Gou Zai Xianwu Chaos World, Physical Sainthood

"This is insane, absolutely insane!"

Everyone in the square was stunned by Lu Cheng's actions.

The shock I felt was indescribable.

They had only heard of people taking blood-activating powder to achieve maximum effect.

But I've never seen it before.

Not to mention swallowing two doses at once like Lu Cheng.

"He...he wouldn't have already reached the initial stage, would he?"

Some people suspect that Lu Cheng's ferocity must be due to the fact that he has already achieved a minor level of mastery in internal energy cultivation.

Hearing the discussion, everyone turned their attention to the four senior disciples who had already reached the initial stage of Qi Refining.

Even they stood there, frozen in place.

Clearly, even they found Lu Cheng's actions unbelievable.

After realizing what had happened, the four of them shook their heads repeatedly.

The eldest disciple frowned and said:

"Early stage of Qi Refining? No, absolutely impossible."

"You should know that only those with the qualifications of 'Peerless Tycoon' or above can possess the characteristics of 'Hundred Days Foundation Building'."

"In other words, even for Du Ruo, it would take three months to reach the peak of Qi Refining."

"In just twelve days, they've probably only just begun to generate their strength."

"As for Lu Cheng, he's just a flawed 'outstanding talent,' how could he possibly be faster than Du Ruo?"

Upon hearing this, the others all nodded in agreement.

"Exactly, how can someone reach the initial stage of Qi Refining in just twelve days?"

"Even if he had reached the early stage of Qi Refining, he couldn't possibly consume two doses of Blood Activating Powder at once."

He sighed and shook his head as he spoke:

"Lu Cheng has probably lost his mind because of the competition."

The chubby boy and his friends looked at Lu Cheng with worried expressions, seeing that Lu Cheng's body was still trembling and steaming hot.

Finally unable to hold back any longer, he shouted, "I'm going to find the Third Chief Escort!" and rushed towards the inner courtyard.

Only Zhuang Xing pretended not to notice Lu Cheng's actions.

But everyone had already gathered around, and it would be too embarrassing to pretend I didn't know.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Xing was suddenly startled:

"Why would I pretend I don't know? Isn't that just running away from the issue?"

Turning to look at Lu Cheng in the crowd, I saw that he was trembling and looking pained.

But the stance training continued without stopping.

Not only did he not stop, but his every move remained perfectly standard.

"The path of martial arts is to contend with heaven, fight against earth, and seize from man."

"I wouldn't even dare take blood-activating powder, let alone talk about fighting for it. Isn't that ridiculous?"

As she spoke, she slowly walked towards Lu Cheng, taking out a dose of blood-activating powder from her bosom as she went.

He squeezed into the crowd and stood facing Lu Cheng from about ten feet away.

Slowly tear open the paper package:

"Lu Cheng, I admit your resolve in martial arts is unwavering, but how could I, Zhuang Xing, concede defeat!"

After saying that, he poured the powder into his mouth.

"boom!"

A strong, intense heat quickly spread through the air.

Sweat instantly soaked through Zhuang Xing's clothes.

His eyes could no longer see anything; all that remained was a blood-red expanse.

His chest felt like it was about to burst, and an uncontrollable stench of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

But Zhuang Xing was not afraid at all, and began to practice his stance training while his whole body trembled.

The six stance exercises were practiced repeatedly, gradually becoming faster and faster.

Gradually, a force I had never experienced before came from my feet and quickly rose up my thighs.

But when it reached his waist, something seemed to be blocking him, and he couldn't take another step.

"Hahaha, Lu Cheng, I'm here too! Martial arts are never lonely, my path is never lonely!"

Those around Zhuang Xing were so frightened by his appearance that they took several steps back, saying in great fear:

"It's over, it's over, Zhuang Xing has gone mad too."

Just then, a low shout came from afar:

"Get out of the way!"

Before the words were finished, a surge of energy pushed the dozen or so disciples aside from the outside.

A gray figure quickly arrived in the middle of the crowd; it was Feng Zhan.

