If you want to increase your speed, the fastest way is to get equipment bonuses.

But for now, it's still difficult, and if I don't have an equipment bonus, I'll have to train on my own......

Thinking silently in his heart, Xiang Yuan, who had recovered some strength, sat up from the ground.

In order to be able to obtain equipment, he once joined the Zongfang to learn the art of forging demon weapons, but later due to various things that caused him to travel around, he did not have time to delve into this technique again.

And just a few days ago, after careful consideration, Xiang Yuan told Song Ge that he could use the equipment ability.

Of course, it wasn't directly telling him that he had a super awesome equipment slot in his body, and he could use all kinds of equipment.

Instead, he put it another way, saying that he could use items like divine objects to obtain some special abilities.

Telling Song Ge the secret of this, Xiang Yuan came to ask this Terran warrior to analyze for himself what the source of the power that formed the equipment was.

Second, because of the intimacy that comes from the blood, he has a very inexplicable trust in Song Ge.

It was a trust that came from the depths, as if it were an intuition.

After listening to Xiang Yuan's story, Song Ge also quickly took out his thousands of years of experience and analyzed the root cause for this junior clansman.

In the end, this Terran powerhouse gave an answer.

Soul!

All of the gods are made by the Yin gods.

The material of each deity is unique, but there is only one thing that all deity things have in common.

That's the soul!

The so-called divine objects are actually a tool used by the Yin gods to control the Yin Clan.

The Yin clan of Huang Haiyuan, like the demon family of Daliang, all turned their backs on the human race bloodline and took refuge in the human race of the Yin God.

They call themselves the family of gods and demons.

But in the mouths of the real Terrans, they all have a unified name: lowly race!

There is no more suitable name for their people than to turn their backs on their people, to turn their backs on the enemy, and even to exploit and slaughter their own people!

The core of the divine object is essentially a part of the soul power of the Yin God.

People of the lower caste have a connection with the Yin God through the power of the soul in the things of the gods, and then through sacrifices, they constantly increase the concentration of Yin blood in their bodies.

After seeing the miscellaneous divine objects in Xiang Yuan's hands, Song Ge analyzed that Xiang Yuan was able to obtain these special powers from the divine objects.

To a large extent, it comes from the power of the Yin God soul inside.

And after listening to Song Ge's analysis, Xiang Yuan was overjoyed.

If that's the case, then he will be able to use the soul of the Yin God as a material through the Forge Technique in the future to create the specific equipment he needs!

As for why only the soul power of the Yin God could form equipment, Song Ge also guessed this.

The power of the Yin God's soul is different from that of ordinary souls.

Yin gods are beings born from the yin veins, and they are born as spirits, without physical bodies.

Therefore, the soul of the Yin God was naturally condensed and strong, and it was one level stronger than any existence of the same level.

In the end, Xiang Yuan got the answer, the power of the root of the formation of equipment is the power of the soul, and it is the power of the soul that is strong enough!

After figuring out this, Xiang Yuan felt a lot more relieved, and at the same time, he also felt how happy it was to have an elder to solve his doubts.

After all, since he has grown up, he has almost always been on his own, groping on a completely dark road by himself, without his predecessors to guide the way, and surrounded by thorns.

In the following year, in addition to practicing the nine-fold coffin every day, Xiang Yuan practiced with Song Ge, or entered the underworld to gather with his family.

During this period, because they got along for a long time, Xiang Yuan's eldest brother Xiang Chuan and Song Ning really came together.

Faced with this combination of Sven and Biao, Xiang Yuan scratched his head at first and didn't agree with it, but later saw that his brother did like Song Ning very much.

Neither the father nor the uncle had an opinion, so he agreed.

Since there are no things for marriage in the hell, the three brothers Xiang Wendong originally planned to move the marriage date back and wait until they settle down before getting married.

But Song Ning has a big temperament and doesn't care about these red tapes.

After discussion, the two respectfully gave Xiang Wendong a cup of tea, and they got married so quickly.

The second day of marriage.

Xiang Yuan, who was drinking tea with his father in the yard, saw the eldest brother with an iron face coming out of his waist, and almost didn't have a sip of tea sprayed on his father's face.

In the afternoon of the same day, Xiang Chuan worshiped his younger brother Xiang Yuan as his teacher, and he wanted to start learning martial arts and enhance his physique!

"My eldest brother has been slightly worse than his peers since he was a child, you have to take it easy, and a long stream of water is the right way. On the stone bench in the courtyard, Xiang Yuan looked at Xiang Chuan, who was practicing horse walking, with his chin on his lean, and said to Song Ning with a smile.

