Doomsday Sanctuary

I don't know how long I read the book, but Di Ping finally fell asleep holding the book. When he opened his eyes again, the outside was already lit up, and it was six o'clock again.

His circadian clock was too punctual, so he simply washed Di Ping and changed into practice clothes, opened the door and walked out.

He decided to get up in the morning to practice martial arts, and to practice Yuqing Zhen Jue at night! Because it is easy to not know the time when practicing Yu Qingzheng Jue in the morning, which will cause a lot of mistakes.

Di Ping did not go to the training room, but came to the small garden in front of the tower.

When Di Ping came downstairs, the mutant tiger was crawling on the ground and taking a nap. When Di Ping came, he opened his eyes. A Gulu got up and happily threw himself in front of Di Ping Ping with its huge head to get close to Di Ping.

If it meows two more times, it is a docile tabby cat.

"Haha...big tiger, why are you getting more and more like a cat? I will call you a big cat from now on!"

Di Ping said with a smile while touching the head of the mutant tiger.

"Woo..."

The mutant tiger hung down and his tail fluttered, seeming to like this name very much.

"Haha, you seem to like it very much? Okay, let's go play?"

Di Ping also kindly stroked the mutant tiger's head a few times, haha ​​smiled and let it go to play, do he still want to practice martial arts?

The mutant tiger obediently ran to a corner of the garden and crawled on the ground to lick his own hair, and Di Ping began to practice according to the practice method of Bengquan.

At the beginning, he was a little rusty. Sometimes he could not find the right place for his fists and feet, sometimes he couldn't keep up with his feet when he moved his feet.

But he was not in a hurry. He calmed down and recollected the memory in his mind or watched the action video when he felt it was wrong.

An hour later, Di Ping's fists and feet became smoother and smoother, and every punch and kick became stronger and stronger.

The fist wind began to roar in the garden, and Di Ping made every punch with every kick, and the ground was like a heavy blow, and the roar was even more trembling.

And every time a fist breaks, it is like pumping up the air, and it must make a sound of air explosion.

Boom.....

The garden kept roaring, like the ground shaking the mountain, the trees and plants in the garden were broken by **** flowers and leaves.

The mutant tiger also stood up at this time, looking at Di Ping with fear. Every time Di Ping collapsed his fist, he made it tremble uncontrollably, seeming to be frightened by such power.

After an hour, the roar in the garden subsided.

Di Ping, who was sweating, stopped his fist, and he felt that he had almost practiced the first punch.

Although there is no success, the entry level must have been reached. If you want to be more diligent, you will have time to temper before it stops.

When he glanced across the garden, he was stunned. The garden where the flowers were in full bloom and the trees were overcast became a little decayed, and the garden was declining.

Not only did countless flowers fall on the ground, but many branches became bare without leaves, and it was even worse for those who were close to me.

Woo.....

At this time, the mutant tiger groaned as if frightened, and slowly approached Di Ping as if afraid, as if a child who had been bullied outside ran home to seek comfort from an adult, until Di Ping gently stroked it. Its head trembled.

It seems that I can't cultivate here, so I have to go to the training room?

When Di Ping saw all this, he understood that he could no longer be regarded as an ordinary person, and he couldn't bear his own torture here, and he had to go to a special training room.