Chapter 80 Continuous Breakthrough
In the blood and energy, Wang Yao felt as if there were tiny tentacles trying to grab the blood from his body, causing unbearable itching.
"Hehehe." Zuo Xiuming's face was pale due to the large amount of blood and energy, but he laughed happily and creepily.
This is his secret weapon. Anyone who is enveloped by his blood will have their blood drained. Most people's skin will feel itchy when his blood touches it. Slowly, they will not be able to resist scratching their skin to let their blood flow out, and only then will they feel comfortable.
But when Wang Yao felt the itch, he just smiled strangely. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted?
The second level of his Xiantian Qigong is to control the power of Qi and blood, and blood is also a part of Qi and blood.
If you dare to make the blood three-dimensional, then don’t go back.
Wang Yao silently practiced his skills, stretched out his hand and released a stream of internal energy, and Zuo Xiuming's blood immediately became extremely docile, without any abnormality.
Collect it for me, Wang Yao thought, and turned his right hand wrapped in internal energy towards the blood energy that enveloped his whole body.
The blood and energy immediately obediently turned into a small vortex, and slowly all the blood and energy condensed into dark red blood, forming a ball that hovered on Wang Yao's palm.
Zuo Xiuming was stunned and activated his blood-sucking skills to control his blood to come back.
But the evil martial art of blood-sucking is no match for Wang Yao's innate Qigong, and his blood is out of control.
"Want it?" Wang Yao looked at Zuo Xiuming, who was pale, jokingly.
Zuo Xiuming nodded repeatedly. He didn't know that he had been fooled. Jiu was a monster.
"Wishful thinking!" Wang Yao shouted angrily.
A stream of fire energy surged out from the right palm, and the vigorous heat evaporated the blood ball and dissipated into the air.
The moment the blood cell evaporated, Zuo Xiuming felt as if he had suffered a severe blow. He groaned, his body unable to stand and he fell to his knees.
Wang Yao cut the Gordian knot, leaped lightly in front of Zuo Xiuming, and was about to punch him on the head.
"Grandpa Bian, please spare my life! It's all because of the Juling Pavilion. They threatened my family and asked me to kill you!" At the critical moment of life and death, Zuo Xiuming didn't care about the injuries in his body, and made up lies to beg for mercy.
Now he only hoped that Wang Yao didn't recognize him, didn't know that he was the notorious blood villain Zuo Xiuming, and didn't know that his entire family was long gone.
Wang Yao's fist paused only slightly before hitting Zuo Xiuming's head, who had no power to resist, and a dent appeared on it.
Zuo Xiuming opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe that Wang Yao was so ruthless. He died with his eyes open. He didn't even take off his veil and killed him without even recognizing him.
Wang Yao naturally would not be indecisive in the face of the enemy. What does it have to do with him that your family is threatened? Is he just going to wash his neck and wait for you to kill him?
After wiping off the blood, Wang Yao walked out of the abandoned courtyard with an expressionless face and closed the door.
This street is sparsely populated, and it is unknown when Zuo Xiuming will be discovered dead here. By then, he may have become a dried corpse.
When they returned to the martial arts hall, no one was alarmed. Of course, Wang Yao deliberately did not tell them this to avoid alerting the enemy.
On the bed, Wang Yao meditated and adjusted his breathing, adapting to the enormous amount of energy and blood in his body, while also thinking about what to do next.
I’ve reached the second level of martial arts, and it’s almost there. The third level doesn’t require much effort on the internal organs, only the muscles and bones will take some time.
Xiantian Yi Qigong records methods for training muscles and bones. Use the power of Qi and blood to train muscles and bones. When the second level is perfected, it is time to break through the second level.
Alas, I thought that breaking through the third level would be a piece of cake, but I didn’t expect that only the third level of the exercises recorded the cultivation of the internal organs realm.
Wang Yao was somewhat helpless as to whether it was necessary to have four or five levels of skills to reach the Grandmaster level.
I was so focused on practicing before that I didn't read the second level's exercises carefully, and there weren't any annotations from any of the ancestors on the second level.
system!
"Ding, do you want to consume 2 origin points to break through the second level of Xiantian Yi Qigong?"
"yes!"
From entry to perfection, Wang Yao consumed a total of 9 origin points. Although he was heartbroken, there was nothing he could do about it.
Because the training of muscles and bones is a slow process, Wang Yao does not have that much patience. Besides, the sooner he becomes stronger, the sooner he can enter the Xuan List.
As the system began to exert its mysterious effects, Wang Yao's body began to crackle and pop.
The blood full of vitality was constantly impacting the muscles and bones throughout his body, first the fascia attached to the joints, then the veins through which the qi circulated throughout the body, and finally the bones.
Burning and painful, this is how Wang Yao felt at the moment, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead.
Is this the legendary Yijing marrow cleansing? Why is it so painful? Wang Yao doesn't understand, but he can only grit his teeth and bear it.
Time passed slowly, but Wang Yao felt that each day was a year. Many of his bones could not withstand the impact of blood and began to break.
Wang Yao was in tears. He had not expected that the consequence of being promoted directly without any effort on his part would be so painful.
There's nothing he can do about it, it's because he hasn't polished himself. The three levels of martial arts are a process of complete transformation, and even the most talented martial artist needs some time to hone himself.
Although the system is mysterious, it cannot block his sense of pain. It only speeds up the process of advancement. It may take others several years to break through, but it may only take him one hour.
Wang Yao didn’t know if it was because of his innate Qigong, but he felt that this improvement took an exceptionally long time, and even the sky outside was getting brighter.
Slowly his blood stopped being hot, the force of the impact gradually subsided, and his bones broke and healed one after another.
"ah!"
Wang Yao let out an earth-shaking roar, and his body finally regained its calm.
A layer of pitch-black mud adhered to Wang Yao's body. He scraped off a little, smelled it, and it had an extremely terrible stench.
A vitality stronger than the one he had when he broke through the blood exchange realm before surged from all parts of his body. He now even felt that he could kill a tiger with one punch.
At this time, I also understood that the three levels of martial arts are a qualitative change of life, and each level can greatly enhance vitality.
But he felt that such a huge vitality was a bit outrageous, even stronger than the innate vitality in the Tianyuan world.
It was a strange feeling, but Wang Yao couldn't tell what was wrong.
But he let the matter go in an instant. After all, it is an improvement in strength, right? The evolution of life is a good thing, right?
This full-body I Ching marrow cleansing allowed him to repair many minor injuries left over from his childhood, including those to the bones, which had not been detected by the Wood Element Qi before.
Wang Yao shook his head. He finally understood why the poor could not learn martial arts.
If you practice on your own since childhood, without the guidance of a famous teacher, medication, or abundant resources, it will be difficult to pass the three levels of martial arts even if you succeed.
With the help of the system, Wang Yao repaired his body for a long time, let alone other "poor" warriors.
"Knock knock." There was an urgent knock on Wang Yao's room door.
"Xiaojiu, are you okay?"
"Bian Jiu? Open the door!"
It turned out that Wen Bingdie and Zhang Yun heard the maid report that there were painful screams coming from his room.
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