In the following year, Wu Tian, Sun Wukong, Klin, Tianjin Rice, Dumplings and others temporarily lived at Boomer's house. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was Pantis who took the initiative to invite Boomer.

It just so happens that unlike the original book, Sun Wukong doesn't need to travel the world at all, increase his knowledge, and sharpen his martial arts, and now he doesn't lack martial arts experience and realm at all, he just needs to quietly practice his strength. No matter how Wu Tian is in charge, Tianjin rice, Klin, and dumplings don't need to travel. Even the Martial God Fist hasn't practiced yet, and it's a joke to go out to sharpen. They all wanted to settle down, so that they could carefully ponder the Martial God Fist.

Unlike the "original martial arts masters" like Sun Wukong, Klin and Tianjin Fan are just newcomers on the martial arts road. The more they practiced the Martial God Fist, the more they felt that this set of fist techniques was unfathomable. Every time they feel that they have mastered this set of divine fists, they can discover more mysteries.

Calm time flies by......

Soon, another year passed.

"Drink!"

"Hah!"

"Wow!"

Sun Wukong, Klin, Tianjin Rice, and Dumplings practiced boxing together by the artificial lake in the backyard of Boomer's house.

Among the four of them, except for the dumplings, they are all naked, Sun Wukong and Klin look meaty, and the Tianjin rice people are tall and big, and their upper bodies are full of tendon meat.

They are on the east, west, north and south sides of the artificial lake, because the Martial God Fist is not only a boxing method for practice, but also a very powerful combat boxing method. Forty-nine Martial God Fist, every move can be called a peerless skill, and every punch has the power to surpass the Turtle School Qigong and Dongdong Wave. They were all sweating profusely.

When Sun Wukong swung his fist, sweat steamed, turning into a cloud of white mist that shrouded him. The white mist on Kling and Tianjin Rice was not so obvious, but the skin was red and hot, and sweat rolled down the muscle lines.

Whew――

Sun Wukong swung out a heavy and slow punch, the fist wind sprayed, and the white sweat mist that shrouded him was punched out of a gap, boom, the sparkling artificial lake surface was cut open by the invisible fist split, dozens of meters away on the opposite shore of the lake, Kling was startled by Sun Wukong's punch in the air, and narrowly dodged away, and secretly said: "Wukong, this guy, is really perverted!"

Tianjin Fan saw it, his expression was awe-inspiring, and he became more focused on practicing Martial God Fist.

On the lawn not far from the artificial lake, Wu Tian sat casually, letting the warm breeze blow on his face, and part of his attention was in the divine light in the depths of his soul, and he was constantly deducing the way of vitality alone. The other part of the attention is contemplation, deducing that it is more suitable for the Martial God Fist and the medium for the earthlings to guide the resonance of natural vitality and enter the body than the war song of the Song Roar Clan.

“…… It must be a medium that requires the earthlings themselves......"

He let his thoughts wander and diverge his thinking.

In his thoughts, he walked on the earth separated by the universe, going back in time and space, and walking through three hundred years. From Wuxian Island to the Western Capital, to the ring of the world's first martial arts association, to the gate of the Asura Demon Realm. Suddenly looking up, Taidoushan appeared in front of him. Like a ghost, he walked on the familiar mountain trails of Taidou Mountain, and vaguely heard 1...... Heard Wu Xiaowei's laughter like a silver bell.

Wu Tian followed the laughter, "smelling" the fragrance of birds and flowers in the mountains, the fragrance of plants and trees, and the smell of earth. Thinking about what kind of mood and understanding I had when I was in seclusion and retreat in Taidou Mountain. Memories are folded, like a book, and only the two pages that are needed for the time being are displayed in front of you. And the parts that are not used for the time being become thick pages, stacked there. If you don't turn it over, you can't remember it. Wu Tian is now like turning back to a book.

The closer the laughter became, the quieter it became.

Wu Tian walked, and the laughter disappeared abruptly. actually appeared at Wu Fangfang's funeral. Wu Xiaowei was no longer laughing, but was crying silently, leaning on Aragorn's shoulder on the side. Wu Tianzheng was silent, feeling someone tapping him on the shoulder from behind. Familiar touch, familiar strength, familiar breath. Wu Tian saw a strand of purple seaweed-like hair flying on his shoulder, and he turned his head over-

Bang, the waves of Wuxian Island are still there.

