The cultivation method of returning the three jin to the yuan jin is a footwork.

This footwork has an indomitable momentum, and the martial god catalogue in the exercise is very clear for him to open the door to the mystery of this exercise.

He peered out and peeked into the subtleties of the exercises.

The head is in the sky, the feet are gripping the ground, and the mind is calm and dantian, which can be described as the essence of refining the body.

The head hangs, the waist is convex, the tail is constricted, the spine is the middle section, connecting the hands and feet, the hands and feet are combined, the spine is the axis, punching and walking, such as a big bell.

Fang Li walked very slowly, meditating on the movements of the Martial God Catalogue, trying to find the rhythm and rhythm in it.

With each step of the line, I feel that there is no lack of energy, and all of them are surging.

As the strength passed, the muscles of the body rolled and wriggled, slowly convex and concave like a snake.

The strength subsided, and the muscles converged again.

The three-point step is extremely mysterious, and there is an endless surge of energy in every step of the line, driving every inch of the body to twist the muscles.

Strength comes from the body and acts on the body, becoming the most fertile nourishment and nourishing the body's muscles.

Stepping on foot, the three forces are combined, Fang Li is like an angry King Kong, and he feels that one look can kill.

He stepped on a special step, stepping out of a mysterious rhythm, and the muscles of his whole body were like a steel wire, stirred by the three forces, turning and twisting.

"Shhh......h

Fang Li had only practiced for half an hour before he collapsed under the sore muscles.

The muscles are energetic and feed back to the body, but they are the most energy-consuming.

He was like a lump of mud at the moment, leaning against the edge of the bed, panting.

It took half an hour of rest to regain most of his strength, and he was also thinking about his divine will while resting.

The "three strengths" of the three-point return to the Yuan Jin are easy to comprehend, after all, there is a complete Martial God catalog.

Every detail of the action can be seen clearly, and if this is not done, it will be a waste material in a thousand thousands.

But its "divine will" is a bit mysterious.

Fang Li simulated the demeanor of the Martial God in the Martial God Catalog, and only entered that mysterious state a few times.

That feeling is like a martial god possessing the body, not angry and self-righteous, as if he can kill people with his eyes, and has great power.

At the moment of entering the divine will, it seems to be able to control the organs in the body, control the peristalsis of the large intestine, and control the bladder concussion......

Fang Li was very surprised, if he was able to enter the divine will, he might be able to condense the nerve muscles.

He tasted the sweetness, and as he walked vigorously, he kept groping for the laws of entering the divine will.

During this period, he entered several times, but he was not satisfied, and he could not find the trick to enter at any time.

Fang Li thought back to the feeling he had when he had entered the Divine Sense a few times before, and finally found a trick in countless drills.

With the supreme divine power of the martial god in his heart, the divine soul will naturally hypothetically derive his virtual body.

Heart to mind, staring at something in front of you, concentrating, preoccupied.

The Martial God Phantom is no longer confined to his mind, imagining that he is a Martial God, and his eyes will be condensed.

However, this kind of condensation method cannot be done at will, it requires preparation time in the early stage, and the condensed Martial God phantom in the eyes is also blurred, like transparent.

However, Fang Li was not discouraged, but even more excited.

Bang bang bang!

A punch was thrown.

"After only practicing for an hour, I punched like a tiger, and my strength increased a lot, is this the mystery of the supreme exercise?"

Fang Li looked at his fist blankly, a little incredulous.

After pondering for a while, I had a guess in my mind.

"Maybe it's because the three energies have activated the muscles I used to condense and mobilized them all. ”

"In the past, only half of the body's cells were running with a punch, and the other half of the body's cells were eating melons and watching a play, which was caused by the defects of the cultivation method. ”

"Now that I have cultivated three points of Yuan Jin, I punched out three strengths, mobilized ninety percent of my muscles, and how much strength my flesh cells have stored, how much strength I can play, and there is no suspicion of watching a play. ”

"The three-point return to the yuan is really mysterious, almost every muscle in the body can be condensed, and ordinary boxing methods can only condense most of the muscles in the body, and the two are simply far apart. ”

Fang Li smiled slightly, his eyes were full of energy, and the supreme technique added to his body, which inexplicably increased a trace of confidence.

His eyes sparkled, and he began to rehearse again.

The steps under his feet are sharp, and the muscles on his body are surging, tempered over and over again.

This is a process of transformation, such as the transformation of wool iron into pure gold, tempered thousands of times, and becoming famous.

What Mao Tie sheds is impurities, and the "impurities" on Fang Li's body are the shackles that bind him.

The three energies surged, and the muscles "creaked", like twisting clothes, twisting clothes into sticks.

Just as Fang Li took a step, a surge of strength surged, and his muscles trembled.

On the muscles condensed into strands, black lines appeared, locking him in completely, and he looked very crazy.

This is the shackles of the flesh.

The shackles are like God's prison chains, which can only be manifested when the body is strong enough to a certain extent.

The criss-crossing shackles of immortality bound his muscles and blocked his power.

This may be the punishment of the gods, breaking the shackles, or destroying the order of the gods, or maybe it is a retrograde.

"Is this a shackle? How is it like a cage to seal the treasure of the human body? Is it an immortal means of implanting human genes? Or is it a barrier that the human body is born with to break?"

Looking at the flickering black shackles on his body, Fang Li frowned.

In his heart, he especially wanted to break it, because his color and the strange runes on it made him dislike, inexplicably disliked, disliked from the depths of his soul.

Fang Li frowned, thinking of a lot.

He began to adjust his breathing, and when his energy was full, he surged three strengths, stretched his body violently, and wanted to break the shackles on his arms.

Unfortunately, he didn't succeed, but his biceps was shocked, and his whole arm was numb.

The black shackles on his arms swelled dramatically, and the prison chains were tight, suppressing his strength, locking him tightly, preventing him from having a chance to break through.

Strange runes loomed on the black shackles, showing supreme order, and Fang Li's chest was stuffy, and he was a little depressed.

He was unwilling, and continued to practice the three steps.

The three energies converge and stir, like a real dragon roaring, unwilling to be bound, covering the sky with one hand, and splitting the ground with one foot is its domain.

After some practice, the muscles roared, as if they were about to devour each other.

Fang Li knew that this had reached the limit of cultivation, and if he continued to practice, he would die of emptiness.

Without hesitation, he directly took a spiritual lotus, smelted the vitality through the smelting furnace, and merged into the muscles.

The blood boiled, the muscles roared.

A trace of hot energy suddenly appeared in the meridians, followed by the second and third threads...... Until the twelve canons and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra have gathered this hot energy.

Fang Li clenched his fists, the essence in his eyes flashed, and he already had a guess.

Suddenly reaching out and pointing, a force shot out from the meridians.

Woohoo!

Three transparent bolts of energy shot out from the fingertips, directly piercing the wooden table, and even the steel floor was hit with three black dots.

Fang Li was overjoyed, knowing that this was the power of the essence and the transformation of the essence.

The power of the essence is produced by the fusion of essence blood and muscles.

It can nourish the body internally, so there is: "My family's essence is nourishing the spiritual field, and the spiritual seedlings can live for 10,000 years." ".

It is the strength that acts on the outside, and it is the endless divine power, so there is: "Three energies run through the sky, and the divine power shocks the vastness." ".

The power of Jingyuan may be what the ancients called "internal force".

However, Fang Li had no way to verify it, and he didn't dare to confirm it.

The essence qi transformed into the power of the essence element, and the strength in the body was generated, and at this moment, Fang Li officially stepped into the shackle realm.