As the internal force ran in his body for a week, Wang Bing found the Du pulse in the eight veins of the Qi Jing.

"The elder seems to say that he is using internal force to dredge the tendons and veins!"

Wang Bing muttered alone, but he felt which of the veins in his body could not find the head and tail, but he didn't know where to start.

"Do you want to create a beginning yourself?"

Wang Bing suddenly had a bold idea in his heart, and he began to urge his internal force to cut a small hole in the Du Mai.

The moment the internal force entered the Du Mai, Wang Bing's black-brown pupils tore out a hideous touch, and he subconsciously grabbed his arm, grasping the arm that was more painful than being hit by a bullet.

"Ahh

Wang Bing didn't expect that it would hurt so much when the internal force entered the Eight Veins of the Qi Jing, and he didn't even get ready, and the pain was already violent.

It already hurts so much just after entering, how can you dredge it?

Wang Bing didn't dare to imagine that at this moment, he found out that the old woman was not lying to him when she said that the pain of dredging the meridians was unbearable for ordinary people.

But this is just unbearable for ordinary people, is he Wang Bing willing to be an ordinary person?

Usually it is the self-comfort of the weak, since he has stepped into the door of cultivation, Wang Bing decided that he must make some achievements in cultivation, so that he can protect himself and his women when the time comes.

He's not going to be ordinary!

"Ahh

Dou Da's cold sweat slid down from Wang Bing's forehead, and in just one minute, Wang Bing's face was already extremely pale.

But he didn't give up, and still urged a small amount of internal force to enter the Du Pulse.

This feeling of internal force entering the Du Pulse is like inserting a key that does not match the key into the lock hole, which is obviously not suitable, but it still has to be run-in, and at the same time, it brings endless pain.

Wang Bing couldn't help but wail, but at the same time, he continued to urge the internal force to enter the Du Pulse. If the old woman could see this scene in front of her, she would definitely be so shocked that she couldn't speak, and she might even accept Wang Bing as her personal disciple.

You must know that the pain of dredging the eight veins of the Qi Meridian in advance can be twice as heavy as after entering the Earth Martial Realm.

But Wang Bing endured it stubbornly, and he had to value it for such perseverance.

After five minutes, Wang Bing finally couldn't hold on, his head sank, and he fell down directly. At the same time, all the internal forces that had originally entered the Du pulse retreated into Wang Bing's body, and the small mouth was also reunited.

Wang Bing lay on the ground gasping for breath, covered in indescribable exhaustion. In addition to the body, it is still the exhaustion of the mind, this kind of dizziness after being under high-intensity pressure for a long time.

So when Kingdee came back, he saw Wang Bing lying on the ground with a pale face.

"Wang Bing, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!"

Kingdee's pretty face suddenly became flustered, and she sat directly on the ground, checking Wang Bing's situation, and even her husband forgot to shout.

Wang Bing shook his head and struggled to do it, his white lips squirming slightly: "I'm fine!"

Kingdee's eyes moistened a little: "You're like this, and you said it's okay!"

Wang Bing could only smile bitterly: "It's too difficult to release this internal force, and it can't be done in a short period of time!"

Isn't this something that can only be done when you reach the Earth Martial Realm? Could it be that Wang Bing became like this because he was trying to release internal force before?

Kingdee didn't know whether to be happy or worried, happy because of Wang Bing's talent, worried because he was afraid that Wang Bing's cultivation would be too radical and his body would not be able to stand it.

Under the care of Jindee Land, after half an hour, Wang Bing's face finally looked much better.

"Didn't you go to check the identity of that Wu Hao?"

At the mention of Wu Hao, the worried look on Jindee's face appeared again: "I found out, he is an inner disciple who was promoted five years ago, and now he is at the peak of a four-star spirit martial artist, and he must have high-level combat skills in his hands!"

Four-Star Spirit Martial Artist Peak High-level Combat Skill Wang Bing didn't know what to do, with his current situation, what was waiting for him on the platform of life and death was death.

"Now you are no match for him at all, but you have to promise him!"

A touch of sadness flashed on Kingdee's face, and she knew that for men, sometimes face was more important than life. Although Wang Bing seemed to have a thin face before, he still valued important things.

"What are you afraid of, he's not at that point yet!"

Wang Bing's face was also quite serious, but as long as he used the speed of Yun Ying Step to the extreme, even if he couldn't deal with Wu Hao, then Wu Hao didn't want to kill him.

After being silent for a long time, Kingdee has been melancholy.

"It's better to postpone the time until seven days later! When your cultivation has increased, and then you will fight him in a decisive battle with the Life and Death Stage, and the victory rate will be higher at that time!"

Although Wang Bing knew that this was just a delaying measure, but now, he had to do so. But in seven days, how much can his strength improve?

"I'm leaving the Xuanyin Sect tomorrow, so I can't accompany you to any day!"

With a hint of regret and worry on her face, once Wang Bing's cultivation could not keep up within these seven days, it was very likely that she and Wang Bing would see each other for the last time.

"I thought of a way, are those Yunling Pills on your body still there?"

While Kingdee was melancholy, he suddenly remembered the reward Wang Bing received after becoming the first place, and his eyes lit up.

Wang Bing frowned: "Yun Ling Pill? I've already eaten it, and it's not of much use! If you want it, I'll give it to you!"

Wang Bing casually took out the bottle of Yunling Pill and handed it to Jindee.

Jin Dee glared at him: "The Yun Ling Pill is no longer very useful for spirit martial artists, but for those ordinary martial artists, it is simply a magic medicine! Especially those who are at the peak of the nine-star martial arts, if they can get a Yun Ling Pill, they will definitely be able to increase the chances of advancing to the Spirit Martial Realm at the fifth level!"

Wang Bing didn't know what the meaning of Kingdee was saying this, did she want to take this bottle of medicine back and give it to those disciples of the Butterfly Gate to increase her cultivation?

Jindee saw that Wang Bing hadn't reacted yet, and his face was a little anxious. This guy is obviously not a good person, he has already reminded him of this step, and he still understands what he means.

"Shui Feng has thousands of female disciples from the outer sect, most of them are places, you still don't know what to do?"

Wang Bing's eyes also lit up, and even the fatigue of urging the internal force to enter the Du Pulse before was reduced by a few points: "You mean, I can use the Yunling Pill to trade with them?"

Jindee smiled at this time: "You're not too stupid! Otherwise, these Yunling Pills will have no effect on you, wouldn't it be a waste if they don't come out like this?"

"Will they say yes, though?"

Wang Bing is still a little worried, this is the Xuanyin Sect, not the North District. If he was in the North District, the other party was unwilling, and here, once they reported to the sect, he would definitely be punished.

However, this matter is imminent, and Wang Bing can't think too much about it.

(End of chapter)