Chang Lang had an unusually fulfilling time during this time, getting up in the morning and starting to practice swordsmanship, teaching others in the afternoon to see the training of other people in the team by the way, and practicing internal skills at night, thanks to Zhu Houzhao, Chang Lang often brought some gadgets to Zhu Houzhao, and asked for some medicinal materials or something. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Chang Lang has practiced the Blood Knife Heart Sutra to the seventh layer, the Blood Knife Heart Sutra has a total of seven seven and forty-nine layers, when practicing to the seventh layer, Chang Lang feels that the internal qi in his body has a small strand, when he travels through the meridians in the body, Chang Lang feels numb in the body, but when Chang Lang is lucky to his hands and legs, Chang Lang can feel that his strength is much greater. It seems that the internal qi has the attribute of increasing his strength, Chang Lang shook his hands tightly, feeling the huge power from his hands, Chang Lang tried, if he used his internal qi to support his hands, Chang Lang estimated that he had nearly a hundred catties of strength in his hands, don't underestimate these powers, now Chang Lang is still small, and the internal strength has just been practiced, and the internal strength will be powerful in the later stage, Chang Lang estimates that if he practices the internal strength, it is estimated that he will have a strength of close to five hundred catties, Coupled with his own strength, it is estimated that he can also reach the strength that the ancients said can carry the tripod, Chang Lang became excited when he thought about it.

Chang Lang looked out the window at the snow that had fallen overnight, the yard was already white, Chang Lang got up and walked out of the house, from the shelf in the corner of the yard, took a single knife, and spread it out in the yard, Chang Lang closed his eyes, feeling as if he had come to the snow mountain, the mountain road was steep and the wind was wild, Chang Lang couldn't help but take root under his feet, the knife in his hand danced, as if the wind was isolated, from the outside, Chang Lang was like a silver-white dragon around Chang Lang up and down, flashing a little silver from time to time.

Chang Lang exhaled a breath of turbidity, feeling a lot more relaxed all over his body, opened his eyes and saw that there was no snow in the center of the yard at all, and it was all swept around the yard by Chang Lang's knife qi just now, Chang Lang was shocked in his heart: "This is really what I did."

Chang Lang felt it, his internal strength had broken through just now, and with the strength of his internal strength when he broke through just now, he directly showed such great power, if Chang Lang had it again, it was estimated that he would not be able to achieve this effect. Chang Lang couldn't help but regret it, if I could keep doing this, I guess I was a well-known master.

Chang Lang let go of the regret in his heart and tightened the knife in his hand, one day, I will rely on my own strength to reach the peak, not by the period when I broke through.

Chang Lang simply cleaned up, put the knife back on the shelf, and walked directly to the kitchen, seeing that his mother was having breakfast, Chang Lang filled a bowl of porridge by himself, sat down next to his mother and said, "Mother, where are the eldest brother and eldest sister?"

"They, they haven't gotten up yet, they've been busy with the New Year's Eve at home recently, and your kid hasn't come out to help, but your eldest brother is tired." After speaking, he glanced at Chang Lang.

Chang Lang smiled, took a sip of porridge and said, "Mother, is there anything else you want me to help with?"

"It's all over, what do I want you to help with, I can't find you when I want you to come out, and now you show up when you're free." After speaking, Chang Lang glanced at it.

Chang Lang lowered his head in embarrassment, quickly ate the breakfast in front of him, wiped his mouth and said goodbye to his mother.

Chang Lang had breakfast, saw that there was nothing to do, he had already finished practicing the knife in the morning, the training was a combination of work and rest, and there was no much progress in blindly practicing hard, so Chang Lang gave himself a vacation, and he had been practicing hard some time ago, and the situation of the other people in the brocade guard did not pay much attention.

Chang Lang walked out of Chang Mansion, and didn't care about the light snow in the sky, Chang Lang walked directly to Wang Lang's house, which was closest to him. Wang Lang's house is not far from Chang Lang's house, only two streets apart, Chang Lang is now proficient, directly through the alley and came to Wang Lang's house, as usual, Chang Lang stepped forward and patted the door, not long after, Wang Lang opened the door. Chang Lang saw that it was Wang Lang who opened the door, and said, "How have you been practicing recently?"

Hearing Chang Lang's question, Wang Lang said directly: "Boss, don't worry, I've made a lot of progress recently."

Chang Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, yes, why don't we practice together, and let me see how much you have improved recently."

"How bad is this, boss, if I accidentally hurt you, then my sister-in-law will have to come to me every day to trouble."

"Yo, your tone is not small, and I'm afraid of hurting me, it's okay, if you hurt me, you have the ability."

Wang Lang laughed and said, "That's okay, boss, don't blame me if you lose."

Chang Lang waved his hand and walked directly to Wang Lang's martial arts training ground. When I walked to take a look, I saw that the servants inside were cleaning the snow on the ground, Chang Lang saw that he was about to finish cleaning, so he was not in a hurry to compete, he leaned on the pillar casually, watching them clean the snow.

"Come on, let me see how much progress you've made lately, and you're letting out such a tone." Chang Lang held a single knife and said lightly.

After saying that, he made a direct progress under his feet, and the knife in his hand was drawn out, Wang Lang hurriedly dodged it, Chang Lang saw that Wang Lang dodged his moves, and it was not surprising, if he often fought for so long and couldn't dodge, Chang Lang felt strange. Chang Lang took advantage of the situation to launch the Eight Styles of Bloody Battle, and Wang Lang fought back and forth, difficult to solve, Chang Lang felt Wang Lang's strength, and felt that he was indeed no worse than himself when he used this set of knife techniques now, which was also caused by Chang Lang's recent focus on the Hell Dementor Knife, Chang Lang saw that he knew almost everything, and estimated that Wang Lang's strength was not much worse than when he didn't learn the Hell Dementor Knife before, and he jumped out of the battle circle directly, and the knife in his hand began to cast the Hell Dementor Knife. Wang Lang didn't expect Chang Lang to change his moves halfway and start to fall into the downwind, and was pressed and beaten by Chang Lang, seeing that Wang Lang showed a flaw, the knife in Chang Lang's hand directly opened Wang Lang's knife, and put the knife directly on Wang Lang's neck before Wang Lang reacted. Wang Lang smiled helplessly and said, "Boss, I thought that I had made enough progress during this time, but I didn't expect you to be so perverted."

Chang Lang smiled, he hasn't used his internal strength yet, if he uses his internal strength, he will beat you every minute. Chang Lang had a discussion with Wang Lang, and felt comfortable physically and mentally, sure enough, his happiness was based on the pain of others, and he had abused Wang Lang just now, and it was really cool.