"A little bit, they are a bit too stubborn." Long restrained his smile and his expression became calm.

Anyone who has the intention can see it, and this carriage is covered with a thin layer of purple weapons all the time.

And in the small bathhouse, the purple mist almost condensed into liquid.

Because the surroundings of the bathtub are almost the best, a kind of jade inlaid called Laokeng ice jade in the former civilization.

As for the bath, it is a whole purple Wanyuan Stone.

The green liquid in the bath is made from the cores peeled from several types of plants. Don’t doubt these types of plants. They are obviously all types that are conducive to cultivation. Even a leaf is full of energy, let alone the core?

It is strange if such a luxurious equipment does not condense into substance, right?

But Long didn't use these to practice. Cultivation is a serious matter. Although he was so talented that even the old guys Zhengjing were a little careful, he still thought that he should be fully prepared during practice.

This condition is too crude and can only be used to slowly consume impurities.

Long doesn't feel extravagant about all this. This era of drastic changes has made resources so rich.

Compared to those older young men and those geniuses in Zhengjing, he may have saved a little too much.

He should speed up the removal of impurities, although the remaining impurities in his body... Thinking of this, Long closed his eyes and accurately instinct immediately sensed the residual rate of impurities by four thousandths.

There is still a little more, he can achieve the perfect "Jade Body". Such a body does not seem very important now, but in the future, it will be the key to determining the outcome.

Thinking of this, the dragon stood up from the water with a "wow" sound.

As he stood up, the water droplets rolled down quickly along his perfect streamlined muscle lines, just a trace of energy flashed from the surface of his body, and the water was completely killed.

He picked up a white robe and put it on it. Long looked at Qidou: "Teacher, is my speed still a little slow? I really want to know what kind of achievements he had when he was 17 years old?"

"Why do you always have to be obsessed with contrast? Your path is your path. Being stronger than him or weaker than him can't change your own path." Qidou was obviously unwilling to answer Long's question.

But a hint of hatred flashed in the dragon's eyes, and he was even more stubborn: "I want to know."

"Okay, he was still a gangster at that time? I should be accurate in describing this way?" Qidou seemed a little cold. After taking a sip of wine, he shrank his body and leaned against a corner of the carriage, feeling drowsy.

**

Four hours passed.

Tang Ling has become more and more proficient in this rhythm of cultivation.

His strange ideas were implemented after the second time gathering energy, and as the energy washed away the body again and again, he became more and more mature, and even gained unexpected gains.

What is Tang Ling’s strange idea? That is to use precise instinct to cooperate with the energy containing impurities.

Doing this will undoubtedly increase Tang Ling's burden. After all, the operation of precise instinct will also consume some of the mental power.

In addition, Tang Ling's precise instinct is not so 'spiritual' in sensing that he is always just a vague sense.

But Tang Ling has always been like this. Not only is he amazing in his movements, but he is also used to treating torture and pain as secret treasures for his own cultivation.

It’s very simple. If you lack resources, you will challenge the limit again and again. Only after you reach the limit again and again can you make great progress.

As it turns out, this method is really feasible.

Although it was indeed very burdensome at the beginning, it was fine after getting used to it. With the cooperation of precise instinct, the efficiency of removal has indeed become faster.

And the unexpected gains came. He sensed himself a little clearer. Even when he was concentrating, he could feel the place where some tiny impurities were located, and then he used his mental power to transform into a small broom, and combined with the energy washed out, he cleared the key points.

Everything went well and everything was fine.

Tang Ling felt this way, but all this fell into Yangkong's eyes, which was a terrible practice.

I don’t know if it was because of the mental power being squeezed to the extreme or the body being under too much energy impact, but Tang Ling has already practiced to the point where he bleeds in his seven orifices.

Moreover, the body has a small weight in a range that can be measured by the naked eye.

What kind of practice is this? Yang Kong raised his head helplessly.

The body is thin and so on, perhaps related to Tang Ling's strange practice. However, the bleeding of the seven orifices and the convulsions and trembling of the body from time to time is definitely a sign of suffering like hell.

It makes people feel distressed and even more heartbroken.

Because he looked so satisfied and so determined when he sat cross-legged in the gene chain calculator, what was it to interrupt him?

Thinking of this, Yangkong sighed and opened the transparent door of the gene chain calculator again, allowing the purple mist filled with tiny black air to disperse.

In fact, if it weren't for these strange fogs, Yangkong would have interrupted Tang Ling's cultivation and wanted to correct him.

Something must have happened to make a mistake so that no trace of energy will remain in the body, right?

