The so-called martial arts seeds, the full name is martial arts seeds.

Condensing martial arts skills is to concretize the learned exercises in one's own body, and finally condense them into a seed.

However, condensing the seeds of the exercises is not all smooth sailing, let alone having a 100% success rate. Many people are not physically qualified to practice martial arts, but if they have no talent, there is also the possibility that they will not be able to condense the seeds of martial arts in their lifetime;

Of course, if there is no mediocrity in the world, there will be genius.

Those who were able to completely and perfectly condense the seeds of the exercises for the first time were all the darlings of the martial arts, and they had incomparable advantages with other ordinary martial artists. And the vast majority of the famous powerhouses in history were when they were children, and they perfectly condensed martial arts for the first time.

Of course, there are exceptions, some powerful and powerful masters are late bloomers, although the condensation of martial arts skills is not smooth sailing, but those people are stupid birds fly first, and the effort they put in is hundreds of times thousands of times that of other martial artists, and finally they reached the peak of martial arts with their indomitable efforts.

According to ancient records, the emperor of the recent era ascended to the throne with a broken merit and achieved godlessness.

There are thousands of exercises in the world, and each exercise is different, and the requirements for condensing martial arts are also different. Some exercises require the practitioner to read them thoroughly, others may be seen from the end, and there are also exercises that do not require the practitioner to see with their eyes but to perceive them with their hearts......

The Ink Recipe requires the practitioner to see, read, and understand the forty-two words on the title page, to integrate them into their hearts, and then to form their own understanding.

It is impossible to condense martial arts with the help of external forces, it is all based on personal perception, and Mo Yongfan's so-called "help" is just standing aside to protect Xiao Tiange.

Xiao Tiange was cross-legged on the ground, it had been nearly half an hour, the originally stretched brows were furrowed tightly at the moment, fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and there was still no movement. Mo Yongfan frowned and said secretly: "Am I too anxious? Sure enough, the people who can successfully condense the seeds of the exercises for the first time are all dragons and phoenixes among people. Although Ge'er has the appearance of a quasi-king, can't she still compare with those true geniuses?"

In the place where Mo Yongfan couldn't see, in Xiao Tiange's body, the forty-two characters were floating and swimming in the state of ancient characters, as if they were like aquatic plants in the water, disorganized and entangled.

Xiao Tiange tried hard to arrange those words neatly, but the fleshy little hands penetrated those pale ink words and couldn't grasp them, but they became more cheerful under Xiao Tiange's teasing, and some words seemed to have spirituality, penetrating Xiao Tiange's body and teasing Xiao Tiange.

Every time a word passed through Xiao Tiange's body, in the outside world, Xiao Tiange's frowning brows deepened a point, and the beads of sweat penetrated a little more.

In his body, the more Xiao Tiange wanted to grasp those words, the more he couldn't grasp them. The anxious little Tiange didn't notice that every moment, a word would penetrate his illusory body, and those words that passed through his body would deepen the color, gradually changing from light ink to thick ink.

When the last word turned into a thick ink color, the forty-two ancient characters seemed to have changed from a lazy straggler to a well-trained army, and they were unusually neatly arranged in front of Xiao Tiange's eyes, and the dark ink halo carried an indescribable, mysterious and mysterious charm.

Just when Xiao Tiange was stunned because of such a change, forty-two ancient characters shot towards Xiao Tiange's chest in an instant with an unstoppable momentum, to be precise, they should have rushed towards Xiao Tiange's heart.

This time, the ancient characters did not penetrate out, but stayed in the heart of Xiao Tiange like spring breeze and rain, and every word would turn into a wisp of ink-colored qi at the moment of contact with the heart, and integrate into the heart of Xiao Tiange, until all the ancient characters melted into the heart.

Outside, two full hours have passed since Xiao Tiange sat down cross-legged, and just when Mo Yongfan sighed and thought that Xiao Tiange's first condensation failed to do so, a ray of thick ink-colored light "drilled" out of Xiao Tiange's body.

With the birth of this ray of light, it was out of control, and more and more thick ink-colored light came out of the body, surrounding the little heavenly song and flowing, and the flying trajectory seemed disorderly, but in fact it was the most rational and indescribable.

The majestic ink-colored light gradually formed a cocoon, and Xiao Tiange was in the cocoon.

Mo Yongfan couldn't contain the ecstasy in his heart, and his originally lost eyes became bright and shocking, the bright thing was that this thick ink-colored cocoon represented the imminent success of Xiao Tiange's condensation skills, and the shocking thing was that this thick ink-colored cocoon represented Xiao Tiange's unparalleled martial arts talent - at least in the Mo family.

It turns out that because each person's understanding of the 42 characters on the title page of the "Ink Jue" is unique, the types of skills condensed by practicing the "Ink Jue" are also divided into high and low, and the color of the cocoon represents the practitioner's talent for cultivating the "Ink Jue".

Light ink represents the third level of talent, intense ink is the second level, and the first level is a complete ink color. In the records of the ancestors of the Mo family, in addition to the ancestors who founded the Mo family, the highest talent of the descendants is the second-class, the thick ink cocoon.

Cocooning into a butterfly is the four words that have been handed down by the Mo family from ancient times to the present, but from ancient times to the present, except for the ancestors of the Mo family, no one can reproduce the glory.

