Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

Two days later, when the time came to midnight, the black velvet-like night cover replaced the sunset, and the bright moonlight and bright starlight fell from the sky, coating the earth with a faint silver glow.

In the dead of night, Notting College is in a small forest not far from the dormitory building.

A small figure is bathed in the moonlight falling through the gaps in the branches.

It was Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's upper body was naked, and his clothes were hung casually on the branches of a tree. There seemed to be wisps of heat rising around his body.

He frowned lightly, his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, and he made muffled sounds from time to time, as if he was enduring intense pain.

If there are warriors with strong senses here, they will find that in Yang Jian's body, the energy and blood are burning and boiling like flames, flowing at extremely fast speeds.

"Breaking through the second level of the Nine Yang Divine Art to temper the blood, but by chance, I encountered the Yang Fire and burned my body..."

Yang Jian bit his lip tightly, trying to calm down and steady his breathing, trying to calm the boiling breath in his body.

However, to no avail.

At this time, he only felt that what was flowing in his veins was not blood, but turned into hot magma, causing severe burning pain that ordinary people could not imagine wherever it passed.

The cultivation of a warrior is never smooth sailing.

Many martial arts have dangerous side effects during the practice process.

For example, if you are not careful when exercising with foreign objects, such as golden bells, iron cloth shirts, etc., exceeding the body's ultimate endurance, you may become disabled or even die.

The practice of the Yanyang Qigong and the Nine-Yang Magical Technique is accompanied by the danger of being burned by the sun's fire.

Every time, there is a crisis that may lead to severe meridian failure, but at the same time, it is also an opportunity for progress.

On Yang Jian's body surface, along with the steaming and twisted white aura, you can vaguely see some black matter evaporating, accompanied by a fishy smell.

When the Yang Fire burns the body, the blood-quenching effect is much better than before.

Tempering blood is also the martial arts state of Yang Jian at this time.

Different martial arts have different extreme realms.

Grinding skin, tempering blood, forging bones, refining internal organs.............

The Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt and the Thirteen Taibao Hengqian can be practiced to the point of forging the bones, the Nine Yang Magic Technique and the Yan Yang Miraculous Technique, and can be practiced to the point of refining the internal organs and transforming energy.

Yang Jian has been tempering his blood for a while. His whole body of Qi and blood has been tempered four times. The total amount of Qi and blood in this young body is several times higher than that of an adult.

With this kind of background, breaking through the bone forging is just a piece of cake.

But Yang Jian couldn't break through.

Because his body still has a long way to go before it is fully developed.

If he forges his bones directly, he will stay in the same body shape as a child in the future.

Unless they are engaged in special professions, few people want to keep the appearance of a child forever, so Yang Jian has been waiting to forge his bones.

Moreover, the more times the blood is tempered, the richer the martial arts foundation will be.

It is also Yang Jian's original wish to stay in the blood-quenching stage for a while longer to build a solid foundation.

According to records in martial arts secret books, the limit of blood tempering is nine times.

If you can quench the blood three times, you are considered to have a good talent. If you can quench the blood five times, you are a genius.

Those who have tempered their blood eight times are monsters.

As for the nine times of blood quenching, it is the perfect limit that almost only appears in legends. The foundation laid is perfect, the blood and energy in the body are flawless, fighting at a higher level is like eating and drinking water, and killing geniuses at the same level is like killing chickens and dogs.

"There are still five days left until the ninth tempering..."

Yang Jian's goal is to temper blood nine times. He wants to reach the state of using martial arts to become a god, and he wants every martial arts stage to be the strongest and most perfect.

This is destined to be difficult, but Yang Jian is not afraid.

Time passed slowly, and after about half an hour, the boiling Qi and blood finally calmed down, and Yang Jian also let out a long breath.

On the surface of his body, there was an extra layer of black impurities and dirt, exuding a bit of a fishy smell.

And Yang Jian's Nine Yang Divine Art has officially entered the second level [I Ching Marrow Cleansing].

After his last epiphany in Holy Soul Village, a few days later, he successfully broke through the first level.

Bang!

Yang Jian punched the thick tree trunk next to him with a thunderous punch. Several people hugged the thick tree and shook it a few times, innocently scattering some green and yellow leaves.

An obvious depression suddenly appeared at the point where the fist landed.

"This punch did not use internal energy, and only used less than half of the strength..."

"The strength has increased by about [-]%."

Yang Jian only felt that his physical condition had improved significantly.

Immediately, he ran quickly again, and turned back after a moment. This cycle continued, leaving afterimages on the path of movement, as if five or six Yangjian appeared at the same time.

"The speed has increased by about [-]%."

The degree of control that warriors have over their own bodies is very precise.

After just a simple test, Yang Jian understood the changes and benefits that breaking through the second level of Nine Yang Divine Art brought to him, mainly to strengthen his body and strengthen his body. His already relatively strong internal strength did not change much.

Huh...a gust of night wind blew by.

Yang Jian lowered his head and looked at the black impurities and dirt on his body. His body flashed and he left the place like a ghost.

The coat hanging on the treetop also disappeared at the same time.

Soon, a popping sound was heard not far away.

Yang Jian jumped into the clear water lake in Notting College.

A few seconds later, some small goldfish raised for viewing floated on the lake with their white bellies turned over.

Yang Jian popped his head up and saw these unlucky goldfish. He couldn't help but look around, feeling a little guilty.

"Well...let's buy some fish fry and put them in tomorrow."

Ten minutes later, Yang Jian finished cleaning the impurities and dirt on his body and returned to the first house quietly.

"Where have you been?"

As soon as he lay down on the bed, before he fell asleep, Yang Jian's quilt was suddenly lifted up, and a small body came directly over.

Looking down, it was Xiao Wu's watery eyes and pink face.

"I can't sleep and take a walk outside."

"Leave me alone, Xiao Wu, can you sleep on your own bed?"

Yang Jian was quite helpless.

Although Xiao Wu received her own bedding, and the bed was opposite Yang Jian, she followed the original behavior and did not sleep in her own bed. Seeing that Yang Jian's bedding was warmer and more comfortable, she directly wanted to sleep with him.

Yang Jian strongly rejected this.

At least he said no.

"No, it's boring to sleep alone. It's better to hold you for comfort." Xiao Wu smiled, rested her head on Yang Jian's arm, put one arm around his waist, and closed her eyes.

Since the last time she had close contact with Yang Jian's eternal blazing sun, she found that as long as she was close to Yang Jian, she would feel comfortable and at ease. Therefore, she insisted on sleeping with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian gently pulled Xiao Wu's arm, but she remained unmoved and pretended to be asleep, pouting and snoring cutely.

Just by listening to her breathing, Yang Jian knew that this little rabbit was definitely pretending to sleep.

"Forget it, I won't suffer."

Yang Jian shook his head and planned to sleep.