The Red Venerable's mood was terrible, and for several days in a row, his subordinates didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

  Kong Da was killed, and when the news reached his ears, he almost doubted whether he had misheard. Kong Da was best at hiding and sneaking around, never losing his hand, and this time it was just a reconnaissance mission, which should not have been very dangerous.

  He was shocked and regretful in his heart. Shocked that the strength of this group exceeded his imagination. Regrettable that with Kong Da's death, the combined attack formation of the three members of the Kong family would lose half its power.

  He also wants to know how to comfort Kong Er and Kong San, as his elder brother has passed away. Can the two brothers be willing to let bygones be bygones?

  He had just managed to placate the two of them with great difficulty, and all they needed to do was hold on for another month...

  Zuo Mo stood outside the warehouse, which was like a huge furnace. Soft and serene emerald green light seeped through the walls. Within three zhang, there wasn't even a hint of scorching heat; the green light was so gentle it couldn't be associated with flames at all.

  This shows that the fire array was set up very successfully, and every thread of firepower is under control. Zuo Mo's heart is very satisfied, and he himself is a little surprised to be able to achieve this step. Precise control over every thread of spiritual power is one of the ultimate goals of any array master. However, this is only theoretical value, and it is impossible to achieve in actuality. For example, if Zuo Mo's fire array were completely precisely controlled, it would only require a single fourth-grade crystal stone, rather than three.

  The fire array needs to last for three days and three nights, fortunately, it doesn't require Lu Mo to stay by its side.

  A distant, ear-piercing scream like the slaughter of pigs came from the campsite. Zuo Mo patted his head in annoyance, having forgotten to add a soundproofing spell array outside the sword array. But thinking about it, he dismissed this idea, after all, apart from the noise, there was no other harm.

  Let Gong Sun handle the camp affairs.

  He had the "Tianbo Fist Manual" for some time, but it was quite a challenge to practice. The fist manual and sword manual were very different, he had never practiced before, and needed to start from the basics. Zongru was called again, when he found out that he was going to teach the big boss how to practice the fist manual, he was taken aback.

  Most people who practice fist intent are in the Suspended Void Realm, and Kunlun is a sword repair sect. The boss's sword intent cultivation is not low, how can he think of practicing fist intent? However, he didn't ask much, just did his best, what he learned was no secret, and being able to cultivate to the Condensed Pulse stage mostly relied on his extraordinary willpower.

  However, the boss's progress was so rapid that he was left speechless.

  In just a few days, the set of boxing techniques was already well-practiced in Boss's hands, although there were still some imperfections. The speed at which he picked it up was quite frightening. "Tianbo Boxing Techniques" was the technique he had practiced the most and also the one he understood the deepest. This set of boxing techniques wasn't complicated, on the contrary, it could even be considered simple, but simplicity didn't mean it was easy. It required extremely high physical strength from the practitioner, taking a path that was straightforward without many fancy moves. In the Empty Sky Realm, many cultivators who had been practicing for years couldn't cultivate it to the deepest level.

  Behind the fist formula, there is a special section on bone and body training. Generally, beginners need to start from here.

  The boss's physique is surprisingly robust! Zong Ru was shocked, but couldn't help feeling a bit puzzled. The boss looked very thin, but didn't have any characteristics of having a strong physique at all.

  It's probably because the boss is talented, he has some envy in his heart.

  Cultivation without a sect is even worse than scattered cultivation, and the days are extremely bitter. Cultivating the body requires many spiritual medicines, with the saying that seven parts of the heart method and three parts of medicine can be seen as important. However, spiritual medicines are expensive, and sect cultivators are better off being supplied by their sects. Those without a sect are pitiful. Before condensing the pulse, apart from relying on brute force, there's nothing else to rely on, and one can only do hard labor.

  Zongru quickly adjusted his mentality. His cultivation methods and fist techniques were quite ordinary, which also made him look like he wasn't standing out in any particular area. However, no one knew that the effort he put into meditation was extremely deep, which was also the most important reason why he could cultivate to the level of condensing his pulse. It has to be said that this is where meditation surpasses others - anyone can cultivate meditation, it's easy to learn and doesn't require any additional expenses, as long as you can cultivate enough effort, you can cultivate to the level of condensing your pulse.

  A cultivator with deep and solid Zen skills has an unyielding will that is extremely difficult to shake, and the power of illusions and the like is greatly reduced against them.

  Zongru was very open and his version of the "Tianbo Quan Jue" was not complete, with many unique aspects that he had come to understand through his own meditation and practice, which he also taught to others.

  Apart from the fact that he was banned, this period under the boss was a comfortable time for him. Every day, he only needed to cultivate and fight two battles, without having to worry about anything else. The distribution of spoils was also very fair, and the boss was the most generous among all the big bosses he had experienced.

  What truly made him feel irresistible was Fu Zhen's formation!

  Others may think differently, but in his view, these three talismans were tailor-made for meditation. Because the realm of body refinement was not enough, he had broken through the condensation, but had not cultivated into a spiritual power. But now with these three talismans, he had confidence that within a year, he could cultivate into a spiritual power.

  Everyone secretly suspected that the boss must have other tricks up his sleeve.

  Zongru didn't like to fight, but he wasn't a fool either. He had his own advantages and wouldn't leave even if forced. It wasn't just him; many other cultivators without a sect or school shared the same thoughts. They knew better than anyone else about the hardships of being without a sect or school.

