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"Let's go!"
In the blink of an eye, Ling Jian's figure had disappeared from the training grounds.
After returning from the training grounds, Ling Jian walked into his own training hall and then once again entered the tense training atmosphere.
Although his rate of improvement had increased rapidly recently, after a battle, Ling Jian could be considered to have completely controlled the cultivation of the Sixth Heavenly Layer. Now, another breakthrough wouldn't have much of an impact on him either.
Every time he broke through, it was only after a real fight would he be able to use the best testing method. Only then would he be able to completely stabilize his new realm.
Moreover, this time, if it wasn't for the fact that the third elder had been controlled by the Soul Summoning Pill, he wouldn't have been able to successfully display his power in one move.
Perhaps, in front of the core disciples, he could stand out and stand out from the rest. If he wanted to have a certain level of pressure in the Qing-Yun Sect, it would be rather difficult, not to mention roaming the world outside the sect.
Time passed by day by day as Ling Jian's martial arts progressed at a rapid pace. His muscles became more flexible and full of energy. His bones also became more meticulous and full of explosive strength.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Inside the training hall, Ling Jian was using the advanced version of Swimming Fish Movement Technique. Like a dragon emerging from the seas, he took a series of steps through the waves, continuously waving his palms, waving his fists, and unleashing every single move with an earth-shattering momentum, as though he was destroying the world.
"Flood Dragon Goes to Sea!"
"Divine Dragon Soaring Sky!"
"Shaolin Godly Fist!"
"Ethereal Palm!"
"Twelve Legs of Life!"
"..."
Gradually, Ling Jian's entire body began to sway from head to toe, as if he was really like a flood dragon within the ocean waves, causing great waves and great waves. In an instant, Ling Jian's entire body began to sway from head to toe, as if he was really like a flood dragon within the ocean waves, creating great waves and great waves.
Now that his strength had already reached such a level, in addition to his absolute speed, no matter what moves were made from all over his body, the strong wind that he brought along had already become solid. Even if he were to be hit by the strong wind, he would still receive heavy injuries.
After practicing palm techniques, fist techniques, and leg techniques for a few hours, Ling Jian's figure suddenly changed as he performed another body forging technique.
Back then, when he was at Shaolin Temple, in that world, this was the most basic method of cultivation.
"Octane Blast."
"Back Connecting Fist!"
"Mountain Bound Palm!"
"I can't hit him!"
"… …"
Inside the Cultivation Hall, Ling Jian's figure was like a raging bull in a storm. This time, he used his shoulder, waist, spine, and other organs to violently smash against the stone pillars in the hall. From there, he tempered his skin, muscles, and even bones, making them even more meticulous, tenacious, and full of strength.
Although the Flowing Light Sword Eyes Divine Art that Ling Jian cultivates, was accompanied by the body tempering sword aura, this kind of most clumsy body tempering technique could allow one to reach the most appropriate level of change to one's muscles and bones. Thus, it could increase the circulation of one's blood and qi, making the vitality of martial artists even more exuberant and completely different from the effects produced by the body tempering sword aura.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
With his current strength, he was like a Kui Cow of ancient times, filled with a power that could shake the heavens and earth. Even if there was an iron wall in front of him, it would still be destroyed in an instant.
Such barbaric, ruthless, frenzied fighting strength, if it were in the ancient world, then it would be hard for tens of thousands of soldiers to defeat such powerful generals. Such barbaric, ruthless, frenzied fighting strength, if it was in the ancient times, then it would be hard for tens of thousands of soldiers to withstand these fierce generals.
Under Ling Jian's violent impact, a shallow depression appeared on the bronze walls of the entire Cultivation Hall. The entire hall was tilting left and right, and on its surface, there were even countless cracks and cracks. The entire hall had turned ugly and unsightly, as if it had been blown away by the wind.
Roughly six hours later, Ling Jian finally stopped his Kui Cow's Barbarian Crash training and walked out from his cultivation. His sharp gaze glanced at the human silhouette that had appeared on the wall and he could faintly see Ling Jian's silhouette.
"Sigh. I didn't even do my best, and this collision nearly caused the entire hall to collapse. It looks like, cultivating in the sect is not enough! "
Immediately, he walked to the table and took out a towel, wiping off the sweat that was pouring down his face like rain. After this training, Ling Jian's entire body was covered with sweat, and every part of his body was covered with soreness and soreness. Fortunately, this kind of training method allowed Ling Jian to come in contact with and train even when he was at Shaolin Temple in his previous life.
In just a few breaths of time, the aching pain on Ling Jian's body had completely disappeared and was replaced by a new appearance. His muscles had become firmer and stronger, and his bones were filled with toughness.
Recalling the training he had gone through during this period, whether it was the worship of spiritual energy, the formation of a body tempering sword aura, or the external training of the Kui Cow's Berserker Art, he felt that it was not very convenient to train in the Qing-Yun Sect and be unable to achieve perfection, as there were constraints everywhere. Furthermore, his training methods, no matter if it was the Kui Cow's brute force training on the outside or the spiritual energy worship on the inside, were vastly different from those of the Qing-Yun Sect.
Right now, the cultivation hall that Ling Jian resided in was riddled with holes, walls and walls, and it felt like it was about to collapse at any moment. This could already be considered as shocking, and it was precisely because of this that Ling Jian felt that it was truly inconvenient.