The blood shadow carried an inexplicable spirituality, and the essence light in his pupils flickered, as if there was really a master who was proficient in Xingyi Fist standing here, carefully guiding Nangong Fan's disciple who had only appeared after countless years.

Each of the Blood Shadow's movements was extremely slow, as if he was afraid that Nangong Fan would not be able to see clearly and would not be able to keep up with his movements.

One shape, the right arm is straight, the left arm is shrunk back to the waist, the left leg is leaning forward, the right leg is half squatting, there is the style of descending the dragon, there is the shape of the dragon ascending to the sky.

Two shapes, the left leg leans forward, the body leans forward, the right leg is level with the body, and the hands push forward, there is the style of the tiger leaving the hole, and there is the courage to pounce on food.

Such as the dragon ascending to the sky, such as the tiger pounces on food, such as the monkey is smart, such as the horse galloping, such as the dragon floating in the water, such as the chicken independence, such as the swallow dexterity, such as the harrier turning over, such as the snake bending and stretching, such as the vertical tail of the bird, such as the eagle spreading its wings, such as the bear colliding.

The shape is 12 shapes, and the shape is spiritual.

Each shape is like a beast coming in person, accompanied by the roar of the beast, there is a muffled thunder in the sky above the sea of knowledge, and the shadow of the beast looms behind it, as if there is really such a strange beast stepping out of the void. The whole body is majestic, but it is fierce and abnormal.

With the movement of the blood shadow, there was a flow of air from the dantian in each rotation, invading the heart. Strange blood can be seen in the heart, and under the washing of the air current, tough blood streaks emerge and merge with the heart.

Under the continuous washing of this air current, the heart beats more powerfully.

After the end of the twelve-shaped, Nangong Fan unconsciously opened the jade bottle on the table with both hands, and the blood in the bottle did not have the slightest smell of blood, but with a fragrance that penetrated into his heart, like the most delicious elixir in the world.

The blood is ordinary, like the blood of mortals, and the resentment and energy originally contained in it have long been banned by the strong for future generations to better absorb it, and even the spirituality in it is still hidden in it even after thousands of years.

Nangong Fan's arm was raised mechanically, the jade bottle fell to his mouth, he raised his head slightly, and drank the blood in one gulp.

The blood shadow seemed to be waiting for this moment, and began to dance again, and Nangong Fan immediately danced with the blood shadow. The wisp of qi that had just been born was wrapped in blood and went to the heart under the traction of this action.

The blood shadow is one style at a time, and the moves are extremely slow, and once again the general shape of the shape and meaning of the twelve forms, he only deduces the six forms of the bear shape in his mind. Like a dedicated mentor who tirelessly teaches this one and only student.

The bear squatted and gathered momentum, advanced and retreated freely, and jumped up.

Then the bear pressure is like Mount Tai pressing the top, and the momentum is magnificent.

Rolling on the ground, like a bear rolling a mountain, the joints exert force on the way.

Fight closely, exert force at the waist, and collide with the back, like a bear backing the mountain.

Hugging the enemy with his hands, tearing and pulling, doing everything, like a bear hugging a mountain.

From time to time, there was a loud shout, and the sound was shocking, deterring the enemy.

Among the beasts, bears are the most vigorous, and they can often scare enemies with a roar. It is also known for its infinite strength, and can fight with the king of beasts, the lion and tiger, without falling behind, and can wrestle with the largest elephants.

Bear-shaped boxing, a boxing method made by observing the movements of the bear demon, can be said to give full play to the advantages of the bear.

Nangong Fan's hands and feet moved with the blood shadow. The heat flow of the dantian continues to gush out, flowing into the heart in a mysterious route, nourishing the heart's beating heart.

Inside Nangong Fan's heart, which could not be seen, blue blood beads were entrenched in the center, ignoring the white warm current that entered it like a god.

The black dragon blood that had just entered the heart wrapped the black-red blood beads that were curled up in the corner, and they did not refuse the white warm current that came to them.

The black-red blood beads kept tumbling, stirring the white warm current, and the red blood beads gradually faded away, and bursts of cheerful dragon moans sounded from them.

If the red black dragon's blood is compared to the ocean, then the blood bead in the middle is the real dragon swimming in it.

The red color in the blood beads disappeared, and Nangong Fan woke up from his godlessness, and a trace of white liquid flowed out of the black blood beads and flowed into the newly created blood, thus replenishing his body with the flow of blood. At this time, a dark shadow of a true dragon faintly appeared behind Nangong Fan, with deep pupils and an aura of ancient majesty.

Nangong Fan froze in place, as if he was still intoxicated by the bear-shaped fist movements taught by the blood shadow and couldn't extricate himself.

The gurgling sound sounded from the stomach, waking up the pensive Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's face was bitter, "It seems that it has been a long time?"

As he spoke, his thoughts moved, and a piece of dry food appeared in front of the black ring. Hold your sour arm and swallow it, only then do you feel better.

His aunt Hei Yushang has always taken good care of him, but he has prepared a lot of things in his ring, although he couldn't take anything out of the ring before, but he usually travels with a descendant, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

Nangong Fan barely stood up straight, his tired body flashing. As the body stood upright, the black dragon phantom behind it slowly dissipated without a shadow.

