Hundreds of soft chicken feathers fluttered and fell from the top of the head, silently, and the trajectory was nowhere to be found. Wen Xiaotian stood in the middle, with some concentration in his expression. He raised his hand, or punched or slapped - there was no move, and even it looked like it was the same as usual.

But in fact, the difference is in Wen Xiaotian's hands.

As soon as the back of the fist and the chicken feather came into contact, the chicken feather turned from soft and weak, fluttering, to lightning. It was like a crossbow drawn by six oxen, and the arrows that were fired out made a violent sound when they rubbed against the air. Then the chicken feathers hit the wall, and it turned out to be silent, and it didn't hurt the wall in the slightest.

Miracles?

No, it's energy! It is a wonderful use of power like an arrow and silent landing. It can be said that Wen Xiaotian's strength has begun to become active, and it has begun to become strong by Wen Xiaotian's condensation little by little. If one day, Wen Xiaotian can refine all his strength into strength and do whatever he wants, then this step can be over.

Chicken feathers are flying.

After the chicken feathers hit the wall, they hung on the wall. This is the strength of the painting.

In one punch, there are three changes in strength, which is really amazing.

After coming to Jiangnan, Wen Xiaotian and Bai Yezi were not fine, they were just playing. The two of them stayed at home, and as soon as they had nothing to do, they pondered ways to practice their strength. And practice this with chicken feathers, and also &1&本&read& novel {.{ yb}{du}.} It is the inspiration of the white leaves. It is somewhat similar to the practice of Tongbeiquan, but the foundation is completely different.

Hundreds of chicken feathers flew and crawled all over the wall, and Wen Xiaotian took a deep breath.

The power he consumed just now was not large, but the spirit consumed was not small.

After practicing this many times, he already understood something in his heart. The so-called strength, in fact, is just the initial run-in of strength and spirit. If strength is a person, then strength is a soldier who serves in the military. Because you obey orders and listen to commands, you can burst out with more powerful energy.

Wen Xiaotian muttered, "Strength...... Spirit...... Power and God...... It seems that it is urgent to go to the world of evil winds. My current spirit is simply not able to command my own power for a long time, let alone further merge into one. ”

Although there are differences between internal qi and external power, here, they are the same.

Generally speaking, the so-called power, that is, the most macroscopic control of the brain, internal force and external power, at this stage, is also considered to be unflowing. But internal force has an advantage, that is, when I exercise on weekdays, I have been exercising obedience, and I am not so unruly as external strength.

Therefore, if the internal strength is correct and someone guides it, it is easy to achieve that kind of feeling like an arm and a finger, just like Wu Xingyun Li Qiushui.

These two women, no matter how mentally problematic, their martial arts are also unquestionable.

Bai Yezi asked: "In the world of the evil wind song, can you exercise your spiritual power?" ”

"That's right...... In fact, many novels are fine. However, in terms of safety and value for money, the Evil Wind Song is much better. Wen Xiaotian responded. As the two of them spoke, the chicken feathers began to fall to the ground slowly. They had lost the control of Wen Xiaotian's strength.

Bai Yezi said: "It's still the same as yesterday." ”

Wen Xiaotian nodded: "It seems that it can only go so far." It's been boring in Jiangnan for so long, we should also go out for a walk. Judging from the time, it seems that Xiao Feng's trouble is not far away. Let's go out and hear the news...... How can I say it, there is only one who can be called a hero in Tianlong Babu, what a pity to die? ”

With Duan Yu and Xuzhu, the final result was that Xiao Feng chose to commit suicide.

Without Duan Yu and Xuzhu, Xiao Feng's result may be that he was shot with ten thousand arrows and pierced into a hedgehog.

It seems to be a dead knot.

It's just that Wen Xiaotian believes that he can save Xiao Feng.

Wen Xiaotian thinks that this is an interesting thing and it is necessary to do it. Bai Yezi never objected, and she was already a little tired of staying here. The high temperature in the south of the Yangtze River, as well as the atmosphere full of earthy buns, are really unsightly. In the 21st century, white leaves are very unsightly.

So although their Bai family knows a lot of upper-class people, there are no gatherings and other activities, as well as upper-class friends, but Bai Yezi doesn't have a single one.

There's no way, it's disgusting to watch those buns show off.

Although it is very subtle to show off, it is the same as in this era, when officials do not wear four or five layers of silk and satin, and put almost all kinds of fabrics on their bodies, they cannot reflect their own luxury. Some of the so-called upper-class people wear cloth shoes, not for comfort, but for personality, and to draw attention to his pair of handmade shoes, which are more expensive than leather shoes.

Show his difference, show his understated luxury has connotation, show his vanity.

So, times are always evolving. But what has developed is technology, and people's mentality has never changed.

Jiangnan is too greasy.

