Tempered Into Immortal Chapter 3: The Wonderful Body

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Yesterday Steward Fang was chastised a lot, and today Steward Fang didn't appear. After several servants put Zheng Luo on leather shackles, he was taken to the Tournament Hall. As usual, Luo Brothers practice hard amid the morning fog in the Tournament Hall.

With their bare arms, they beat the rows of stone men in the corner with their fists, and each blow makes a slight crack that shakes the air.

On the other side are all the flesh targets pathetic with their faces hanging and their mouths full of bitterness.

It is really tough that they have to face this beaten and kicked life day and night. Sometimes with a body injury, they lie in bed in pain, tossing and turning so much that they could not sleep. Unfortunately, they are not free and have no choice but to be beaten all day long.

"Stand in a row, all the walking punching bags!" Tutor Luo shouts loudly.

All the human punching bags stand in a row in an orderly manner, with their heads and torsos erect. They are very clear about the temper of Tutor Luo, that is, as long as there is a slight carelessness, they will be beaten on the head by his whip. To be honest, Tutor Luo's whip is not ordinary whip that a little touch will bring skin cut open and flesh torn.

Luo Borthers picked out their own flesh targets. Zheng Luo was chosen by a straggle of children as strong as a bear, named Dalong Luo.

Other flesh targets all showed pity when they saw Zheng luo was selected by Dalong Luo .

Dalong Luo's talent is very mediocre, and his own strength is in the level of skin, but he was born with divine power, and his power is comparable with the level of flesh. What's more, he is fierce, even can be described as atrocious, so many flesh targets at his mercy are either dead or injured. Therefore, whoever is chosen by him as the punching bag is doomed to a miserable end.

Dalong Luo raised his fist, flexed her muscles, looking at Zheng Luo with a hint of excitement. Recently, there are fewer condemned prisoners, and many of whom are bought by other families. Luo Family faces a difficult supply of flesh targets. Therefore, the punching bags in Luo Family can be regarded as rare resources. Not only do they beat flesh targets for exercise, but they can let off steam. That's why Dalong Luo feels excited, and the more valuable thing is that this punching bag used to be the little home lord.

Zheng Luo, the superior little home lord, will beg for mercy under his fists. Only thinking of this can make him feel much cool.

In the face of Dalong Luo, Zheng Luo frowned. Dalong Luo's strength is particularly powerful. Last time he suffered losses under this man's fist, beaten by him. It took him half a month to fully recover.

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But two years of punching bag career have taught him to be calm, and he quickly calms down, even carefully putting chest leather right and posing a standing posture, facing Dalong Luo.

Then Dalong Luo lunged at him. What Dalong Luo practices is a kind of fierce and domineering boxing, called "bull punch". This kind of boxing is fierce, domineering and powerful.

Dalong Luo is like a raging bull and with a gale, a blow of the bull punches straight to Zheng Luo's chest.

Facing this intimidating punch, Zheng Luo took a deep breath, stiffening his chest so that the leather armor could best offset the strength of the punch

"Boom!'

Although the thick leather of his chest took much of the force out of the blow, the power of his fist seeped through, like a dull hammer on his chest. At this moment, he quickly exhaled the air of his chest, and let the chest down instantly.

"Relent!

Spitting out air caused his chest to contract quickly, creating a buffer zone that could once again neutralize his opponent's strength. This trick is also the secret of Zheng Luo's two-year survival as a flesh target!

But Dalong Luo's fist strength is too fierce, and his strength is still overbearing, even if it was offset twice. Zheng Luo forced a bitter smile, and the whole person is like a kite out of control, heavily falling behind.

Lying on the ground, Zheng Luo feels a little dizzy, thinking he is done for good because this punch may have caused him a serious internal injury, but at this time he finds it weird to feel no pain at all.

It doesn't hurt, what's more, a strange warm current surged up in his chest as well. As soon as the warm current appears, Zheng Luo's body immediately reacts. He feels his body is like a hungry wolf quickly devouring the warm current.

Then the warm current spreads into his inner organs and lungs, making his whole body warm and comfortable.

"What is this?" Zheng Luo looked surprised, "these warm currents are purifying my body!"

Although Zheng Luo becomes a family slave, but he used to be Luo's little home lord, and he does possess this insight.

The medicine that could wash the body is very rare, just like Luo's the Great Nature Elixir. It has the effect of purifying the body. But a herbal medicine like the Great Nature Elixir is indeed rare! It takes several hundreds of years for such a prosperous family like Luo Family to acc.u.mulate two pills of the Great Nature Elixir! How precious!

Zheng Luo lies on the ground thinking for a while, and soon connects the vision that appeared yesterday.

"The body is as an instrument, the self is as the spirit, thoroughly tempered to wash my body... "

Is this so-called thoroughly tempered, is to be beaten?

As recorded in the gold foil, his own body is like a magic weapon, and it is only through being tempered that he could forge a magic weapon of top quality.

As long as being beaten can produce warm current of washing body! As long as being hit is equal to continuously swallow the Great Nature Elixir!

Thinking of this possibility, Zheng Luo's heart becomes warm, and even trembles with excitement.

To test his guess, Zheng Luo gets up.

Although he is not injured, and Dalong Luo's punch benefits him greatly, he still pretends to be in pain and he seems very difficult to stoods up. In order to appear more convincing, he even shakes constantly.

