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"I pay my respects to Master for his benevolence …"
A long sound lingered between the heavens and the earth, forming a supreme concept that shook the heavens as if it was transmitting dao.
"Second bow Master's guide …"
The young man bowed towards the seated Meng xiaotian.
At this moment, it was as if there was the guidance of the heavens' law. At this moment, the Meng xiaotian and the youth formed an unfathomable and unfathomable connection. It was as if the Sovereign of Heaven and Earth's master could never be cut off.
"Third bow Master, take me as your Master …"
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The three successive tolls rang out like the tolling of a bell. This was the highest level of ceremony a person could take on as a master in the cultivation world. All things that they had done were things they had done before, life and death with their master!
"Master, please have some tea!" The young man picked up a cup of tea and respectfully handed it in front of Meng xiaotian.
At this moment, there were no outsiders present, only the master and the disciple. It was as if they had formed an unbreakable bond between the two of them.
"What's your name?" The Meng xiaotian asked kindly.
"Reporting to Master, Disciple's name is Chen Dabao!" The youth said respectfully.
"Great treasure... "Hmm …" "How about this, Master will give you a name, called …" The Meng xiaotian began to ponder.
Big Treasure opened his eyes wide and prayed in his heart, hoping that his Master would give him a cool name!
"Let's call it Chen tianjiao!" Meng xiaotian chuckled.
"To be the pride of the heavens and the earth, the disciple of my Meng xiaotian, must be the pride of the heavens!" From then on, we will follow Master in slashing through brambles and thorns, shaking the cultivation world and traversing the five thousand seven hundred sects! " Meng xiaotian laughed loudly.
"Thank you, Master!" Chen Dabao... No! It was the Chen tianjiao, thanking him.
His heart was filled with yearning and longing for cultivation. At this moment, he even felt that he was about to ascend to the Immortal Realm.
"..."
There was no one in the mountain and no one knew how long it had been since spring. It had already been three to four days since the Meng xiaotian arrived here.
Right now, not only did he recover his cultivation, he also needed to teach this mischievous disciple a bit!
In the mortal world, people like the Chen tianjiao would definitely be experts of their generation, or perhaps the location of a side that was engaged in battle.
However, in the cultivation world, this kind of mischievous nature was the only way to cause trouble, so Meng xiaotian had no choice but to temper himself. This disciple's temper, otherwise, when his cultivation increased in the future, he would definitely cause trouble.
One had to know that in the world of cultivation, those were places where one had to bear a lot of cultivation, and all of them were places where they could be proud and arrogant.
A person could have pride, but they absolutely could not have arrogance! Arrogance would make people admire him, but arrogance was something that could cause others to lose their lives!
"A thousand push-ups, starting now! You are not allowed to eat until you've finished cooking! " The Meng xiaotian spoke harshly, with a stern face, not showing any mercy.
"Master …" Chen tianjiao looked depressed.
"Hmm?" Meng xiaotian glared at him.
"Sigh …" Thus, the Chen tianjiao obediently went to do push-ups.
"One …" Two... Three... "Four …" While doing this, he had to shout out loud to vent out the exhaust from his body as much as possible.
Chen tianjiao's arms were red and swollen, his eyes were filled with an urge to cry but had no tears. He had originally thought that cultivation was just sitting there, just cultivating, and then he would be like his master, able to fly into the sky and flee the earth.0
He recalled the time when his Master had taken him to bathe in the back mountain. The speed when he was riding on a cloud had already made him extremely happy and frightened. But now, this kind of day, he didn't know when it would end!
Meng xiaotian had a straight face. The moment he saw Chen tianjiao being lazy, he waved his hand. At this time, Chen tianjiao's back and buttocks would be covered in blood-red marks, causing him to scream out loud.
"Continue!" Meng xiaotian did not relax.
The reason he was being strict with his disciples was because he wouldn't be killed in battle in the future.
"Master won't let you die at the hands of others. Either you die from exhaustion here, or just persevere on!" Meng xiaotian's words carried a hint of ruthlessness.
He wanted to let this 14 or 15 year old boy know that in this cultivation world, there was no pity, no pity. There was only the bloodshed and the endless bloodshed!
Chen tianjiao clenched his teeth. When he was too tired to practice anything, he immediately thought about the oath he had made and the feeling of riding on a cloud.
However, what he did not realize was that, unknowingly, the formless whip that the Meng xiaotian had whipped on his body would seep a little bit of perfect spirit energy into it. This little bit of perfect spirit energy might not change anything, but after a long period of time, under this perseverance, his body had unknowingly undergone an imperceptible change.
At night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The bright moonlight shone on the youth who was bare-chested, shining on the side of the thatched cottage in the mountain.
The spirit energy in Meng xiaotian's hands surged as he continuously sent it into the large water vat. The large water vat was placed in the middle of the courtyard and at the same time, the young man was enduring the pain.
Under the Meng xiaotian's surging spiritual energy, the water jar was already showing signs of boiling. If it was a normal person, they would have already been boiled long ago.
However, under the protection of Meng xiaotian's cultivation, his body did not receive the slightest bit of damage. Furthermore, he was continuously being protected by his medicinal powers and spirit energy, and the spirit energy entered his body, strengthening his body!
Body refining technique!
This was the cultivation path that the Meng xiaotian had set for their only disciple.
This was because the current Meng xiaotian's cultivation level was not only in the cultivation world, but also at the peak of the eastern pole. He might not be able to compare to those experts at the peak of the Soul Formation stage, but under the peak of the Soul Formation stage, Meng xiaotian could still win with all of his strength.
Moreover, the Meng xiaotian had the system, as long as he used his points to exchange, countless summoning armies would immediately appear, and all sorts of experts would come out, not to mention in his hands, there was even a card for the Venerable Dou Demoness. The higher his cultivation, the more he felt that this Summoning Card was unfathomably profound, so the Meng xiaotian believed that this card would definitely be kept until the time when it was needed the most.
The toughening of the body was the most important part of cultivation. Meng xiaotian had always thought that if one refined their Qi, it would save them a lot of effort, and it would even be better than refining the body.
However, after training his body, he suddenly discovered that the body refining technique was truly vast and profound!
In fact, Meng xiaotian felt that the spread of the body refining technique was even longer than qi training.
At the same time, the pain caused by a physical body beating was not something an ordinary person could endure.
Although Chen tianjiao was a mortal, his physical body was very strong, much better than ordinary mortals. Furthermore, he had Meng xiaotian providing him with perfect spiritual power, so this kind of cultivation would not bring him any harm.
On the contrary, because of Meng xiaotian's perfect spiritual energy, his physical body would be much more sensitive than ordinary people. One must know that Meng xiaotian's sensitivity towards spiritual energy was due to his talent, which was able to change one's talent!
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