In the early morning, Fang Yan continued to practice today's national art by the lotus pond. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info old housekeeper is going to teach him a new content today - inner boxing!

In the national arts, there are always practice, playing and performance. Putting aside the performance method for the time being, the horse step and the inner family pile method taught to the dialect by the old housekeeper yesterday are all practice methods in the national arts, and the inner family boxing techniques learned in the dialect today are the most ferocious and combat-effective fighting methods in the national arts.

When teaching the inner boxing method, the performance of the dialect was far less amazing than yesterday.

The reason why Fang Yan was able to get started with the practice so quickly yesterday was because he had wizard blood and his root bone qualifications were indeed outstanding, but a large part of the reason was that the knight cultivation method he had always insisted on was essentially higher than the national art pile method, so when he practiced the national art practice in the dialect, it had a blessing effect, and the dialect was able to get started so quickly.

And today, when cultivating the fighting method of the national arts, the inner family boxing technique, the dialect was suddenly beaten back to its original form, and it lived up to yesterday's demonic performance.

Inner boxing is a pure way of skill, which is a powerful technique created by Chinese warriors in combination with the technique of military formation killing after they have no "internal force". Unlike internal martial artists, who can rely on external vitality to exert their strength far beyond ordinary people, national martial artists are to fully tap their own potential, develop the potential of the human body, and exert their power with ten strength.

Unlike yesterday's cheating situation, cultivating the pure technique of the inner family boxing technique, Fang Yan can only rely on his own understanding, and the life energy in and out of his body can't help him much at this point. Although Fang Yan speculated that using life energy to promote the inner family boxing technique could exert a power far beyond that of a national martial arts cultivator of the same level, the premise was that he had to learn it.

Maybe it's because Fang Yan's talent in hand-to-hand combat is really not outstanding, until the end of today's lecture, Fang Yan has only barely learned a few strength skills in Neijia Boxing, but if he wants to use it skillfully in actual combat, he still has practice.

In the old housekeeper's opinion, the dialect is at most a middle-class posture in cultivating the national arts, which is far from the demonic performance when practicing the horse step and pile method yesterday. The old housekeeper wanted to persuade Fang Yan to focus his cultivation on the inner family pile method, but after seeing Fang Yan's obsession with the inner family boxing technique, he finally moved his lips but did not say it.

By the time he returned to his room after finishing his cultivation, Fang Yan was already sweating profusely. Originally, this kind of performance would not occur when the body's energy leaked out when practicing the national arts, and there were techniques to lock the pores of the whole body to avoid the leakage of one's own energy. But who let Fang Yan only care about cultivating boxing techniques today, and did not deliberately lock his own evaporated energy, which made him sweat profusely.

However, this sticky feeling is too uncomfortable! Fang Yan frowned, took off all the clothes on his body, took out his wand and used the spell "Clear water like a spring" to summon a flowing spring. Like in a shower, Fang Yan controls the flow of water to wash back and forth on his body, quickly cleaning up the sweat stains on his body.

After cleaning, a "clean up", the somewhat muddy water disappeared without a trace. In fact, the dialect wonders where all the things that have been "cleaned up" have gone, broken down into the most primitive particles? Or was it thrown into another space? In that case, the spell would be a little too powerful! But it's a well-known thing in the wizarding world that objects that have been "cleaned up" really never reappear in the world.

Fortunately, this "clean up" spell does not have the slightest effect on living beings, and does not cause the slightest harm to humans. This didn't make the spell an unforgivable curse like the Killing Curse.

Subsequently, Fang Yan threw a "quick steaming" on himself, and after changing into clean clothes, he immediately became extremely refreshing.

Ending his series of actions, Fang Yan couldn't help but sigh a little, "The magicians of this world are really willing to pay for laziness and develop so many interesting spells!" ”

Just as he was about to go out, Fang Yan's footsteps suddenly paused, his brows unconsciously curled, and he felt a familiar wave of magic.

