Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 169 Racing
Zhou Leng walked under the giant frost tree and began to practice.

First practice the Dielang Palm, then practice the Feiyun Leg, and then practice various grappling and joint techniques.

After practicing, eat the freshly cooked meat medicinal meal.

Zhou Leng was about to enter the Gate of Purgatory to practice, but when he saw that Da Huang had not returned yet, he picked up the sealed stainless steel bucket next to the water tank, put it in the magic bag, and walked towards Mammoth Lake.

Ever since I drank the water from Mammoth Lakes, all other water tastes bitter.

There were several bottles of Mammoth Lake water in the magic bag, which he drank when he was outside, and at noon, he drank it with Xu Qingjin.

Walking out of the forest and seeing the snow-capped peaks and blue lake, Zhou Leng felt enlightened.

Xiao Ba was lying by the lake, and Da Huang was lying on top of Xiao Ba's head, with their two tails gently swinging.

The dog and the elephant seem to be in a painting, peaceful and leisurely.

As they got closer, the painting began to shake. The two beasts turned around, took a look, and pounced over excitedly.

Zhou Leng picked up Da Huang, and then dodged as usual, avoiding Xiao Ba.

Xiao Ba turned around and swung his nose in grievance, then rolled around at Zhou Leng's feet, asking for a hug.

Zhou Leng sat on Xiao Ba, and it was extremely happy.

Zhou Leng played with the two animals for a while, then went to fetch water.

After fetching water, he called Dahuang back and said goodbye to Xiaoba.

But Xiao Ba tilted his head and stared at Zhou Leng, following behind.

"Go back." Zhou Leng said goodbye again.

Xiao Ba took two steps, suddenly stuck out his nose, sniffed, and then tied up Zhou Leng.

Xiao Ba often plays like this. Zhou Leng uses all his internal energy to push his arms outward with all his strength.

Now, even if Zhou Leng encounters an ordinary person in the late stage of body refining, he may not lose in a fight.

But Xiaoba's nose didn't move at all.

Xiao Ba snorted twice, loosened his nose, shook his head, flapped his big ears, and turned away.

The little tail behind the butt flaps back and forth.

Back under the giant frost tree, Zhou Leng calculated the time and arranged his training plan.

First practice "Ten Beast Fists".

Last time, after the blood circulation period, I could only practice the fourth form of the Standing Elephant chapter for 17 cycles.

The first form, the second form, the third form, the fourth form, the fifth form...

He persisted until the fifth form, 35 cycles, and was just one step away from completing it, but finally he couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground.

Every time I practice the "Ten Beast Fists" to my limit, it feels the same as the first time I practiced it.

It seemed as if all the strength in the body had been squeezed out, leaving no energy left.

Zhou Leng sat lazily against the tree trunk, picked up the magic watch, compared it with the three-dimensional divine text on it, and read it aloud.

Over and over again, after an unknown amount of time, Zhou Leng felt his brain was drained and stopped.

I discovered during my practice a few days ago that when sound, consciousness and text are combined, the divine texts in the brain will all rotate together, forming an imperceptible force that makes the brain feel more tired.

At the beginning, it was just to learn twenty basic divine texts.

But after studying for a few days, I felt that my brain was clearer, my will to martial arts was stronger, and even my understanding of martial arts seemed to have increased a little bit.

It seems to make people smarter.

Zhou Leng checked the information.

Previous scientific research has shown that learning different languages causes changes in the corresponding neurons in the brain.

Later, theologians and magicians studied and found that the brains of those who learned the divine language changed more dramatically than those of those who spoke any language.

A long-term follow-up study has proven that the divine text can indeed enhance certain people, but is useless or even a burden to others.

After resting for a while, Zhou Leng entered the gate of purgatory.

The Ten Unfavorable Beast Fists, the Recitation of Divine Texts, and the Gate of Purgatory have become the three major items for cultivation now.

After finishing the practice, Zhou Leng glanced at Da Huang and then at the golden page.

