Doomsday Sanctuary

Di Ping took advantage of the victory and pursued, and the momentum went all the way, pushing the first level of the Tiger Spirit Jue to the eighth form, and encountered some obstacles when he reached the ninth form.

After practicing for a while according to the ninth type of exercise, I found that it takes some time to get through. It may be today or it may be clear.

Secretly disappointed, but on second thought he was happy again.

Today only hit the fourth floor. This is already a great joy. What can be disappointed? People can't be too greedy, right?

Just one morning, in just ten minutes, his strength increased again by only two kilograms.

Although his strength has exceeded 20,000 catties, there is little difference between these two thousand catties, but you must know that this is only a day increase.

And the biggest advantage is not the increase in strength, but the changes in the whole body. The muscles and bones are more compact, the strength is higher, the control of the body is stronger, more flexible, and the strength is more rounded, which is more conducive to improving the attack power.

Relieving his disappointment, Di Ping began to practice Bengquan, which is the highest level of his practice.

It has reached the second level of dark energy, if you can cultivate the third level of transportation power, your attack power will rise to a level by then.

Tiger Lingjue's cultivation and progress will also promote the progress of Bengquan. This is a whole inheritance, and it is the control of the body and the use of strength.

Tiger Spirit always emphasizes physical strength, the coordination of muscles and the control of blood and strength, and Bengquan is a simple and rude use of strength, how to maximize strength.

The movement of Bengquan is much louder. Every punch and foot shakes, and the ground is shaking. This is the violent aesthetics of the first layer of Bengquan. Every punch and every type of force is violent and scary.

And the second layer is not so powerful, there is no big movement of the first layer, but if you are an expert, you can see it at a glance.

Although he only strikes one punch each time, after each punch, the air must be violent again, and the air is actually broken, which shows how terrifying the attack power is.

After practicing two punches, Di Ping closed his fists and was about to practice the crazy wave sword technique for a while.

He suddenly felt a sense of being spied on, and with Di Ping's current mental power, he could sensitively feel the gaze of others.

Di Ping knew that he could not be wrong with this feeling, but he remained silent and simply did some stretching exercises, which seemed casual, but his mental power was highly concentrated, and he was sensing the coming and going of this gaze.

From upstairs!

Di Ping deliberately made a head shake, seeming to move his neck, but his eyes quickly swept upstairs.

He saw a pair of eyes quickly closed, and he didn't seem to expect that he would suddenly look up, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

However, this person thought he was hiding quickly, but Di Ping saw Qingming at a glance. From those eyes, he recognized who it was.

Wei Wei had an accident in her heart, but she immediately realized that she wanted to secretly learn her own practice?

The corner of Di Ping's mouth was slightly raised, revealing a sneer of sarcasm, his own practice is so easy to steal, the real thing is never in the movement, the most core thing is in the mind, what can be seen by looking at the movements outside?

If the exercises are so easy to steal, they won't be learned after a battle.

But Di Ping didn't intend to pursue it. After all, he hadn't told him that he could not watch his practice?

If it’s not good to do it rashly, it will make people feel that they are ruthless, moody and irritable; they will be distracted, and if they look at the meat, the only thing that makes Di Ping upset is the person’s petty behavior. Being upright and sneaky is annoying.

With this interruption, Di Ping had no interest in practicing the knife.

It was already past seven at this time, and his practice lasted one hour.

The East Red Sun has gradually risen, and the forest has been shrouded in a layer of mist at some point, turning into a red curtain under the sun, and the countless leaves of dewdrops are shining strangely in the red light.

This world is beautiful!

Di Ping took a deep breath, and then exhaled it. It seemed that the turbid air in his heart had been sprayed out, and he was refreshed and energetic.