Although Zuo Qingcang's spirit could support him for several days and nights of training, his body obviously could not support this kind of training that exceeded his current limits.
The so-called training, in the end, was nothing more than an adaptation process of destruction and then repair. Every time a muscle fiber was broken, every time a tendon was damaged, it had to be supplemented with nutrition and the cultivation of the human body. Only then could it grow stronger and become stronger.
Therefore, in the following days, Zuo Qingcang's time was filled with four things: sleeping, eating, practicing martial arts, and learning about Taoist techniques. He was like a newborn baby. After coming to this world and getting a temporary place to live, he began to crazily absorb all the nutrients that were beneficial to him and then grew stronger.
The speed of his growth was beyond the old man's expectations again and again.
First of all, because of the rich spiritual power contained in the dwarf spirit, Zuo Qingcang's Innate Qi could be replenished to the greatest extent every time he trained, which greatly accelerated his growth. As for the other parts of Zuo Qingcang's body, every muscle that was trained, because of the existence of spiritual power, was constantly accelerating the repair of tendons and fibers.
But what made the old man even more shocked was Zuo Qingcang's willpower.
Those who had been to the gym or participated in sports training would know that the training effect was completely different with or without a coach by your side urging you on.
This was because as long as one was human, there would be laziness. Often, they would need someone to spur them on to train to the limit. For example, when a person was training alone, reaching seven or eight might be the limit, but with a coach by his side, he could reach nine or ten. And training, especially physical training, only when one reached the limit and broke through the limit each time would the effect be the best.
But every time one broke through the limit, it was a battle of the whole body. The whole body, every muscle, every organ, and every cell would tell you that you should stop and rest. What you needed to do was to withstand the pain and fatigue in your head and then persevere until you broke through the limit.
But Zuo Qingcang's brain seemed to be completely unaware of things like fatigue and pain. He was like a tireless machine, squeezing every bit of strength out of himself and consuming every trace of vitality in his cells every day.
Five months had passed, but the old man still did not see a trace of boredom and irritation on his face. What the old man did was not to spur him on, but to remind him to pay attention to rest, to prevent overload from training and leaving irreversible injuries on his body.
While training, Zuo Qingcang also learned all kinds of knowledge about this world from the old man. Of course, it was mainly knowledge about Taoist techniques, especially the materials of Taoist techniques. This learning not only improved his understanding of Taoist techniques, but also the attacks of Taoist priests.
For example, the bottles and jars he found with the Divine Mirror of Flame were all left in the base. But based on his memory, he had some guesses about what kind of Daoist materials were in the bottles, and what their effects and characteristics were based on the knowledge the old man told him. However, perhaps it was because he wanted to keep his guard up, he did not tell the old man about this.
The old man was also surprised by Zuo Qingcang's speed of improvement in all aspects.
'This kind of self-control is unheard of …' For some reason, looking at Zuo Qingcang who was training, resting, and eating precisely like a robot, a chill suddenly rose in the old man's heart, 'To think that he has this kind of endurance. In such a dark place, even if they know that the corpse of the dwarf spirit is a Heavenly Treasure, how many people would be able to hold themselves back and train like this for five months?'
The Heavenly Treasure level spiritual food, the unprecedented iron will, the deep sleep technique, the true martial arts of the Southern Sacred Gate, and the old man's patient guidance caused Zuo Qingcang to increase the intensity of his training time and time again. He broke through the limits of his strength, explosiveness, and endurance time and time again. There were countless times when he was close to the limit of his body breaking down, but he slowed down before that happened.
Therefore, the training that would only take one week on Earth to tire a person to death and cause their body to break down completely became a daily routine for Zuo Qingcang in the ancient tomb. The strength of his body also improved rapidly under this kind of training. The Innate Qi in his chest also grew at an astonishing speed.
With a rumbling sound, a thunderous sound appeared in the tomb, as if thunder had struck out of nowhere.
That was the sound produced by Zuo Qingcang's fist tearing through the air. Following his following movements, every punch and every kick would cause a strong gust of wind. Even when they hit the walls of the tomb, there would be a crackling sound.
In the old man's psionic vision, Zuo Qingcang's chest, stomach, waist, and back seemed to be covered with a flaming armor. Crimson red spiritual power kept on radiating out from Zuo Qingcang's body like a huge fireball. Even the old man could feel a hint of heat from where he was standing.
That was Zuo Qingcang's Xiantian Qi. Through extreme hellish training over the past five months, Zuo Qingcang relied on his spiritual power, food, and inhuman willpower to connect all the Xiantian Qis in his chest, abdomen, ribs, waist, lower back, back, shoulders, and other parts of his torso.
