"If you want to practice magic skills, lead the knife from the palace!"

As soon as Yang Zhengang was chosen, the eight big characters gathered majestic skills and rushed into the brain, straight to the big points all over the body, and finally gathered in the dantian. When the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info landed, a strong heat also kept gathering in his body, and Yang Zhen felt that he was like a powder keg, about to be ignited at any time. It's going to explode at any moment. The heat rushed up from the bottom of the dantian, and it was unstable.

It wasn't until it passed through the lower yin and perineum that that the true qi found a cathartic point, and after blending with the yin and cold, there was no longer any hindrance. Suddenly, Yang Zhen only felt that his ears were like drums, Huachi was full of liquid, caressing the mud pills, the true qi was full and the limbs were hundreds, and the qi was solid as the truth, like a big ding into a golden pill.

Yang Zhen was in the depths of the swamp, but he no longer felt suffocated, he had no distracting thoughts, he was focused on vitality, his left hand pressed lightly on his right hand, unconsciously unintentionally facing the sky, the qi surrounded the acupoints of the Ren vein, and dissipated, and in the end, there was no trace of wandering internal force!

His whole body is integrated with the internal force, like a return to the basics, like an elephant invisible! Like all things grow, like heaven and man incarnated! It is the gesture that is really angry; Flowers and flying leaves can hurt people!

Suddenly, Yang Zhen's eyes opened violently! His face was calm, looking at Jin Dan inwardly and checking the real body externally, only feeling that the endless power was constantly surging! He knew that as long as he moved, it was a lightning speed!

Fast! Fast! Fast! The key to "Sunflower Treasure Book" is only one word, fast! Fast! Knife fast! Happy! God is fast! Come on like a ghost! It's so fast that there are no flaws! Opponents, can't keep up with his speed! Can't find his weakness! There is no chance of fighting back!

Today we know what power is! What is speed! What is strong!

As soon as his mind turned, Yang Zhen laughed, and he rose to the sky!

Mr. Qing had already boiled the third pot of tea, and just as he was about to pour water on top of the tender green tea leaves, a seemingly nonexistent vibration was transmitted to the table, and his hand shook slightly, and he actually spilled a little.

His brows furrowed, and then he relaxed, and he shook his head at the ironclad flying attendant behind him and said, "This Yang Zhen, it's too disappointing for me!" Originally, I thought that he would be able to hold on for a few days, but I didn't expect that he couldn't hold back on the first day. That's fine. If I really let him hold out for a few days, maybe I won't be willing to kill him. Now it seems that he is still just a waste, go kill him, and go back with me. ”

As soon as Mr. Qing's voice fell, he saw a whirlwind whirling up from the middle of the swamp, and then, the wind swept in, and countless flying sand and rocks wrapped in mud swept towards Mr. Qing!

The guards spread their iron wings! In an instant, it turned into an impregnable wall of steel wings, blocking the water around Mr. Qing without a single flaw.

After the countless clanging sounds, the iron wings were retracted, and although these guards were covered with dirt, there was not a trace of scars on their bodies, let alone Mr. Qing who was protected inside!

Mr. Qing swallowed the last sip of tea, patted the non-existent dust on his body and stood up, he looked up and said, "If you can only do some juggling with water and mud, you can die in peace." ”

When he raised his head and looked at Yang Zhen, he was stunned. Because Yang Zhen, who was standing on the swamp, no longer had the tendency to sink, and there was no trace of dust on his body except for the original tattered clothes.

How can it be? How can it be! Yang Zhen stayed in the mud of the swamp for a few hours, how could it be that there was no muddy water on his body at all?

When he looked at Yang Zhen's eyes, even if his heart was as calm as water, he was also taken aback, because he felt that Yang Zhen at this time had nothing in common with Yang Zhen before except for his appearance, and he even suspected that Yang Zhen had been taken away in the swamp!

That kind of vast and boundless breath, that kind of momentum like a prison sea, and that kind of temperament like a heavenly punishment were revealed through those eyes that emitted a faint divine light!

He had a feeling that he was almost being seen through, and he quickly hid behind the guards, but his steady heart couldn't stop beating!

"Who are you!" His voice was a little sharp because of the trembling, this was definitely not Yang Zhen just now! This feeling beyond his comprehension and control made him feel extremely dangerous!