Zheng Shiyi kept walking along the mountain road. When he passed the Martial Arts Pavilion, he saw many new disciples entering the Martial Arts Pavilion under the leadership of old disciples.
"I remember hearing from the elders in the family that every disciple who enters the Xuanming Sect has the opportunity to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion to read the secret books. Since you are passing by, why not go in and have a look..." Zheng Shiyi held his chin in his hands and thought secretly. Zheng Song would definitely look for it. If you are in trouble, you can't waste time. Choose the cheat book first.
The person guarding the Martial Arts Pavilion was a lazy old man, leaning on the door frame and squinting his eyes.
He didn't bother to pay attention to people who entered the martial arts pavilion. Only when people who took the skills and walked out passed by him, he would slightly open his eyes, take a look through the gaps in his eyes, and then close his eyes again.
From the introductions of old disciples from other families to new disciples, Zheng Shiyi knew that new disciples were only qualified to choose exercises on the first floor.
If you want to enter the second or third floor, it depends on your future performance.
Zheng Shiyi picked up a book of exercises, flipped through it, and then put it down.
There are many palm techniques, boxing techniques, claw techniques, hand techniques, kick techniques... there are many for Zheng Shiyi to choose from.
Among them, the "Vajra Palm", "Stone Fist", "Purple Light Claw", "Mountain Hand", and "Iron Whip Leg" are all particularly powerful, but Zheng Shiyi understands what he needs now.
With Zheng Song's character, he would not let him go easily.
If you want to take revenge, you have to save your own life first! Therefore, he must practice body skills that can save his life.
As he wandered through the bookshelves, he kept looking for such movements.
After passing one bookshelf after another, Zheng Shiyi didn't find any movement technique that could save his life.
"Is it possible that this kind of movement is only available on the second floor?"
After searching almost all the bookshelves, he couldn't help but turn his attention upstairs.
"Huh?" The moment he looked up, he suddenly saw a dusty book on the top of the bookshelf.
He walked to the bookshelf and reached out to take down the technique from it. He flicked the dust off and the three words "Eight Desolate Steps" appeared in front of him.
"'Eight Desolate Steps' Eight Desolate Steps!"
Zheng Shiyi was quickly attracted by the annotations above.
"The 'Bahuangbu' is a unique movement technique created by Xue Lao, a cultivating madman of the sect, who integrates the advantages of various movements into one body, combines the human body structure, and meditates on it. If you practice it to the extreme, you can kill any movement in an instant. It can save lives and kill people. The best way to move."
Seeing the last line of small words, Zheng Shiyi's eyes lit up, "What's the best way to save life and kill people? Isn't that what I need?"
Looking down is a description of the "Eight Desolate Steps" cultivation conditions.
It is clearly marked on it that not everyone can practice the "Eight Desolate Steps". It requires a super strong body and a large amount of healing medicine. Otherwise, practicing it will only be a waste of time.
It’s easy to get injured while practicing Bahuangbu! That was an explosion of power that was beyond the limits of the body's endurance! Anyone who practices cultivation will definitely get injured! Without expensive healing medicine, it would take a month to cultivate the body after an injury. It can be said that it is impossible to refine it.
Even its creator, Mr. Xue, cannot practice the "Eight Desolate Steps" to the point where it matches his realm.
Since then, in terms of body skills, he is obviously inferior to those in the same realm who practice other body skills.
"If you cultivate it well, it will be a good body skill. If you cultivate it poorly, it will be a rubbish body skill. No wonder no one practices it."
Zheng Shiyi had a slight realization. After ordinary people figured this out, they would naturally choose to give up.
"Zheng Yang beat me to many scars, but I was able to recover in the shortest time! My soul seed..." Zheng Shiyi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his breathing became rapid. "Although I don't have a lot of healing medicine. But my soul..." The new soul seed is more useful than the healing medicine!"
After Zheng Shiyi put it away, he strode toward the door without looking at the other techniques.
When passing by the lazy old man, the old man half-opened his eyes out of habit and used the slits in his eyes to scan the technique in Zheng Shiyi's hand.
After taking a look, he closed his eyes habitually and murmured: "As a new disciple, what good techniques can you pick out? 'Eight Desolate Steps' and..."
"'Eight Desolate Steps'?" When he repeated this, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Shiyi.
Zheng Shiyi smiled and nodded towards him.
Seeing that Zheng Shiyi was not as arrogant as a playboy, he reminded: "If you can't practice, just change it."
Zheng Shiyi bowed his head and thanked him: "Thank you, senior, for reminding me. Regardless of whether I can practice or not, I still want to give it a try."
The old man pointed at the bookshelf behind Zheng Shiyi and advised: "Since you are a new disciple and don't understand the rules, I will give you a chance. Once the skills in the martial arts pavilion are loaned out, they will not be allowed for one month. If you want to change it again, go and change it."
"No." Zheng Shiyi shook his head, thanked the old man, and stepped out of the Martial Arts Pavilion.
The old man shook his head and sighed, looking at the back of Zheng Shiyi who left without listening to his own advice, he said lightly to himself: "The introduction of this technique is very strong. But it must be practiced. No one in the sect has ever really practiced it. With this technique and so many healing medicines, wouldn’t it be better to use the medicines to improve your cultivation?”
After sighing, the old man squinted his eyes again.
Zheng Shiyi, who left the Martial Arts Pavilion, learned from the old disciples that new disciples were free before taking the new disciple assessment.
As long as they don't do anything that disrupts the order of the sect, the sect will not interfere with their lives.
The purpose of this sect is very clear, that is to give new disciples more time to practice in order to pass the new disciple entrance examination.
Other new disciples, with the help of their old disciples, were taken to the residence of the old disciples and practiced with them.
