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Of course, the martial arts realm of Yanmo Shengzi is higher than that of Zuo Zhicheng, but the two have different martial arts concepts. One regards martial arts as the sublimation of life and a lifelong pursuit, while the other regards martial arts as one of many tools.

However, knowing that Zuo Zhicheng's martial arts philosophy is different from himself, the Holy Son of Yanmo didn't say much, because this is not something that can convince others by just speaking.

Zuo Zhicheng looked through the martial arts secrets of Wan Gui Minghan Claw in his hand, and asked, "By the way, after going out, you must have a title. You can't always call him the Holy Son of Yanmo?"

The Holy Son of Yanmo closed his eyes: "Well, the name... you can just call it whatever you want, I don't care."

Zuo Zhicheng nodded: "Since that's the case, let me think about it." He closed the secret book in his hand, and his eyes turned, as if he was thinking of a name for the other party.

"I know two people, who are similar to you, one is called Sun Wukong and the other is called Vegeta. How about you call Sun Wutat?"

The Holy Son of Yanmo opened his eyes and looked at Zuo Zhicheng coldly. Zuo Zhicheng smiled and said, "Don't like it? Then I know two martial arts men, one is Dugu Qiubai and the other is Ouyang Feng. Why not be your name is Dugu Feng?"

"The name Dugu Qiubai is good." When he heard this name, the eyes of the Holy Son of Yanmo lit up.

However, Zuo Zhicheng denied it: "The name is so arrogant, it is too easy to attract attention. It's called Dugu Feng."

The Holy Son of Yanmo glanced at him and did not refute it anymore. He couldn't refute it now. After all, the situation was stronger than that of a human. Zuo Zhicheng could kill him with one hand now, and even if he called him Goudan, he could only recognize it. Compared to the name Dugu Feng is much better.

After that, Zuo Zhicheng helped the Holy Son of Yanmo, now Dugu Feng, to a bookshelves, lean against a bookshelves, and began to read the rows of martial arts secrets on the bookshelf of Hell Gate.

From the most basic martial arts of practicing Qi, to the profound method of practicing virtuality, he looked through them one by one and recited them silently in his heart.

Moreover, he not only recited many martial arts. He even started practicing on the spot, and saw him holding a booklet with one hand and pinching it into a fist mark with the other hand. As he moved his strength, his muscles stirred, and his qi and blood were constantly condensed and reunited. His whole hand became red, and he swelled and contracted with the beating of his heart. It was as if he had become a heart.

This is Hell Nirvana. A sect leader of the Hell Sect combines the breathing method in the Hell Soul-washing Sutra with the method of breathing and nourishing qi from the righteous sect. It is a method to control the exertion of force, vomit and absorb new things by changing breathing, blood, and heartbeat, and improve the body.

It can be said that it is one of the few martial arts that can be used to kill people and to protect the body.

Originally, Zuo Zhicheng's foundation of martial arts was the Beipeng Climbing Heaven Style of the Southern Holy Gate. But even the Beipeng Climbing Heaven Style could not be trained to every corner of the body. Most of the many martial arts of the Hell Gate overlap with the Beipeng Climbing Heaven Style, but there are some parts, such as the hell Nirvana in front of you, which can be trained to some of the Beipeng Climbing Heaven Styles that cannot be trained to the subtleties of the body.

It can be said that after he studied all the martial arts of Hell Gate and practiced it, it was equivalent to replenishing his body again, making his body more perfect and more perfect. It has great benefits for grasping the human body and increasing physical strength again.

One hour later...

Two hours later...

Six hours later...

Zuo Zhicheng was like an extremely greedy black hole, madly absorbing the martial arts of Hell Gate one by one. He saw his legs flashing and jumping, bringing up a series of shadows and appearing on the ground.

It looked like a dozen Zuo Zhicheng appeared at the same time.

Dugu Feng opened his eyes and looked at it. This was the peerless body technique for reincarnation of the Hell Gate, and he fought for the subtleties at a critical moment. And he could see at a glance that Zuo Zhicheng was not just learning simply, but wanted to integrate this peerless body technique into his martial arts.

He was splitting the reincarnation one by one, trying to integrate the skills of explosion, effort, etc. into his shadow domain air flash, and once again increasing the power of the shadow domain air flash.

‘This kid…’ Dugu Feng said in his heart: ‘He has no enthusiasm for martial arts at all, but this guy’s self-discipline is simply a pervert. He does not like martial arts, but thinks martial arts are very useful to him and can spend a lot of time doing things he doesn’t like.

I wonder if he would have become stronger if he could eat shit for ten years.

However, this adaptability and adaptability may really be able to integrate different true meanings of martial arts and create a true meaning of martial arts that belongs to him alone.’

So Zuo Zhicheng kept reading the martial arts secrets of the Hell Gate in the secret treasures of the Hell Gate and absorbing the essence of martial arts. In addition, the Saint Son of Yanmo Dugu Feng was by his side. He could get answers from Dugu Feng whenever he encountered any questions.

One day, two days, three days...

Time flies, and Zuo Zhicheng has not even eaten or slept. **At this point, eating and sleeping is no longer a necessary thing. Even if he doesn't sleep for a month, he can be energetic and full of energy.

As for food, the energy retained by the light of the psychic furnace alone was enough for several years to avoid eating or drinking. Instead, Dugu Feng was weak and had to eat.

However, Zuo Zhicheng naturally could not waste his time preparing food for him, so he only drips a few drops of green spiritual blood to feed Dugu Feng every day.

The green spiritual blood in his body was created by the energy absorbed by the psychic furnace, and it contains very rich nutritional value. Basically, a few drops were enough for Dugu Feng to consume in one day.

Even the energy provided by this spiritual blood accelerated the improvement of Dugu Feng's injury. After all, even if his realm of practicing emptiness is gone, his control and quality of the ** is still there. After sufficient nutrition, he recovered his **'s injuries in just a few days.

However, the broken arms and broken spine are not so easy to recover. No matter how you supplement nutrition, Dugu Feng is already a disabled person and it is impossible for him to regenerate broken limbs by himself.

In his eyes, Zuo Zhicheng's nature became more and more terrifying. For ten days, he read, recited, and practiced his skills day and night. This kind of self-control was extremely terrifying.

You should know that even when he is in seclusion, he cannot do something day and night for ten days and twenty-four hours. After all, people are human beings, and they must be free and tight. When the Holy Son of Yanmo is in seclusion, he must relax for at least ten minutes every day, half an hour, empty, drink tea, eat some food, etc.

Relax the tense nerves underneath and the tired brain under rest, but Zuo Zhicheng looked like he didn't need this function at all. A non-human feeling appeared in the heart of the Holy Son of Yanmo.

Ten days passed, Zuo Zhicheng recited all the secrets without any reservation, and practiced all the martial arts he thought were valuable. On the morning of the tenth day, his eyes opened, as if there was a sea of ​​swords and fire, and the hell of thousands of ghosts cried and howling was reflected in his pupils.

Even the Holy Son of Yanmo now doesn’t know how far his martial arts realm is from the Dharma image.

Zuo Zhicheng opened his palm and a divine light sword appeared in his hand. Then, a few swishes, a waterfall like a rain of light spread around Zuo Zhicheng. He ignited a sword and cut all the secrets around him into pieces.

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