Contrary to Wang Anfeng's expectations, there was nothing to do all night, and he had already loosened the wrap behind his back a little, so that he could pull out his sword as quickly as possible in case something really happened, but it seemed that he was just making his own feelings.

But it's best to be able to save yourself some trouble.

At this time, it was still early, everyone had not woken up yet, and he had left the Dao with his arms outstretched, and there was no appearance lying on the bed, and his thunder martial arts were powerful, and his snoring was as refreshing as thunder.

Wang Anfeng chuckled twice, paced to the window, and watched the stratus clouds in the distance gradually disappear, and the sun seemed to be unaffected by yesterday's heavy rain, but there was a bit of hot warmth in the morning.

At this time, there is still some water in the potholes on the ground, but with the temperature during this time, I am afraid that by the afternoon, most of it will be steamed, and when people walk on the road, it will become more and more stuffy.

With his eyes slightly closed, Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, long and heavy, with a huge body of true qi, like a dragon swimming in the sea, rolling and galloping in the eight veins of the Strange Meridian.

Ordinary true qi runs, and when it comes to the middle three grades, the speed becomes faster and faster, connecting the inside and outside of heaven and earth, until the speed reaches the limit that the body can accommodate, it is like a thunderbolt bursting out from the sky, and it is far more powerful than usual.

Shaolin Temple Golden Bell Jar but to go the other way, the speed of the true qi is slower than again, until this time, every inch of the line, it will be much heavier, as if the wrestler dragged the mountain, straight with the meridians around the body acupoints vibrate, within a radius of one foot, gradually solemn like a mountain.

There are a few mulberry trees planted next to this inn, and it is still early in the morning, and there are a few birds with bright and bright feathers pecking at each other to play and play, and suddenly their wings flutter and fly, and the birdsong is crisp, and a few tail feathers are shaken off.

The tail is slightly red, gradually turning green to the roots, like the sky changes after the rainstorm has stopped, the texture of the feathers is extremely soft, and it was originally fluttering and falling downward, but when it fell near Wang Anfeng's body, the speed of the fall suddenly condensed, as if falling into an invisible swamp.

The further down, the slower the speed, and when it reached the palm of Wang Anfeng's hand, it had completely stopped, and the quite beautiful and gorgeous feathers only paused in the air, and the subtle fluff trembled slightly, but it did not fall, nor did it rise, and it was extremely strange and paused in the air.

Wang Anfeng calmly raised his right hand, stretched out his five fingers, touched his thumb and index finger, turned his wrist slightly, like a flower, just right to put this tail feather in his hand, his left hand was behind his back, his face was calm and peaceful, but it had an indescribable charm.

Originally, he opened his eyes with his arms open and snoring, and looked at Wang Anfeng's back, his eyes were stunned at first, and then there was a hint of appreciation.

The sun in the sky gradually rose, and there was a crisp sound of kitchen knives falling on the board in the back kitchen, and chickens and dogs could be heard outside, and the voices of people came and went.

With a click, there was nothing unusual, Wang Anfeng's feet sank directly into the floor, and the whole inn seemed to shake in an instant, and the soft tail feathers in his hand seemed to instantly fall into the whirlpool of the dragon absorbing water between heaven and earth, and directly annihilated and turned into powder, leaving only a slight trace of existence, which fell in the palm of his hand.

Wang Anfeng's breathing was sudden and rapid, and in just a few breaths, his forehead was covered with sweat, and the palm dragging the feather originally had the great power to destroy the mountains and rocks, but at this time, he couldn't stop trembling slightly.

It wasn't until after a few long breaths that Fang barely stabilized the boiling breath in his chest, and smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that he had only made a little progress, and he suffered from the problem of not being satisfied.

This is only the sixth layer of the golden bell jar cultivated at this time, after the thirteenth layer of the golden bell jar is all cultivated, it is the thirteen grade of the King Kong realm, nothing can be broken, nothing can be broken, and the route from the sixth layer of qi suddenly becomes much more complicated.

At this time, less than half of the cultivation is required, and it is necessary to reach the realm of 'rising like a mustard seed and being reported like a mountain' to be considered a cultivation, and when the time comes, a breath of true qi enters the abdomen, and the muscles and bones of the body are corresponding, and there can be a huge force between the fists and feet, but it is not just a simple pursuit of external strength, but a simple violent effort, but it is a deviation.

He was puzzled in his heart, when he asked the master in the Shaolin Temple, the monk just folded a flower to him, and said that the flower branch is full of spring, and the moon is full in the heart of the sky, so he smiled and said nothing, no matter how he asked, he would never say more.

