unique sound of overlapping forces in Qiandielang's swordsmanship had become chaotic. When the last sword was thrust out, the tip of the sword fell down powerlessly three inches away from the target.

In a brightly lit mine tunnel hundreds of feet below the ground in the Tiangong Cave, the tip of the black iron pickaxe in Yan Yuwei's hand was almost worn out.

Every time she raised her hands and dropped them heavily, she could peel off the large black iron veins in front of her, and the broken stones would fly everywhere. The air was filled with the scent of gold and iron. She used the skill of melting gold and forging iron to stimulate her blood and energy, which she constantly absorbed, causing the surface of her skin to be covered with wisps of gold and iron.

The disciple next to her looked at Yan Yuwei, who was almost going crazy, and couldn't help but worry, "Senior Sister, why don't you take a break? You've been digging non-stop for three days. If you continue, your body won't be able to bear it, and your martial arts will regress."

After Yan Yuwei's last pickaxe fell, sending out a shower of sparks, she sat down on the ground, breathing heavily, and glanced at her hands which were covered in blisters.

Yan Yuwei suddenly cursed. "As the first disciple of the Melting Gold Hall, I have a talent that is one in a million. If Xu Yunfan can achieve Perfection in Muscles and Skin, I don't believe I can't achieve Perfection in Skin!"

Upon hearing this, the disciple next to him couldn't help but mutter, "How can you compare yourself to that pervert? Senior Brother Xu has been practicing martial arts like crazy since he joined the sect. It's been almost three months now, and he's only left the house once. The rest of the time he's been practicing martial arts. The disciples of the Weapon Casting Hall said that his body is made of black steel, and he only sleeps less than two hours a day. It will definitely shorten his lifespan. Senior Sister, don't compete with him! oh!!!"

Yan Yuwei retracted her fist, glanced sideways at the disciple who was sent flying out of the mine by her punch, and snorted coldly.

"I was born with a Gengjin physique, I'm not afraid of him! If he can do it, so can I!"

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Yanbei Road, Jiuyao Mountain in Yanbei Prefecture, Jiuyao Sect.

The seventy-two peaks pierce the sea of ​​clouds like inverted swords. The obsidian base on the main peak, Broken Dragon Cliff, is thirty feet square. Thirteen meteorite iron chains run through the mountain, anchoring the nine basalt halls between the cliffs.

At the mountain gate, there are two eight-foot-tall bronze statues of Ya Zi holding iron chains in their mouths, and the disciples on duty are wearing heavy armor forged from 28 kilograms of meteorite iron.

Since the Yongchang period of the previous dynasty, the first leader of the Jiuyao Sect, Chu Yuan, erected an iron-blooded monument at Broken Dragon Cliff, and it has gone through seventeen generations of leaders to date.

During the bloody battle for the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the 3,000 Black Feather Guards of Jiuyao braved a hail of arrows and broke through seven city gates. The Zhenyue Halberd bestowed by the emperor after the war is still inserted in front of the Jiuyao Hall of Jiuyao Sect.

Over the past few hundred years, a single sect has had tens of thousands of disciples, not counting menial servants. There are over ten thousand outer disciples and nearly ten thousand inner disciples. The nine peaks of the Jiuyao Sect support hundreds of true disciples, not to mention the countless acres of land and properties. The business they run can almost be described as a country within a country.

Since the end of the Tiangong Cave True Transmission Ceremony, Jiuyao Sect Elder Yin Hong and Teng Lingchuan, who was silent and looked a little depressed, rushed for seven days and finally returned to Jiuyao Sect.

Yin Hong stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff of the observatory. In the twilight, the seventy-two peaks pierced the sky like giant tempered swords.

The red smoke column rising from the Molten Iron Peak in the distance cast a mottled shadow on Teng Lingchuan's bandaged right arm. This was the ulna that was fractured by the Thunder Fire Qilin Hammer in Tiangong Cave. Now that he had returned to Jiuyao Sect, he naturally needed to use good medicine to treat it.

Yin Hong glanced at his disciple's trembling wrist tendons, which were hidden injuries left by over-stimulation of the "Xuan Ji Yu Luo Jing".

"Why, are you going to die after a little setback?"

Teng Lingchuan grew up in Jiuyao Sect since he was a child. He has had a smooth journey so far. It is a good thing that he is experiencing some setbacks now.

Teng Lingchuan was silent for a long time before he whispered, "Master, I felt that Xu Yunfan didn't use his full strength when he struck that hammer."

Yin Hong laughed and scolded, "Anyone can see that he didn't use his full strength. If he really used his full strength, you would die on the spot. I'm afraid the Jiuyao Sect would have to use all its peaks, and Tiangong Cave would have to pay a heavy price for it."

Yin Hong said it lightly, but it was indeed the case. His Jiuyao Sect was one of the top sects in the Great Zhou Dynasty and an absolute behemoth. Tiangong Cave had only a few thousand disciples and could only support more than ten disciples. How could it compare with the Jiuyao Sect?

Hearing Yin Hong's comfort, Teng Lingchuan's expression brightened a little and he asked, "Then Xu Yunfan will die too?"

Yin Hong said casually, "Of course, we don't even need to do anything. That old ghost Hong will do it himself. What do you think he came over for? To fight me?"

Teng Lingchuan was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Could you give the spot for the first mountain entrance next year to Xu Yunfan? I want to fight him again."

(End of this chapter)