This kind of life is naturally boring, but Qin Yan is willing to enjoy it. He spends almost all his time practicing, except for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating every day!

Even if you sleep, it will only take two or three hours. The rest of the time will be practiced. The three styles of ant demon, namely, ants moving, ant demon biting, and formation defense.

The name is ordinary and the moves are ordinary. Although the great way is simple, Qin Yan has practiced for several days and can't see any subtle changes in these moves, and even the martial arts of mortals are not as good as those of ordinary people.

To be not discouraged is a deception. There is no progress in the whole half month. If someone else has changed, he might give up. There is a saying that if a tree is moved to death, and a person is moved to life. Seeing that this road is not working, why should he hang himself on a tree stupidly?

After all, for the past eight thousand years, except for the ancestor named Zhu, many geniuses have tried it, but they all returned in vain. Instead of wasting their efforts, it is better to choose a martial arts secret book again. Although learning martial arts is not as promising as cultivating immortals, it is much better than wasting time in vain.

This is the idea of ​​a normal person, but Qin Yan has a very stubborn personality, which is the kind of person who can't even pull back even if he is a nine-headed cow.

If he is willing to compromise and give up, he will not be willing to use his life to bet. He regards glory and wealth as nothing, and only wants to stay in the immortal gate.

If there is no effect for half a month, then continue practicing. As the saying goes, as long as the skill is deep, the iron rod will be ground into a needle, Qin Yan will be competing with a resilience, just like Yugong moving a mountain, and he will not be too greedy. He will continue to practice the boring three styles of ant demon over and over again.

Just like that, a month passed without realizing it.

...

Although Qin Yan practiced hard, he was not a nerd who turned a blind eye to the things outside the window. As time went by, he gradually understood the affairs of the Immortal Sect.

Especially for the outer disciples.

How to say it, although they are nominally disciples of immortals, the Luoxue Sect is actually the idea of ​​using waste, so they will not invest in them.

These people have poor qualifications, no resources, and no guidance from their elders. It is naturally difficult to make their mark.

If at the beginning, there were still people who were dissatisfied and hoped to be promoted to an inner disciple through hard work, then as time went by, the cruel reality wiped out such ambition. It cannot be said that no one has ever succeeded, but at least for the past thousand years, there has not even been a positive example.

Time is a killer. When people lose their thoughts and their ambitions are gone, they become decadent one by one. Now there are 360 ​​outer disciples in the Immortal Sect, and there are a lot of them, but they are dead. Few people will meditate and practice every day, and more than 90% are just eating and waiting to die.

Therefore, Qin Yan's efforts became very alternative, especially his own conditions were not as good as ordinary outer disciples. Others, at best, had poor qualifications and did not enter the magic eye of the immortal sect, but had spiritual roots, and could always sense the vitality between heaven and earth to practice.

And he didn't even have a spiritual root, but he was lying in the immortal sect. There was not much fun in the mountains. He had long been exposed about Qin Yan's birth and how he was disqualified and spread among the outer disciples. Most people looked at him with gloating. A guy born in a poor family really thought he could go against the will of heaven, and he chose the famous waste technique and body refining. It's a joke. So many genius disciples have wasted their future. Could it be that you thought you could create a way to counterattack?

What a fool!

Qin Yan did not take everyone's ridicule and contempt. He was born in poverty and had enough of rolling his eyes since childhood, otherwise he would not have had such a strong desire to cultivate immortality.

He didn't need anyone to understand, nor did he need anyone to comfort him. This time he was deprived of the opportunity to open the spirit by the immortal sect leader, which made him understand that if he had no strength, he would be useless to shout loudly.

No one in the world of immortal cultivation will sympathize with a weak person. The best way to make these guys shut up is to become stronger and then step on them.

So whether they are treated as fools or fools, Qin Yan doesn't care. He is now focused on everything and only hopes to gain something by practicing the Ant Demon Power Fist.

But things went against his wishes. After a month, he stayed asleep and practiced the three ant demon styles tens of thousands of times. He had reached the point of being extremely familiar, but there was still no progress.

Well, I can't say that he has gained nothing. With such strength in his cultivation, he can do the Five Animal Show, which can also strengthen his body.

Over the past month, Qin Yan's body has become much stronger and there is no trace of fat on his body. In addition, although the Immortal Sect does not provide a spiritual stone offering, the daily meals are good, with enough wine and meat.

In this way, Qin Yan's face became rosy, his qi and blood were strong, and his body was much better than when he was eating braised vegetables at home.

But he became more and more anxious. When he went up the mountain, he was seventeen years and three months old. Now he wasted another month. That was enough to be eight months away from his eighteen years old. It can be said that he was very urgent. Can he really find a way to regain the opportunity to enlighten the spirit?

It is said that a man will conquer nature. He has an ordinary background and a lower starting point than others. He will make up for it with ten or a hundred times hard work. He is not afraid of suffering. He can survive no matter how hard he is, but how can he overcome this situation where there is no hope?

Qin Yan was also a little confused.

Looking up at the sky, it was noon before I knew it. Qin Yan sighed and decided to go to the kitchen hall for dinner first. He would not give up anyway, but if he wanted to practice, he had to be full before he could have the strength.

...

The dining hall was still as lively as usual. The outer disciples had no hope for the future, and most of them were eating and waiting to die, so they were particularly active every time they had meals.

Fortunately, the hall is spacious enough, with a table sitting around a good person, and an introverted mat, so they are casual according to their own preferences.

Qin Yan's arrival attracted a lot of attention as usual. Almost everyone looked at him mockingly, and some said, "Junior Brother Qin, how is the progress?"

"I heard that the physical exercise you learned is unique and not as good as the third-rate kung fu in the world. Why not give me a demonstration?"

"Haha, Senior Brother Zhou, you are wrong. Junior Brother Qin is thinking about counterattacking. Maybe he will become an inner sect or even a true disciple at any time. Why don't you hug your thighs?"

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Chapter completed!