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Cheng Pan sat in the cabin and practiced the basic exercises brought from the main god space. After experiencing the battle royale on the front line of life and death a few days ago, Cheng Pan was particularly concerned about how to enhance his strength. After all, this world is too dangerous for a young man who has just grown up from singing and dancing. The effect of basic internal strength is good. Two days ago, when Cheng Pan asked Zhang Sanfeng for advice with his "family heirloom health preservation", Zhang Zhenren spoke highly of this exercise, such as peaceful, clumsy and clever, and with great potential. Under the admiration of Zhang Zhangjiao, Cheng Pan fully realized what is produced by the main god, and it must be produced with fine products. Under Zhang Zhenren's teachings and his understanding of each of his blood vessels, he found a sense of qi in just one afternoon, which surprised the people around him. Zhang Zhenren has a heart of love for talent and wants to introduce him to Wudang. Even the original style of Tai Chi was handed over to him to learn.

Cheng Pan is now concentrating on the first mass of soybean-like true qi in the body, and this group of true qi has begun to grow a little after dozens of basic internal strength lines. At the same time, the bruise on the arm a few days ago was also resolved by True Qi. It was impossible to be so fast, Cheng Pan used his sense of feeling to slightly manipulate the true qi in the dark injury.

Generally speaking, the master of the inner family can practice hard to obtain the mysterious ability of inner vision. These Qi practitioners who have cultivated Xiaocheng have a clear understanding of their bodies, and they can constantly clean up the dark injuries at the beginning of their martial arts training and slow down the aging of the subtle parts of the body. And Cheng Pan has the same ability as inner vision at the entry stage, which can be removed as soon as the dark injury is formed, and his young body is far more energetic than those who are close to the sixtieth year. This caused Cheng Pan's internal force and body to change in unimaginable degrees. In the past few days, Cheng Pan's food has increased greatly, which is disproportionate to his size. At the same time, he felt that his strength and reflexes had improved significantly, but he had only practiced for a few days, and the change had not been very great.

Five hours later, Cheng Pan exhaled a deep breath of white air (the same as the mist coming out of the mouth in winter) and spewed out two meters away. Cheng Pan ended his meditation. The waves outside the cabin snapped. In half a day, it will be time for Zhang Wuji and Zhang Sanfeng to separate. Cheng Pan lay on the bed and began to think about where to go.

It is a road to go up the mountain with Zhang Sanfeng. You can stay away from the war, and you can avoid all dangers with your understanding of the plot. Cheng Pan is a lazy man, and this path to enjoying Qingfu has a great temptation for him. But there is always a kind of unwillingness. "It turns out that before I crossed over, I lived like this, following the rules under the rules, and I would have to follow the rules for a few more decades in this world? In this martial arts world, I have internal skills that I didn't dare to think of in my previous life, I can live a more wonderful life, and at the same time, I have seen this world for hundreds of years. It's so hard to be so ordinary. As long as I do it, I can't be ordinary." Cheng Pan was entangled in comfort and enthusiasm. Suddenly, somehow, it occurred to me that the eyes of the four Mongolian archers who shot at him a few days ago, those eyes were full of perverted excitement, and the look of the peasant killing pigs and sheep all the time. Thinking of this, Cheng Pan felt a surge of qi and blood. "Damn, people live a breath. It turned out that I was venting on the Internet, resenting this history, and now that I have come to this era, there is a chance to change, and I can't be instigated. As my internal strength increases, it's not too much to be cautious (this thing still takes my life very seriously)." Cheng Pan finally made up his mind. After n many crossings, Cheng Pan recalled this decision and felt speechless about his past.

The next morning, Chang Yuchun took Zhang Wuji and Zhang Sanfeng to say goodbye and embarked on a trip to Butterfly Valley. At this time, only Cheng Pan, Zhang Sanfeng and the teary-eyed Zhou Zhiruo Xiao Loli remained, Zhou Ziwang and his son died of poisoned arrows a few days ago, and the inertia of the plot was only the life of the dragon set.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng said: "Cheng Xiaoyou, you have good bones (note: the main god has repaired, and the crooked bones have been corrected), and your understanding is excellent (note: relying on the golden finger, the degree has found a sense of qi, in fact, this product is a rotten wood), how about entering my Wudang."