Although he still didn't understand what he meant, he could only practice penance every day, and he was vigilant all night last night, and when he got up today, he saw the scene of clouds and rain in the distance, and he felt something, so he tried to practice luck again, and sure enough, with the help of God, he suddenly reached the realm of condensing qi like a mountain.

The gorgeous tail feather was crushed into dust by the calm energy around him, and it was also because Fang Cai's breath was a little undulating, and there was a slight breath exposed, which made the plank under his feet almost give him two holes.

If you can really cultivate such a means, then I am afraid that the kung fu of becoming a sword qi in one hand will have to go to the next level, pull up the heavy mountains beyond the Beihai, go to Cangming, and reach the realm of sword qi and thunder in the way of the sword, but now it is still a long distance.

Wang Anfeng looked at the remaining tail feather powder on his palm, smiled bitterly, exhaled, blew the powder away, turned around and saw Liqidao stretching his waist, and when he woke up, he put down some regrets in his heart, smiled and beckoned Liqidao to get up and wash.

Yesterday, the cook prepared about 100 people to eat, today the back hurts, under the temptation of the shopkeeper to add money, gritted his teeth, cooked some light rice porridge, cut the new vegetables finely, and then sprinkled with oil, plus salt and pepper with chopsticks and mix.

Coupled with the white steamed steamed buns with the help of the shopkeeper, it was a refreshing breakfast, and even Liu Ling, who had no wine and joy every day, couldn't say a word, and ate a big bowl of belly, which was refreshing.

Big fish and big meat are naturally easy to eat all day long, but if you want to nourish the stomach and heart, you still have to count the porridge and side dishes, eat more of those fatty tastes, and eat some light food is also excellent.

After everyone had breakfast, Wang Anfeng went to settle the balance with the shopkeeper. The group pulled out the convoy before the opposite dart bureau, left the inn, hurried in the direction of Jiannan Road, and walked out of more than ten miles in one breath, without seeing any trace of the martial artist, Wang Anfeng settled down in his heart.

But he noticed that Tian Zhide's expression seemed to be faintly contemplative, frowning slightly, but he secretly recorded this matter in his heart, and did not point it out directly.

At this time, his face was gentle, he rode on horseback, his eyes were slightly closed, and the thick true qi in his body was rolling in the meridians, but he didn't dare to rashly cultivate to the realm of solemnity like a mountain.

If something goes wrong, not to mention anything else, the black horse worth five hundred silver under the crotch will be explained here, and I am afraid that it will take several days to recover from the distress.

After the true qi in his body ran several times, Wang Anfeng's ears moved slightly, and he heard a series of low horses' hooves faintly coming from in front of him, opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the sound came from, and in a short time, more than 30 fast horses ran out of that direction, everyone was wrapped in a layer of black clothes, and they had swords behind their backs, and their momentum was fierce.

After getting closer, he didn't look at Wang Anfeng's horse team, and ran straight to the direction of the inn, and for a while the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and he went away.

Tian Zhide's face changed greatly, and he almost instinctively wanted to turn over the horse, but he thought of one thing again, and he stopped his body abruptly, his face changed several times, and there was a hint of pathos.

Wang Anfeng's eyes were dark, and he couldn't see anything unusual, but he had already used the pupil technique he learned from Mr. Win, and swept the appearance of those black-clothed swordsmen into his eyes, and he didn't find anything unusual, but he saw an acquaintance, a young swordsman who was defeated by the green-shirted scholar at the tea stall yesterday.

The swordsman also saw everyone here, Wang Anfeng's face was honest and inconspicuous, and he was never discovered by the swordsman, but Wang Anfeng saw that the swordsman's face was surprised, ashamed, and moved by all kinds of changes in his expression.

He had been through a lot of things, and he knew right away that it was almost impossible to avoid.

In response to the old saying that the rivers and lakes don't cause trouble, but they can't prevent things from provoking, when they heard the sound of the horse's hooves behind them, and then several strong horses turned back and chased this way, their eyes closed slightly, and they sighed secretly.

The right hand is lowered, the wrist is slightly flipped, and the index finger is thumb-like like a flower.

There was a whispering wind, blowing ripples of water on the side of the road, and a fallen leaf with water also rose by the wind, just right to be pinched on Wang Anfeng's fingers.

The leaves that had been soft suddenly crumbled straight up.

The stagnant water dispersed and turned into mist.

PS: Today's second update is presented............