Giving up the delusion in his heart, the boy blinked his eyes and suddenly carried the power to cross the border.

This cross-border power is already at the level of the spiritual period, so why not start from this aspect?

Zhan Feihong lowered his head and stared at his arms that were outwardly manifested, and his wide cuffs were constantly fluttering with the drumming of the golden aura, and the aura hidden in them became brighter and brighter.

"It's so obvious beyond the arm, how does the spiritual vein hidden in it work?" he breathed, involuntarily thinking of the point.

Before, because the young man's cultivation was not enough, he didn't care much about the exploration of the spiritual period, and whenever he used the power to cross the border, the dazzling aura always discouraged him, and he couldn't peek into the secrets.

Now that he is only one step away from promotion and spiritualization, he has to correct his attitude and re-attach importance to this issue.

However, with the current Jiaolong double pupils, it is very difficult to see clearly the operation mode in the spiritual veins of the arm.

"It would be nice if I could condense this outward aura in my arm and make it less dazzling。。。。。。 With a sigh, Zhan Feihong muttered.

It's a pity that this sentence he said inadvertently will not be able to be done until he mentions the ten patterns again and steps into the next realm.

After hesitating for a while, the young man transformed the power of crossing the border into a softer wood aura, but after transporting the dragon's double pupils, he was still full of mang, and he couldn't see any mystery.

"I don't believe it. The more he looked at it, the more depressed he became, and he couldn't help but pour all the ten patterns of flexible power he had just gained into Jiaolong's double pupils, which was more energetic.

Unexpectedly, this stubborn behavior really made him find clues.

Through the more blood-red world, Zhan Feihong finally saw a faint ripple in this outward aura.

Although this ripple is fleeting, the meaning of it is great.

In the realm of Lingmeng, the aura runs in the spiritual veins around the body and is contained in the spiritual sea.

In the realm of agility, the aura seeps out into the flesh and skin, and the whole body is constantly running.

So, isn't this realm of spiritualization。。。。。。

The young man raised his hands violently, and the two wood spirit nets converged in the palm acupoint, ready to go.

He took this opportunity to carefully observe the entire process from the condensation of the wood spirit qi to the combat technique, and the flowing veins became clearer.

In this way, his guess is not far from ten.

"I didn't expect this aura to work outside the body!" let out a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on the corner of Zhan Feihong's mouth.

Although in the cultivation content recorded in Zhanjia's "Jin Yuangong", there is only a brief introduction to the power of spiritualization, and there is no specific cultivation plan, but the young man is full of confidence in his future cultivation path.

Of course, this is also closely related to the fact that he has a pair of eyes that can visualize aura.

After realizing the path, Zhan Feihong walked quickly back to the cave where the two of them were sleeping, summoned five stars, crossed his legs and prepared to try this new possibility all night.

After a few breaths, one man and one beast entered a state of double modulation.

Silently counting down to a hundred, the young man's eyes gradually broke open a gap, and at the same time, the aura in his body suddenly surged.

"Break out of the body, heaven and earth are my spiritual veins!"

This sentence is easy to say, but if you do it, I don't know how long it will take to try again and again before you can see that glimmer of hope.

。。。。。。

Until dawn the next day, Zhan Feihong did not succeed in shaping an invisible spiritual vein that existed outside the body.

Standing up slowly, a spiritual cultivator like him will no longer be numb in his hands and feet because he has been meditating for too long.

Glancing back at Miss Su, who was still lying on a thick blanket, he walked out lightly and came to the open space last night, playing the Zhanjia's signature spiritual martial arts combat technique, Qianjun Fist.

After Na Ling is finished, Zhan Feihong always has to practice his family heirloom combat skills for a while, which is a habit he has developed for more than four years.

Constantly slamming his fist one move at a time, the young man couldn't help but recall the scene when the old man was still alive, and the golden shadow of the punch continued.

Although his current cross-border strength has exceeded the level of the old man, as his closest elder, the young man still respects the other party from the bottom of his heart.

Thinking about it, Zhan Feihong's set of Qianjun Fist has been finished from beginning to end.

He subconsciously retracted his posture, and looked at the arm that was about to fall, but found an extremely faint striped vein, floating between the golden aura.

This vein was so similar to the extracorporeal spiritual vein that he had been desperately conceiving.

It wasn't until the golden light completely dissipated that Zhan Feihong came to his senses. His crimson eyes floated back and forth, and he blinked seven times in a row, and finally thought of something.

Think about how the old man broke through the realm of agility and promoted to spirituality?

He deliberately practiced martial arts in front of me again and again, could it be said that it was just to show me a lot of fun?

One question after another was strung into a line, and the young man stepped forward heavily, his fists bursting with golden aura, and he opened the frame of Qianjun Fist.

Double punch 。。。。。。 Tiger finger three penetration。。。。。。 Hit the back of the elbow in a row。。。。。。

Every time he played a new move, the clarity of the spiritual vein in his mind was a little higher, and when he hit the hook dragon break, a translucent golden vein suddenly lit up, and a faint golden light continued to ripple around the surroundings!

"Good!"

A short but powerful shout erupted from the boy's mouth like thunder, and he flipped his wrist and unleashed the strongest combo move of Qianjun Fist-

Thirteen dozen broken vines!

The reason for this name is precisely because of the power of these thirteen consecutive blows, even the soft rattan stakes used by the Zhan family to test their fist power cannot be resisted, and with the realm of the Ten Patterns of Agility and Great Perfection, they can be beaten into a puddle of green water.

If you use Zhan Feihong's current cross-border power to hit a person, even if this person reaches the realm of the Eight Patterns Spiritual Transformation Period, I am afraid that he will end up seriously injured.

Of course, this kind of combo that breaks out in a short period of time is also extremely terrifying for the caster.

If you insist on exercising a spiritual cultivation that has not reached the Ten Patterns and Agility, you will only end up losing your strength, and even leave internal injuries that are difficult to heal.

Since then, the boy has not used this technique, even if his cross-border power is sufficient, but once he is about to fight, it will cost a full thirteen punches. The thirteen punches that burst out with all his strength would consume all the cross-border power in his body. He wouldn't have done such a stupid thing without the certainty of absolute hit.

The ferocious fist tore the air out of the cracks, and Zhan Feihong was obviously the first time to use this broken vine thirteen dozen, but it was like flowing water, without half a point of stagnation.

As for the reason, it is nothing more than four years of unremitting training, which has made him understand the essence of Qianjun Boxing.

And this thirteen dozen broken vines is the display of the essence of Zhanjia Qianjun Fist.