The black mist couldn't specifically understand what Jun Twelve was doing, and bent to the twelve's right hand, and it clearly felt the disorder of the aura in the twelve's body, like an exorcism.

It's terrifying. In ancient times, only when a monk had cultivated to an extremely high level and had no way ahead, he would stir the thick breath in his body like an ocean without restraint, hoping to find a ladder to heaven through this hysterical breath. But it's a pity that no one has succeeded in ancient times, and the light ones bleed to death, and the heavy ones were wiped out.

Jun Twelve's current breath is like a drop in the bucket, and it is pitiful. Under the wanton operation, he will not die, but he will shatter the source, and he can only live in boundless pain in the future.

The black fog was a little overwhelmed for a while. It waved its right hand and hesitated, if it blocked Jun Twelve at this time, then Jun Twelve would be able to live, but there would definitely be no possibility of cultivation. If you go with him, then everything is still unknown. After thinking about it for a long time, Black Mist put his hand down, it had to admit that the previous path had not been successful, and if Twelve could take a different path, he might be able to go further.

The breath in Twelve's chest was like a violent wind, and several incorporeal dragon shapes violently slammed into the veins, forcing them to break away from the blockage for a few points.

"Ahh At the same time, he also discovered that the veins that rushed away left the purest cyan blue breath. These blue-blue breaths are like good medicine covering the ruptured veins, serving as a carrier to stitch the ruptured meridians together.

"The meridians have really expanded a bit!" Black Mist was surprised, how did Twelve expand the meridians without relying on starlight?

Twelve did not stop, and continued to guide the breath to rush through the level. This boundless pain, Twelve is not without feeling, nor is it that he does not want to escape. It was only when he felt the joy of the dragon's breath dancing in the wind that a hearty feeling rose from the tip of his heart, and he was getting stronger.

"You're not going to go mad, are you?" muttered Black Mist.

At this moment, Qiu Zhengshan raised his hands and ran the stop.

"Tut-tut, the two flowers are infinitely useful, and the old man's love in the past and his courage to try it are now perfectly connected in this body. Qiu Zhengshan's body is as light as a swallow, the whole person looks empty, and between his breaths, he spits in an inch.

"A punch is sacrificed, and the eternity sinks. Qiu Zhengshan muttered a punch, it was no different, one of his little hands was cute.

"Hey, hey, if the sky is on my Qiu Zhengshan, one punch shocked the eternal sleep. Qiu Zhengshan stood at the door and laughed, his left hand behind him, and his right hand punched straight to the sky.

There was no change at first, but the punch was thrown very slowly, and the breath was like smoke, slowly spreading, but when the punch approached the clouds, the clouds exploded. Even in the distant sky, there was a faint ripple rippling.

This punch made the black mist look amazed again and again, and it hooked up the five elements between heaven and earth with a light and fluttering punch. A punch was struck, attracting the Origin Secret Power, causing the void to explode.

"The fist is shocking. Black Mist couldn't have imagined that this old man would have such a fist style, which was completely different from his temperament.

"Could it be that it is a hundred years of Tibetan meaning?" The black mist was curious, in the past, there were monks who had a deep hatred of the sea of blood, and hid the sword for thousands of years, and after a sword was sacrificed, the heavens were disillusioned.

Qiu Zhengshan held his breath and calmed down and returned to the Buddha Temple. He saw Jun Twelve, who was gritting his teeth, and he wanted to figure out what was holding him back. It's a pity that a broken sword always hovers around Jun Twelve's side, and as soon as Qiu Zhengshan approached, the broken sword roared softly.

"What a powerful spirit sword, is it controlled by someone or has spiritual sense?"

After a while, Twelve senses reached his limit and stopped.

He saw Qiu Zhengshan looking at him with a flattering face, and the look of love in his eyes gave him goosebumps.

"Little brother, what's the matter with you, you've gone mad?" Jun Twelve was staring at the ground uncomfortably, and what was in front of him was an old monster who had eaten two flowers.

"Haven't you asked for the name of the Taoist friend yet?" Qiu Zhengshan twisted his little meat leg and approached Twelve.

"Stay away from me first. "At this time, Twelve's whole body was full of severe pain after the expansion of the meridians, and his original qi was still blending with the meridians.

"Yes, who is the surname of the Taoist friend, and where is the Tao?" Qiu Zhengshan consciously withdrew and looked at the twelve with a smile.

"Just call me twelve. Jun Twelve said.

"Twelve, what a domineering name. Twelve, twelve, together, isn't it the word king?" Qiu Zhengshan's expression suddenly realized.

"The old man Qiu Zhengshan, when he was young, his family was poor, and he fed on grass and mustard, but he was fortunate to have the method and embarked on the road of cultivation. Now he is majoring in boxing and wants to be the first in martial arts. Without waiting for Jun Twelve to speak, Qiu Zhengshan talked about his life experience.

"Ask him what is the big deal in boxing, and I'll reward him with a sword. Hei Wu said that he really wanted to know the return of Qiu Zhengshan's boxing, and ordinary people did not have enough perseverance to hide their intentions for a hundred years.

"Qiu Zhengshan, there is a righteousness when you read it. You said that you used boxing, and I will exchange a sword for a punch for you, what do you think?" Jun Twelve asked.

"Hey, hey, that's exactly what I want. "Qiu Zhengshan really has a majestic and upright peak in his heart, and he wants to gather the spirit of a hundred schools, bring purple qi to the east, and cast his fist high in the sky.

"Do you want to go to the battlefield outside the mountains to compete?" asked Qiu Zhengshan.

"No, it's here. Jun XII replied.

The Buddha Temple is very narrow, and fighting here is bound to cause destruction. And if you go to the battlefield outside the mountain, you don't have to worry, there are monk battles all year round, people are used to it, and the monsters will consciously avoid it.

In the end, Qiu Zhengshan nodded, and the narrow range could see more clearly how Jun Twelve made his sword.

"Wait for the old man to prepare, and it will be fine in an instant. Qiu Zhengshan said.

Between the five elements of heaven and earth, life flows. Gold and wood are thunder, gold and fire are electricity, thunder and lightning give birth to all things, water and wood are yin, fire and wood are yang, and yin and yang turn chaos.

Qiu Zhengshan walked the martial arts path in the early years, cultivated the inside, and also won the rivers and lakes for a short time, and made some achievements in the way of breath circulation.

"Look at it, the old man has gone through a lot of hardships and combined martial arts with the mysteries of heaven and earth to realize this punch. Qiu Zhengshan's momentum rose from the ground and instantly became a peak.

On closer inspection, countless aircurrents visible to the naked eye swam from Qiu Zhengshan's body, agitating Gangfeng. Miraculously, even the spiritual power of the Origin Heaven and Earth scattered outside also gathered and fell into Qiu Zhengshan's hands.

Qiu Zhengshan stood up straight, and there was a terrifying power on his fat right hand that others could not imagine.

The punch swung slowly, slowly, slowly, but distorted the light around it. Black Mist is well-informed, and he also nods frequently at this moment.

When this punch was completely punched, it did not fall apart, but left a fist-sized mark in the air in front of Qiu Zhengshan.

"The breath is swirling freely, this is the Grandmaster!" Black Mist exclaimed.