Wen Yiming could feel that his situation was extremely dangerous now, his body was burning like a demon, and his meridians were gradually becoming more and more swollen and painful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

No, why can't you grasp this gun intent, it's just a little bit, what's wrong?

Just as the drunken man thought, Wen Yiming is now deeply trapped in the artistic conception and can't extricate himself, obviously he can feel the crisis in his body, but there is a stubborn obsession that controls his thinking and actions.

The fighting spirit has soared to the limit, and it is extremely uncomfortable...

The true qi swelled in the limbs and bones, and became more and more sore...

The internal energy is full of muscles, and the pain is getting more and more painful...

In less than two minutes, Wen Yiming's body has evolved into a battlefield that has been wantonly trampled...

The battle intent and energy clashed, and in an instant, it entered a state of rage, roaring like a fierce tiger that had been besieged for several years.

'Sneer---!

A slight tearing sound came from Wen Yiming's body.

The drunken man's two white eyebrows were deeply locked, and as soon as his eyes tightened, he saw Wen Yiming's finger-shaped forearm, which suddenly cracked open, and blood gushed out instantly.

Then, the palpitating tearing sound followed by wounds and blood every two seconds.

In an instant, Wen Yiming's clothes were soaked in blood, and the crimson was dazzling.

The drunken man's big hand in the sleeve robe trembled slightly...

Wait another ten seconds, it's really not okay to knock him unconscious first. But in this way, this kid is also considered a waste! Alas, it is better than not losing his life.

'Sneer---!

Eight seconds...

The drunken man stared at Wen Yiming intently, and his heart secretly counted down.

Judging from his experience, Wen Yiming would die after ten seconds.

'Snort, snort, sneer---!'

Two seconds left...

The drunken man stuck, ready to strike when the last wound bursts and knocks him unconscious!

Wen Yiming was bleeding all over, but he didn't realize it, he didn't feel the slightest pain, but felt that the expansion in his body dared to be released and relaxed.

The most uncomfortable thing for him at this time was that he raised his right hand, and his whole arm seemed to be thrown into a high-pressure grenade, and his muscles and muscles were swollen one after another, and the severe pain was unbearable, and it was not until a crack in his arm that he felt some relief.

Immediately afterward, I felt that other different parts continued to leak violent energy from my body with the sound of snorting.

The very faint feeling of relief in the whole body had just arrived, but the sharp pain in the right arm was once again transmitted in various situations, crushing, exploding, tearing... And so on.

An extremely reluctant thought surfaced in Wen Yiming's mind.

I'm afraid this hand is going to be useless!

Just when Wen Yiming thought that he couldn't support it, he suddenly had a change of heart.

Scrapped? Arm scrapped?

The one-armed old man's hands are wasted!

Situ Qiandao's hand was almost useless!

Could it be that the fighting intent in the body is...

Wen Yiming didn't have time to think deeper, he could feel that if he didn't think about it, maybe his right arm would explode in the next second.

The shadow of the gun still loomed in his mind, making him unable to concentrate.

Wen Yiming couldn't control it so much, without any hesitation, and in an instant, the selfless mind method began to operate.

Although I couldn't stay focused, my mind was full of distractions. Wen Yiming still ignored it, forcibly endured the pain from the trembling of his pores and viscera, and desperately cultivated the selfless mind method under the disturbance of the gun shadow.

Unreserved cultivation without self, regardless of the cultivation of selflessness, this resolute and indomitable momentum directly caused Wen Yiming to have the idea of dying in his heart.

At the moment when the selfless mind method was activated, Wen Yiming instantly felt that he was incomparably clear about his body, and he could even vaguely feel any details of the battlefield in his body, and even faintly feel the next move trajectory of that fighting spirit and qi in his body.

And the shadow of the gun in my mind is gradually clear, and the artistic conception exuded is slowly clear.

Wen Yiming clearly felt that the selfless mind method was like the battlefield that he had personally descended on in his body, smoothing out and appeasing the hidden hostile battle intent and strength one by one.

At the same time, the slightest bit of the artistic conception of the gun shadow in his mind penetrated into his body like a picture.

It felt wonderful, mysterious.

The drunken man's right hand was hidden in his sleeve robe, he was waiting for the last snort, and then he knocked Wen Yiming unconscious.

For the current situation, he was powerless, and at the same time he felt a trace of guilt, if he hadn't instructed Wen Yiming to show it, this situation would not have happened.

At this moment, the drunkard is extremely remorseful and helpless!

But, two seconds had passed, and he hadn't heard the palpitating snort.

Another two seconds passed, and it was still the same.

