The sky is getting dark, every time it is winter, the sky in Wangxian County is very early, it is cold outside, and the villagers who are always chatting outside the courtyard in the summer are also shrunk in the house, and now only the snow on the ground reflects the moonlight, but it is also cold.

Wang Anfeng sent today's wood to Wang Hongyi's courtyard at night, politely declined the invitation to stay for dinner, went back to his home, heated a large pot of food, and then sandwiched two or three pickles from another clay pot, and ate all the white rice and pork noodles without changing color.

Frowning slightly, he said:

"Sure enough......"

"This can only has seventy percent of the flavor made by my father, but the one given to Brother Qin is not much different from what my father made back then."

"Hopefully he'll like it."

Wash and put away the dishes and chopsticks, and then meditate until the body is full of internal qi, Wang Anfeng returned to the Shaolin Temple through the wrist Buddha beads, as expected, it was the top of the lonely peak, and after saluting the three of Yuanci, he took the initiative to carry the heavy flat shoulder and set foot on the mountain road.

Although the continuous heavy snow made the mountain road of Shaomuro Mountain more difficult, after he was in chains, he used light skills almost all the time, and he was already extremely proficient and didn't care.

Yuan Ci watched the young man's figure go away, retracted his gaze, and said:

"Is there really no way?"

Mr. Win sneered:

"Don't you know what happened after he left yesterday?"

"The ability to refine the fake into the real in this world is still limited by the original rules, and even a mid-third-grade Chixia sword can't be projected as true, although the jade refining pill, the Qianyuan Creation Golden Pill, and the Tiangang Refining Divine Pill are only used to strengthen the foundation, but the grade is extremely high, and there is no way to turn it into real at all."

"And in the world we are waiting for, it will not appear, and it is even more of a dream to bring him into his world."

Yuan Ci was silent, Wu Changqing stroked his beard under his chin, and said suspiciously:

"But the gentleman is not...... Being the subject of the world? Can't even do it, sir? ”

The scribe glanced at him and sneered:

"The soul is also the master of the human body, Wu Lao Dao, you may take Mount Tai to surpass the North Sea?"

The old man choked on a sentence, shook his head with a wry smile and said:

"It's the old man who thinks badly, and it's difficult for the strongman, please don't blame Mr."

The scribe was silent, and then said:

"During this time, not only that kid is practicing, but I am also exploring the source of our spiritual wisdom, but I have encountered many limitations......"

"In short, this matter is by no means simple, there are quite a lot of restrictions, like breathing and breathing, you need to enter and exit, not as you like, at present, I only know that the upper limit of the projection limit is linked to that kid's cultivation. If it exceeds ......"

Between the five fingers of the scribe, a crystal clear, not like an ordinary flower slowly emerged, but in an instant, the flower was occupied by dense cracks, gently shattered, turned into streamers and flew to the bottom of this lonely peak.

Mr. Win's gaze followed the light dust and threw it down the mountain, and said lightly:

"Then not even a flower can exist."

Today's cultivation of carrying water is only half of the time in the past, Wang Anfeng was stopped by Mr. Win, and the scribe glanced at him lightly and said:

"Keep up."

Wang Anfeng felt a little cold on the back of his neck, and said stiffly:

"Sir, I haven't learned the art of poison today."

"Do you want me to say it a second time?"

The cold voice made Wang Anfeng shudder, so he had to put down the iron bucket and follow behind the middle-aged scribe, without saying anything all the way, and when Mr. Win stopped and stopped, Wang Anfeng raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the three big words that were vigorous and powerful.

Bronze Man Alley.

Wang Anfeng instinctively retreated half a step, then gritted his teeth, suppressed the instinctive fear in his heart, and saluted the cold scribe with a fist, then pushed the door a little stiffly and walked into this hall.

He is a human being, even if he is better than his peers, but after all, he is still a person, and he understands the truth in his heart, but the instinct of flesh and blood is even more real.

It is human beings who naturally have feelings, there will be love, hatred, sorrow and joy, they will be horrified by horror, and it is natural that people will not want to relive the failure of having no power to fight back, let alone teenagers.

Most people are like this, but there are still two who are beyond it, one of them is the one who has great ambitions, allows the difficulties and dangers ahead, and the people who are unwavering in their hearts and face difficulties with perseverance.