"Huh?" Fang Yan frowned, "This fluctuation is-"

As if remembering something, Fang Yan withdrew his right leg, which had already stepped out of the door, and turned around and walked quickly to the head of his bed.

Fang Yan walked over to the head of the bed, reached out and flipped the pillow over, and took out a small leather pouch from underneath it. This little bag must be some years old, and the appearance of the bag is a little dull and faded, and it looks very old.

This is a small pocket that looks a bit like the money bag style used by the ancient Chinese people, and the leather surface of the pocket is decorated with complex patterns, densely packed, but it looks like a natural feeling, just like the lines that originally grew on the skin. The mouth of the bag is slightly protruding outward, and it looks like it should be larger than the diameter of the bag when unfolded, but at this time it is tightly tied by a thin dragon tendon rope.

Fang Yan took out the bag, but did not directly untie the rope at the mouth of the bag. I heard him whisper a few incantations, and a magical aura of astonishing power suddenly flashed from the rope at the mouth of the bag, and then disappeared again. But even if it only happened for a moment, Fang Yan clearly felt the terrifying power contained in that magical aura, and the deep malice it brought to him.

Fang Yan had secretly guessed that the power of this magical aura alone was probably no less than a death curse issued by Dumbledore in his heyday. Nicolame is truly the most brilliant alchemist in the wizarding world for centuries, and this is truly astonishing.

That's right! The small bag in Fang Yan's hand was an alchemical item made by Nicolame a hundred years ago - the Doom Bag.

The Doom Pocket is actually a space bag. But there is a big difference from the magic item space bag that is now popular in the wizarding world.

The space bags that are popular in the wizarding world are generally made of dragon skin as a material, and then attached to space spells such as the Traceless Stretching Charm, which can only be regarded as magic items. And this kind of magic item, because the internal space is not very stable, so it may collapse at any time, and the things stored inside are also at great risk of being lost. Therefore, in the magical world, this kind of space bag is generally only used for emergency purposes, and no one will put their precious items in it.

The one in Fang Yan's hand is different, it is made from the belly of the long-lost magical creature "Largemouth Bat", which naturally contains a very stable dimensional space. Coupled with Nicolamet's superb alchemy skills, the space in the Doom Pocket is far more stable than that of an ordinary Space Bag. No, hundreds of years have passed, and the space in this doom pocket is still operating very normally, and there has never been a spatial collapse.

That's not all the doom pockets do, as you can tell from the name, doom pockets can bring bad luck to people. Of course, this man is not referring to its owner, but to anyone who dares to touch it except its owner.

Nicola Mae casts a powerful curse spell on the Pocket of Doom. Anyone who tries to untie the rope from the pocket without the permission of the owner of the pocket will be cursed. As for the effect of the curse? Hehe, if the curse that Voldemort put on the resurrection stone ring is increased by two or three times, it is probably the end of this curse.

It is worth mentioning that I don't know what means Nicola Lemay has put on this pocket, this curse will not gradually weaken due to the passage of time, and the magic power on it can be slowly replenished by itself after being used up, and gradually return to its best state.

This pocket of doom is the work of Nicolamay , so why did it appear in the hands of dialects? This has to mention the goblins.

The goblins' greed for money is well known to the world, but they are also famous for their accumulated wealth, and they can be regarded as the richest race in the wizarding world. The so-called wealth here does not only include gold coins. You must know that the biggest reason why the goblin clan can become the richest man in the wizarding world is because the goblin clan holds a secret realm - the fairy forest.

The Fairy Forest can be said to be the most abundant secret realm in the magical world, and many resources that are extinct in the outside world can also be found here. Unfortunately, the Fairy Forest is the birthplace of the elf clan, and only those with goblin blood can enter, which isolates most people's thoughts and makes the goblin clan monopolize the sales of materials at the top of the wizarding world.

With that said, we turn back to the pocket of doom.

About a hundred years ago, the great alchemist Comrade Nicolame had a whim to create a magical alchemical creation to replace the magic wands of wizards, so he spent most of his wealth on this experimental research.

