Young Martial God

2From the looks of it, this fellow also wanted to refine medicinal Tyrant Bodys.    

    

Ye Zhi thought to himself.    

    

However, wanting to refine the qi of a Tyrant could be said to be extremely difficult. At that time, he only managed to refine it by coincidence.    

    

In the sect, he was the only one who had cultivated the Qi of Tyrant. It was imaginable how difficult it was.    

    

Looking at Gui Chong, Ye Zhi focused his attention and focused on cultivating.    

    

Time flew by. Soon, Gui Chong caught up with Ye Zhi. Each of his moves shook the sky and caused the qi to explode continuously.    

    

"You are Ye Zhi?"    

    

Gui Chong suddenly stopped and stared at Ye Zhi. He said with interest.    

    

Ye Zhi was startled and nodded. "Yes, I am. May I ask senior brother..."    

    

"My name is Gui Chong. I am ranked fourth in the Successor Disciple."    

    

"Gui Chong, ranked fourth in the direct line of descent?" Ye Zhi was shocked.    

    

The third one was Xie Jiang, Xie Han's elder brother. His strength was almost at the High Rank of One Thought Stage realm. Gui Chong was ranked fourth, and his strength was only slightly weaker than Xie Jiang's. His true strength was either at the Middle Rank of One Thought Stage or High Rank of One Thought Stage realm.    

    

"It's Senior Brother Gui. I've heard a lot about him. May I ask if senior brother has cultivated the Qi of Tyrant?" Ye Zhi's eyes were one meter wide as he asked.    

    

Gui Chong shook his head. "No one in our sect can cultivate the Qi of Tyrant. I am no exception. It's just that the technique in the painting is very helpful for the tempering of my body, that's why I'm here. "    

    

So that's how it is.    

    

Ye Zhi suddenly understood.    

    

The thirty-six diagrams corresponded to the thirty-six styles. It was indeed very beneficial for the tempering of the body. Even if one was unable to refine the qi of the Tyrant, after years of practicing the thirty-six diagrams, one's body had become incomparably tough, surpassing that of a martial artist of the same level.    

    

"Junior Brother Ye, I have something to say. I wonder if I should say it or not?" Gui Chong hesitated.    

    

"Don't worry," he said. Ye Zhi held his breath and focused.    

    

"The most important thing is to practice martial arts for a long time. Don't try to pull the seedlings out to help you grow. The difficulty of practicing the Qi of Tyrant is extremely high. It's even more difficult than breaking through to the One Thought Stage or Clear Mind Stage realm."    

    

Gui Chong only reminded Ye Zhi when he saw how strong Ye Zhi was and how he was able to familiarize himself with the moves of the thirty-six diagrams.    

    

Ye Zhi was startled, and a strange expression appeared on his face.    

    

Of course, he could tell that Gui Chong had good intentions, but if Gui Chong found out that he had refined the Qi of Tyrant, what kind of expression would he have?    

    

"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother. I know the pros and cons." Ye Zhi nodded and smiled at Gui Chong's kind reminder.    

    

"I hope I can see you again in two months. Take care of yourself."    

    

He had said everything he needed to say. As for what decision Ye Zhi would make, it had nothing to do with him. Gui Chong smiled slightly. He welcomed the power of desolation and walked deeper.    

    

Staring at Gui Chong's figure, Ye Zhi's eyes moved. "Gui Chong, compared to Xie Han, I don't know how much better he is."    

    

From Gui Chong's eyes and tone, he could tell that he had no ill intentions.    

    

"Successor Disciple is ranked fourth, Gui Chong." Ye Zhi smiled, calmed his mind, and continued to practice.    

    

...    

    

Ever since he discovered the hidden acupoints, Ye Zhi had come to Desolate Cave every day to train.    

    

Days passed...    

    

On the seventh day, Ye Zhi finally felt the time to charge into the acupoints.    

    

The qi and blood in his body were boiling and burning. His qi and blood formed a river, gathering at the first acupoint and bombarding it non-stop.    

    

One, two, three...    

    

During this period of time, Ye Zhi had spent an unknown amount of effort and tried many times. He even felt a sense of defeat. A mere acupoint could not be opened for seven days.    

    

While he was feeling frustrated, a surge of hope welled up in Ye Zhi's heart.    

    

The difficulty was so great. Presumably, it had a great connection with the Tyrant Body. If it succeeded, what kind of effect would it produce?    