Nangong Fan took a step forward, raised his hand to take down the Black Dragon Sword, and put away the two remaining ancient books and the black scales on the table, although he couldn't figure out what these things were, but it must be extremely extraordinary to let the inherited ancestor leave it so solemnly, and it can basically be said that it is difficult to find it in this nether realm.

Nangong Fan naturally won't let this go in any way, who knows if he can enter this secret place again after he gets this legacy of creation?

As soon as Nangong Fan put away all the items left by Hei Batian, he felt that this completely sealed space had a great repulsive force on him, as if he couldn't wait to drive him away.

"It's so ruthless. Nangong Fan complained, nodded with satisfaction for the harvest of this trip, but he still muttered to Hei Batian's stinginess in his heart, he was still going to spend some time studying this space! This place that the Hei family had not discovered for a thousand years must have its own uniqueness.

Nangong Fan didn't notice that the black dragon pattern under his feet slowly emerged again, and the mysterious and powerful power was contained in it, and the ghostly light completely enveloped Nangong Fan's body, and disappeared into this sealed space with Nangong Fan.

A fresh breeze surged under the sealed floor of the space, and the burning oil lamps were extinguished in the wind, and the space returned to its original darkness and loneliness.

Nangong Fan only felt that it was dark in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already seeing the three-meter-long ordinary spear, which was mottled with rust, but with today's eyes, it had a little rare spirituality, but it was blocked by rust, and it was difficult to see its edge.

Nangong Fan sat on the ground and adjusted his body to the slight discomfort caused by the rotation of space, staring at the spear with his eyes, muttering for a moment, shaking his head, with the Black Dragon Sword, the first choice must be swordsmanship, be greedy and chew more, lest nothing will be achieved in the end.

Influenced by the influence of a military family, most of the elders in the clan are also military generals, Nangong Fan still has an irrepressible preference for the spear that is most suitable for his military career, and finally suppressed this thought, and his body finally felt more comfortable at this time, so he got up and walked to the stairwell without hesitation.

I don't know how long it has been since this time? Did my aunt come back from the army?

Nangong Fan was a little worried in his heart, if his aunt came back from the army and didn't see him, he would inevitably suffer from a meal of flesh and skin, thinking about countermeasures in his heart, but his steps were very brisk.

Those who once looked down on me are waiting to tremble under my black leather pants!

Went straight down to the first floor, the old man lay quietly on the old man's chair, not even snoring, even if Nangong Fan walked past him, there was no movement.

Nangong Fan shook his sleeping body slightly, but muttered slightly in his heart, the old man was too careless, guarding such an important place, and he was so negligent.

Step by step out of the narrow aisle.

The scorching sun shone on the earth, and as soon as I walked out of Wanbaolou, a heat wave came to my face. Nangong Fan habitually raised his arm and scratched his head, but his previous weak arm gave people the feeling of weighing a thousand catties.

It seems to be honest, like a bear standing.

The honest face was destroyed in the blink of an eye, full of arrogance and arrogance, and the stubborn temperament that had been cultivated in the past few years was difficult to remove so quickly after all, "It seems that this son is really a genius, and it didn't take much time to accept such a great inheritance." ”

After closing his words, he raised his legs and walked towards the tree-lined path in front of him with a proud face.

He didn't see that behind him, there were four distinct characters outlined on the Wanbaolou Guardian Formation - refuse to see guests.

If Nangong Fan saw it, he would definitely feel shocked, this is in Nangong Fan's mind, and there has never been such a picture in the memory of Kurosawa in the eighteen years.

......

Nangong Fan disappeared behind the narrow passage of Wanbao Tower, and in the depths of the first floor, a figure in a white robe stepped out gently, he held a wine gourd in his hand and poured it into his mouth, seemingly random to his mouth with strong wine, but not a drop from his mouth, as if all the transparent wine was pulled by an inexplicable force, and fell straight into his mouth.

The thin body gives people a bohemian heroism.

He stared at the passage where Nangong Fan had disappeared, his eyes narrowed slightly, the terrifying light in his eyes flickered, and he spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.

"There is qi hidden in the body, Wu Zong, why does that wisp of qi even make me feel a trace of danger. ”

The white-robed man walked slowly and disappeared into the Wanbao Building, where few people came.

After he left, his soft voice echoed on the empty first floor, "Uncle, you have been tired all these years, and you have slept comfortably for more than ten days, you should really thank me." However, as a junior, I still have to say sorry to my elders. ”

It's just that in this tone, how can there be a trace of embarrassment?

I wonder if the sleeping old man will jump up and fight with this seemingly elegant bastard when he hears this.

The reality is that after a while, the old man woke up from his sleep, and only muttered a few words slightly, and then threw the matter to his annoyance, "It's been a long time since I've slept so peacefully." It's just that with my cultivation, why do you feel a little hungry today?"

The old man was confident that no one could knock him unconsciously, so he naturally wouldn't go to this aspect of reverie.

And the middle-aged man who can call the knocked out old man an uncle, there is only one person in the entire black family.

The strange man who once shook the Dragon City, overwhelmed a generation of Tianjiao, and dominated the scene, but now resounded in the name of waste in the Dragon City realm, Kurosawa's father - Hei Yuqing.

Just from this side, it can be detected that this black feather is like the rumored waste that has disappeared all the spiritual power in the body?

The older generation of the Hei family's strong men can easily be knocked out in his hands without knowing it, coupled with his own unique charm, decadent but full of sky-high fighting spirit, I don't know how many people in Dragon City can match it?