Wan Zihong, staring at these nine people who claimed to be some kind of fighting masters, did not dare to move an inch. www.biquge.info On the back of their heads, among the sunballs of various colors of light and color, there are some clear big characters on the back of their heads: fire, thunder, lightning, hail, earth, wood, wind...

Outside the abdomen of the nine people's dantian, each of them levitated an inner pill that looked like a ball of light the size of a ping-pong ball. The number of layers in the small ball is different, there are two layers and several layers, all of which are layered on top of each other!

At the bottom of these inner pills, all the light placed in Qi is black, and the light in the second layer is blue. The luster of the outermost layer of the Dan is the same as the light color on their bodies. On their arms and waists, there are also rhythmic halos of various colors. On the glowing Neidan, there are clear Arabic numerals floating one by one: "32, 25... ”。

Then, from each of these light pills, a stream of the same light shot out. When the colored light is emanated, it transforms into strange things in various forms: beasts, monsters, plants, weapons, and so on. Some of them could fly in the air, and the terrestrial beasts stood on the ground, all attached to the nine men. The objects that shot out of the pill looked like they were all real, but their bodies also released the same color of light as the masters around them.

Wan Zihong, when she was looking at it intently. Suddenly, the boy in white fish-scale armor took a step forward. The distance between the two of them at this time was as if they were only an arrow away! The young man's white armor was indeed the first to flash with green light. Then, on the sun's ball of light floating behind his head and his body, five kinds of light began to flash continuously, "black, blue, white, red, and green".

The word in the green light sun globe is the word "fire". There was a five-layer light color Xuandan floating outside the young man's dantian, and there was a white-haired tiger squatting beside him, and his body was constantly flashing with such a colorful color.

The white armor general suddenly reported his name to him: "xx, fire belongs to the line, the spirit body of the white tiger, the fighting spirit continent, the fifth rank forty-five level attack force system battle spirit division, the spirit of the division is called the spirit saint, nicknamed "white tiger general", skills. ”。 After the general-looking young man finished reporting himself, the white tiger roared and pounced on him!

Wan Zihong screamed miserably, and her whole body was like a nightmare, and her body was bouncing around on the bed. Then he jumped out of bed. With his eyes wide open, he sat down on the head of the bed, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and choked up and breathed a few heavy breaths: "It turned out to be a nightmare!"

Wan Zihong, who was in a state of confusion, sat on the head of the bed, thinking back to the dream that was real just now: in his meninges, it was like an inanimate piece of paper at this time, and it was still very scary and real to be able to print the image of the blood just now.

At this time. A ray of white morning light shone through the window and shone through the glass on his bed, sweeping across his face. Wan Zihong's whole body was already shocked into a layer of cold sweat. The breeze outside the window blew on his body, like a fierce wind, making him shudder. He got up from the head of the bed with his buttocks, and while reminiscing about the nightmare just now, he couldn't help but moan in a low voice: "White Tiger, Fighting Spirit Continent, Battle Spirit Division... What are these things?"

"Probably because I was too tired from working overtime yesterday, I went to bed after I came back for dinner. Maybe it's because the nerves in the brain are deeply suppressed and your brain cells are too nervous, that's why you have such strange nightmares?" he thought about it, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead a few more times with his hand.

He wears only a black vest on his upper body and a pair of plain white boxer pants underneath. The sturdy body protruded into a majestic, well-proportioned line, and he jumped out of bed and stepped in front of the window. Looking out there is a huge balcony downstairs. A lot of people are sitting there eating breakfast, all kinds of small stall owners selling breakfast, the stalls are arranged in an orderly row, and some old people are admiring the morning light and practicing Tai Chi in the morning.

The huge balcony is the only exposed place in the 100-meter-high building where you can see the sun's rays. Just open the window and get in, and the taxi hanging on the wall of the building can leave here and go anywhere in the city.

Until now, Wan Zihong still hasn't understood where the cuteness of this metropolis is, and why so many people have to crowd together!

He looked up at the sun. Strings of colorful and bright dots of light shone brightly, and he could only cover his eyes with both hands, and retreated to the head of the bed. As soon as his butt fell on the soft bed, he bounced up again. He still reminisced about the dream just now, although some parts of the dream were evil, but it was indeed immersive and realistic.

Suddenly, the alarm clock "clicked" and rang non-stop. All of a sudden, his thoughts were disrupted, and his heart jumped violently.