"Fuck off, I'm your sister-in-law and your elder now. Come, call sister-in-law to listen. After getting married, Song Ning did not change his original fierce temper, and in the face of Xiang Yuan's teasing, he did not show weakness.

"Come less. Glancing at Song Ning, Xiang Yuan casually pushed a booklet in front of the sister-in-law: "This is the annotation of the Boxing Sutra that I wrote."

I'm not done with things outside, and I don't have time to guide my eldest brother all the time.

In the future, he will rely on you to supervise his martial arts, and you will hold this boxing book, which has detailed annotations from the foundation to the strength. ”

casually opened the annotation of the fist scripture in front of him, looked at the slightly yellowed paper, the essence of the fist was penetrated one by one, and the words of the dragon and snake were written, and Song Ning's expression changed slightly.

This commentary on the Quan Sutra can be called a supreme treasure for anyone who practices martial arts.

Has he reached this level......

Holding the fist scripture, Song Ning looked sideways at the man in front of her who had entered the demon mansion with her.

His appearance has hardly changed, but the faint coercion and invisible oppressive force on his body have become stronger every day.

Fortunately, I gave up early, a woman like me is really a little unworthy of him......

Suddenly smiled, and a touch of relief and relief appeared in Song Ning's eyes with a little crescent curve.

Hearing the chuckle on the side, Xiang Yuan turned his head and glanced at Song Ning suspiciously: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just think that you are not too young, when will you marry a wife and come back, and give you the inheritance to the family. The brilliance in his eyes faded, and Song Ning said casually.

Shaking his head, Xiang Yuan flicked his fingers, and a burst of energy flew out and hit Xiang Chuan, who was about to be lazy, listening to the scream of oops: "I don't have this plan for the time being."

Anyway, now that you and your eldest brother have married, it is enough to have the two of you to work hard. ”

Regarding Song Ning's suggestion to marry a wife, Xiang Yuan had no intention of doing so at all.

First, there is no candidate, and second, marrying a wife and having children will involve his already small energy.

What seems to others to be a major event in life is a complete burden to him.

Looking at Xiang Yuan's clear eyes, Song Ning suddenly understood a little, and clenched the fist sutra in his hand.

Maybe only this kind of person who doesn't even care about love can make himself like this......

A year later

On the iron tree island, Xiang Yuan sat on the edge of the island with his eyes closed, on the fine white sand.

The beach around him was covered with deep and shallow fist shadows, densely packed with hundreds.

Under an iron-gray giant tree in the distance, Song Ge looked at Xiang Yuan, who was condensing his fist intent, with a slightly solemn expression.

Under such a complicated and complicated martial arts true intent, can he really get out of it and give birth to his own martial arts fist intent?

Seeing the time pass minute by minute, Xiang Yuan's breath was sometimes high and sometimes low, and beads of sweat the size of a bean on his forehead continued to ooze out and smash on his body.

And in his heart, at this moment, countless martial arts fist intent turned into countless vague and dreamy phantoms, swirling in front of him.

Windward Breeze Willow Step, Golden Snake Cone, Crane Fist, Eight Immortal Sword, Cloud Blocking Hand, Thirty Palms of Zhenshan, Twenty-four Golden Guan Jade Locks......

From a perspective that others could not observe, Xiang Yuan's muscles and joints were in tension and movement, fitting and running these martial arts techniques at an extremely fast speed.

Qi and blood surged, and consciousness was confused.

If Xiang Yuan wanted to condense his fist intent, he had to shatter and fuse all the complicated martial arts true intent into one.

However, these martial arts fist intent had already been integrated into his body after the refining of the golden hand, and it was extremely difficult to completely shatter and integrate them.

In the outside world, I don't know when Song Ge has come to Xiang Yuan's side, and he raised his hand slightly.

He had already sensed that Xiang Yuan was in a tendency to go mad, and once this was the case, he had to wake Xiang Yuan up immediately, lest he fall deeper and deeper.

Just when Xiang Yuan was disturbed by these mixed martial arts intentions, he was almost about to go mad.

A martial arts memory that he subconsciously forgot in the corner of his memory slowly came to mind.

It was a snow-soaked sky, and the wind was cold and howling like a blade.

In the deep mountains covered with snow, an old man wearing a hat, a robe, and bare feet walked on the path in the mountains and forests.

The snow covered his knees, creaking with every fall.

The old man walked through the cold winter and the scorching heat, and was silent all the way, and the peaceful silence surrounded him.

On this silent road, the old man's face did not show half of the tiredness, but his eyes became brighter and brighter with the accumulation of the road, and his steps became more and more powerful.

Seeing that the old man was becoming more and more calm and calm, and even enjoying his expression, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in Xiang Yuan's heart.

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Chapter 205: Condensing Fist Intent