Why is there no new gold page?

but……

Zhou Leng grabbed Dahuang's front legs and pulled it in front of him, observing it carefully while touching its muscles.

"You've grown bigger and are stronger than a wolf." Zhou Leng said.

Dahuang grinned and stuck out his tongue, laughing, looking silly.

"Your fur is shinier, and your claws are obviously stronger. You must have followed Xiao Ba to eat delicious food, right?"

Dahuang smiled and nodded.

"Can you beat a wild boar now?"

Da Huang curled his lips, snorted, then patted the air with his right paw, as if he was going to kill it casually.

"Come on, let's run a race."

“Ha…ha…” Dahuang opened his mouth and nodded repeatedly.

"Get ready...run!"

Zhou Leng picked up the magic watch to measure the time and speed, gathered all his inner energy, and directly used the light skill of Flying Crane.

He pushed the ground hard with his right foot, creating a strong wind that blew down the white grass, and the whole person shot out like a sharp arrow.

When he ran to the end of the white grassland and reached the edge of the forest, he looked back and found that Dahuang had run nearly halfway.

"This speed..."

Zhou Leng immediately looked at the magic watch and calculated his speed.

I tested it before I went to the dwarf world last time.

39 meters per second, 140 kilometers per hour.

Now, the speed is 54 meters per second, and the speed is as high as 194 kilometers per hour.

In one second, you can travel 54 meters.

A hundred meters away, less than two seconds. Zhou Leng simply estimated Da Huang's speed, about 25 meters per second, reaching 90 kilometers per hour.

The fastest greyhound usually runs at around 72 kilometers per hour.

Dahuang ran closer, breathing heavily, laughing, and enjoying the run very much.

Zhou Leng rubbed Da Huang's head and said with a smile: "In a few months, you will be able to outrun the cheetah."

Dahuang didn't know what a cheetah was, but he nodded vigorously with a smile on his face.

"When I advance to the Xiantian stage, we will explore the world of fierce beasts with Xiao Ba and find more delicious food."

Dahuang nodded vigorously.

Walking back to the tree, Zhou Leng stood up and practiced Feiyun Leg.

Dahuang watched with his tongue hanging down, and from time to time he tried to kick his legs a few times as if he had a cramp.

Under the cover of night, the lights at Changrong Development Company were bright, and the monster slaughtering workshop was bustling with people.

Deep underground in the company, on the wall of an office, there was a painting of a huge blood-red tree.

Countless blood-red stars hang above the big tree, and at the root of the tree are flesh and blood roots that look like octopus tentacles.

The symbol of the Murloc Cult, the Blood Tree of Stars.

A shriveled corpse was hanging upside down in front of the Blood Tree of Stars.

That corpse was the "Devil God Descended to the World" mentioned in the texts of the Fishman Cult.

In front of the Blood Tree of Stars, there were four men in black robes sitting.

Their faces were covered by hoods, and the flesh and blood roots on their chins protruded and moved slightly.

"Is the information accurate?"

"Very accurate, but Zhou Leng's reputation is not as good as Shan Heyuan's, and he is also poisoned by the light, so his innate ability is hopeless, so not many people discuss him."

“It’s probably because the military doesn’t want it to spread.”

"Zhou Leng... After he passed the Heavenly Stage, I knew that he seemed to be one of the leaders and had caused a disturbance in the hospital. However, since he was a useless man, I gave up on assassinating him. I didn't expect that he would become so powerful."

"A person who can get through the camp in one day, even if he is weak, has the potential to be a first-class human being."

"It would be better to kill by mistake than let go."

"But we are a little short of manpower now. Some of them were swept up by the Wuwei Bureau before, and the other part has to go to support the sea monster..."

"The Siren is about to take action again?"

"That bloodthirsty half-blooded siren prince, in order to be canonized, sent sirens to fight everywhere and looked for opportunities to challenge human masters to hone his martial arts. Not to mention opposition, even if he didn't actively agree, he would kill them with one palm. Several of our contact persons have died at his hands."

