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Defeat after failure, however, did not cause Ling Jian to compromise. On the contrary, it caused his eyes to become even more determined.

Failed.

Another failure.

Another failure!

"… …"

It wasn't until the night of the second day that Ling Jian finally refined the Poison dispelling pill.

This was the first batch of pills that he had managed to concoct in this world.

At this time, he was already exhausted. His face was covered with poison, and there were black veined patterns on it. It was obvious that the poison had been completely triggered.

"I've finally succeeded!"

Ling Jian excitedly grabbed a medicinal pill and carefully examined it, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. Although the process of refining the pill for the first time wasn't an easy one, it was still clear to him who was familiar with the process. This was without a doubt, the poison dispelling pill.

Gulp.

Ling Jian stood up and punched out a set of "Shaolin Divine Fist". It was so powerful that it borrowed the force from the punch to stimulate the blood in his body to quickly absorb the pill.

In less than half an hour, Ling Jian's entire body was boiling with blood. A little black and viscous liquid flowed out from the surface of his body, and gradually fell down along his body.

"The effects of the poison has started to dissipate!"

The changes that had occurred to his body also caused Ling Jian to be overjoyed. Soon after, the speed at which he was boxing became even more frequent, and the black liquid and viscous toxins that appeared on his body also increased in number. Gradually, his body was covered by a layer of black, viscous, mud like substance.

In less than two hours, Ling Jian's white robe had already turned completely black, the smell was like manure, it was extremely unpleasant, and the poison that had been hiding in his body for the past ten years, was not weak either. However, Ling Jian did not care at all, and was instead ecstatic.

"Alright, just like that."

Following the elimination of the poison from his body, Ling Jian could clearly feel a series of powerful changes happening to his physical attributes. His vital energy and blood were undoubtedly stronger than before, his muscles and bones were powerful, his meridians were sturdy, and were crystal clear, and the poison was slowly dissipating.

In the end, Ling Jian could even feel his breath, as if he was swallowing the heavens and taking the earth.

"Bam!"

The muscles all over Ling Jian's body tensed up, and with a sudden explosion, all of the poison that remained on his body flew out. Even his robe was quite a bit shattered by the force of the explosion.

When he executed the Shaolin Godly Fist, there was no longer any feeling of stagnation.

"Bam."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and an unsuitable sound was heard.

Immediately afterwards, the door was forcefully opened.

"Ling Jian, what are you doing!?" Ling Jian, what are you doing!

A clean and tidy white daoist robe You Chen angrily walked in, her hands on her hips as she angrily glared at Ling Jian.

You Chen, the disciple of the second elder, You Tianxuan. During the years that Ling Jian had been reduced to trash, she had bullied his body quite a bit.

In the Qing-Yun Sect, disciples lived in the east side of the Qing-Yun Sect. Generally, there were no special circumstances. The disciples would cultivate in the east side of the Qing-Yun Sect, and would occasionally come to the training grounds in the south side.

As for those who were able to stay at their residences to cultivate, they would usually want to meditate and cultivate in order to break through to the next realm.

After Ling Jian finished digesting these memories, he then glanced at You Chen. Seeing the look of anger on her face, he could roughly guess what she was thinking.

"What did you do?" It's just practicing fist techniques? " Ling Jian smiled weakly, obviously extremely indifferent.

"What is this?" You Chen's eyes froze as she looked dazedly at the dirt on the ground, frowning at Ling Jian.

"On me? "What, you have an objection?" Ling Jian chuckled as he turned around and put the crucible away.

However, he did not know that his action of minding his own business had caused You Chen's expression to instantly darken.

"Ling Jian, you actually want to refine pills to dispel the poison? "Haha, I'm really going to die from laughter. Look at how much you've done to yourself." You Chen's gaze was filled with ridicule and she could not help but glance at the other party. When she saw the filth on his body and the stench, she retched, "If I'm not wrong, your current appearance is the result of the explosion, right?"

"He's just a good-for-nothing, yet he still wishes to refine pills to dispel the poison. You should consider how to resolve this major issue in a few days!"

In their world, pill concocting was extremely difficult. The Qing-Yun Sect was not good at concocting pills, and he clearly thought that Ling Jian was fooling around.

You Chen laughed out loud. Looking at Ling Jian's current appearance, he was originally full of anger, but now he did not even have the interest to touch Ling Jian. He was afraid that if he did, his hands would get dirty.

After he had finished speaking, he even walked towards the door indifferently.

"Stop, who are you calling trash?"

Ling Jian's angry shout came from behind her as his voice was like thunder, causing You Chen's expression to change slightly. It was obvious that she was stunned for a moment by the sudden burst of aura from his opponent.

"You belittled people and you want to leave? How could it be so easy? "

Ling Jian let out a sneer as his figure dashed forward. In a few steps, he appeared in front of You Chen. He clenched his fingers into a fist and punched at the latter's chest. There seemed to be a slight rush of wind.

"Pah!"

Seeing Ling Jian's fist full of power, You Chen was slightly stunned, but she only sneered and did not dodge. Instead, she stood on the spot, slightly extending her palm and directly clashing with Ling Jian's fist.

Ling Jian sneered in his heart, feeling quite satisfied with the other party's carelessness.

How could the Shaolin Godly Fist be unarmed?

Even if he hadn't recovered the strength of the third stage of martial arts from his previous life, this punch was enough to display the offensive power of the third stage of martial arts!

The sound of fists and palms colliding rang out. Faintly, sparks flew in all directions, and in the next moment, You Chen felt a dangerous and domineering force travel from his palm to his arm, violently shaking his body.

Bang bang!

When You Chen realized that it was already too late, she circulated her energy to resist, but the shock was so great that there was no way she could believe it. The young sect master Ling Jian's power had become unusually fierce, and the force of his punch was like a tiger smashing into his chest, directly blowing him away.

Crack *

You Chen's body, which was lying on the bed, landed directly on the ground. She was in a miserable state, with a gloomy face and a dirty face, looking as miserable as possible. With an unbelievable look in her eyes, she suddenly jumped up, stared at Ling Jian, and cried out, "Third stage of the Martial Dao?!" "How is this possible …