Right now, each of Zuo Qingcang's punches and kicks contained tremendous power. He could clearly sense that regardless of whether it was his strength, speed, explosive prowess, or endurance, he had surpassed the so-called Olympic champions in his previous life. Even his resistance to attacks, if an ordinary person were to hit his chest, stomach, or back with an iron rod or a wooden stick, he would be completely immune to these kinds of injuries.
This kind of combat power had far surpassed the power that Zuo Qingcang possessed in his previous life. He believed that with his current skills, dozens of ordinary people would not be able to get close to him.
In the tomb, there was a series of rumbling sounds. Every time Zuo Qingcang stepped on the blue bricks, there would be a loud noise. The whole tomb shook because of this, and the blue bricks on the ground seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and were about to shatter and explode.
After a cloud of dust rose into the air, the entire scene looked like a human-shaped Gundam was wreaking havoc.
The old man coughed again and again, waving his hand to sweep away the dust and shouted, "Stop, stop, do you want to tear this place down?!"
The shaking stopped, and a white breath was blown out from Zuo Qingcang's mouth. Like a gust of wind, it blew all the dust into the tunnel, revealing Zuo Qingcang's current appearance.
Today, Zuo Qingcang's body did not look as strong as five months ago. It could even be said that he was thin and weak. Only his eyes were as bright as the stars.
This was because of the purity of his spiritual energy and the hellish training. Now, most of the fat on his body had been used up, leaving behind only the most essential muscles.
And the part of his body that had connected with the Xiantian Qi had strengthened his tendons to an unimaginable extent. Every muscle fiber could stretch and stretch several times more than before, causing his muscles to contract even more fiercely. This made him look thinner than usual, but in fact, his body was stronger than before.
Zuo Qingcang clenched his fists slightly, and a series of crisp sounds of bones hitting each other could be heard from his arms. He said indifferently, "This Northern Roc Descends from the Heavens is indeed an amazing true martial art. I estimate that in a few more months, I will be able to connect with the Xiantian Qi throughout my body. At that time, when I practice the technique of moving tendons and breaking bones, my physical strength will increase explosively again."
"That's right, this Southern Holy Gate's Qi Cultivation Technique is unique and far surpasses the true martial arts that he has practiced before." The old man sighed. "He has trained more parts of his body, allowing the Xiantian Qi to connect to almost every inch of his muscles. When he has achieved great success in Qi Cultivation, his entire body will be connected with the Xiantian Qi, and his strength will also far surpass that of other cultivators of the same level. This will build a solid foundation for his future cultivation. "
There was one more thing that the old man didn't say. Although this cultivation technique was powerful, it was more meticulous and complicated, so it required more effort and effort. To be able to cultivate it to this level in just five months, it was definitely not something that could be explained by ordinary resources, talent, and hard work.
The old man looked at Zuo Qingcang and thought to himself, 'He's really … a monster among monsters.
'If I were to let you leave this place, what kind of chaos would you stir up in this world?'
"Although your four limbs are still fine, it's not that easy to connect the Xiantian Qi in your head and lower body," the old man said. "Now that your strength has improved greatly, when do you plan to go down?"
The old man continued to speak and checked the two burglary holes in the burial chamber, as well as the gaps in the passageway that might lead to the lower levels of the tomb. For the past few months, although Zuo Qingcang had been practicing the Purgatory Style of Martial Arts, he had not checked any of the three passageways that led to the lower levels.
The old man had urged him a few times, and today, he could not help but ask again.
"No hurry." Zuo Qingcang stretched his muscles and said slowly, "I feel that I still have room for improvement. I haven't reached a bottleneck in my martial arts training. Let me train for a while more before we talk about it."
Seeing Zuo Qingcang's neither arrogant nor impatient manner, the old man was a little depressed. "You still want to train? Do you really like this dark ancient tomb so much? Aren't you anxious at all? "
"Of course I want to go out. But neither of us have been down there before. No one knows how dangerous it is. " Zuo Qingcang said lightly, "Human beings are very fragile creatures. We need a lot of time to rest and relax in a day. We need air, food, and water. Any slight change in air flow, temperature, terrain change, and even a small accident or trap can easily kill us."
"Especially in such a dangerous place, accidents are endless." Zuo Qingcang said, "So before I reach a bottleneck that is difficult to break through, I won't go down there."
"We may very well only have one chance. Only when we have more power can we better protect ourselves. "
Zuo Qingcang did not mention one thing. There were treasures and rare manuals here, but life was a little boring. If he did not reach a bottleneck, he would even be willing to practice martial arts here until he reached the Advanced Level of Martial Arts.
After listening to Zuo Qingcang's words, the old man did not insist on going down. He could only continue to suppress the anxiety in his heart and wait. However, in such a despairing environment, it was impossible for him to cultivate with all his might like Zuo Qingcang, be it mentally or physically.
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