The Portal of Wonderland

“It's a little light and should lift something more focused. ”

Ishima said two words to herself, then raised her hand and burst, throwing the rock lock onto the nearby ground.

The whole square swayed slightly.

Ishima lifted her hands and looked closely.

Both palms are long and firm, but no matter how you look at them, they never look like flesh and blood.

After a moment of silence, Ishima walked up to the wooden frame and removed the knife again.

A moment later, a knife and shadow erupted in the square, as if flying sand and walking stone, like a dragon leaving the sea.

A whisper swept out the white pitch and submerged a nearby stake.

After a few bangs, the stakes were instantly cut into seven pieces and rolled apart.

One breath, six!

His knife skills are so fast that he is no longer under Li Canghai's previous demonstration.

The shadow of the knife was restrained, and Ishima stood in place with a long knife, looking at the stake in front of her, her face was full of thoughtful expression.

In the evening.

In a small house, thick wooden doors are locked from inside.

Shi Mu's eyes lay tight on the queen bed in the middle of the house.

At this time, his skin was all red and sweaty, the whole person was more curly, his mouth made intermittent * * sounds from time to time, his limbs twitched constantly, the whole person was in a semi-conscious state.

After some time, his pain gradually stopped, his limbs slowly spread out, and his skin gradually regained its normal color and opened his tired eyes.

Shi Liam took a few deep breaths and walked under the bed to move his hands and feet. His arms moved and he grabbed the edge of the bed, while pressing his fingers.

“Ka Ka" crisps!

Seems very sturdy solid wood bedside and should be broken open by sound.

“The strength has increased a little, but it's not as surprising as it was a few times before. It's been a month since the last attack, and it lasts only half an hour. It seems unlikely that it will improve in the future.” Shepherd muttered.

There was an amazing mutation that has appeared more than once since he stayed at the estate, which is why he showed incredible energy and excessive swordsmanship during the day.

The first episode of the mutation took place during the first month of his stay in the manor, when his feet were tortured for one night.

But the next day, when he returned to normal, he found that his strength and physical response had increased considerably.

Then two nights later, the second mutation started again.

As such, he has experienced more than a dozen such mutations over the past few months, each episode benefiting his body amazingly.

However, as the duration of the mutation becomes shorter and the episode interval becomes longer, the increase in strength and response begins to diminish.

By this time, he had only increased his strength a little, far from being able to compare with the beginning of a few times.

But even so, Ishima now has more than a kilogram of power, and the response rate is several times faster than that of ordinary people.

Even if Ishimu were more dull, it could be guessed that most of this mutation had something to do with the giant clams that were rescued from the seabed that day.

After all, the whole mutation process was very similar to the boiling feeling of his blood after waking up on the beach that day, except that the pain had increased tenfold.

For this kind of curiosity, he has heard a lot from the biography of the powerful among the speech population and has envied it.

Now this strange encounter is happening to him, naturally he enjoys it, and he has gained a lot of confidence in passing the test of Kaiyuan Martial Arts Hospital more than half a year later.

In addition, Shi Mu is also truly certain from Li Canghaikou that even if he understands the atmosphere, his age is eligible, and wants to enter the martial arts court, he still has to go through a very fierce competition.

After all, Kaiyuan Martial Court also has limited resources and can only recruit a limited number of people within the quota. Experience has shown that the number of persons enrolled in the entire Kaiyuan province tends to multiply by several times.

Ishima knows very well that he has a generous gift, and even if he takes Qi Ling Dan, his chances of understanding Qi will not be higher than normal people.

According to Li Canghai, once the nine layers of the quenching body have passed, each layer can increase the chance of air sensation awareness by a lot. Once the quenching body can be cultivated to the ten layers, even the general qualification awareness chance is more than one-third. The chances of failure are even smaller if the repair is complete to 13% of the quenching body.

This is also why some low-quality martial artists, even after the age of thirty or forty, can still rely on the full body and repeated use of Psychic Dan, succeeding in the evolutionary postmortem martial arts, but the period is time consuming and money, and is not borne by ordinary martial arts.

Of course, it is so old to realize the sense of temper. The golden time of martial arts practitioners is a total waste. It is conceivable that it will be difficult to continue practicing later. Even the advanced Tianwu Mid Term will become extremely difficult, and the possibility of later stage is more or less remote.

However, some of the truly privileged children of the world can also increase the chance of air sensation enlightenment by collecting some rare auxiliary dandelions, but at a great price, they are still more than several times more expensive than the acquisition of Gaelic Lindane.