However, as meticulous as the sky, when Tang Ling began to wash her body for the fourth time, she found that the purple mist that overflowed from Tang Ling's body was a bit special, mixed with a trace of obvious black lines.

For this reason, Yangkong took out the test tube and carefully collected some of it.

Then, in this room where the experimental instruments were barely employed, it was quickly analyzed using a computer that these black silks were some substances that were harmful to the human body.

Therefore, Yangkong began to deliberately open the door of the gene chain calculator, and released the purple mist mixed with black silk from time to time.

Such behavior inadvertently helped Tang Ling a lot, allowing him to avoid sucking back some impurities when his body was washed open.

So? Therefore, Tang Ling should not practice Qianshun Gong, but another skill, but it just looks very similar to Qianshun Gong.

He made no mistakes at all, nor did he do any useless work.

Yangkong's brain is very smart, otherwise he would not be the only person in the entire No. 17 safety zone who is qualified to approach the profession of technicians.

Unless he doesn't care or wants to think deeply, once he cares, he can come up with a relatively reasonable answer after a little thought.

Of course, no matter how smart he is, he would not have thought that this was Qianduan Gong, because Tang Ling was Su Yao's man, and Su Yao's private teaching of martial arts is the most reasonable explanation.

"I hope Su Yao is right. The preciousness of "Thousand Satin Kung Fu" may be too many people unaware of it. This is not a stunning technique from the beginning." Looking at Tang Ling who was still practicing, Yangkong sighed.

Perhaps these inexplicable hours of spending time together made Yangkong like Tang Ling a little more. Although there was no dialogue between them, Tang Ling didn't know that Yangkong was observing himself in the "chicken thief".

Time continues to pass silently.

During this period, Yangkong only went out for ten minutes and got himself a lunch box.

For some reason, he always felt that he needed to protect Tang Ling and never reveal Tang Ling's secrets. This idea became more and more firm in his mind.

As for Tang Ling, he had been completely immersed in cultivation.

His precise instincts' sense of body becomes more and more detailed, and even vaguely reaches the state of introspection.

But this realm is always separated by a layer of film and it is still difficult to break through.

Maybe it is because I focus on impurities, so I can only see the impurities that I can remove?

Ninety-five percent have been cleared.

Tang Ling was greatly inspired.

After three more washes, it was clear that it reached 98%.

Well, there is still a reason to persevere, even though a sense of fatigue that emerges from the bones begins to sprout.

After two more washes.

Ninety-nine percent have been cleared.

How many more times does the remaining 1% take? However, only 1% is left, so it is too inappropriate to give up like this.

Yangkong began to walk with goods. The kid had been practicing for 7 hours in one breath, and it was almost evening.

After a while, Auston, the twilight guy, came. Yangkong didn't want Auston to see this unreasonable practice.

It’s not that I don’t trust Auston, a simple boy, but because this guy is too simple, it’s easy to expose some facts in a stubborn manner.

Will you find a way to awaken Tang Ling then?

It was another seven times that Tang Ling felt that he didn't have to wait for the next two times of practice. As long as he practiced this time, he would be more than enough to rinse it!

It will not be able to bear it! The cells will not be able to bear it! This is the answer that the precise instinct tells him.

Perhaps, it is better to completely clear it up after the next practice. After all, through supplementation, you will be restored and you will be able to withstand many washouts again.

But, do you need many more washes? No, right?!

This time, the impurities in the body should be completely removed, and Tang Ling believes that this is the case.

When the waterfall of energy hit again, Tang Ling stared at the last few tiny impurities, almost used all his mental power, and began to drive him away with difficulty.

Then, it succeeded!

Tang Ling wanted to be happy. Is this the jade body he wanted to get? But subconsciously, Tang Ling felt that it was not, and there were also impurities that had not been completely removed.

But there is indeed no impurities in the body? Is it too arbitrary to judge based on my feelings?

Tang Ling frowned, but the strong feeling made him unable to help but use his precise instinct to spy on himself again and again.

Finally, when the precise instinct swept across the heart, Tang Ling knew what the problem was.

His initial joke-like idea came true, and there were indeed impurities in the seeds.

Not cleared? That is impossible, because the seeds coexist with him, and the seeds have impurities, which is equivalent to the fact that his physical state has not reached the perfect body of the jade body.

Clear? There are four chances of flushing.

If you use up all of them, wouldn’t it be too risky? No one knows whether the fifth time will suddenly break and exceed the limit?

If you are safe, it will be removed after the next practice.
Chapter completed!