The cultivation art's side effects

Ma Hongjun After enduring about half a cup of tea, Soul Power finally broke through the Mingmen point.

The burning sensation suddenly subsided, replaced by a numbing sensation that spread from Dantian to all limbs. Soul Power was indeed a layer thicker than before.

He collapsed on the futon and gasped for air. His clothes were soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"It's done." Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up, "The second floor is cleared. Can you feel it, Soul Power has it gone up?"

Ma Hongjun closed his eyes and felt it for a while. When he opened his eyes, the expression on his face was a little complicated.

"It's gone up, but Grandmaster, what's the origin of this technique? Why does it look more and more like self-mutilation the more you practice it?"

"Nonsense, this is called body tempering." Yu Xiaogang said without changing his expression, "It won't hurt so much starting from the third layer. Once it hurts more than the first two layers, it will be smoother afterward."

Ma Hongjun glanced at him suspiciously, but Soul Power had indeed risen, so he said nothing more, stood up on his knees, and staggered back to his room.

Yu Xiaogang After he left, he closed the door, sat cross-legged on the futon, and turned the book to the third page.

Ma Hongjun He also saw what he looked like just now. It did hurt, but it was indeed useful.

Reaching level 50 in half a year is not empty talk, the premise is that you have to endure it.

He himself is only level 29 now. He has practiced the first level of Holy Dragon Divine Art for several months, and the quality of Soul Power has doubled, but the level is still stuck.

He planned to take advantage of the special training given to Dai Mubai to work harder himself, maybe he could break through level 30.

"Half a year." Yu Xiaogang closed the book and muttered to himself again, "After half a year, I, Yu Xiaogang, will no longer be a waste."

He suddenly remembered something, took out a piece of crumpled paper from the drawer, and unfolded it to read.

It was a briefing that leaked out from the Spirit Hall that year. There was a record about Qian Daoliu, saying that Angel Douluo had received a child from Sea God Island at Spirit City Elder Hall many years ago and gave him a token.

Yu Xiaogang stared at this record for a long time, tapping his fingers lightly on the paper.

That child's name is Jiang Lan.

He heard that Jiang Lan formed a Body Sect, and also signed up to participate in Genius Soul Master Tournament.

That kid has a bunch of Pill at his disposal. If he can find a way to get a few formulas, the difficulty of Holy Dragon Divine Art's training might be reduced.

"No, I have to find an opportunity to get in touch with that guy." Yu Xiaogang folded the paper and put it away, tapping his fingers on the table twice, "Genius Soul Master Tournament This is a chance."

On the other side, Ma Hongjun's residence.

Ma Hongjun returned to his room, bolted the door, and fell on the bed. His whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water. His clothes were soaked and clinging to his body, making him feel uncomfortable.

He lay there for a while and felt the numbness in his body slowly subsided, then he sat up on the edge of the bed and planned to change into dry clothes.

He took off his shirt, looked down at his belly, and was stunned.

Ma Hongjun I have been lazy over the years, my belly has become round, and the flesh on my waist can be two inches thick when pinched.

But the layer of meat just seemed to be thinner.

He stretched out his hand and pinched it, and found that it was indeed thinner. Although it was not particularly obvious, the waist circumference was smaller than in the morning.

"This exercise also has the effect of losing weight?" Ma Hongjun muttered, then looked down at his arms.

The flesh on the arms has also loosened a lot, and the lines of the originally thick arms are now softer.

He stood in the room and jumped twice. He felt his body became lighter. In the past, when he jumped up and landed, the flesh on his stomach would tremble twice, but now it no longer trembles.

"What a good thing." Ma Hongjun was so happy that he didn't bother to change his clothes. He sat cross-legged on the bed and silently recited the second-level exercise route Yu Xiaogang said, and urged Soul Power to walk it again.

This time it was smoother than before. There was still pain in the perineum point, but it was not as terrible as the first time.

After the pain was over, the numbness came back, and Soul Power was indeed a little thicker than before.

He carried it three times in a row, and his body was covered in layers of sweat. His clothes were completely soaked, and they felt sticky and cold against his body.

Ma Hongjun simply took off all his clothes and sat shirtless on the bed, planning to do it again before going to bed.

After the fourth pass, he looked down at himself.

The layer of soft meat on the belly is thinner again, and you can feel the outline of the ribs when you press it with your fingers.

The originally thick muscles on the arms have now become much more symmetrical, the lines are smooth, and the skin is fairer than before.

Ma Hongjun touched his face. There was less flesh on his face and his chin was a little sharper.

"Can this exercise make you look better?" Ma Hongjun looked at the bronze mirror. The person in the mirror was indeed more energetic than before. Although the face was still the same, the outline was much clearer.

He turned left and right in front of the mirror, and suddenly felt that he seemed more pleasing to the eye than before.

The next morning.

Ma Hongjun was woken up by a knock on the door.

He opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep without even wearing any clothes last night, lying naked on the bed with only half of the quilt covering him.

"Hongjun, get up and have breakfast!" Zhao Wuji's voice came from outside the door.

Ma Hongjun sat up in a daze and reached for the clothes on the bedside. As soon as his fingers touched the clothes, he lowered his head and glanced at himself, and his whole body froze.

There were two bulges in his chest.

Not big, but definitely not something a man should have.

Ma Hongjun lowered his head and stared at the two bags for three breaths, then suddenly pulled the quilt over and wrapped himself tightly.

"Hongjun? Did you hear that?" Zhao Wuji knocked on the door twice more.

"Listen, I heard it!" Ma Hongjun's voice cracked, "I'll come right away! Don't come in!"

Zhao Wuji stood outside the door for a while, and the footsteps gradually became distant.

Ma Hongjun When there was absolutely no movement outside, I dared to lift the quilt and look down again.

The two bags are still there.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it. It was soft and fell in as soon as he pressed it. It was completely different from yesterday.

The skin on my chest has also become extremely smooth, feeling like silk.

Ma Hongjun hurriedly put on his clothes and wrapped them up tightly. He looked at the bronze mirror again and again to make sure that nothing unusual could be seen from the outside, and then he went out cautiously.

There is already a circle of people sitting in the cafeteria.

Flender was sitting in the main seat, flipping through the newspaper, Zhao Wuji was squatting on the stool, eating steamed buns, and Yu Xiaogang was sitting in the corner, flipping through his booklet.

Dai Mubai and Oscar were sitting across from each other. They were muttering something in a low voice. When they saw Ma Hongjun coming in, they looked up at the same time.

"Fat man, why did you get up so late today?" Dai Mubai asked casually.

Ma Hongjun walked to the table and sat down, picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely, "I practiced late last night."

"Practice?" Oscar came over and looked him up and down, "When did you work so hard?"

Ma Hongjun didn't answer the call and ate his steamed buns.

Yu Xiaogang heard the noise, raised his head from the book, glanced at him, and pushed up his glasses.