The magic power in Li Bufan's body no longer needed his guidance at all, so it ran on its own, following the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, through all over the body, the witch clan refining the body, but it did not necessarily condense the magic power to the dantian, from the dantian to the head, and then to the limbs, running quickly in a circle, scattered in every cell.

As soon as the magic power was running, Li Bufan felt that the original discomfort began to slowly disappear.

"Huh!" Zhang San couldn't help but scream, and he discovered the magic power in Li Bufan's body.

"If it is not broken, it will not stand, and it will not be broken! It seems that your witch bloodline has also been activated! Zhang Sanfeng didn't want to be happy, but there was still a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Xiao Fan, you have to remember the exercises you are practicing now, don't forget them, and do your major exercises in the future." Although Zhang Sanfeng didn't know the exercises that Li Bufan cultivated, he guessed that it should be a mantra obtained by bloodline inheritance.

Because of the martial arts inherited by the bloodline of the Wu clan, Li Bufan finally absorbed the drop of witch blood completely without any danger.

When Li Bufan absorbed the witch blood, Zhang Sanfeng let him use all his strength to split an axe, but the powerful attack power made Zhang Sanfeng secretly surprised in his heart, because Li Bufan's axe actually hit an attack that exceeded that of the Jindan monk with his physical strength alone. The Wicans are natural warriors with unparalleled talent! No wonder they all chose to walk with the power of the Tao.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng sadly found that he was no longer his little brother's opponent, it was so sad!

What's more, according to Li Bufan's situation, his strength has also reached a bottleneck, and the effect of this drop of witch blood has been much smaller, Zhang Sanfeng gritted his teeth and decided to take another drop of witch blood, although he does not have the blood of the witch clan, but it is absolutely okay to use him to refine his body.

"Xiao Fan, help me protect the Fa, I will also refine the witch blood!" Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Li Bufan, who was a little excited, and said.

"Okay, boss, but you have to be careful, the power of this witch blood is too strong, if I didn't get that nameless mantra, I'm afraid I would have exploded and died. Why don't I pass on the mantra to you first? Li Bufan responded, but as soon as he remembered his experience just now, he wanted to pass the mantra to Zhang Sanfeng.

"No need, if I'm not mistaken, it's the Wu Clan's inheritance technique, and ordinary people can't practice it." Seeing that Li Bufan was a little lost, Zhang Sanfeng comforted and said, "Don't worry, my exercises are no worse than yours, and there will be no problems." ”

Zhang Sanfeng took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the boulder, and also swallowed the witch blood in his mouth, and began to cultivate. He originally thought that with Ying Long's cultivation method, it would be easy to suppress a drop of witch blood, but he miscalculated, this witch blood can be said to be the inheritance of the Pangu bloodline, and it is also the top bloodline, and it is almost equal to the dragon bloodline.

"Ahh The two bloodlines, like two enemies of life and death, turned into a dragon with two bloodlines, and Zhang Sanfeng's body became a battlefield between the two for a while.

"Damn it!" Zhang Sanfeng never expected this situation to happen. He wanted to guide the dragon bloodline and avoid its edge, but he sadly found that the dragon bloodline did not seem to obey his command.

Zhang Sanfeng felt that he was accepting the most cruel pain at this moment, and he felt that he couldn't bear it!

What to do? What to do?

Zhang Sanfeng had begun to feel a little desperate, he felt that his internal organs had been crushed by the two blood-incarnated dragon clans.

At this moment, a torrent rushed out of the dragon ball and injected into the dragon formed by the dragon veins.

Zhang Sanfeng felt that his body was burning with raging flames, this was the Nine Nether Flames of the Extreme Yin Fire, and the flames poured out like the sun's rays of flowing gold. After a while, Zhang Sanfeng began to emit a steam-like blue mist.

Zhang Sanfeng roared, the Yuan Shen Pill formed by spiritual power took the opportunity to turn into a spiritual dragon, and for a while, the three dragons confronted each other.

"I can't take it anymore!" Zhang Sanfeng feels that he is now simply worse than death, and death is actually not terrible sometimes.

"But it's still bearable! I still have my unfinished business to do! Master, be patient! This is called cultivation, those who used to cultivate tepidly, there was no passion, this is enough, this is the real cultivation. Well, that's good! Zhang Sanfeng gave full play to YY's thoughts at the moment and wanted to numb himself.

Zhang Sanfeng was really in pain at this time, his body was completely immersed in flames, the air around him was permeated, the blood was completely burned and boiling, every pore of his body had been opened, and the stinging pain was overwhelming, he never imagined that there would be such pain.

What a pain! Let me die, I can't die yet!

Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes tightly at the moment, his body was huddled together, rolling like a baby, Zhang Sanfeng tried his best to endure the pain, focusing his mind on other places, trying to forget the pain on his body.

But the body was torn again and again, and it was restored again and again, which was too painful! Every time he concentrated, the intense pain made him collapse, because Zhang Sanfeng felt that he was more acute, and the pain seemed to be doubled.

He felt that his body was no longer his own, as if ten thousand arrows had pierced his heart!

", I'll bear it! I'll bear with it again! I'm going to be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle! I endure, I want to forget the pain, I want to concentrate ........." Zhang Sanfeng exerted his unprecedented patience and endured this inhuman torture fiercely.

Li Bufan watched outside, watching Zhang Sanfeng's skin crack inch by inch, and he was very anxious.

"Brother Three Winds, you must persevere!"

What to do, what should I do? Zhang Sanfeng knew that no one could save him now, only himself.

Zhang Sanfeng began to recall what he had learned, or what he knew, there were too many, and for a while, Zhang Sanfeng didn't know where to start.

The picture of his own cultivation slowly flowed through the bottom of Zhang Sanfeng's heart, the Confucian Haoran righteous decision, Ying Long's chaotic yin water dragon ancestor decision, the demon emperor's heavenly demon slaughter god decision, and Penglai Wonderland's free decision......

Confucianism is upright! Haoran righteousness! It seems that his understanding of Confucianism is too one-sided, and Zhang Sanfeng's heart moved.

Confucius sage created Confucianism, the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism, should be the golden mean! The golden mean refers to impartiality and compromise.

"The Analects of Yongye": "The golden mean is also virtue, and it is the most important." ”

The end of joy, anger and happiness is said to be in the middle, and the middle section is said to be the sum. Those who are in the middle are the great foundation of the world, and those who are harmonious are also the way of the world. The state of being unaffected by any emotion, maintaining calm, tranquillity, and peace is the true face of everything in the world.