Li Canghai initially cultivated the quenching technique to twelve percent. After he was in his twenties, he took Qi Ling Dan twice to barely advance to the next day. Every time he talked about this, the Mid-Day Martial Artist of the day after tomorrow still regretted it.

For Shi Mu, with this small family now, the acquisition of auxiliary dan medicine has nothing to think about, and can only go the way of raising the level of quenching.

But once the quenching technique has passed the ninth level, and wants to cultivate to a higher level, the time consuming will be far beyond ordinary people's imagination, can cultivate the quenching technique to the twelfth level of great success before the age of fifteen, only a true demonic genius can do it, there are only a few people in the entire history of Daqi.

Using the body mutations of the past few months, Ishima has pushed the technique of quenching directly to the nine-story Dacheng, even close to the ten-story realm.

According to normal judgment, he should have no problem getting to the tenth floor of the quench after most of the year, but if he wanted to get to the eleventh floor, it would still be a long way off. And one third of the breath perception probability, naturally, doesn't really reassure Ishima yet.

It seems that if he wants to go further in the quenching technique, he can only use the radical cultivation method that Li Qianhai once mentioned.

According to Li Qianhai, this method of quenching was inadvertently obtained by him from a high person. Although it was very simple and crude, the quenching effect was surprising, but the whole process was too dangerous and painful, even during the cultivation process there was a considerable possibility of death, so it was rarely passed on to other apprentices. If Shi Mu spends a lot of money, he will be happy to teach.

Danger? Ever since he took his oath to become a strong man in front of his mother's grave, he knew he would embark on a difficult path filled with thorns, so how could he be afraid of danger!

But what he needs to do now is master the martial arts of Crushed Rock Fist before he can fully cultivate the technique of quenching his body.

Shi Mu thought indifferently and quickly made a decision in his heart.

……

Seven days later, at the center of the estate square, a three-foot-height green water tank filled with dense and numb yellow beans was erected.

Drink. Drink.

Ishima stood in front of the tank, naked, wearing only one fat black trouser, with a thick silver leather case on each hand, and the hard work of fisting in both hands pounded the wheat grain in the tank.

“Listen, although the magnitude of the gravel fist's power is directly related to its own strength, the toughness of the fist itself is the key to maximizing its power. Otherwise, even with its own strength, a punch on the rock will fly fleshly and mutilate its own hands. You're just a beginner, and although the quenching technique is done, the fist is strong enough to hit some wood at best. Now that you're wearing multilayer fishskin gloves to fight these beans, you can slowly stimulate the muscular flesh on your hands without causing too much trauma to your hands at first, and quickly improve your strength. When you can punch your fists through the entire tank, I'll replace the beans with bigger crushed stones and subtract a layer of fishskin gloves from your fists. When you can hit the crushed stone in the tank, I will replace it with real iron sand, and when you can break it through, you can practice with real big rocks... Note that your left hand is swinging a little bigger!” Li Qianhai stood beside him with his arms in his arms and spoke with no expression.

“Yes."

In the mouth of Ishigami, he promised that his arms were swinging, each fist deep more than half a foot into the water tank, his upper body was sweating, each muscle was rat-like drumming, and the whole person was covered in an unusual fanaticism.

Half a minute later, Ishima suddenly drank loudly in her mouth and suddenly punched her out. She actually hit deeper than a foot into the water tank, burying almost all her little arms in the yellow beans.

“Stop! I told you not to push too hard! Let me see if your hand's hurt.” Li Canghai witnessed the scene, but his face changed dramatically, drank loudly, and quickly pulled a medicine bottle out of his arms.

“Master Li, it's okay.” Ishima grinned and pulled her arm out of the yellow bean.

“Hmm, it's up to me if there's anything wrong. Take your gloves off!” Li Qianghai snorted without thinking.

Shi Mu heard that he could only shake his arm once more, then took off the leather cover on that fist layer by layer, revealing the slight red and ten fingers in front of Li Qianhai a few random movements.

“Eh, seems really okay. Strangely, based on my many years of experience as an apprentice, it's only normal that all five fingers should be bloody. You come down here and punch this stake with your fist, this time with all your strength!” Li Qianhai carefully weighed the palms of Shi Lian's hand and gave an unexpected expression. After thinking about it, he pointed to a large wooden stake nearby.

“Yes”, Shi Lian heard, took a deep breath and walked in front of the stake, slowly swimming around.

“Boom”!

After shaking his lower shoulder, Shi Lian punched him out and broke the thick wooden stake directly from the middle. Even the first half of the wooden stake “shrugged” and flew straight out of the square to heavily hit the outside wall of a room, smashing the whole house into a slight shake.

He retracted his fist uninjured!