When Dalong Luo saw Zheng Luo get up, his was astonished. He thinks that Zheng Luo is. .h.i.t by the punch, and he will be either dead or disabled, but Zheng Luo is still able to get up, which makes Dalong Luo ashamed.

"Hey, it's the pinnacle of the level of flesh, so good at it! Lie down!" There was a punch straight to Zheng Luo after the words.

"Hong!"

Zheng Luo gets yet another hard punch. He is like a human punching bag, rolling on the ground a few times, while landing calling cool secretly in his heart. At the same time a warm current, at the moment of being hit, emerges and transforms into small snakes drilling into his internal organs and eight veins, constantly condensing his body, and washing his viscera.

It is so comfortable that Zheng Luo seems to be bathed in the spring breeze. The whole body is very comfortable and his eyes are in good health, the more he is beaten, the more bright and vigorous his eyes become.

"Go to h.e.l.l!"

"Boom!"

"Beat you to death!"

"Hong!"

Each time warm current emerges, and Zheng Luo's body essence will be purified agian. Dalong Luo is a hard working blacksmith to Zheng Luo, through his fists, Zheng Luo, a "mysterious weapon", is constantly tempered.

The strike lasts for a long time, and at last Dalong Luo stops. He looks, panting in great surprise, at Luo Zheng on the ground. He also heard Zheng Luo could tolerate being beaten a lot, but he doesn't think this boy is so strong that he can get up unexpectedly after so many hard punches, though he gets up tremblingeach time, looking like he is trying his best...

Dalong Luo doesn't know that Zheng Luo feigned a sheer appearance of weakness, a push-will-fall posture. In fact, he is now full of vitality, basking in cool feeling of the warm current washing the body.

Those punching bags see this scene, but in the heart secretly scold that Zheng Luo is an idiot. Since he cannot get up, he should have not forced himself to get up. If not, he could be sent back to rest for a day. But now he got up and got hit, and isn't he a f.u.c.king cheap? Is guy addicted to being a flesh target and enjoys being beaten?

Zheng Luo does not get up for the last time, in fact, he has some desire, and that kind of warm washing body let him be addicted! But he is beaten down again and again, again and again to get up, it is too strong.

If he gets up again, the play might not go on, and there would be people who would suspect him, so he decides... "Let me get beaten tomorrow."

Seeing Zheng Luo cannot get up again, Dalong Luo heart is also relieved. If Zheng Luo can still stand there and fails to be beaten down, he will be completely disgraced . At night, Zheng Luo limps back to the cellar, and when Luo's servants lock the cellar door, he immediately revives.

Today Steward Fang doesn't appear, it's the servant who sends Zheng Luo injury medicine. This time he doesn't take away his injury medicine, it's three in adequate number.

After yesterday's small reprimanding, he is in slience? Zhen Luo shakes his head in disbelief.

He is very clear about the idea of this kind of rat people. He would never give up and now he is brewing a deadly trap in his mind with a view to harming him.

Who cares! As for this kind of little man he should be on guard against, but it is not necessary to take him too seriously. There's always a way.

He throws the three pills away. In his present state, he has no need for the cheap stuff.

After a day of beating, he is in totally dirt. He takes off his clothes, scoops out a big ladle of cold water from the water jar and pours it over his head.

Hubbub...

The clear and transparent cold water pours down from the head, flowing to the ground into a black muddy water, which is mixed with some light white impurities..

When he was beaten, he found out that because of the warm current the impurities were pushed out of his body.

What is the level of flesh?

It is to try out the impurities of the flesh.

What is the level of bone?

It is to try out the impurities of the bone.

What is the level of visceral?

It is ……

The five levels of the body is a process of refining the body. First refine the skin, then the flesh, then the bone and the visceral, from the outside to the inside, step by step, until all the impurities in the spinal cord are cleaned up, the body can be broken through, and life can be sublimated to a higher level of life.

The biggest difference between Zheng Luo and others now is that people need to rely on their own exercises to successfully remove impurities in the body and the process is very slow to acc.u.mulate over time. It takes a few years or decades, even a lifetime.

And what Zheng Luo needs now is to be beaten pa.s.sively, with the warm current that can be compared with the Great Nature Elixir washing himself, which extracts the impurities out of the body!

Compared with other people whose hard work a year can only discharge a little impurity, his speed is more than a hundred times and thousands of times!

Zheng Luo is already at the peak of the level of bone, because he has been a flesh target for two years. As there is no time to practice, the state has been at the peak of the level of flesh.

However, after the beating today, the impurities in his body are washed out. He feels his body seems to have undergone a qualitative change. His body has been pure and incomparable, and in taking a bath just now he has found that in the black impurities there are some pale white impurities.

The impurities removes from the flesh are pure black dirt, and the pale white impurities, which he forces from his bones, are the proof of his entrance to the level of bone!

He removes his iron bed, making room in the cellar, and begins to work his rosewood fists. He is bathed in a purple glow that matched the purple that Peiran Luo had that day.

He throws a punch in the void, and the air suddenly produces a burst of sound.

"Boom!"

The powerful sound waves have created a chaotic flow of air that churned up small objects such as candles and papers in the cellar.

Unfortunately, the cellar was too narrow and there was no stone lock or the stone man that could let him test his strength, and he was afraid of making too much noise, which would catch undue attention.

But it is a sure fact that he is already strong in the level of bone.