"Life needs a trip that you can just go!" White Leaf held an oil-paper umbrella and let the drizzling rain fall on it, and walked out of the inn. Wen Xiaotian shamelessly hid in the umbrella and said: "Let's go, let's go, the road is uneven and roars, hum, hey, this is nunchucks." ”

"If you make trouble, the artistic conception that people just created will be gone."

Bai Yezi hated it so much that he really wanted to correct Wen Xiaotian on the spot. However, considering that there seems to be a lack of some necessary measures here, it is easy to win the bid, so I can only give up. Wen Xiaotian, who was completely unaware of Bai Yezi's series of psychological activities, was still shaking his head and looking around.

Jiangnan is Jiangnan, and light rain does not affect business at all, nor does it affect people shopping. Except for a few fewer people, it's almost business as usual.

After leaving the city, head north.

A few days later, the two passed by a wild shop, and they heard a miserable howl inside, and when they walked in, they saw that the shopkeeper inside was covering his eyes and rolling on the ground. Blood poured out of his eye sockets, and it turned out to be black. Frowning into the store, the two began to look at the situation.

There was no trace of a fight, just a table that looked over, and it looked like it had been knocked down, and it should have been touched by Xiao Er. It seems that what happened can only be asked by Xiao Er.

Wen Xiaotian stepped forward, and with one palm, with his strong strength and the strength that could be initially applied, the power on the opponent's body was shaken and dispersed, and his hand couldn't cover his eyes, so he could only see two blood holes, hideous and terrifying. Bai Yezi reached out and clicked on a few of Xiao Er's acupoints, relieving Xiao Er's pain.

"What happened?"

Wen Xiaotian's question was very simple.

Xiao Er let out a burst of heart-rending pain, and then intermittently told what happened:

A girl in purple came here to eat, and then felt that Xiao Er looked at her, so she smiled at Xiao Er, and then shot out two flying needles, and Xiao Er was like that. The rest of the matter, Xiao Er is not very clear. Wen Xiaotian nodded, and asked where the woman in purple was sitting again.

Wen Xiaotian walked to the position of the woman in purple and sniffed it vigorously with his nose.

Wen Xiaotian's nose, he is very confident that it is stronger than a dog's nose. In the midst of the mixed smells, he managed to smell the smell of a recent, left by a woman. It may be unbelievable, but smell is a four-dimensional sense, both spatial and temporal.

Wen Xiaotian smelled the smell, and he could use this smell to mark a path and follow it. And he was also able to know how long the smell had been there.

This is something that the senses of sight and hearing do not have.

Wen Xiaotian and Bai Yezi chased after him, that Xiao Er was already poisoned, and they had no way to save him. He can only be left to fend for himself. But the woman in purple will never see the future and hope again - she will die. Although Wen Xiaotian had already guessed her identity.

But, so what?

Duan Yu's fairy sister Wang Yuyan was destroyed by hot hands, a little Ah Zi can let Wen Xiaotian let her go? This is absolutely impossible.

Wen Xiaotian and Bai Yezi tracked very quickly, and Ah Zi's small figure finally appeared in front. Wen Xiaotian shouted "Stop". Ah Zi stopped. The survival wisdom of the sea of stars is not to easily provoke people who can't be provoked, and when you meet someone more powerful than yourself, you must pretend to be stupid and cute, and be obedient. Then, you can find an opportunity to drug and use some unpopular means to deal with the strong.

"Very obedient...... Wen Xiaotian said hesitantly and walked towards Ah Zi. Ah Zi's eyes rolled, obviously thinking about countermeasures.

Suddenly, Ah Zi looked at Wen Xiaotian's back with a frightened expression. Wen Xiaotian sneered in his heart, this is really a good way. If you were a different person, you must have turned around. But Wen Xiaotian didn't. Because Wen Xiaotian has white leaves behind him, he can rely on it with confidence.

It's a trust.

This trust keeps their relationship good.

Ah Zi planned in his heart, for this kind of person who was not fooled, he could only deepen the performance. Because as time goes by, people will always be suspicious. As long as Wen Xiaotian turned around, Ah Zi could greet him with poison. But Wen Xiaotian never turned around until he came to Ah Zi.

"You, so pathetic."

Wen Xiaotian's hand fell on Ah Zi's head and grabbed Ah Zi tightly.

"You, it's pathetic."

Wen Xiaotian's hand had already begun to exert force, and this force was not used quickly, but slowly applied pressure. Ah Zi felt like her head was about to crack. Just as she was about to struggle, Wen Xiaotian's other hand slapped away the strength she had just gathered. Wen Xiaotian continued.

"You, damn it."

The power, as if it had reached a critical point, was clicked. Ah Zi didn't know anything.

She's pathetic, pathetic, damned.

Such death is the best kind of salvation, or liberation.