When others practice martial arts, I create the world

Chapter 96 Perverted Cultivation Speed
Yang Chen was stunned, raised his left hand in astonishment, and stared at the combat communicator again and again.

At this moment, on the combat communicator, at the bottom, the word "1.3" is impressively displayed.

That position is exactly the value of vitality.

And the vitality value of '1.3' happens to be the vitality indicator of the fourth level of warriors.

"I have only practiced once, and I have been promoted to a level?"

Yang Chen himself was stunned.

This upgrade speed is a bit scary, it feels faster than absorbing the origin of the world before.

"Although my strength was already [-] kilograms before, the minimum standard for a warrior's quadruple weight is [-] kilograms."

"That is to say, I only practiced once, and I directly increased my strength by two hundred kilograms?"

This speed of cultivation simply shocked Yang Chen himself.

"Come again!"

Yang Chen immediately excitedly started the second practice.

The core of this set of Forging Body Boxing is just one word: extrusion.

Relying on the special squeezing method and unique breathing method to temper the cells of the whole body, even the viscera and bones can be tempered.

It's just that the movements are difficult to do. If Yang Chen's body hadn't been washed by the essence of the world, and its flexibility is very strong, it would be impossible to cultivate it in a short time.

Because his memory is already very good, he has practiced the movements and steps for the first time, and this time he is much faster.

It took only about five or ten minutes before and after the second practice.

When the last movement is completed, the familiar feeling of surpassing the limit arises. Those cells that were squeezed to the point of suffocation suddenly see the light of day again, scrambling to breathe, devouring all the nutrients that can be swallowed.

Yang Chen could clearly feel that some kind of energy in his body was being consumed rapidly, being swallowed up by those body cells.

Streams of blood waste gas were refined and expelled with his breathing, so that when he breathed, there was a faint smell of blood.

"Is this energy fat? Or the origin of the world hidden in my body? Or... an indescribable potential?"

Yang Chen was thinking, while recovering his strength, he observed the vitality value on the combat communicator.

However, this time, after 10 minutes, the vitality value was still '1.3' and did not break through again.

However, Yang Chen could feel that his strength and physique had improved again.

"It seems that the first time is the best, because the background is too strong. Although it may not be too bad later, it will not be as good as the first time."

Thinking of this in his heart, Yang Chen started to practice again.

In the training room, he opened up his movements and continued to practice the Forging Body Fist. With the unique breathing method, he exhaled a bloody smell with every breath.

Visible to the naked eye, streaks of bloody sweat seeped out from the surface of the skin.

This effect is too obvious, if someone sees it, they will definitely be shocked, because Yang Chen's energy, which was originally scattered, became concentrated at a speed visible to the naked eye as he practiced.

The reason why practitioners are practitioners is precisely because their spirit, energy and spirit are extremely condensed, and their flesh, muscles and bones have been tempered.

Unlike the previous Yang Chen, although his physique and strength are not weaker than warriors of the same level, his spirit is too scattered. In this case, his endurance is actually not as good as that of warriors of the same level in theory.

Because too much scattered energy will cause the power to dissipate and cause power to be wasted.

As for warriors, they can better restrain their aura and avoid the loss of energy.

Although the normally passing energy is very little, it can accumulate into a lot, and under some special circumstances, this is fatal.

Another four or ten minutes passed, and Yang Chen finished the last movement, his body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and the light red sweat gathered like a stream, flowing down together.

It is worth mentioning that although the sweat was stained with blood, it was not black.

Obviously, there are not many impurities in Yang Chen's physical body.

In fact, Yang Chen was very suspicious. At the moment when the small world was opened, the impurities in his body were swallowed by the small world and turned into turbid air.

Of course, this is just his guess.

After all, the land in the small world is one meter in diameter, and he doesn't think his body has so many impurities.

"call……"

Spit out the turbid air with bloody smell.

Yang Chen felt as if he had been reborn, his eyesight was better, and his hearing was also stronger.

Also, it feels easier to concentrate.

Even, the control over the sense of space seems to have improved.

"Sure enough, I was actually, really, an ordinary person before."

Yang Chen laughed.

Suddenly he thought of something, picked up the star blue alloy saber next to him, and used the Blood Sky Saber method.

Unlike usual, this time the blood in the body did not boil, but more obediently gathered towards the sword.

It took one or two hours to successfully cast the first layer of the Xuetian knife 'Blood Knife'. This time, it was completed in just 10 minutes. The tempered blood energy dyed the blade light red.

"Sure enough, the reason why it took so long before was because my qi and blood were not cohesive enough, I hadn't tempered it, and I wasn't obedient enough."

"Now the tempered blood is easier to control!"

Yang Chen laughed again.

He raised his saber and slashed at the alloy stick next to him in the parry.

"Chong!"

A small piece of the alloy stick was chopped off again.

But this time, although the blood light on the blade has faded a lot, it has not completely dissipated.

"The tempered qi and blood are more cohesive and less likely to dissipate."

Yang Chen realized it in his heart, he slashed again, and the blood on the blade completely dissipated.

"Gollum..."

Suddenly his stomach growled, Yang Chen was startled, and then he felt a strong sense of hunger.

"It consumes so much?"

He was a little surprised, and hurriedly looked at the combat communicator again.

As expected, this time, the vitality value finally reached '1.4'.

"Fifth level warrior! Tsk tsk!"

Yang Chen grinned, wishing he could shout: "Who else?" !

In just a few hours, he went up two levels in a row, and in terms of pure strength, his strength suddenly increased by [-] kilograms.

Just ask, who else?

"Guru..."

My stomach growled even harder.

Yang Chen immediately took a quick shower, changed into clean clothes, and then went out towards the cafeteria.

On the way, he glanced at the time and found that it was already 11:30 in the middle of the night. Presumably, Gao Shou should have news soon, so he just took advantage of this time to eat first.

The canteen of Fengyun Academy is open 24 hours.

Even though it was eleven o'clock at night, there were not many people who came to eat.

Yang Chen ordered a meal for two people. After eating, he found that he was still not full, so he ordered another meal for two people. After eating, he was finally full.

"Sure enough, I just said that before my physique was so strong, not only did I not feel that it was exhausted, but I felt that I was not hungry for a long time. It turned out that the remaining world origin was hidden in the body."

Yang Chen, who was full of food and drink, leaned on the seat and touched his stomach, thinking contentedly.

"Warrior level five, tsk tsk. Even if you practice one, it will be slower as you go to the back, but with the small world as your hole card, I don't think it will be so slow!"

At this moment, Yang Chen inexplicably had the feeling of breaking through the dark clouds and seeing the bright moon.

Mainly, it was only at this time that he really felt that "he has truly become a warrior", and his mentality was a little different.

Suddenly the communicator vibrated slightly.

Yang Chen raised his hand to look, with a smile on his face: "It can be counted!"

(End of this chapter)