The Heaven Ladder

"Take the speed of lightning and gather Qi in your fist to run thunder! Drink!"

With the sound of a heavy drink, a slight thunder burst out suddenly on the grassland.

"Alas! It's really difficult to practice the" thunder running fist. "Xiao Yihan sat down on the ground and looked at the shallow fist print on the boulder not far away, revealing a trace of bitterness on his young face full of sweat.

"Running thunder fist" is a mysterious medium level martial art given to Xiao Yihan by old man Pu Ling.

From high to low, the martial arts on the mainland are divided into four levels: Heaven, earth, Xuan and Huang. Each level is divided into upper, middle and lower levels.

The martial arts of the middle level of the Xuan level are very rare. Generally speaking, only the elite disciples of the large sect can have them.

The most common in the market is the Yellow level martial arts, and the earth level martial arts is the existence of the treasure level of each large gate town. As for the stronger heaven level, it is only a legendary existence.

Although Xiao Yihan doesn't understand why old man Pu Ling has such powerful treasure, he is certainly very happy since he can improve his strength.

"The thunder fist is famous in the mainland for its quickness and ferocity. It is said that the purple thunder ring arm is as strong as the upper level martial arts of the Xuan level."

"Han'er, you must master it as soon as possible, so that you can compete with other competitors in the recruitment trial of Wuzong."

The voice of old man Pu Ling's expectant advice was recalled in his mind, and the decadence in Xiao Yihan's eyes gradually faded away.

"Old man, since I've decided, I won't let you down!" wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead, and Xiao Yihan stood up fiercely.

"Just now I clearly heard a slight thunder, that is to say, my method of luck is completely correct, but what's the difference?" Xiao Yihan clenched his right fist and frowned at the boulder not far away.

"Try again!"

With his eyes slightly closed, the soul power in the Soul Lake immediately ran wildly. Under the traction of the soul power, a milky vitality quickly converged to Xiao Yihan's right arm.

However, different from the simple energy accumulation in the past, his vitality began to jump in different positions of his right arm, as if he had been guided by some kind of guidance.

When all the vitality was in place, a lilac lightning pattern gradually appeared on Xiao Yihan's right arm, and a slight thunder followed.

Feeling that the power accumulation had reached the limit, Xiao Yihan fiercely opened his eyes, and a pure light was emitted from the pupil in an instant.

"Kill!"

With a roar, Xiao Yihan pushed his legs on the ground quickly and rushed to the boulder like an arrow.

"Boom"

When the fist and stone collided, there was a roar in the air. The huge stone weighing hundreds of kilograms began to tremble violently.

"Break it for me!"

Xiao Yihan's eyes opened angrily, ignoring the strong pain from his right fist, and his vitality kept pouring into his right arm.

"Click"

Accompanied by a crisp sound of fragmentation, the boulder cracked a gap, and a fist sized gravel fell down.

"No! Not enough strength!" he muttered helplessly, and Xiao Yihan quickly took back his right arm.

"Hoo Hoo"

Sitting on the ground again, Xiao Yihan wiped off the blood oozing from his right fist, showing a trace of joy on his face.

"Although the thunder fist is powerful, it is very difficult to cultivate and requires a high reserve of vitality. If you want to achieve something after six days, it seems that you will not sleep these days." a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes, and Xiao Yihan narrowed his eyes and sighed.

Throwing away his thoughts, Xiao Yihan immediately began to cross knee meditation and recovered his vitality.

Although benlei fist consumes vitality very quickly, fortunately, Xiao Yihan has ink and stone to help gather the sea of Qi, and the recovery speed of vitality is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

After about ten minutes, Xiao Yihan's vitality expanded again.

"Come again!"

Looking at the boulder not far away, Xiao Yihan roared fiercely, showing an unyielding tenacity in his eyes.

"This smelly boy's perseverance is really rare. Tomorrow will be the day of recruit disciples of Wuzong. I don't know how to practice" Ben Lei Quan. "

Old man Pu Ling stood in the distance, carrying a bag of fierce animal meat, looking at Xiao Yihan, who was sitting cross legged, with a happy smile on his mouth.

Xiao Yihan has been practicing on the grassland for five days. In these five days, except that old man Pu Ling will rest when he sends fierce animal meat, he basically hasn't stopped practicing during the rest of the day or night.

"This breath..." looking at the suddenly rising sea of air around Xiao Yihan's body, old man Pu Ling showed a look of ecstasy in his eyes.

"Boom"

A roar suddenly sounded at the Dantian in Xiao Yihan's body, and then the vitality of heaven and earth began to gather madly.

"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!"

Feeling the continuous influx of heaven and earth vitality, Xiao Yihan couldn't help crying out in the depths of his heart.

It seems to feel Xiao Yihan's obsession, and the Soul Lake is also surging up at the moment. An invisible soul force, like a deadly iron chain, fiercely drilled out of my mind, quickly rushed into the air and madly absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth.

At this time, the Soul Lake has reached more than 200 square meters after Xiao Yihan's cultivation for so long, and the speed of swallowing the vitality of heaven and earth is not the same.

The vitality of heaven and earth poured into his Dantian, and a faint vortex of vitality began to emerge.

This crazy absorption of the vitality of heaven and Earth lasted for about an hour before it gradually eased down.

When all the vitality of heaven and earth around the body was absorbed into the body, Xiao Yihan fiercely opened his eyes.

"Thunder fist!"

A roar sounded, and Xiao Yihan quickly rushed to the slightly broken boulder with his right fist.

Surprisingly, a layer of white light appeared on the surface of Xiao Yihan's right fist, and the sound of thunder in the air was much clearer than before.

The most incredible thing is that the purple thunder pattern on Xiao Yihan's right arm seems to be alive and starts to creep slowly on his arm.

"Boom"

A deafening sound of explosion sounded. The hard boulder that had just been stable like Mount Tai has now broken into dozens of pieces and shot in all directions.

"The reserve of vitality in the samurai territory erchongtian is really huge! Now the" thunder running fist "is a big killing weapon! Ha ha!" Xiao Yihan laughed proudly as he felt the vitality in his body and the Soul Lake expanded again.

"You're my grandson! Twelve year old warrior level two Heaven and soul refining level three Heaven. Even if you look at the whole continent, this talent can be called excellent! In addition to those demonic talents, Han Er, you can be called a leader among your peers!"

At this time, old man Pu Ling's sincere praise rang slowly behind Xiao Yihan.

Turning around and looking at the slightly bent old figure not far away, Xiao Yihan's eyes were full of excitement.

In Xiao Yihan's impression, this is the first time that old man Pu Ling praised him face to face. Although he may have overstated his words, Xiao Yihan's heart is still full of pride and satisfaction.

"Old man! You know! Ha ha!" laughed, and Xiao Yihan turned and rushed to old man Pu Ling.

"Now your" thunder running fist "has become a success. I can rest assured in tomorrow's Wuzong trial."

Touching Xiao Yihan's head intimately, old man Pu Ling said with a smile.

"Old man, I will never let you down! Wuzong! I Xiao Yihan is settled!"

Feeling the warmth in the palm of old man Pu Ling's hand, Xiao Yihan suddenly gushed out of his heart a great spirit of daring to compete with heaven and earth.