Although Mo Yongfan was ecstatic, he didn't even dare to take a breath of the atmosphere, for fear of disturbing Xiao Tiange's transformation.

I saw that after the thick ink-colored cocoon was formed, no ray of light emerged, but began to shrink. Those rays of light were re-decomposed and once again integrated into Xiao Tiange's body, and the integration of each ray of light made Xiao Tiange undergo some kind of indescribable changes, as if every strand of hair was more shiny, every skin was more full of vitality, every meridian was wider and smoother, and every heartbeat was more powerful......

The cocoon gradually became smaller and disappeared, and the last ray of light was also close to Xiao Tiange, and it was about to be completely integrated into Xiao Tiange's body.

The "Ink Formula" that was originally placed in front of Xiao Tiange slowly floated in Mo Yongfan's incredible eyes, as if someone was holding the "Ink Formula" and slammed it towards the last wisp of thick ink-colored light, and what was even more incredible was that the ray of light was actually pumped out!

What is light? Light is an elusive being, something that can be seen but cannot be touched, but now it is being pumped out, and it is being pumped out by a book!

"Am I dreaming?" Mo Yongfan, who had always been steady, opened his mouth wide and stared at the scene in front of him with a dull gaze.

The thick ink-colored light that was pumped away did not feel insulted at all, and it flew back again, and even bent down and nodded at the "Ink Jue".

If you regard "Ink Jue" and the light as people, then "Ink Jue" is the master, and the thick ink light is the kind of dog leg that is kicked by the master and grins and puts his face under the master's feet.

That's right! It's that kind of shameless slut dogleg!

"Ink Jue" is very arrogant, standing up straight like a ruffian with his hands on his chest, facing Xiao Tiange in front and a thick ink-colored light on the back, not at all.

The thick ink-colored light flew in front of "Ink Jue", "Ink Jue" seemed to be very impatient, and pumped towards the thick ink-colored light, and the light was drawn to Xiao Tiange's forehead, but it did not melt into it, but was bounced away.

The thick ink-colored light seemed to suddenly realize something, flew to the front of Xiao Tiange's forehead, and flicked Xiao Tiange's brain like a human, specifically, it should be that Xiao Tiange's forehead was regarded as a door, and it was knocking on the door.

Then, I saw one after another wisps of thick ink-colored light that had already been integrated into Xiao Tiange's blood resurfaced, and those rays seemed to be awakened by a person who was sleeping soundly, flying up and down without any trajectory, but when they found the floating "Ink Jue", it was like a mouse meeting a cat, and they immediately stood still and didn't dare to move.

When all the thick ink-colored light that had long been integrated into Xiao Tiange's body resurfaced, these rays of light flew respectfully in front of the "Ink Jue" to form two ancient characters, if Xiao Tiange was conscious at the moment, he would find that the meaning of these two ancient characters was "boss".

It's a pity that the only sober person present is Mo Yongfan, and just as it happens, Mo Yongfan doesn't know anything about ancient characters. Therefore, Mo Yongfan just opened his mouth wide enough to fit two eggs, and looked at the ...... in front of him with a confused expression Well...... Wonders?

"Ink Jue" seems to have been accustomed to such a scene, and there are not many movements, just a wave of his hand, and the thick ink-colored light once again forms a cocoon, the difference is that this time, in addition to Xiao Tiange, there is also the sudden magic of "Ink Jue".

In the thick ink-colored cocoon, Mo Yongfan on the outside couldn't see everything inside, and Xiao Tiange was still immersed in the inner world, and naturally he didn't know what was happening in the outside world.

In the cocoon, "Ink Jue" is windless and automatic, turning the pages one by one, the words written on it emerge, surrounding Xiao Tiange, as if looking at Xiao Tiange, some words are still touching here, touching there, like a master checking the qualifications of being accepted as an apprentice.

After a long time, those words were finally reprinted on the "Ink Jue", and the "Ink Jue" turned into a ray of light and melted into Xiao Tiange's forehead. The word "ink" flashed on Xiao Tiange's forehead, and it immediately precipitated and disappeared.

At the same time, the original inky cocoon gradually lost its brilliance...... No, it should be said that it gradually fades away from the thick color and becomes a complete inky cocoon!

At the moment when the ink-colored cocoon was formed, in Xiao Tiange's body, an ink-colored point of light the size of a grain of rice quietly appeared!

Exercise Seeds!

Inky Cocoon!

Transform into a butterfly!

First class talent!

Mo Yongfan's expression can no longer be expressed with the simple word "surprise", and to be honest, there is no word that can clearly describe Mo Yongfan's expression and mood at this moment.

Mixed flavors?

Be chuffed to bits?

In the melting mood?

A miracle reappearing?

It doesn't seem to be enough.

Just when Mo Yongfan thought for the third time that everything had settled, a drop of bright red blood emerged from Xiao Tiange's heart, and through the ink-colored cocoon, it went straight to the sky.

The next moment, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded in the night sky like water, and with the sound of thunder, large areas of dark clouds gathered from nowhere, and they were already dark clouds in an instant, which could be said to be black clouds crushing the city and wanting to destroy it. The lightning and thunder in the dark clouds revealed an oppressive aura, which oppressed people as if they were about to suffocate to death.

Mo Yongfan looked up, his eyes showing despair, and muttered to himself.

"Awakening of the Martial Heart...... And it's ......"

"Self-awakening!"