Cheng Pan knelt on the ground (although there is gold under the man's knees, but kneeling this hundred-year-old BT is not ashamed) with a long-thought statement, "The disciple is willing to worship Wudang, but the Tartars are attached to the Central Plains, I am a man, I can't escape, if I am still in the world in 4o years, I am willing to go into the mountain to apologize to the real person." "Someone has decided on a retirement location. Zhang Sanfeng looked at Cheng Pan with appreciative eyes and said, "You have this ambition, I won't stop you, take care." Zhang Sanfeng took Zhou Luoli and left. At the same time, Cheng Pan also got up and left.

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A day later, Cheng Pan appeared in Dangyang City, Hubei, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the autumn sun was warm. All kinds of people are waiting on the street, and you come and go, there are arrogant, such as the Mongols who are forced to sell with scimitars in the distance. There are rich and noble, and the nobles in smooth silk clothes who appear in the tall storefronts are more people who are dressed in thin homespun cloth.

Cheng Pan is now wearing a beggar's suit, and his face is covered with dust from the ground. Carefully pretending to be a flower child on the ground, hiding in a corner and looking at the "fat sheep" walking on the street. That's right, it's "fat sheep".

After Cheng Pan left Zhang Sanfeng last night, he thought about it carefully. To take revenge on society - uh - you can't say that. To break the darkness of the Mongols. You have to rebel. If you want to rebel, you have to have subordinates, Cheng Pan doesn't think he has the spirit of a king, in elementary school, junior high school, high school, and college, someone is always choosing a class to do, not being chosen, when the little people grow up to be self-aware. If you want to realize your little brother's countless dreams, you must have money. Luckily, he has the ability to see the sea. When the main god space and Cheng Pan's soul part fused, he was given two golden fingers. One is a powerful sense of the surrounding space, and the other is the storage space in the sea. In fact, these two abilities are interconnected. Because a piece of space and Cheng Pan's soul merged. It forms an independent space. This independent space has a certain interaction with the external space, so the soul fused with the space can sense a certain range of external space, and under the shroud of induction, Cheng Pan can ingest a soulless object in the external space into his soul space. Of course, it must be a soulless object, because Cheng Pan's sea consciousness space has Cheng Pan's own soul and cannot conflict with foreign souls. Of course, it is not possible to ingest living people. The living person is a being in which the body and soul are tightly bound and cannot be separated unless the person is killed. Therefore, Cheng Pan's soul space cannot ingest living things. Not lethal at all.

However, this ability is extremely obscene. The finances in the blanket on the street were unknowingly replaced with stones, and no one knew that the beggar two feet away understood the unique non-contact theft method in this world.

In Dangyang City, he changed several places in a row to commit crimes nearly 100 times (this goods is still habitually life-saving), and forty or fifty kilograms of silver, two kilograms of gold, and a number of unknown banknotes were harvested from the gorgeously dressed people, pawnshop counters, and carriages. Sometimes the owner of the loss shows a light pocket on the spot. Shouting that there was a thief, sweeping the empty beggar clothes, he turned his suspicious gaze to the thickly dressed man. Once, even after a fat man shouted that there was a thief, four or five people showed up at the same time and the silver disappeared. Among them, several of the owners were Mongolians, and they began to search the streets without distinction between men and women. Cheng Pan's only loss was to be whipped by every extremely unhappy owner. This whip did make Cheng Pan stop, not because of his conscience, but because he was ready to leave the city and carry out the great cause of rebellion.

In the evening, Cheng Pan yy led the army to Dangyang in the future, and every Mongolian here had a sweet dream of whipping, changed into clean clothes, took a boat down the river, and left Dangyang.

On the second day after he left Dangyang, Danyang's yamen was made a fuss by various prominent owners, and the goods worth two thousand taels of silver were in the pockets of hundreds of people, and eight shops were shunned, forming a legend in the realm of Dangyang.