  The world has changed. In the past, as long as they didn't have much ambition, with their condensed cultivation, in a place like Xiaoshan Boundary, it was enough to live a leisurely and carefree life. But now, if you haven't reached the Golden Dan period, wandering around alone is no different from seeking death.

  These days, finding a good boss is not an easy thing.

  Zuo Mo didn't know that Zong Ru had so many thoughts in his mind, he was wholeheartedly cultivating the "Heavenly Wave Fist Scripture". Zong Ru's attainments in the "Heavenly Wave Fist Scripture" were deeper than he imagined, and many places pointed out to him brought him great benefits.

  He carefully savored the changes of spiritual energy within his body, and suddenly he had an epiphany.

  He has now reached the second level of mountain body, his body looks thin but is actually strong and solid, making him extremely suitable for "Tianbo Fist". The moves of "Tianbo Fist" are simple yet contain a hint of mystery. "Tianbo Fist" can mobilize the cultivator's spiritual energy throughout their entire body in an instant, gathering momentum through the meridians in both arms to unleash a powerful strike. However, this also places extremely high demands on the cultivator's physical body; otherwise, after several cycles of gathering momentum and unleashing spiritual energy, the meridians and body will be torn apart.

  The spiritual energy inside the body gathered for five weeks, surging and bursting forth like a thunderbolt. Standing with legs apart in a horse stance, he let out a loud cry, raised his hand and punched out with a deafening crash!

  A cluster of emerald green solid fist aura, shot out from the hand, the fist aura rapidly expanded in mid-air, like a fierce tiger bursting out of its cage, a shrill whistle suddenly rose!

  Zong Ru's pupils suddenly dilated, and he secretly felt a chill in his heart. This punch already had the power of eight parts of his full force! But how long had he cultivated, and how long had Boss cultivated...

  Zuo Mo polished out a bit of flavor, the key to this boxing technique wasn't the amount of spiritual energy, but rather the number of times it reversed and counter-attacked! The more times the Zhou Tian circulated, the longer the momentum was stored, the greater the power of the punch!

  He suddenly became excited, having just spent five consecutive Sundays gathering momentum, his meridians trembling but without too intense a reaction.

  Maybe I can increase the number of reversals a bit more?

  With a thought, the spiritual energy of the dual meridians began circulating again.

  One day in a week, two days in a week, three days in a week...

  Out of caution, he didn't dare add too much at once.

  Eight Trigrams!

  His arms glowed with a green light, adding to his original black metallic luster, presenting a dark jade iron color.

  Zong Ru's pupils suddenly widened as he watched from the side!

  This is...

  Cheers!

  Zuo Mo let out a loud roar and his Cyan Crystal Fist shot out once again!

  Just like the luster of emerald water scooped up from between mountains, it's a sheen that is all too familiar to Zong Ru, one that only appears when fist energy has been condensed to its utmost extreme!

  A fist as blue as water shoots out, the moisture in the surrounding air is attracted to it like a fatal attraction, and rushes towards the fist wildly. Where the fist passes, a trail of white misty fog is left behind!

  Zongruo is as still as a wooden chicken. This punch, if it hits empty air, already has an aura of power; if it hits someone's body, what kind of scene will that be?

  His own thinking was correct, and Zuo Mo, encouraged, became even more excited. It had been a long time since he had felt so excited!

  Eight times already made him feel pressure, but this is not the limit.

  Or take a look at what's extreme?

  As soon as this idea emerged, it irrepressibly occupied his entire mind, and his hands began a new round of momentum as if they were not listening to orders!

  His withered arms suddenly swelled, and the faint green glow that had appeared earlier dimmed and disappeared. Only the skin on the outside of his left arm turned black and green, as if there were ripples flowing beneath.

  Twelfth Heaven!

  Both arms' meridians are swollen and painful, like a bowstring stretched to the extreme, with occasional slight tremors causing the muscles of both arms to quiver!

  His arms were as heavy as lead, he felt extremely strenuous, slowly raised, his movements were extremely slow, with slight tremors from time to time, and big drops of sweat on his forehead, all showing his great effort.

  His eyes were wide open, almost bursting out of their sockets, and his mouth was making a "ga ga" grinding teeth sound!

  "Explode!"

  With the last bit of milk-drinking strength, both fists strike out!

  No wind sound, no whistling sound, two fists as if carved from cyan glass, cut through two trails of cyan light, and hit a distant block of cyan stone that was over two meters high!

  Two fists are exquisite to the extreme, even the joints can be seen clearly.

  Hmph!

  The moment the fist and the bluestone intersected, a burst of pink mist erupted, instantly enveloping the bluestone tightly.

  Zuo Mo was almost exhausted, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He sat down on the ground with a thud, not even bothering to look at the result. He was just panting heavily. That last move was too dangerous! The spiritual energy in his arms had almost lost control. If it had gotten out of control, his arms would have been blown to smithereens!

  It's okay... it's okay...

  His heart still has lingering fear.

  A gust of wind blew by, and the dust dispersed. Where the bluestone had stood, there was nothing but a pit half a zhang deep.

  No flying gravel, no explosive impact, no earth-shattering sound.

  The bluestone suddenly turned into a misty powder in an instant!

  Zongru's usual calm and composed demeanor had vanished, replaced by a terrified gaze and a face as white as paper.

  This is...

  The killing move of "Tianbo Fist" - "Luli Tianbo"!