    

Bang! Bang!    

    

After a series of attacks, his body seemed like a surging river, and a muffled sound lingered without end.    

    

Bang!    

    

Bang!    

    

Ye Zhi opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. A hint of joy appeared on his pale face.    

    

"I finally succeeded."    

    

Ye Zhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cursed in his heart.    

    

Boom, boom, boom ~    

    

As the acupuncture points were blasted open, the surging qi and blood flowed into the acupuncture points. The acupuncture points absorbed Ye Zhi's qi and blood like a black hole.    

    

Slowly, the joy on Ye Zhi's face stopped, and his face turned paler.    

    

"Oh my god, this is not good."    

    

Ye Zhi moved his body and cursed.    

    

He felt something was wrong. The qi and blood in his body kept flowing into his acupuncture points and even out of his control. His qi and blood rushed out crazily, as if they had been lost. It made Ye Zhi's heart palpitate.    

    

"What the hell? A mere acupoint can absorb so much qi and blood? What is this?" Ye Zhi's expression was stiff.    

    

Breaking open the acupoint consumed a lot of qi and blood. In addition, the number of qi and blood that was sucked into the acupoint was already an astronomical figure.    

    

Ye Zhi did not have time to think about it. He gritted his teeth and persisted. He urged the qi of the Tyrant to flow into his body.    

    

The qi and blood that was consumed was slowly restored with the help of the qi of the Tyrant.    

    

However, his recovery speed could not keep up with the speed of pouring it into his acupuncture points.    

    

"Oh no." Ye Zhi cursed. He wished he could tear the person who taught him how to refine Tyrant Bodys into two halves.    

    

If he really wanted to pass on the knowledge, there were so many ways he could not use it. Why did he have to let others figure it out on their own?    

    

Now that he could not control it, he could only let his blood be devoured.    

    

Time passed in the blink of an eye...    

    

His acupuncture points were like a bottomless pit, swallowing his Qi and blood. Slowly, Ye Zhi's entire body became dispirited and listless. His body trembled, his skin was dim and lusterless.    

    

Bang!    

    

Four hours later, Ye Zhi's body exploded. His qi and blood stopped flowing. A violent fluctuation emerged from his acupuncture points and spread throughout his entire body.    

    

The fist-sized wisp of Tyrant Qi suddenly began to wiggle. Under the fluctuation, it actually increased tremendously. In an instant, it was equivalent to the effect of training for a few days.    

    

"What's going on?"    

    

Ye Zhi opened his mouth and muttered to himself.    

    

At this moment, he was extremely weak. His Qi and blood were about to dry up. All of them were absorbed by his acupuncture points.    

    

He was even thinking about it. That two-hundred-year-old Blood Ganoderma could at most fill two acupoints.    

    

Hu ~    

    

Ye Zhi took a deep breath. A wave of dizziness appeared in front of him. He gritted his teeth and barely managed to hold on. His mind reached the acupoint.    

    

A bright red whirlpool covered his acupuncture point. It seemed very strange.    

    

Gritting his teeth, Ye Zhi activated his acupuncture points.    

    

Bang!    

    

A surge of energy erupted from Ye Zhi's body. It was as violent and violent as the previous one. It was as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.    

    

Ye Zhi's aura had changed. The weakened state he was in earlier was no longer there. Instead, it was replaced by a look of disdain. His eyes were like the flames of the stars. The terrifying energy emitted from his acupuncture points caused him to be stunned.    

    

"This is the power of the acupuncture points!" Ye Zhi cried out in shock.    

    

Although his qi and blood had been depleted, the moment he activated the acupuncture points, he could feel the power of the acupuncture points. The power surprised him.    

    

This power was purely the power of Qi and blood, and it surged through his entire body.    

    

Ye Zhi had a feeling that he could defeat a demon with one punch, and his whole body was full of power.    

    

Goo ~    

    

He swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice, "If you open all 36 acupoints and activate them..."    

    

At that moment, he did not dare to think about it.    

    

After a long time, Ye Zhi recovered from his shock.    

    

"Using all of my qi and blood to open an acupoint is finally worth it." The power of the opening of the acupoints caused Ye Zhi's dispirited heart to rejuvenate, and he was extremely excited.    

    

It turned out that the acupoints were the main points.    

    

With a slight movement of his mind, the power of his flesh and blood returned to the acupoints. Ye Zhi reverted back to his weakened state, and his body swayed in front of him, almost falling to the ground.    

