After deducing the two skills, Chen Hao immediately started practicing. When he practiced for the first time, he decided to practice martial arts first.

There are nine realms in martial arts: martial artists, martial artists, warriors, martial artists, innate martial artists, grandmasters, martial saints, human immortals, and crushing vacuums.

It took Chen Hao only about half an hour to practice his cultivation to the level of martial artists. He reached this level. His muscles and bones stretched and stretched strongly, his explosive power was fierce, and his body was agile, and he could at least compete with six or seven people.

Throughout history, there is no one except Chen Hao who can promote his strength from an ordinary person to a martial artist in half an hour.

"Jiji..."

As soon as Chen Hao finished his practice, he saw three little foxes walking into the cave with two plates of roasted delicious food, obviously giving them breakfast.

Chen Hao took the food, rubbed their three little heads, and said, "Well, it smells so good. Did you make it?"

"Jiji..." The three little foxes nodded, looking very happy.

Chen Hao smiled and said, "You are so good. When I have free time in the future, I will take you three out to play."

"Jiji..." The three little foxes were even happier when they heard that Chen Hao wanted to take them to play, and they all hugged Chen Hao's calves intimately.

"Okay, I'm going to classify books. I'll play with you when I have time." Chen Hao rubbed their little heads again.

These three little foxes were very sensible. After understanding Chen Hao's meaning, they immediately jumped out.

As soon as they left, Chen Hao frowned suddenly, and then quickly walked to Hong Yi's side. At this time, Hong Yi was also practicing. He was practicing Taoism, that is, spiritual soul.

The cultivation in the Taoist scriptures is divided into ten levels, namely calming the spirit, leaving the shell, traveling at night, driving away, driving things, showing the body, possessing the body, taking over the thunder catastrophe, and yang god.

Just now, Chen Hao relied on his years of cultivation experience and achieved the realm of martial arts in half an hour.

This guy Hong Yi has never practiced before, but now he has just started practicing, and he has actually practiced the realm of immortality to the point where the soul has emerged.

But this guy's situation is not very good now. His soul that has emerged from the shell is waving randomly in the air, as if a drowning person who cannot swim in the water has fallen into the vast ocean.

His soul was very helpless and powerless. His soul shouted Chen Hao's name, but he also knew that shouting was useless. This brother Yang was just an ordinary person and could not hear the sound of his soul shouting.

Just when Hong Yi thought he would die without a doubt, it seemed that God had eyes. His brother Yang actually walked towards his body. After a few glances, he took out a few silver needles from his arms and stabbed them on him.

Hong Yi felt a pain in his body, his soul was pulled, and immediately returned to his body.

Afterwards, Hong Yi only felt relaxed all over, sat up suddenly, thanked him: "Brother Yang, thank you for your life-saving kindness!"

Chen Hao gave him a thumbs up and exclaimed: "Brother Hong, you are so brave. You dare to practice without knowing anything!"

Hong Yi showed a look of shame on his face, and at the same time he was a little confused. He said, "Brother Yang, why did you see my soul? Have you practiced before?"

Chen Hao said: "To be honest, I have learned some Taoism before, but I am not very profound. I just understand some theories, so I didn't tell Brother Hong, so I hope not to blame me."

Hong Yi waved his hand and said, "It's okay, everyone has their own secrets in their hearts. It's normal for Brother Yang to hide something, but Brother Yang, why can't my soul return to my body just now? What's the reason?"

Chen Hao smiled bitterly and said, "There are actually many mistakes in this sutra. You must ignite a stick of incense to cultivate your soul. Incense can protect your soul and prevent it from being blown away by the wind. Just now, Brother Hong's soul must have encountered the wind after it emerged from the shell, right?"

"Yes!" Hong Yi nodded and said, "Just just felt a strong wind coming towards me, and then I felt that my soul could not return!"

For cultivators with low strength, it is very dangerous to have their souls come out of their shells. A breeze is comparable to a hurricane in the eyes of the souls come out of their shells.

Then Hong Yi said, "Brother Hong, you said that there are many things wrong with this sutra, so it shouldn't be that. This was compiled by the court..."

As he said, his voice suddenly paused, his face suddenly became cold, and he said, "I understand, I understand, no wonder the Taoist scriptures recorded the visualization of the mind, but did not say that he wanted to light an incense stick. It turned out that the evil intentions contained was to die, and the person who wanted to practice was to die."

"The Taoist scriptures were compiled by the imperial court to collect the classics of the world. The imperial court actually did not want people to practice immortal arts, which would destroy the rule of the dynasty. If you understand, you will understand everything."

Chen Hao patted Hong Yi on the shoulder and said, "The court is not something we can touch at the moment. For us, the most important thing is to practice hard. Although I have not practiced the Taoist art very much, I still understand some theories and can completely help Brother Hong practice."

"That's thank you for your hard work, Brother Yang." Hong Yi said gratefully.

Chen Hao laughed and said, "You and my brothers fell into this situation at first sight, why bother to say this? It is necessary to help each other."

"Yeah!" Hong Yi nodded in emotion. It was the first time he had lived so much that he felt warm from others. Chen Hao, a friend, had made up for him!

In the days that followed, the two of them classified books in the stone cave, practiced martial arts and immortality.

With the help of Chen Hao, a rich theoretical person, Hong Yi's immortal path was smooth sailing. In just over ten days of practice, he reached the point of a day trip, and even practiced martial arts to the realm of a martial arts disciple.

Chen Hao was even more powerful. He directly cultivated the realm of immortality to manifest himself, and also cultivated the realm of martial arts to the innate martial arts.

However, Chen Hao deliberately concealed his strength, which made Hong Yi think that Chen Hao's immortal realm and martial arts realm were similar to him.

"Brother Yang, come here, I'll introduce you to a friend."

One day, Chen Hao was practicing boxing, and Hong Yi led a young man into the stone cave in a blink of an eye.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was wearing moon-white clothes, with long hair, and his hair was woven into drooping hair and scattered on his sideburns.

He was carrying a long sword behind him, and a purple wine gourd more than two feet long hung around his waist, making him look so imposing.

After seeing Chen Hao, he hugged Chen Hao and said, "I have met Mr. Yang in the morning. Concubine Yuan talked to me about you."

"It turns out that you are Mr. Bai Zhiyue, one of the eight demon immortals. You have heard of your name for a long time, but you didn't expect that Mr. Bai was so young and disrespectful." Chen Hao also attacked Bai Ziyue.
Chapter completed!