The second is because of external forces.

You can't defeat the devil, but another devil can.

The corners of the scribe's mouth slightly hooked up in front of the bronze man alley, and the hem of his clothes moved slightly with the wind, becoming more and more fierce and lonely.

In the Bronze Man Alley, it was still the opponent, and it was still the vast and majestic voice that began with a sentence.

This time, Wang Anfeng supported thirty-five breaths, five more breaths than last time.

So he was two points more seriously injured.

After the end, the candlelight on both sides of the bronze statue went out in an instant, and it was dark and lightless, and only the rapid wheezing sound of the young man could be heard, Wang Anfeng hesitated against the wall for a few breaths, still gritted his teeth, and pushed the door out, but before he could speak, he saw two more people beside the scribe, as well as a huge water tank, and was slightly stunned.

Over there, Yuan Ci had already beckoned to him, Wang Anfeng stepped forward, the liquid in the water tank was not clear, but a little brown, emitting a mild medicinal fragrance, which made his body unconsciously relax.

Mr. Win glanced sideways at him and said:

"Jump in, you are now strong and bones, you can barely refine your body with medicinal liquid, Wu Lao Dao will help you heal your injuries with acupuncture and internal qi."

"As long as your brain is still moving, you can study medicine while healing."

"Wu Laodao, I'll leave it to you."

The old man on the side stroked his beard and chuckled, and said:

"And rest assured, but a small injury, don't worry."

"Feng'er, let's go inside."

As the elder of the Medicine King Gu Taishang, Wu Changqing's internal strength has reached the realm of transformation, in terms of healing, even if his muscles and pulses are broken and his heartbeat is broken, but his internal strength is not withdrawn, it is enough to continue his life, at this time, Wang Anfeng is just some skin trauma, and it will be fine in a moment.

Wang Anfeng was immersed in what Wu Changqing said, but the old man's voice suddenly stopped, the young man was curious, and looked sideways, but the old man only smiled at him and took a step back, Wang Anfeng was puzzled, and Mr. Win's cold voice was already ringing in his ears:

"Come out and go into Bronze Man Alley."

The young man had a dazed look on his face.

“…………”

Under that cold gaze, Wang Anfeng entered the Bronze Man Alley again, still the two rows of red candles, but the opponent kept rotating.

The Shaolin Changquan is generally unique, but the style is very different, or ruthless, or calm, or standing like a rock, or like a wavey river, endlessly.

He fought for three hours.

Repeated failures, constant healing in medicinal baths, and if it weren't for the relaxation time in between, he would have almost become completely numb.

Whoop -

The Chinese medicine liquid in the bucket became thin again, Wang Anfeng turned over, and instinctively walked towards the Bronze Man Alley, but before he could take a few steps, he was called by Mr. Win, and only then did he turn around, and he repeated the scene of last night again, and was directly impacted by the murderous aura, and closed his five senses and fell into the deepest sleep.

Yuan Ci used the young man to open up the blood congestion for him with internal force, and Wu Changqing had already prepared the medicinal liquid again, immersed most of the young man's body in it, looked at the two immature eyebrows, and sighed:

"It's hard for him...... However, Mr. Win, Master Yuanci ......"

After a slight pause, the old man turned around, looked at the two beside him, and asked solemnly:

"If you don't teach him, just let him hone in actual combat, is there something inappropriate......

Yuan Ci glanced at the sleeping young man and said:

"Elder Wu doesn't have to worry too much, Shaolin Changquan Feng'er has been practicing for a long time before, besides, if there is a problem, I can stop it in time."

The middle-aged scribe looked at the clouds and mist under the mountain with his hands in his hands, his eyebrows were light, and he said:

"You Medicine King Valley is not good at conquest, so I still leave this to me and Yuanci."

"If you follow Yuan Ci's experience, then at the last moment, Yuan Ci will be his biggest opponent, and it is great that there is one more angry king in the world, Wang Anfeng."

"But after all, he is not the first king in the world, An Feng."

"Practicing a thousand songs and then knowing the sound, watching a thousand swords and then recognizing the weapon, I want him to know all the martial arts of a hundred schools, and then step by step out of his own road."

"Only by tempering can we scorch and flourish."