"Unexpectedly, my cousin, he actually 。。。。。。 Letting the tears slide down his cheeks, Nangong Bin closed his eyes and said faintly.

Lin Yuanhai couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, he knew that the second son of the Nangong family rarely showed his true feelings, and he usually looked gentle and elegant, even if he learned the big news, he raised his eyebrows at most.

Now he is crying for his son, which shows how deep the friendship between the two is.

"Young Master Nangong, you have to hate my son!" With both hands clenched into fists, Lin Yuanhai took the opportunity to lower half his body and slowly knelt down. As long as he can successfully climb the big tree of the Nangong family, not to mention that this little kneel, even if he kowtows to the other party, he can bear it!

But before his knees touched the ground, an invisible force held him in the middle of the hanging.

"Lamber, you are out of sight, I will definitely take care of my cousin's death. Nangong Bin's eyes widened, he returned to his original expressionless appearance, and said coldly.

"Then thank you Young Master Nangong!" Lin Yuanhai said gratefully.

Stupid.

Seeing the other party's heartfelt look, a subtle smile flashed at the corner of Nangong Bin's mouth, things are developing smoothly in the direction he envisioned, and it must not be long before he has a chance to make a positive move.

At that time, if you use some small tricks, you won't deceive that little girl into the net?

"Limber, let's go into the village and talk in detail. Thinking about it, he made a gesture of invitation to Lin Yuanhai, and a group of people walked into the Lin family village.

。。。。。。

At ten o'clock in the quiet night, Miss Su was asleep, and the figure of a young man was practicing his family's spiritual martial arts skills over and over again not far away. Each punch he threw was unusually slow, and around the arms where the spiritual waves continued to spread, looming illusory spiritual veins gradually formed.

Since Zhan Feihong understood that if he wanted to enter the spiritual period, he had to enter the country with martial arts, and he had to practice for a certain number of hours every night, even for a whole night. The reason why the fist is slowed down is to feel the flow of spiritual veins in that arm more clearly, and let the body continue to experience this feeling, and over time, memories will be formed.

The method was slowly summed up by the young man, and according to this method, he had already condensed five spiritual veins outside his body.

Each of these spiritual veins outside his body has increased his fist power by about one percent, and the Qianjun fist strength that Zhan Feihong has displayed with his true strength at this time has reached more than six thousand catties.

But there is still some distance from the 8,000 catties of fist power in the smart period.

After fighting for more than an hour, the young man gasped for several breaths and settled down. Although this punch is very slow, it takes a lot of effort between punches and punches, and it seems that it is not easier than fast fighting.

Looking at the streaks of golden light around his arms that had not completely dissipated, a trace of hesitation appeared in his eyes.

If you practice like this, will you really be able to successfully break through to the realm of spiritualization?

In Zhan Feihong's consciousness, he always felt that he was still missing something. Indeed, the current solution is to take the hint given by the old man, and it stands to reason that there should be nothing wrong.

But who can guarantee that his understanding is 10% correct?

If he hadn't known the identity of the girl, he might have been patient enough to wait slowly, even if it took a few months, or even more than a year to complete the ascension, it would be fine.

But after carrying two major pressures on his body, Zhan Feihong's heart began to become impatient.

"What's the difference?" he patted his head, and he simply walked around the open space, his mind full of the scene when the old man was alive, and searched for all the details in a carpet way.

Suddenly, he remembered a sentence that the old man often said in the days when he was leaving:

"Spirituality, spirituality, without the spirit animal, there is no spirit to cultivate. ”

This sentence was put aside at the time, and it was pure nonsense. Originally, all the sources of spiritual energy for spiritual cultivation came from the body of the spirit beast, and without the spirit animal, it was naturally impossible to practice.

However, at this moment, the young man pondered something else.

Thinking back to the previous scenes of cultivation, except for summoning the natal spirit beast and harmonizing it with the double transposition when he was meditating, he had never made any contact with the five stars when he was cultivating the spirit martial arts combat technique.

I vaguely remember that during the period when the old man was practicing the Qianjun Fist Method to himself, his four-star gold-devouring ant seemed to have been on his shoulders and had never disappeared. At that time, he was still young, and he was all attracted by the gorgeous golden spirit battle qi, and now that he looks back on it, it is really like this.

Zhan Feihong's eyes couldn't help but light up, whether it was true or not, he finally found a new breakthrough.

Reaching out and taking out the five stars from his waist, he put it on his shoulder, and without saying a word, he forcibly entered the situation of double modulation.

Standing for the first time to absorb the aura of the spirit beast, Zhan Feihong only felt that it was much more difficult to maintain it than to meditate, so he simply didn't stop there.

But the next move is difficult to predict.

After all, he had never tried it in his life while boxing.

Nervously freed up his thoughts, the aura in the young man's spiritual sea began to swim towards the spiritual veins, gradually converging on his fist.

On the one hand, it was slowly inhaled, and on the other hand, it was condensed out, and Zhan Feihong could even feel the two streams in his body passing by, bringing a pinprick pain.

As a result, before he could throw his first punch, he couldn't hold on, let go of his consciousness and stopped.

"How is this possible?" the young man asked rhetorically, shaking his head secretly.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come up with a new method, so he had to bite the bullet and try again. Although he didn't succeed in playing the first form of Qianjun Fist this time, compared to last time, Zhan Feihong seemed to have caught a certain pattern.

As we all know, the popular method of double modulation and harmony is to rely on the spirit point to achieve synchronization with the spirit beast, and take this opportunity to build a bridge of spiritual energy, and then continuously cross the spiritual energy into their own spiritual veins.

The route of Qianjun Fist happened to pass through the spiritual veins connected to the spiritual acupoint on his shoulder. In this way, the two opposing auras will definitely collide at both ends.

So, can you put this pair of transposed and harmonious jumping beams into the cycle of the operation of the Lingwu Combat Technique, skip the supply of the Spirit Sea, and directly become the source?

The more the young man thought about it, the more he felt that there was this possibility, so he urged his mind to try to replace it with a prograde vein according to the reconciliation method of his family's "Jin Yuangong".

According to common sense, no one will absorb spiritual power in this way, because the route taken by this spiritual vein is not summarized in the spiritual sea, but flows into another spiritual acupoint, and finally dissipates into the formless.

With such cultivation, you can't gather any spiritual energy, and who will do this useless work in vain?