After getting a clear look at the situation, Feng Zhan cursed "idiot" under his breath and quickly pointed a finger at the back of Zhuang Xing's neck.

Zhuang Xing suddenly froze, then stood motionless.

Feng Zhan's fingers did not leave, and his other hand quickly placed on Zhuang Xing's back.

The force of his arms penetrated through Zhuang Xing's body, calming the chaotic and violent qi and blood within him.

After a full cup of tea, Zhuang Xingcai coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Then his body went limp, and Feng Zhan helped him up by the back, handing him over to a disciple standing nearby.

"Help him back to rest and take good care of him."

After saying that, he turned to look at Lu Cheng, his brows furrowed.

At this moment, Lu Cheng couldn't hear the sounds around him at all.

I had no idea that so many things were happening outside.

My blood was coursing through my body like a tsunami.

It felt as if a giant drum had been inserted into my mind, roaring deafeningly with each heartbeat.

The medicine's effects were like red-hot iron chains, binding my muscles and internal organs, tightening continuously.

The sweat was evaporated by the heat as soon as it appeared, and the clothes clung to the body, both wet and hot.

Even in my mouth, there was a hint of sweetness and a metallic taste.

All of this indicates that the body's vital energy and strength are about to collapse.

Taking two doses of the blood-activating powder together is still too strong.

But it's not unbearable.

Lu Cheng kept practicing the first nine forms of the Xuan Ying stance.

Once, twice, three times.

He didn't adhere to the order of the moves, but instead focused on mobilizing his strength to resist the violent effects of the medicine.

Under intense pain, Lu Cheng clenched his teeth, his mouth making a cracking sound, as if it would shatter at any moment.

The fishy smell in my mouth grew stronger and stronger.

Finally, a trickle of crimson blood uncontrollably flowed from the corner of his mouth.

It had only just slid down his chin, before it even reached his neck, when it was evaporated by the astonishing heat emanating from his body.

"Third Chief, hurry up and make a move! Lu Cheng is spitting blood!"

The chubby boy cried out nervously.

Feng Zhan waved his hand:

"No rush, let's see. This kid can hold on for now."

"Although such actions are dangerous, they are far more effective than other gentler methods."

"Being able to persevere a little longer will bring unimaginable benefits."

Despite saying this, Feng Zhan still stared intently at Lu Cheng, his right hand hanging at his side always pointing with his sword.

As soon as Lu Cheng shows the slightest sign of trouble, they can act swiftly.

At this moment, although the medicinal power in Lu Cheng's body was still violent, it was beginning to develop in a direction that could be controlled.

His strength was constantly being broken and scattered, only to be repeatedly gathered back together by Lu Cheng.

And each reunion is more resilient than the last.

I don't know how much time passed, nor how many times I practiced the stance training.

Lu Cheng gradually felt his body temperature begin to drop, and his mind regained a sliver of clarity.

The violent medicinal power no longer surged wildly, but instead flowed along the opened meridians into the limbs and internal organs.

The burning pain turned into warmth, and the warmth gradually turned into coolness.

What was originally destructive has been transformed into nurturing.

Lu Cheng suddenly opened his eyes.

Although his eyes were still bloodshot, his gaze was incredibly clear.

Without pausing his stance training, he thanked Feng Zhan.

"Thank you for your protection, Third Escort."

Just now, when Feng Zhan was speaking, he had begun to regain his senses and realized that Feng Zhan had been watching over him the whole time.

Feng Zhan waved his hand and snorted coldly:

"You're courting death! Beat him fifty times before you stop."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Before the figure disappeared, another sentence rang out:

"Come see me after you're done fighting."

After saying "Yes," Lu Cheng closed his eyes again, focusing his mind.

However, at this point, it was already extremely relaxing.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the black figure representing the Xuan Ying Zhuang Gong (Mysterious Eagle Stance Technique) kept growing larger and smaller.

The movements during the drill were sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

When it's fast, only a double image remains.

When it slows down, it resembles a sculpture.

It took a long time for things to return to normal.

【The Twelve Forms of the Black Eagle Stance】

[Grade: Low-grade human grade]

[Realm Level: Minor Success (58/300)]

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