In the small cave, Xiao Lang sat on the ground, his body muscles suddenly contracted, and then suddenly bulged, just like the energy ball finally spit out from the wild ape. At the same time, his muscles were still trembling slightly, but cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his face also showed pain.

But he didn't open his eyes, his body muscles continued to contract, and then he bulged up again, and sweat began to wet his back. The trembling of the muscles became more and more severe, and the expression on his face became savage, as if trying to suppress the pain in his heart.

"what…"

After only half an hour of cultivation, Xiao Lang yelled in pain, and then rolled on the ground, his head banging against the surrounding walls. Fortunately, there was no bleeding, but many parts of his body were bruised.

After tossing for a while, he slumped to the ground, breathing heavily. His chest rises and falls with the rapid breathing, his clothes are all wet with sweat, and his muscles are still trembling.

"Damn! What kind of bird skill is the demon body refining this day? If you continue to practice like this, surely you won’t directly practice death?"

After a while, Xiao Lang sat up reluctantly, and muttered suspiciously in his eyes. He only cultivated for half an hour, but it was equivalent to consuming several days of his lifespan. Moreover, this method of cultivation was extremely painful, and his whole body was like 10,000 ants biting, making it impossible for him to continue to practice forcibly. Xiao Lang could cultivate. Half an hour was due to his thicker nerves.

Half an hour is exchanged for a few days of lifespan, and half an hour of cultivation is not known if it will work.

Xiao Lang felt like he was on a thief boat. Doesn't Lu Ming want to pit him or kill him?

After thinking for a while, Xiao Lang determined that Lu Ming had no reason to kill him, otherwise Violent Ape would not save him if he wanted to kill him. Wouldn't he let Violent Ape kill him directly? And killing him is not in the interests of the hermit.

The muscles no longer trembled, Xiao Lang sensed it, but he didn't notice the tendency of his body to increase. His eyes flickered. After thinking about it for a moment, he gritted his teeth and continued to practice.

The practice of demon body refining combat skills is very simple on this day. It is just that the direction of some of the profound energy is reversed, and the direction of the profound energy is reversed, and the profound energy is used to counteract it. Forcing the vitality to help the body, thereby making the body stronger.

This is a very evil technique, which is equivalent to self-mutilation and overdrawing one's life to make oneself stronger in advance.

In the second practice, Xiao Lang's nerves became stronger and his ability to endure pain also increased a lot, but in the end he couldn't help rolling on the ground for less than an hour.

"Sure enough!"

After lying on the ground for a long time, Xiao Lang grinned bitterly.

This time, the body obviously felt stronger, much stronger than that of tempering his body for ten and a half months, but Xiao Lang did not dare to practice any more, for fear that his body could not stand it, and it would be finished if it burst.

Going out to catch a low-level profound beast, Xiao Lang returned to the cave to have a barbecue. After eating and drinking, did not rest for a while, again began to practice stealth technique near the cave. The figure flickered nearby, disappearing and appearing like a ghost. This stealth technique was given by Lonely Walk, and he was not afraid of Lu Ming seeing it. It was obvious that Xiao Lang had cultivated for so long and still had no success.

After cultivating the stealth technique, it was getting dark soon. Xiao Lang began to cultivate profound energy. After cultivating for nearly two hours, it was completely dark. Only then did he nibble on a few pieces of roasted meat at noon. Finally, he picked up the "Phantom Martial Slash" combat technique given by Lu Ming and looked at the bonfire.

Time is pressing, he must strive to cultivate every minute and every second to make himself stronger.

The principle of Phantom Martial Slash is very simple. It uses the weapon to shake quickly to create a sound wave that affects the enemy's soul and makes the enemy hallucinate. However, it is definitely not a simple matter to practice.

He learned that Lu Ming was holding a wooden stick, rotating his profound energy, and quickly splitting it in the air, and then in the process of splitting, according to the description of combat skills, he trembled in a small amount and regularly, and as a result, it just fell. I found it wrong.

Retracting the wooden stick and slashing again, Xiao Lang's speed was extremely slow this time, and according to the combat technique, he began to tremble regularly and slightly. It was just a seemingly simple action, but Xiao Lang almost wanted to vomit blood.

Even if the speed is set to the slowest, he can't make these sets of movements consistently.

"Weird! Why is this combat technique so evil?"

Xiao Lang couldn't keep up at such a slow speed. When the time came to attack the enemy, the speed would be lightning fast. How could he make the weapon tremble more than a few times in such a short time?

Every regular tremor contains more than a dozen movements. The more tremors described in combat skills, the greater the impact on the enemy's photo. The maximum can tremble nine times a second. The powerful invisible sound wave emitted would be affected even if the Emperor of War was strong, and his mind was frightened.

"Lv Ming can create his own creation. Did Xiao Lang fail to learn the secrets? I still don't believe in this evil!"

Xiao Lang became fierce, and a person in the stone cave was like a fool, waving a wooden stick, constantly splitting and shaking, and the whole person practiced like a madman, completely sleepless.

His eyes were red, Xiao Lang still did not stop.

The right hand became trembling because of thousands of consecutive swings. Xiao Lang was still cultivating vigorously. He seemed to have cast a spell on himself in his heart. He would not complete this set of movements and would never rest.

It's almost dawn, Xiao Lang's eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, but he still stares at the wooden stick in his hand, no matter the arm is so sour that he doesn't want to lift it...

"drink!"

Until the sky was completely bright, Xiao Lang finally succeeded in causing the wooden stick to tremble regularly, although the speed of the split was extremely slow. But practice makes perfect. With the first success, the second time is easy. In the future, the speed of continuous cultivation will become faster and faster. Combat skill training is the most difficult to get started, as long as you have perseverance after getting started, one day you will succeed.

"Huh, finally succeeded, no more, sleep for two hours!"

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Lang's mouth, and he continued to practice all night. Although his body could stand it, his spirit almost collapsed. He fell straight to the ground and fell asleep.

As soon as Xiao Lang fell asleep, Lu Ming flashed from the outside like a ghost to the entrance of the cave. Seeing Xiao Lang who was asleep, there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "Sure enough, it is an aptitude against the heavens, the magic weapon created by the master. It took three days for Master to get started, and Black Ming even took five days. I spent ten days in the past, and that fool of Lu Ming hasn’t learned it yet. This little guy actually got started in one night! No wonder Master Qingming cared for him. Plus, it is indeed a great talent, but unfortunately... the master did not allow him to join the hidden sect, and he also said that I created this magic weapon cut. I don’t want him to have any relationship with the hidden sect, otherwise the hidden sect will be absolutely capable after decades. Blood Pressure Sect!"