After the drunken man felt it carefully, he found that the battle intent and energy in Wen Yiming's body were calming down at an extremely slow speed, and although his whole body was still trembling slightly, his right arm was no longer beating irregularly in the meridians.

The drunken man was a little puzzled, judging from his experience, Wen Yiming did not completely integrate the artistic conception at this time; if he fused the artistic conception just now, he would burst out the battle spirit and energy in his body with the strongest blow at the first time; although that would still inevitably cause painful serious injuries, and even damage the foundation, but it was much better than directly abolishing it.

And in the next second, the drunken man was already shocked.

When his body shook, the drunken man left Wen Yiming lightly two hundred meters away without making a sound.

Then he muttered to himself in an inaudible voice: "It is actually a selfless mind! How can it be possible to calm this crisis with the 'concentration' of the selfless mind!"

The drunken man knows the weirdness and power of the selfless mind.

The strange thing is that this exercise is uncertain, and it is called ominous! No one can know what will happen to the next step of cultivation, or even what will happen in the next second of cultivation.

And its strength lies in the three realms triggered by comprehension, and in the faint realm of selflessness released by Wen Yiming just now, there is a trace of tranquility, which is the realm of 'there is me and the enemy'. In selflessness, it is also called 'concentration'.

As for the realm of 'concentration', the drunken man is not clear, but he has seen the conjectures and inferences recorded by his predecessors in a certain leftover classic.

However, he was very impressed by the signs of the vicissitudes and simplicity that emanated from the cultivation of selflessness.

It was precisely because of his understanding that he stayed away from Wen Yiming in the first place.

When the concentration is not fully comprehended, sometimes you will enter a state of self-forgetfulness, and sometimes you can feel everything around you.

The drunken man didn't dare to get too close at this critical juncture, which affected Wen Yiming's comprehension.

This kind of epiphany triggered at the critical moment of death will be useful for a lifetime.

"It's incredible! Cultivating the 'concentration' realm in less than a day!

The drunken man let out two unbelievable exclamations, showing the unrest and unparalleled shock in his heart at this time.

According to the private records of his predecessors, Focus! is not the most powerful of the three realms, but it is the most difficult to comprehend and trigger.

Just by looking at the name of the realm, you can know what it means to be focused, to be concentrated, to be concentrated!

The more proficient this realm is and the more comfortable it is in cultivation, the more extreme the degree of concentration will become. This will be twice the result with half the effort in comprehending exercises, martial arts, combat experience, etc.

Maybe it takes a year for others to comprehend a martial art, but with the blessing of the gain of concentration, it may be reduced to half a year, or even three months, or even a month.

What is the state of focus?

It's not a battle-oriented realm...

This is the realm of expelling the impurities of the Martial Arts Dao.

This is a divine skill for cultivating martial arts!

With it, at least until the Martial Sect period, you won't have to worry about encountering bottlenecks.

The drunkard doesn't know how many years he hasn't experienced ecstasy.

At this moment, he once again experienced the passion of his youth, yes, ecstasy!

Then, the ecstatic drunken man bent his waist, sat down lightly under the big tree, and said to himself with unconcealed joy: "Stinky boy, scared the old man to death! ”

The drunken man felt that the old Huai Dachang, who had not appeared for decades, poured out again.

It's not that the drunken man lacks concentration. He clearly knew that Wen Yiming, who had the realm of concentration, would rise in a short period of time as long as he didn't die halfway. What's more, because there is no bottleneck, he will break through the Martial Sect sooner or later. As for how long it will be sooner or later, he believes it won't be too long!

This is the anti-heaven aspect of the realm of concentration.

Martial Sect! I don't think the number of Martial Sect monks in the south is enough!

Martial Sect! I haven't had a Martial Sect in Shuangcheng for many years!

The drunken man wanted to laugh out loud, but he wasn't there yet.

His only task now is to protect Wen Yiming from being interrupted by any interference.

At this moment, the drunken man's perennial gourd has been thrown out by him, and he is afraid that he can't help but celebrate with wine and affect Wen Yiming's cultivation.

It's really exciting! Drunken Man said in his heart, before this, the old man thought that in three years, you kid could indeed contribute to the two cities, but now, the old man believes that in three years, you will surprise everyone. Wait, Famous Sword Heavenly Gate!

The drunken man's eyes are clear, and although he is two hundred meters away at night, he still sees Wen Yiming's movements in the slightest.

The drunken man was more satisfied with Wen Yiming the more he looked at him, and then his face suddenly changed, and he snorted: "Shu Jianfeng's rabbit cub actually made the first move." Hmph!"

In the past few days, Master Shu has been extremely suspicious of whether he has been infected with wind and cold.

Always sneezing when there's nothing to do...