"Heavenly Dao Ninefold Breathing Method."

Fang Xuan pondered silently.

This technique can still be perfected, and it only needs to change the flow of an aura in the body.

The years are endless.

In addition to observation, he has many hobbies, imitating people, and learning.

To improve this technique, he had done it a long time ago, and he had simulated it countless times, and it had changed into a method that was extremely suitable for him.

"This is the first time I've cultivated with my physical body......"

The murmur sounded in the bamboo building.

Fang Xuan's eyes slowly closed.

There is a mysterious magic circle in the small courtyard opened, like ripples in the water, with the bamboo building as the center to cover the courtyard.

When the sun sets, the remnant sun is crimson, like a scarlet veil covering the world.

The crimson light shone on the bamboo building, and the figure on the bed was sprinkled through the window, and the figure was elongated.

"Whew."

The mouth is slightly open, and he exhales lightly.

This moment.

Fang Xuan on the bamboo bed seemed to be deflated, shrinking......

It's just that this phenomenon ended quickly.

His nose moved, his mouth was inhaling, the four directions of heaven and earth were changing, there was a huge air flow converging, and the scene appeared to the naked eye.

The anger was like a dragon with thousands of teeth, teeth and claws, and the hideous and domineering ones went towards his nose and mouth.

Streaming down......

There was the sound of running water.

The aura turned into liquid, converging towards Fang Xuan.

In the next breath, his whole person was wrapped in spiritual liquid, and it was his own strength, turning the spiritual qi into liquid and turning into stream water with the body of a mortal, which was terrifying.

Such a means of transcendence and sanctification, how can a mortal be driven.

The Heaven Devouring Ancient Bead was trembling, like a child who had found a home, and plunged into Fang Xuan's dantian.

Rumble!

There was a roar that exploded in this bamboo courtyard, like a thousand beasts roaring.

The entire bamboo building is full of aura and spiritual liquid, which is spread in every corner, which is a vision and a reality.

It's horrible.

In an instant, Fang Xuan's body was bulging, and he breathed into his nose.

As if he was not satisfied with this, Fang Xuan attracted the aura that entered the body to circulate in the meridians and flow in the blood.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Tidal waves resounded all around him.

The spirit liquefied dragon, like a river pouring into Fang Xuan's Heavenly Spirit Cover, submerged into every part of his body, and every inch of his skin was absorbing, as if it was a bottomless pit.

There was dirt on his body, but the next moment it was washed away.

The skin becomes fair, as young as a newborn, reborn and reborn.

……

Hospitable Inn.

The bookkeeper Wang, the fat Xiaoer who nodded and had, and the chef who stir-fried in the kitchen......

The clerks of this ordinary inn all looked at the small courtyard in the back.

"Interesting."

A man cleaning the toilet was whispering, his voice low and magnetic.

Fat Xiaoer stole a piece of meat on the guest's dish, wiped his pants with his greasy hand, grinned, his already small eyes narrowed, and he couldn't see it directly, "Don't you look away, this is a delicious demon clan." ”

Everyone has their own moves.

"Don't inquire about the guests."

Suddenly, there was an old voice in everyone's minds.

It is the king's steward.

Fat Xiaoer laughed, "Wasn't this bad old man dissatisfied just now, why did he suddenly maintain it." ”

"Fatty, don't force it, the king is just doing his own business, and the guests' affairs can't be explored."

Another voice sounded, the tone was immature and had a faint milky taste.

When I heard it, I was not very old.

It was a little girl of three or four years old, with pigtails doing the work of little adults, raising backyard civet chickens.

"Hey, hey......" The fat boy replied again and again.

Everyone continued to do their own thing, so abnormal that none of the guests in the inn noticed it, and they didn't notice it at all.

The movement in the backyard seems to be noticed only by the inn's staff.

It's business as usual, nothing different.

Fang Xuan's eyes opened suddenly, and the surrounding aura instantly poured into his body, not a single drop remained, not a single trace remained.

"Reiki turns Xuanqi."

He whispered in his heart.

All the aura washed over the body, and it was also converging towards the dantian.

The aura turns into liquid and flows in the blood, in the meridians, and even around the bones, all of this is like an extra heart, the aura is the blood, and the dantian is another heart, beating.

With the cycle, day after day, all the aura is transformed, turning into wisps of black gas.

Xuanqi!

The black thing that this aura turns into is Xuanqi.

Soon all the aura was turned into Xuan Qi, and one breath of Xuan Qi was formed.

"The rest of the tempered body is ready."

A whisper floated out of Fang Xuan's mouth.

He spoke, looking out the window, "The people sent by Su Wu should still have some time, there is enough time." ”

He quickly sealed his hands, guiding the remaining Xuan Qi to temper his body.

It's a long process.

The dark curtain falls, and the night is as cool as water.

Today seemed to be colder than ever, and the pedestrians walking on the road to the imperial capital pulled off their coats and shrunk their necks.

"Ahh

A warrior sneezed and blew his nose.

"Is it too much to visit the kiln?" Fellow warriors quipped.

"Get out of the way." The warrior rolled his eyes.

Eccentric.

There was a chill just now.

He looked around.

"Could it be that the practice has gone wrong?" He muttered, but the big nerve quickly threw away these troubles, and his eyes fell on the hospitable inn in front of him.

"Go get some wine and warm up."

At this time, my companion suggested that the two coincided.

And not long before they walked here, a black shadow appeared strangely from them like a ghost and then disappeared, and the two martial arts cultivators were stunned and didn't notice it.

Outside the small courtyard, on the edge of the Hospitable Inn.

The black shadow appeared, and he seemed to appear suddenly, without moving, which was more exaggerated than the shrinkage of the ground in the mortal storyteller.

He didn't move, but stood by the wall behind the Hospitality Inn.

"This is a small alley, gathering wind, the wind is cold, do you want to come to our inn to drink a glass of warm wine to warm up, today's Double Eleven is eight percent off."

A middle-aged man carrying a large amount of dung stood beside the black shadow.

The black shadow was slightly stunned.

Turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who picked up dung beside him.

"Is this the legendary Hospitable Inn?" The shadow spoke, his voice hoarse, as if he had stopped speaking.

He stared at the man and was silent for a long time.

The legendary inn sits in this prosperous red dust.

He heard this sentence from Su Wuhou, and he didn't understand the meaning of these words at first, but now he understands it.

Hongchen was originally a description of mortal things, but now it is crowned with the word legend, it goes without saying that this inn is not simple.

The person in front of him gave him the feeling of falling into the abyss.

The dark shadow stared at the person in front of him, observing.

The middle-aged man's voice was very good, but his face had a hideous scar, from the top of his head to his neck, and his head was wrapped in a turban.

This caused the dark shadow's pupils to shrink suddenly.

A wound that split the head in half, this bandana is more like a cloth tied to the head, and it seems that the head will crack when it is disassembled......

……

A chapter in the early morning, ask for a recommendation ticket! I heard that the recommended ticket will be more handsome, taller, and longer.