Zheng Shiyi came to a place where no one would disturb him and started practicing the "Eight Desolate Steps".
"Eight Desolate Steps" Eight Desolate Steps!
After cultivating it, every time it is used, others will only see afterimages, or nothing at all.
Of course, performing this kind of movement will consume a lot of energy on various organs of the body! In other words, it cannot be a consumption... but a loss!
Only with a super strong body and enough healing medicine in hand can the time of refining it be shortened. otherwise! It will take at least a hundred days to take the first step.
It can be said... Bahuangbu! To a certain extent, it was created by using a large amount of healing medicine! Rumor has it that even the family leader’s relatives cannot afford so many resources!
According to the above practice method, Zheng Shiyi spread his legs slightly, and his energy sank into his dantian. As his center of gravity dropped, the spiritual energy in his body rushed toward his legs like a boulder rolling down from the top of the mountain.
"Lift your legs and sprint!"
The legs that were swollen by the spiritual energy seemed to be about to explode. They drew an arc in the air uncontrollably, causing waves to fall.
Zheng Shiyi felt his eyes go dark and appeared dozens of meters away. When he opened his eyes, he had collapsed on the ground.
His legs were constantly trembling, his heart was beating as if it was about to fall out, and the churning blood kept rushing toward the top of his head, as if it was about to burst his head.
Headache, dizziness, weakness, palpitation, body trembling!
His body seemed to be drained dry, his face became paler and paler, and his legs were completely stained red with blood!
The explosive power of Bahuangbu... is too strong! Although Zheng Shiyi was well prepared, he was still frightened by this first practice. He simply spread his arms and lay down on the ground.
"Boom!"
The soul seed beats rhythmically, and as it beats, the spiritual liquid in the internal organs turns into streams of spiritual energy, which enters the cells along the cell walls.
Under the nourishment of spiritual energy, the shattered internal organs were gradually repaired. In a short while, the cracked scars healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When they were completely repaired, Zheng Shiyi's body returned to what it was before he took that step.
He stood up and recalled the heavy reaction of his body when he fell to the ground. He couldn't help but laugh: "As I thought, my body's recovery is enough to support me in practicing the 'Eight Desolate Steps'!"
He practiced the "Eight Desolate Steps" again according to the previous method.
I rushed out, my internal organs were broken, I fell to the ground, my martial soul beat, my body was repaired, and then I sprinted again, and I was injured again...
This goes back and forth, I don’t know how many times I have practiced.
On the fifth day, when Zheng Shiyi rushed out again, he did not collapse to the ground like before, but stood securely more than ten meters away.
His face was extremely pale, and his heart was beating extremely hard, but he no longer had the exhaustion, pain, and weakness he had before.
After a breath, his pale face turned rosy due to the beating of the soul seed, and his heartbeat returned to normal.
Feeling the changes in his body, he knew that the first step of his 'Eight Desolate Steps'... was completed!
"Do it again!" With this joy, Zheng Shiyi took another step.
"brush!"
Afterimages passed by, and he appeared more than ten meters away without a red face and a heartbeat!
"In just five days, I took the first step, and the 'Eight Desolate Steps' were indeed prepared for me!"
"Fortunately, this new martial soul has the ability to recover. Otherwise... with the few resources in my hand, I wouldn't be able to complete the first step in ten years, right?"
Looking at the fallen leaves that were being carried up behind him and still flying, he smiled and took a deep breath. If he could completely master the Eight Desolate Steps, he would be able to rotate around Zheng Tianyu at high speed in the future, and he would definitely be able to appear at his weakest point. He beats it!
"Next, let's practice the second step!"
Without stopping, Zheng Shiyi once again started the second step of practice according to the records in the technique.
"Swipe!"
"Bang!"
Afterimages continued to slide through the air, and then Zheng Shiyi fell heavily to the ground again and again.
After practicing so repeatedly, the blood spurted out from his injuries actually dyed the entire open space blood red.
"You must continue to practice!" Zheng Shiyi got up from the ground. His current cultivation level is far inferior to Zheng Song. If he does not improve his body skills in the shortest possible time, Zheng Song will probably be poisoned by him when he comes to cause trouble!
practice! practice! practice!
He would take two bites of steamed buns when he was hungry, and then continue practicing after he was full. Anyway, the beating of the soul seed could repair his body in the shortest time.
Therefore, Zheng Shiyi can practice without stopping except for eating throughout the day.
Another seven days later, Zheng Shiyi successfully took the second step!
Compared with before, when Zheng Shiyi took the second step, his movement speed had reached the point where even the afterimage could not be seen.
Fast, so fast!
"Not enough! Two steps are still too few!" Zheng Shiyi rolled his neck and relaxed a little, then continued to devote himself to the practice of taking the third step.
"Swipe!"
In the blood-red open space, there was a constant sound of breaking wind, and a figure suddenly appeared dozens of meters away. Only then did he see Luo Zheng rising slowly behind him.
His figure flashed and disappeared again.
On a tree more than ten meters high, a female eagle was coiled in her nest. She looked motionless as she ran back and forth in the open space. When she saw the figure disappearing, she stretched out her neck and prepared to look for it. The disappearing figure.
But it accidentally touched the young eagle in the nest, and the young eagle rolled down from the nest.
"Chirp!"
The female eagle spreads her wings and prepares to rush down.
At this time, the disappearing figure suddenly appeared where the young eagle had just rolled down, grabbed it, and put it back into the nest.
"Watch your little cub!"
Such words came to the ears of the female eagle, and the figure appeared in the clearing where he disappeared.
This figure is none other than Zheng Shiyi who has been practicing the "Eight Desolate Steps" day and night.
Now he can take the third step.