He stood up impatiently, walked to the table, pressed the beating alarm clock to the table, and then unplugged the ring switch. His brain was so drowsy that he had to go to the bathroom to take a morning shower. It was already seven o'clock, and he thought that he had to arrive at the unit on time at eight o'clock!

"The position in the company, although it is a blue collar. is not as glamorous as the white and gold collar in some companies, but the income is indeed quite generous, and it is also very suitable for his character of being able to endure suffering. He also has a high understanding of construction machinery, and he is easily qualified for the position of deputy team leader so quickly, Guan Jian is very interested in this work in his heart!" Wan Zihong thought about this, stepped up to wash up, and immediately threw himself into the bedroom.

The refrigerator door opened, and a cloud of red ice smoke came out, which made him feel very comfortable. A fresh smell of bread smeared into his nostrils. Breakfast is his favorite meal every day, because he never eats in the evening, just hangs his belly and waits for the morning taste. A loaf of bread, a bottle of milk, and a bucket of instant noodles are his usual morning snacks, and they also save him the unjust time of eating out and walking in vain. The extra time can let him see the fantasy!

The aroma of the super-fragrant braised barrel noodles wafted out, and Zihong methodically lifted the lid of the noodles and put the food fork in. Chew the bread and meat in your mouth, and then take a bite of noodles and blanch. The delicacy quickly filled the feeling of hunger, and instantly passed from his mouth to the central nervous system of his brain, allowing him to enjoy the joy of life beautifully! A mouthful of noodles choked into his throat, he dared to cough tightly, spit out the choked noodles, and shivered with his hands and took the warm milk on the table and drank it with his head up, before he suppressed the choking breath.

He raised his eyebrows, and saw that on the top of a basket of books on the glass table, there was a red-skinned 16-carat style oilskin book!

Wan Zihong's heart couldn't help jumping, "Who has come in without permission? I've never bought or borrowed this kind of book!" He is sometimes sloppy about other things, but books are his favorite things. It can be said that if he does not see books in his life, it will make him lose the joy of life. He knew every book and even every page in the house.

Letting go of the fragrant food he had eaten, he walked over to the glass table and picked up the book. Wan Zihong's pupils immediately swelled: the book was red, the page was wordless, and there was indeed a Tai Chi pattern on the cover on the back. The cover of the book is smooth red brown paper, and the pattern of Bagua Tai Chi on the back, although it is stationary, but in his mind, he can see it spinning!

"Is it spinning in his own mind, is it really spinning, is it still a vivid dream?" he thought in his heart, his eyes scanning the Tai Chi pattern on the back of the book in his hand. A strange feeling of power pressed into his heart one after another.

The power in his heart suddenly relaxed, and his hands were like nails meeting magnets. Uncontrollably fast self-flipping pages. Every page in the book is blank. A soft golden light emanated from the white, wordless paper. He saw something in the book, not only in his eyes, but also in his mind. It was like a movie playing in front of his eyes, and the profound and unforgettable scenes passed through his mind one by one.

In the book: There are clouds of white clouds floating in the world, and there are small people standing on the clouds. All of them are unique images of the gods: there are myths and legends of Nazha, Erlang God, and all kinds of immortals with boundless power. They stepped into the clouds in the book, playing a martial arts-like routine kung fu in a flowing manner, and practicing cross-legged.

As he was looking at it, a strange light suddenly pierced in and pierced the slope next to him. Wan Zihong withdrew her fascinated eyes from the book, and dared to close the book tightly.

"How could the strong light outside the window hit the room and form a solid pillar of hard light!" Wan Zihong thought, and covered her eyes with her arms, and saw that from these magical golden lights, a figure appeared.

"He's like an image of an ancient, no, a fairy, yes, an image of a fairy in the dream when I had that nightmare before. It seems to be the figure of the Jade Emperor, but how is the body half hidden and half visible, only showing a silhouette, so that people can't see his true appearance clearly. It seems to be hiding his head and showing his tail there, and his face is still glowing with golden light!" Wan Zihong thought hungrily.

A series of powerful man's voices came out of the golden human form, and the voice forced an aura that mortals were enough to be in awe of him.

Wan Zihong immediately felt that she couldn't control her body. His legs trembled, his hands pressed his knees and he fell to his knees, and the book he was holding in his hand fell to the ground diagonally, and he quickly thought in his heart, "Who could this be?"

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