"Heh......" Wu Tian showed a smile, looking at the coast not far away, a shadow was walking barefoot, stepping on the soft sand, suddenly, turned around, and revealed a familiar but disgusted face of Wu Tian!

Uchiha Musashi?!

Wu Tian frowned, what kind of subconscious projection was this? It was too unpleasant for him!

Thinking like this, Musashi, the "good" brother of the previous life, smiled at him.

Hey, his black eyes turned into scarlet kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes in an instant, and he said in an eerie and evil manner:

"Wu Tian, don't run away anymore, hand over your eyes, only I am worthy of the eternal light! Don't struggle, those disgusting guys of Thousand Hands, it is impossible for you to agree to learn their immortal arts...... Your pupil technique is terrifying, but your own chakra is too weak! You, after all, are a waste, you might as well give me your eyes...... Only I can lead the clan to a bright future!"

Wu Tian calmly looked at this memory that had accumulated in the depths of his memory. These memories that were painful to him and even distorted his soul had been poured out when he wrote "The Uchiha Sinner". Now that Wu Tian looked at this scene, he was no longer angry, no longer full of unwillingness and hatred. All he had left was calm.

While calming, I was also thinking about ...... Why did you subconsciously turn over this past?

"Wu Tian, don't run away anymore, hand over your eyes, only I am worthy of the eternal light! Don't struggle, those disgusting guys of Thousand Hands, it is impossible for you to agree to learn their immortal arts...... Your pupil technique is terrifying, but your own chakra is too weak! You, after all, are a waste, you might as well give me your eyes...... Only I can lead the clan to a bright future!"

Uchiha Musashi repeated it again.

Wu Tian closed his eyes, leaving the other self in place, and turned around to leave step by step. was approached step by step by Uchiha Musashi, and then ...... With a full of resentment, he frantically used the energy detonation ability formed by the merger of his two kaleidoscope pupil techniques, and with a "boom", together with the unpaid Uchiha Musashi, it turned into a rain of blood and fire.

"...... "Immortal Arts"...... What?"

Wu Tian opened his eyes.

The sea breeze on Wuxian Island is still the same. The beach is still the same, and the people on the beach are still the same. He saw his wife Hathaway waving to his side, her face filled with a faint spring breeze smile. Wu Tian turned around and looked at the air in the center of Wuxian Island, where a figure sat in the air. That's himself. The light of the setting sun swayed behind him, sinking at a fast-forward speed, the temperature of the sea breeze plummeted, and the twilight that did not belong to day or night fell...... Wu Tian understood that when he was practicing on Wuxian Island, he would only take the initiative to cultivate the Vitality Divinity during the two special periods of dawn and dusk, and the rest of the time was imperceptibly running.

As dusk fell, the figure sitting in mid-air opened its mouth and swallowed.

Call......

The long inhalation sound was as if it were in front of him, and with the figure's breath, the flowers and plants of the entire island shook, and even the tides on the shore were affected. It lasted for ten minutes, and Wu Tiancai slowly exhaled the breath he inhaled, and like the inhalation, the exhalation was also extremely long, and he exhaled it in one breath, as if the spring breeze was sprinkled and the plants on the island were shaking.

He is breathing to the rhythm of nature's vitality and cultivating the divinity of vitality.

Of course Wu Tian knew this.

Breathe......

Isn't the "medium" that the earthlings themselves have, the natural communication between the inside and outside of the human body and between heaven and earth, just "breathing"?

Wu Tian opened his eyes.

It was already dark, and he worked on the lawn by the lake for half a day and sat until the evening.

"Master, are you awake?"

Wu Tian stood up with the lawn behind him, and Sun Wukong behind him. Sun Wukong said softly: "Dragon Ball has just recovered. ”

"Then make a wish. ”

Wu Tian dusted off his clothes and said calmly: "It's just right...... I'm also going to go to the Singing Clan in the Sixth Universe to see their complete set of inheritance war songs. In the universe...... Perhaps only they can provide inspiration for my "Martial God Fist Breathing Method". ”

"Breathing method?" Sun Wukong was puzzled.

Wu Tian just smiled.