I have a magic pot

"Oh...why do you say that?" Han Feng asked in surprise.

Yuan Xiaobiao responded.

"Boss, you don't know that if a junior disciple of the academy wants to be promoted to an intermediate disciple, they need to meet three criteria.

First, in the junior disciple trial competition, the team must be among the top ten in the trial competition.

Second, you need to reach the Chen level cultivation base.

Third, one of the three-star missions in Shenglin Temple must be completed. "

"Only when all three conditions are met can one be promoted to an intermediate disciple.

Fortunately, the latter two, although difficult, are not very competitive.

However, the competition in the Junior Disciple Trial Competition is very fierce. It is said that there will be casualties every year! "

After speaking, Yuan Xiaobiao thought for a while and said.

"By the way, this year's junior disciple trial seems to be coming soon."

Han Feng nodded thoughtfully, and didn't delve into it further.

After sending Wu Yufeng back to the girls' dormitory, Han Feng said to Qin Yan and Yuan Xiaobiao.

"Go back first, I have something else to do."

Without thinking too much, the two went back to the dormitory.

But Han Feng went straight to the back mountain, and now he has to go to Dugu Nianxue's backyard to practice guns every day.

With the token given by Dugu Nianxue, Han Feng entered the back mountain unimpeded.

When they came to the cave, Dugu Nianxue was not in the cave, and two maids welcomed Han Feng in and brought him to the backyard.

Han Feng came directly to the waterfall and looked at the flowing waterfall. Han Feng didn't think how difficult it would be to practice spears under the waterfall.

Immediately after taking off his shoes and shirt, he jumped directly to the bottom of the waterfall, on top of a huge boulder.

Before he could take out the Overlord Spear in the future, Han Feng felt that the seemingly innocuous waterfall and water bombarded his body, which was extremely heavy and exerted continuous pressure.

Han Feng immediately exerted strength with both feet, trying to prop himself up under the waterfall.

However, the boulders under the feet have been scoured by the waterfall for many years, and the surface has already become extremely smooth.

As soon as Han Feng exerted his strength, his foot slipped, his body lost his balance instantly, and he was washed into the lake by the waterfall.

Fortunately, Han Feng can swim, so he quickly swam to the waterfall, followed the rocks, and climbed up the boulder again.

However, before he could stand firmly on his feet, he was washed down the boulder again.

After repeating this back and forth seven or eight times, Han Feng was unable to stand firmly on the boulder.

If you want to practice the basic thirteen postures under the waterfall, it is by no means a simple matter.

However, Han Feng is also a very resilient person, so he doesn't believe in this evil.

Falling into the water again and again, climbing boulders again and again.

This was repeated at least a hundred times, so that in the cave, many maids were watching curiously from a distance, chattering non-stop.

And Han Feng finally stabilized his figure on the boulder after more than a hundred attempts.

At this moment, he already had experience. In addition to trying his best to stabilize his foot plate, he also adjusted his center of gravity along the impact of the waterfall, resisting the pressure of the waterfall, and gradually stood still.

After doing all this, Han Feng took out the Overlord Spear from the storage ring with a thought, and was about to perform his moves.

But with the Overlord Spear in hand, Han Feng's focus suddenly changed.

Under the impact of the waterfall, he was immediately sent back into the water mercilessly.

Because the Overlord Spear was too heavy, Han Feng was taken directly into the water.

One was unprepared, and was choked up several times, which made the maids watching the fun not far away cover their mouths and smile for a while.

Han Feng refused to admit defeat, and continued to try again.

Seeing the three poles from the rising sun to the westward slanting of the sun, Han Feng had fallen off the huge boulder countless times, and his physical strength was exhausted.

But he still refused to give up, and tried hundreds of times. Finally, he held a gun and stood trembling on the boulder.

But he barely used a basic pose with a gun, and he fell off the boulder again.

Rao is Han Feng's amazing physical strength, so he constantly bears the powerful impact of the waterfall, falling and getting up again and again.

At this moment, he is already exhausted, his physical body has almost reached the limit of endurance.

However, Han Feng still refused to give up.

When he braced himself up and was about to continue climbing up the boulder, a cold voice came from the bank of the water.

"It's too late, let's stop here today."

Han Feng turned his head to look in the water, but it was Dugu Nianxue in a white shirt, standing by the lake, the people and the scenery blended together.

Han Feng wanted to persevere, but he was too exhausted and could only stop.

Looking at Han Feng who struggled to climb out of the water, Dugu Nianxue said indifferently.

"It is not a one-time achievement to lay the foundation of gun art well.

You have exhausted your physical strength so much, I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue practicing tomorrow, so wait until you recover in two days before coming back. "

Han Feng didn't say much, he saluted Dugu Nianxue, and left with his tired body.

……

That night, back to the dormitory.

Han Feng collapsed on the bed, rested for a moment, and decisively entered the pot.

Today's physical exhaustion is huge, Han Feng's whole body is sore, his muscles are trembling slightly, and he can't continue to practice at all.

He came to the territory of the pot, in front of the pool formed by the life spirit liquid, took two sips with his hands and drank it, a clear stream spread all over his body immediately, making Han Feng feel much better immediately.

