During the practice.
His physical body and Essence Souls emitted a blinding golden light, especially the golden glow from his fists, which was even more dazzling.
Rumbling…
As Yang Luo punched one after another, the mountains and rivers trembled slightly.
Fortunately, the valley he was in was quite far from Wangqing Valley, so it didn't disturb Xu Ying and Bujie's cultivation.
Days passed by.
Yang Luo finally extracted the essence, advantages, and profundities of all the Fist Skills he had learned before, and began to innovate a new Fist Skill.
If each Fist Skill were like a machine.
Then Yang Luo was now dismantling all these machines, reassembling the most exquisite parts of each one.
Creating a more powerful Fist Skill is incredibly difficult.
Therefore, he wasn't in a hurry, taking it step by step.
He tried again and again, only to fail repeatedly.
Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times…
