Xuanshi City, among the mountains and forests in the east, there are rugged rocks. Behind the mountain streams, there is a huge lake. Under the sunlight, the lake looks sparkling and extremely beautiful.

By the lake, a skinny old man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. If he looked closely, the old man's body seemed to be slightly distorted. A huge bamboo pole was inserted in front of the old man, and the bamboo pole was pulled into a long oblique shadow under the sun, forming a simple sundial.

"Hurry up, swim quickly!" The old man with his eyes closed calmly opened his turbid eyes. After a brief pause on the reflection under the bamboo pole, he opened his mouth and shouted coldly towards the center of the lake.

In the middle of the lake, a thin figure was constantly slid. The thin young man occasionally looked up and saw his wet head. It was Fang Chen before, and the old man sitting upright on the grass by the lake was the only soul-body Old Ding.

According to the training assigned by Mr. Ding, Fang Chen also fully understood the principle. Although he still looked disdainful on the surface, in his heart, he was already admiring the old man and became more and more impressed.

According to Mr. Ding, there are three main ways to expand the meridians: strength and speed are already tough. Only these three conditions are all excellent, and the expansion of tendons and veins in the body will reach a small success.

If you want to do things well, you must first sharpen your tools!

If the medicinal spirit can reach the extreme speed of the meridians and continue like a torrent, it must have an extremely spacious duct. Therefore, the expansion of the meridians is decisive and important.

"The legs seem to be almost unconscious!" Gripping their teeth, Fang Chen swayed his arms with difficulty, and his legs were sliding weakly in the water. His face seemed to have been drained from blood, and he became extremely pale.

From late at night to the upcoming noon, for ten hours, he had already swam nearly a hundred round trips in these hundreds of meters of lakes, a length of tens of thousands of meters. It is no exaggeration to say that if he had been in the triathlon field in his previous life, he would have definitely been able to take the lead with his current persistence.

His legs were weak, his mind was swollen, and his limbs were sore. This was how Fang Chen felt at this moment.

"Miao'er!" Fang Chen bit his lip tightly when he thought of the graceful girl who had been by his side since he became a waste for three years. At this moment, even though he reached his limit, he was still trying hard to persevere.

"This speed is even slower than a snail. Do you have to give up? Speed ​​up!" Old Ding's indifferent voice was like thunder, and he shouted and urged by the lake.

"Never give up!" His eyes stared at the front tightly. Hearing the extremely cold voice of Mr. Ding, Fang Chen's power squeezed out from somewhere in his body suddenly roared, and then his body rushed forward like a swimming fish. The extremely, but for those who lack perseverance, and for Fang Chen, this continent may not have made him feel that there is a limit, because the three years of ridicule have given him countless challenges to the limit.

"Jin Lin is not a thing in the pond, it turns into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds!" Looking at the thin figure in the lake, Ding Laogan's wrinkled old face suddenly had a rare smile. Three years of ridicule only slightly suppressed the young man's talent. Now he can really survive this sarcastic time, and it's only time to show his talent!

"This thousand-mile horse has just not met Bole. Now, I will act as Bole too! The first-level medicine spirit of the Xuan level, haha, it's just an illusion on the surface..." A gentle sneer, and a hint of relief suddenly appeared on Old Ding's face. People who have talent as talent as young people, let alone the Yaoma Empire, even on the Tianding Continent, are probably only a handful of people!

If someone was beside Mr. Ding, someone would definitely be surprised by the old man's words. Fang Chen, a recognized wasteful embryo who has been practicing for more than ten years, has reached a high level of evaluation in Mr. Ding's eyes.

"Old man, I'm back!" As Mr. Ding was pondering, a weak but extremely excited voice suddenly sounded beside the old man, and then a head as big as a ball emerged from the lake.

"Well, it's ten minutes late!" Old Ding said expressionlessly as he looked up at the slanting shadow under the bamboo pole.

After climbing out of the water, Fang Chen, who was wet all over, fell weakly beside Old Ding. Then his eyes burst out like fish eyes, and his mouth began to breathe heavily.

He stood up slowly and looked at Fang Chen who was lying on the ground. A trace of pride of joke suddenly flashed through Old Ding's eyes. He immediately coughed lightly and said coldly: "As the punishment you have been slowing down for ten minutes, now, go into the water again..."

"What?" Hearing this, Fang Chenru heard something extremely shocked, her eyes suddenly shrank suddenly, and then a shock sound was spit out of her mouth. Then her body also jumped up quickly, but her body seemed to have reached its limit. Her body, which had not yet stood firm, suddenly felt as if it was malnourished. She shook for a few times, and finally fell heavily to the ground again.

After twisting the ground uneasyly for a few times, Fang Chen did not struggle in his mouth. A few seconds later, a heart-wrenching wailing sound suddenly came from the rugged forest.

"No, old man, let me rest for a while!" After a long time, Fang Chen waved his hand weakly on the grass, and then he leaned on the grass like a naughty boy.

Touching his gray beard, Old Ding pondered for a moment, then said lightly: "Do you want to give up..."

"Oh, old man, why don't we take a break first?" Before Old Ding finished speaking, Fang Chen waved his hand and then blocked his ear and said with his hands.

"If you want to give up, I have no objection, it's just a challenge in a year..." He shrugged slightly, and Old Ding said nothing.

"Stop..." With his eyes rolling, Fang Chen's face, which was quite naughty, became solemn in an instant. Then he climbed up with difficulty, stared at the old man in front of him for a while, and then pondered: "I'll go!"

After saying that, without waiting for Mr. Ding to answer, Fang Chen jumped into the lake again with a "thump". At this time, he did not hesitate at all.

In ten years, he only had a first-level medicine spirit. After a year of challenge, Fang Chen only did not want the Fang clan or his father to be humiliated yesterday. However, he suddenly thought that perhaps because of yesterday's act of intent, his father and the entire Fang clan might be even more humiliated a year later.

For the sake of himself, my father was able to use the family cauldron as a challenge to meet the agreement, and the conditions he said casually would probably make the Fang clan, which had been passed down for thousands of years, instantly decline. After handing over the family cauldron, my father would definitely not have the face to be the leader of the clan.

Therefore, whether it is for his father or Miao'er, he - Fang Chen must do his best!

...

It was dark, and two bright moons like silver plates hung high in the sky. Fang Chen once again "landed" from the lake. The clothes on his body were pressed against his body like maggots attached to his bones. Drops of water slid down from his head and neck, and finally dripped into the grass along his body. A gust of cold wind blew, and Fang Chen's body, which was not warm at all, began to tremble in an instant.

"Old Ding...Old, okay!" The corners of his mouth trembled slightly. As Fang Chen spoke, the air began to leak from his mouth.

"Well..." Old Ding thought for a while, and finally nodded slowly under Fang Chen's bitter and expectant gaze, "It should be possible to go back!"

"Huh!" Hearing this, Fang Chen felt relieved as if he had taken a pill, and the stone hanging in his heart slowly hit the ground. However, just when Fang Chen just retracted his neck and wanted to lie on his beautifully for a while, the sound of Mr. Ding once again made the former's relaxed face distorted instantly.

"Run back to the square tribe from here and continue training..."
Chapter completed!