With the roar of shame and anger from the bruised and swollen brother, dozens of eyes were present at the same time.

Everyone saw Chen Wuyong, who could grit his teeth and remain silent under level 14 pain, now he only persisted until level 10, and he couldn't help but jump up.

Then I also saw Chen Qingming, who was stimulated by level 10 pain and was even a little drowsy.

There was an uproar.

Level 10 pain is equivalent to a woman giving birth, a man breaks an egg, or a severe burn throughout his body. It is a numbness that can make people feel painless. Under the connection of the phantom limbs, there is no so-called slowness in pain. It is no longer a certain level, no discount is allowed. With the blessing of level 10 pain, if a cultivator whose cultivation is not as good as the Yunyong Realm and whose spiritual consciousness cannot disperse into the Lingyun, even if he can overcome the pain, he will inevitably sweat coldly and see the stars in front of him. Even the Shen Qiqi Shen Qing, who can endure the pain at level 25, is as deep as water under the pain at level 10, without saying a word.

In comparison, this little girl from the Li family was too relaxed! Her expression was as usual, her eyes were half open and half closed, her fingers were tapping her palms rhythmically, and her head was slightly shaking as if she was humming a song with the rhythm... It was not like she was enduring the severe pain, but it was like she was on a relaxed vacation!

With such a control group, it is no wonder that a highly anticipated genius boy like Chen Wuyong is also unbalanced.

The Shen Family Outer Hospital designed this kind of comparison training in order to encourage and stimulate each other. The lottery draw is also a rough division based on the cultivation level of everyone and the stability of the spiritual consciousness to ensure that there will be no combination with too large strength gap, which will cause one party to lose his fighting spirit early and backfire.

According to Chen Herong's observation, the strength of the true energy realm of Chen Wuyong and Shen Qingming should be as different as the strength of their spiritual consciousness, so they were classified as first level and were naturally drawn into a group when drawing lots.

However, after the training began, the situation was completely one-sided. Chen Wuyong had to grit his teeth since the pain of level 7 to persist. When he reached level 9 and level 10, his eyes were black and white, and his gums were bitten and bleeding. On the other hand, Chen Qingming was calm and calm and could not move for a moment. This situation was really bizarre. How could there be a monk who could be so calm under level 10 pain? What powerful spiritual consciousness is this to suppress the severe pain of level 10?

Of course, Chen Wuyong did not believe that a Li family with similar strength could be so much ahead of him in pain resistance. Seeing that the gap between the two sides was getting bigger and bigger, in desperation, he subconsciously attributed this wonder to equipment failure.

Chen Wuyong was so angry that he was questioning the equipment failure loudly, which immediately disturbed the minds of many Shen family children around him. He was originally calm and used the spiritual cloud warmth to nourish his spiritual consciousness and suppress the pain. The subtle balance of suppressing the pain was instantly broken. Then he was swallowed up by the rushing pain sensation like a river, making people wish they could roll all over the ground.

The scene was chaotic, and Chen Herong, who had been an instructor in the outer school for many years, began to be moved and shocked.

He has personally debugged these 50 sets of phantom limbs, and theoretically there will be no equipment failure. But on the other hand, these phantom limb balls are indeed used for 20 years old, and the possibility of occasional failure cannot be said to be lacking.

After pondering for a while, Chen Herong came to Chen Qingming, reached out and pressed his hand on the phantom limb ball, injected some true energy, and gently adjusted the intensity output, gradually increasing from level 10 pain to 11, 12, 13... all the way up.

However, while the pain level continued to rise, Chen Qingming still had no response. The frequency of finger tapping on the palm of his hand increased slightly, making a slight muffled sound, as if mocking Chen Herong's test.

The scarfaced man gritted his teeth and directly raised the pain level to level 30. At this time, Chen Qingming finally snorted, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it seemed to be a little more relaxed than before.

"Sure enough, there is a problem!"

Chen Herong finally made a judgment, and then immediately reached out to take down a white patch on Chen Qingming's arm and put it on the back of his hand.

Thorn!

Chen Herong could almost hear the thunderous nerves on his back, and the strong stimulation rushed along his arms to the brain, causing Chen Herong to jump in his temples.

My right hand seemed to be burned, frozen, cut, pierced in an instant... Countless kinds of damage were superimposed at the same time, but they also existed independently of each other, transmitting their own pain. A violent feeling of empathy came like a surging river.

"Damn it!!!"

Chen Herong screamed in an instant, and his twitching muscles made his body involuntarily twist into a swastika-hunting position. Various body fluids gushed out along the seven orifices, just like using chopsticks to squeeze a piece of frozen tofu that had been filled in a hot pot.

The pain at level 30 is an unnegative torture for a great monk like Chen Herong. Even if the pain exceeds level 25, no matter how hard the soul is used to suppress it, the body will inevitably make an instinctive reaction that will move the whole body.