However, the speed of recovery was still not fast enough, so Han Feng simply took off his clothes and jumped into the pool.

His whole body was soaked in the spiritual liquid of life, Han Feng only felt the pores all over his body dilate instantly, as if countless clear streams poured in from the acupoints all over his body, and every cell in his body seemed to be jumping for joy.

For a while, Han Feng's overdrawn body was recovering rapidly...

It took only half an hour, and he had already recovered!

Han Feng was overwhelmed with surprise in his heart, and didn't hesitate immediately.

Leaped out of the pool and began to practice the basic thirteen postures again.

The so-called dripping water wears away rocks, Han Feng believed that as long as he practiced endlessly, he would definitely be able to achieve results!

Chapter 4 and One "The Boy Who Picks Shit"

In the early morning of the next day, Han Feng went to the spiritual pressure room to practice as usual.

Now that I have more than 200 merit points, I can finally practice normally for a period of time.

He practiced in the spiritual pressure room in the morning, and immediately rushed to the back mountain in the afternoon, went to the waterfall and started practicing spears.

Even if you can stay on the boulder for a few breaths at most each time and perform a few marksmanship, you will be washed down by the waterfall.

Han Feng still tirelessly climbed up the boulder again, waving the spear in his hand.

In this way, it will be more than half a month, no matter it is windy or rainy, it will be like this every day without interruption.

As time went by, he stayed on the boulder for longer and longer, and he could use more and more moves!

……

In the afternoon of this day, Han Feng once again jumped onto the smooth boulder.

Resisting the turbulent waterfall with his back, his body is rooted in place like a green pine.

But seeing him holding the Stormrage Overlord Spear, with firm eyes, the spear withstood the impact of the water waves, sometimes swiping, sometimes sprinting, and sometimes slashing in the waves...!

Each move seems simple, but to resist the impact of the waterfall and execute the moves perfectly, it is necessary to achieve absolute and precise control of power.

There are even strict requirements for the control of the muscles and bones of the body and every inch of muscle!

Han Feng performed the basic thirteen postures all the way, and when he performed the last posture, he raised his spear and shook the "gun flower".

Finally, his body shook, his feet slid a little, and he was directly washed down by the waterfall.

When Han Feng fell into the water, the long spear swept across, and the body of the gun slapped the water surface, creating a wave of water.

Taking advantage of his figure, he made a vertical leap, jumped onto the huge boulder, and continued to practice the basic thirteen poses.

He practiced like this until dusk. Although Han Feng couldn't do what he wanted, he could barely use the thirteen-style marksmanship under the waterfall all at once.

Today, Han Feng's cultivation process was watched by Dugu Nianxue who was standing at the back door of the cave.

She couldn't help but nodded slightly, and said to herself.

"After only half a month of cultivation, it is equivalent to the foundation of ordinary people who have spent years of hard work. Is this kid really a spear wizard?

It's a pity that his cultivation base is too weak, otherwise after three years..."

Somehow, Dugu Nianxue's wonderful face revealed a trace of complicated melancholy.

……

At dusk, Han Feng tidied up a little and was about to leave the back mountain again.

When he entered the cave from the backyard, he saw Dugu Nianxue at the door.

After being slightly taken aback, Han Feng bowed and saluted.

"The disciple has met the mentor."

These days, although Han Feng practiced here every day, he did not see Dugu Nianxue often.

After all, as the top tutor of Tiannan College, the other party's affairs are already busy.

Besides, she is not Han Feng's master, so she doesn't need to give advice all the time.

Only occasionally, she would come to mention a few words about Han Feng.

To Han Feng's greeting, Dugu Nianxue just nodded slightly.

Cherishing words like gold, she waved her hand casually, indicating that Han Feng could leave.

Han Feng had just walked a few steps, but Dugu Nianxue stopped him again.

Han Feng turned around in surprise.

"What is the teacher's order?"

Dugu Nianxue pondered for a moment.

"You are already quite proficient in the basic thirteen moves. In addition to practicing your moves under the waterfall every day, you can also hone your marksmanship in actual combat, so that you can master them faster.

With a lot of accumulation and thin hair, the spear is self-contained! "

"Actual combat?"

Han Feng was slightly surprised.

Dugu Nianxue said.

"Originally, it would be best for you to go to the academy's 'oven tower' to practice your spear intent. Unfortunately, the oven tower only allows disciples above the intermediate level to enter. You should find another way."

"Oven tower?"

Han Feng was slightly stunned, and immediately nodded his head, said goodbye and left.

When passing through the back mountain exit, the disciples on duty let Han Feng pass without checking his badge.

After all, Han Feng goes in and out of the back mountain every day, and he is only a junior disciple, or a handyman disciple who picks manure and fertilizes for his mentor.

The middle-level disciples on duty had no pressure when interacting with Han Feng.

Now they are very acquainted with Han Feng, and even call Han Feng a "shit-picking boy" kindly behind his back.

……

After leaving the back mountain, Han Feng returned to the dormitory, entered the pot again, and soaked his whole body in the spirit pool.

After practicing in this short period of half a month, he can clearly feel that his strength is constantly increasing.