"Alas, the blood of violence lives up to its name."

"It wasn't easy for him, actually. He was a half-sea monster, but he couldn't practice the magic of the sea monsters, and was bullied by the sea monsters. Who would have known that he had amazing talent in human martial arts, and he learned the right skills and soared all the way."

"If nothing unexpected happens, he will be promoted to Martial Saint within a year, and he will also be the first mixed-blood Martial Saint in the Ten Realms."

"I heard that some demigods of the Siren Clan are suppressing him in secret. Once he is promoted to Martial Saint, it will be bad luck for the human race and the Siren Clan as well."

"He can't be suppressed. He is bloodthirsty but also extremely smart. He is on good terms with many sea monster demigods and even the Demon Prison Lords. With the support of the Demon Prison Lords, the demigods of the sea monster clan can't do anything to him."

"Then let's put Zhou Leng on hold for now and focus on catering to the blood of tyranny..."

The next morning, after breakfast, Zhou Leng received an order from Deng Zhijue and went to the back door of Ruda.

Parked at the back door was an ordinary-looking beige van.

There were several people in camouflage uniforms standing in front of the car, including instructor Deng Zhijue and an old friend.

Rao Mingxian.

"Zhou Leng!" Rao Mingxian greeted with a smile.

"You're here too?" Zhou Leng asked.

Rao Mingxian said: "In order to get a few more places on the freshman list, we must try our best."

"You are now ranked 19th on the Rucheng New Student List." Zhou Leng said.

"My foundation is not good enough, I am just bloated. I... huh? You have advanced to the physical training stage? Don't you even post a circle of friends to show off?"

Rao Mingxian rushed over and looked at Zhou Leng carefully.

After Zhou Leng came back from the dwarf world, he devoted himself to cultivation and had little contact with students other than his class.

Deng Zhijue smiled and was about to say that Zhou Leng had not only advanced in body refining, but could even cross the camp in one day, but he was told to discuss it as little as possible, so he didn't say it.

Rao Mingxian widened his eyes and reached out to touch the biceps on Zhou Leng's upper arm.

"Hiss...it feels wrong. Touch mine." Rao Mingxian was shocked.

Zhou Leng reached out and touched Rao Mingxian's upper arm muscles, then touched his own.

It feels completely different.

My muscles are extremely strong, and have a faint metallic hardness feel.

Rao Mingxian's muscles have no such feeling at all. They are also hard, but more like wood.

"Really? Let me touch it." Deng Zhijue walked forward, placed his hands on the upper arms of both of them, and then touched his own.

"It's indeed different." Deng Zhijue looked at Zhou Leng seriously.

Rao Mingxian sighed and said, "You have gained a lot in the dwarf world. Next time you have such a good thing, don't forget me. I will sell everything I have to follow you."

Zhou Leng said: "I have said this before, but since you are not interested, I did not mention it."

Rao Mingxian said helplessly: "With my limited level of skills, how can I dare to go to another world? But now that my body refining realm has been consolidated, and I even have the phantom of the Mountain of Will, I can give it a try."

"Huh?" Zhou Leng and Deng Zhijue stared at Rao Mingxian.

"You already have the Mountain of Will form?" Deng Zhijue was extremely surprised. He was in the late stage of Shengli, and although he was not a veteran, he was also considered a little genius.

Unfortunately, his awareness of combat is biased towards his character, and his will to martial arts is relatively weak, so he has not yet been able to condense the virtual image of the Mountain of Will.

"The transparent mountain of will is far from being solid." said Rao Mingxian.

"It takes a lot of accumulation to make a breakthrough." Zhou Leng nodded. He never expected that this classmate who had lived under the shadow of Principal Rao since childhood could gather a mountain of will so quickly.

Looking at Rao Mingxian carefully, his temperament is indeed different from before.

In the past, he was more or less hunched over, but now he stands straight with his chest out, and he looks noticeably more confident.

(End of this chapter)