Come to think of it, if he did succeed, it would definitely be a revolution in the wizarding world. But alas, he failed! and lost most of his net worth for this.

How could the Great Alchemist be willing to fail, but to continue researching, the resources and materials in his hands were no longer enough. As a last resort, Nicolame had no choice but to sell one of the masterpieces he had just refined, the Pocket of Doom, to the elves, and exchange it for a large number of precious materials to continue his research. And that bag of doom has since become the collection of the goblins, and it is also one of the few masterpieces of Nicolame that has been circulated abroad.

As for how it got into the hands of tongues? Of course, he bought it from the elves.

A few months ago, Fang Yan had just come out of the proving ground, and at that time he had already felt the inconvenience of the enchanted space bag he was using, and wanted to buy an alchemy space bag. However, the space bags circulating in the market today are all this kind of enchanted dragon skin space bags, and it has been a long time since alchemy space bags have appeared on the market. Dialect: Even a large gold galleon can't buy one.

In the end, it was through Brooke Abbott's connections that Dialect was able to get the Pocket of Doom, Nicolame's hand-me-down, from the goblins. Of course, he also paid twice the value of this space bag. As for who earns and loses between him and the goblins, it depends on their own perception of wealth.

At this time, Fang Yan had lifted the magic curse on the mouth of the Doom Pocket, and he gently untied the dragon tendon rope on it, pulling the opening of the pocket open.

Fang Yan stretched out his hand and put it next to the mouth of the bag, and as soon as his mind moved, a simple mirror suddenly appeared in his hand. The surface of the mirror is shining with magical light.

The magic fluctuation that the dialect sensed just now was transmitted from above.

Fang Yan was not in a very good mood at this time, and what he held in his hand was a two-way mirror, and the corresponding other side was in the hands of his right-hand man John. It stands to reason that John, who is a Muggle, could not use this magical item, but the dialect had left a little magic in the mirror that John had left in advance, and John could turn on the ability of the two-way mirror as long as John called him into the mirror.

But the little magic left by the dialect is already very weak, and it is a rootless source, and it is good to barely support the opening of the two-way mirror and hold it for two minutes at a time. So the dialect specifically instructed John not to use the two-way mirror casually if there was nothing major. Now it seems that something should have happened to John's side!

The magic power on Fang Yan's palm surged, and a subtle magic power was crossed into the mirror, and the flickering spiritual light on the mirror suddenly subsided, and a clear picture suddenly unfolded on the mirror.

"Boss!" Appearing in the mirror was John, the dialect's right-hand man, but he looked a little embarrassed at this time.

"What's the matter with you?" Fang Yan's face suddenly became gloomy, and he had a bad premonition in his heart when he saw John's appearance, "Aren't you presiding over the overall situation in the imperial capital of Huaxia?" How did you get so embarrassed? ”

John in the mirror smiled bitterly, and the wounds on his face that looked like they had been cut by branches also moved, and the painful John took a few breaths of cold air. "Something really happened! Boss, if you don't show up again, I'm afraid you won't see me again. ”

Fang Yan's expression was stunned, "What happened?" ”

"That's a long story," John looked a little anxious, "Boss, I can't stay where I am for too long, or I'll attract the enemy's pursuit, so I can only make a long story short!" ”

Under the gaze of the dialect, John explained very quickly: "In general, I got a great treasure in Huaxia, but for some reason the news was leaked, and just after I got it, it attracted the attention of several groups of people, and now I am being hunted by one of them. ”

Fang Yan frowned, what he said had no beginning or end, what treasure did you get, and who was chasing you, I didn't say clearly. But this is not the time to think about this, it is impossible for Fang Yan to give up his right-hand man.

Seeing that the time for the two-way mirror on the other side was about to come, Fang Yan asked directly, "Where are you now?" ”

"I'm in the Western Capital of China now, and the specific location is probably near Lishan Mountain in the Western Capital......" Before John could finish speaking, the picture on his side was broken, and the time was a little shorter than Fang Yan expected. (To be continued)