What transmits pain is the phantom limbs constructed by spells, but the pain affects every muscle in the body. Under the influence of level 30 pain, humans seem to have retreated for millions of years, returned to a past that was even longer than the prehistoric world, and turned into simple creatures like insects. A little stimulation can affect the whole body.

"Damn...Damn."

However, Chen Herong is a great monk in the Rain Realm. His spiritual consciousness sublimated and advanced to the primordial spirit, instantly covering his body, bringing every corner into the control of the primordial spirit.

Instead of using the naturally formed control system of neuromusculoskeletality, the soul controls the body, and instantly stops the body's instinctive reaction.

However, the loss of composure at that moment is enough to show that the effectiveness of the phantom limb ball is so strong.

Chen Herong patted his heart with lingering fear. If it weren't for the soul controlling his body, the severe pain that broke out in that moment would have been enough to stop his heart from beating.

But this makes the problem even more strange.

The pain that even the monks in the Fuyu Realm could not withstand. Why did a little girl who was not even full of Yunyong Realm endure?

"Because after practicing the 4th level of the world, you can freely master 90% of the pain sensation, which is equivalent to directly increasing the pain resistance ten times. Moreover, this pain resistance is directly engraved on the spiritual consciousness with physical magic powers, and even those pain curses can be resisted. Therefore, for her, this level of 30 pain is only equivalent to level 15 at most, completely within the limit of tolerance. Her current posture is the practice of the fourth level of the world, which can stimulate physical magic powers and reverse shock consciousness in a short period of time, and further strengthen pain tolerance."

Wang Jiu's voice came quietly from behind Chen Herong.

Chen Herong looked at the young man who didn't take the training program seriously without any surprise and asked in a deep voice: "What domineering body?"

"Don't move the domineering body, the ancestor of the Shen family, Chen Kaishan, condensed the essence of his life's cultivation and painstakingly created the physical magic powers." After a pause, Wang Jiu explained again: "Chen Qingming has just begun to practice the fourth level of heaven. The three new magic powers have only initially mastered the pain resistance performance, but with her current pain tolerance, she can still eat this phantom limb ball even if it is adjusted to level 40. You descendants of the Shen family have completely misinterpreted the original intention of the phantom limb ball."

"Misinterpret the original meaning?"

Wang Jiu said as he walked to Chen Qingming, took off the white patch on her body, and then held the ball in the palm of his hand.

"I thought this thing was your innovative design at first. Now it seems that it is just a fake that is imitated based on some lost classics."

Chen Herong suddenly became a little annoyed.

This fantasy limb ball has been passed down in the Shen family's outer courtyard for more than 500 years. It uses its unique pain and stimulation ability to train a group of Shen family monks who can freely control pain and show their power on the battlefield.

30 years ago, the authoritative magazine of Liantiancheng announced a 100 greatest inventions in Xiangzhou's history of cultivating immortals, among which the Phantom Limb Ball ranks 73rd, which is the unquestionable pride of the Shen family craftsmen.

If such inventions are just fakes, then what is the original one? Is it an immortal weapon?

"Oh, it's not that high-end. In terms of design, the original version is actually not as good as this fake. However, in terms of functionality, I'm more optimistic about the original version." Wang Jiu said, throwing the phantom limb ball to the ground again. "Although this prop that uses spells to create a body and torture it, it deviates from the original intention of pain tolerance training. The simple stimulation is quite different from the pain suffered in actual combat. Even though the phantom limbs are cut off and the real limbs are consistent in terms of stimulation, their psychological influence is completely different. For example, the multi-functional hardcover version of the Fly X Cup is the same as a living real person."

"I don't understand what you are saying!" A hint of anger and anger rose on Chen Herong's face.

Wang Jiu then had to explain from the beginning: "The so-called multi-functional hardcover version..."

"No need to explain this!" Chen Herong shouted angrily, "And so what if there is a difference? Can we really cut off our limbs during training?"

"Yes, the original words were really going to cut off the limbs." Wang Jiu responded seriously, "The original version actually has a very simple function. It uses a little flesh and blood provided by the trainer in advance and a large amount of general materials to quickly cultivate new limbs. When the trainer's body suffers a severe blow, it will quickly replace the new part."

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"So the original version is called a limb change ball. Somehow you turned into a phantom limb ball. It felt like it became a lot of fun all of a sudden." Wang Jiu shrugged with regret. "The Shen family, after a painful tolerance training, was enough to make hundreds of pots of good mixed soup."

"Miscellaneous...soup?"

Wang Jiu said: "Oh, I'm just giving an example. In fact, miscellaneous soup is only a very special case. Most of the scrapped limbs will be recycled on the spot by the limb swap balls and decomposed into general materials for recycling. However, there are also a few monks who like their own food, that is, they cook food with their own bodies. It is said that they are particularly sweet when eaten."
Chapter completed!