    

"Damn it. His qi and blood are too terrifying. If he opens 36 acupuncture points, he will consume his qi and blood..." A bitter expression appeared on Ye Zhi's face.    

    

He could even imagine that the amount of qi and blood consumed to open 36 acupoints must be a very shocking number.    

    

"I'm afraid that 500-year-old medicinal Blood Ganoderma won't be able to hold on for too long. At most, it can break through one of the acupoints."    

    

Ye Zhi stimulated his spirit energy to replace his qi and blood to support his body as he staggered towards the exit.    

    

He already couldn't hold on any longer.    

    

"There's only one level of spirit water left to recover my blood and Qi. It won't be of much help to me. There's only spirit medicine to nourish my body."    

    

"I wonder how many spirit medicines this sect has?"    

    

Ye Zhi thought to himself and quickly walked out of Desolate Cave.    

    

After resting for a day, Ye Zhi's qi and blood had only recovered a little. His face was pale and he looked ill.    

    

In the main sect, in the pharmacy.    

    

"Successor Disciple, you are Ye Zhi? Injured?" The manager was an old man. He frowned slightly when he saw Ye Zhi's weakened state.    

    

"I used up too much of my qi and blood. That's why I wanted to exchange for some herbs." Ye Zhi smiled bitterly.    

    

"You want to replenish your Vitality..." The old man thought for a moment and said, "On the second floor, the medicinal ginseng, medicinal Blood Ganoderma, and white vines are all used to replenish Vitality."    

    

Ye Zhi's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said respectfully, "Thank you."    

    

"It's okay." The old man waved his hand.    3

    

After entering the second floor of the clinic, Ye Zhi quickly found the herbs the old man had mentioned. The ginseng and the white vine were middle-stage herbs. They were responsible for replenishing one's qi and blood.    

    

As for the medicinal Blood Ganoderma, there were only a hundred years worth of medicinal Blood Ganodermas here, which made Ye Zhi somewhat disappointed.    

    

"A hundred year old medicinal ginseng requires a thousand sect contributions. A two hundred year old medicinal ginseng requires three thousand sect contributions. A hundred year old white vine requires a thousand five hundred sect contributions, and a hundred year old Blood Ganoderma requires two thousand sect contributions."    

    

"F * ck."    

    

Looking at the extremely high price, Ye Zhi took a deep breath.    

    

He thought he was rich and had six thousand sect contributions, but now he wanted to cry.    

    

It seemed that he was very poor.    

    

Ye Zhi estimated that all the sect contributions he had could only be exchanged for three or four spirit medicines.    

    

These herbs could barely last fifteen days.    

    

"Sect contribution points. Looks like I have to make good use of this opportunity to earn sect contribution points."    

    

Ye Zhi smiled helplessly. He picked up two hundred-year-old ginseng, picked up several other spirit medicines, and left the medicine store.    

    

Time passed quickly. Hundred Battle was right in front of him.    

    

The Hundred Battle rarely opened, and every time it opened, it would be very grand and alert the entire sect.    

    

The Hundred Battle this time could be said to be the one with the least suspense in history.    

    

Of course, this was referring to the thoughts of the disciples of the entire sect.    

    

Rising to the One Thought Stage in three months?    

    

Even the elites of the sect who were one in ten thousand felt that this was unbelievable.    

    

From everyone's point of view, Ye Zhi's Hundred Battle would basically end in failure.    

    

This was self-evident.    

    

However, the fact that Ye Zhi seemed to have gotten involved in the matter of becoming a Successor Disciple attracted the disdain of others.    

    

Hence, before the battle even began, the audience was already packed with people.    

    

The Hundred Battle had to fight a hundred times consecutively, and the battle lasted for a few days.    

    

There were a total of 98 inner court disciples plus two medicinal Successor Disciples. 100 people would be registered by the disciples of the sect, and Elder Qin Yue would select them.    

    

In the arena, there were people everywhere. The figures were woven, white clothes, grey clothes, and black clothed disciples gathered together like mountains and rivers.    

    

Many of Ye Zhi's acquaintances had also arrived.    

    

"Xuan, do you think Ye Zhi can succeed in the challenge?" Nangong Qi said with a distressed expression.    

    

They had been in the Tyrant Spirit Sect for more than two months, so they had some understanding of their own sect. The Hundred Battle consisted of a total of 98 inner chambers disciples and two medicinal Successor Disciples.