Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1477 Optimizing the Kung Fu Techniques and Tempering the Physical Body
  System Xiaoyan's voice sounded, "No, the power of the law is too weak."

Zhang Yan had no expression after hearing this, and he just asked casually. Xiao Yan had already explained it very clearly before. Only the immortal light of the true law can be understood and absorbed.

"But." Xiao Yan said two words and then stopped.

"Huh? What?" Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, thinking it was funny. Xiao Yan had learned to tell the truth.

"However, materials with some law aura can be used to refine magic weapons. It needs to be combined with the power of the golden law already in your body." Xiao Yan added.

This news made Zhang Yan's eyes light up, "So, I can refine some metal magic powers?"

"Theoretically, it's possible. I have some forging-related techniques stored here, but you don't have the materials right now." After that, Xiao Yan transferred the forging technique directly into Zhang Yan's mind.

After receiving it, Zhang Yan said: "It's okay, there must be something in that mine. I'm going to learn Eight Body Boxing now, Xiao Yan, help me optimize it."

"Ding! Got it."

"Optimizing... Ding! Optimization completed."

Zhang Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, constantly practicing every move in the technique in his mind, and at the same time inhaling the spiritual energy contained in the spiritual stone in front of him into his body. The spiritual energy and the domineering energy used to strengthen the body in the secret method of Eight Body Fist washed together Zhang Yan's muscles and veins. Every muscle of Zhang Yan was relaxed, gradually swollen, and the veins popped out.

Zhang Yan learned very quickly, and he could swim all over his body in two hours. Now Zhang Yan's body has become much larger, and his solid muscles are stretching the white silk robe on his body, as if it will split in a second. In order to prevent his clothes from cracking, Zhang Yan adjusted his breathing and changed his body shape again. From the appearance, Zhang Yan now looks like a monk with an immortal spirit and a thin figure, but in fact, his every breath and every breath contains huge power. The Eight-Body Fist has been optimized by Xiao Yan and can not be exposed. Even if Daluo Jinxian sees Zhang Yan, he will only think that he is a human monk who can only use magic.

This kind of effect is exactly what Zhang Yan wants, to be able to relax others' vigilance and catch them by surprise.

Zhang Yan got out of bed and punched the void lightly without using any spells. He simply used his physical strength. The wind of the fist split the air like a bamboo, and the crimson sandalwood bed in front of him collapsed and shattered into pieces. Not only that, there were also dense cracks on the stone wall behind the bed.

Zhang Yan smiled bitterly in his heart, why did he break someone else's bed? Although he didn't need to sleep or use the bed, others did. A good wall has turned into a dangerous wall.

Zhang Yan made too much noise, and Feng Tianming rushed over and asked breathlessly: "Brother Zhang Yan? Are you okay? Is there an evil spirit coming?"

"It's okay." Zhang Yan waved his hand, "I was learning the Eight Body Boxing and accidentally broke the bed."

"As expected of Brother Yan, he can achieve such power as a beginner. I believe he will be powerful in the world after he masters it." Feng Tianming grinned and praised.

"I have learned it." Zhang Yan said. It seems that Feng Tianming has not discovered the secret hidden in his body.

"Learned it? But Brother Zhang Yan, his appearance has not changed. This Eight Body Fist can temper the body and reshape the body." Feng Tianming stared at Zhang Yan and looked up and down. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like him. It looks like the body has just been forged.

(End of this chapter)