After venting, Zhong Yuan's cold eyes gradually returned to indifference, his hideous face gradually turned calm, and the anger in his heart was suppressed by him. prompted the original beast that had opened its scarlet eyes, but with the moment of the suppression of the anger, it completely closed its eyes and returned to its original state.

Call!

A mouthful of turbid air came out of his mouth, and the suffocation in Zhong Yuan's chest disappeared a lot. At this time, he cleaned up his father's house a little, and returned to his bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the blue book in his hands was also opened by him at that moment.

In his eyes, it is still the five big characters of the Wind and Fire Empty Formula, but it is not as shocking as the first time. But after turning the page, the dense black letters like tadpoles made his strong brain have a headache.

The characters are in ancient style, as for which dynasty it is, Zhong Yuan doesn't know the way, after all, he doesn't study history. But there was a guess in his heart, this character was definitely a font before the Han Dynasty, so although he could understand it, it was extremely laborious.

Fire Tips!

It is a simple beginning, but the following is an introduction to the origin of fire, and it also explains the great power of fire and the mythological characters that have been passed down through the ages. For example, Zhu Rong, who is known as the God of Fire, and the phoenix who is bathed in fire Nirvana, and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi who was born in the fire, caused Zhong Yuan to frown and turn the second page indifferently.

"Fire, heaven and earth. Started from the ancestor Suiren clan, famous in Buzhou Mountain, and water is known as the two top elements, which can smelt hundreds of soldiers and burn the world."

"However, the fire in my sense is not like this, in my opinion, fire is a kind of force, a kind of power that can be cultivated. And not just with the help of it, such as the power of the god of fire, the rebirth of the phoenix, or the Taiyi of the Eastern Emperor, these mythical figures are still only with the help of the roots, and they have not really turned into the strength in the body."

"I watched the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, studied the Hundred Schools of Economics, and when the world was in turmoil, I finally created this fire recipe when the world was gradually stabilizing, but I never cultivated myself. After all, I have entered the age of the setting sun, and my body is short of qi and blood, so I can only create this fire recipe, so that future generations can help me verify whether my ideas can come true."

"My fire, derived from the heart, practiced in the qi, circulated in the blood, when practicing must be sufficient qi and blood, the age can not exceed the age of confusion, otherwise the entry is not only extremely slow, but even the danger of life, remember, remember."

The next step was the cultivation method of fire, but Zhong Yuan did not watch it word by word, but gently skimmed over the large number of characters that explained how to cultivate fire. Because he knew that if he really cultivated according to that record, he would not be able to achieve a great leap forward in a short period of time, after all, his strength was too small, unless he could get the help of heavenly and earthly treasures, such as the old ginseng in the northeast or some kind of gene-assisted potion that could increase his strength, so he directly turned the third page, and his eyes fell on that page.

Wind tricks.

The huge font suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then there was an article like a fire recipe, introducing the origin of the wind and various mythological characters, which made Zhong Yuan directly turn the page, and his mind fell into the method that recorded the cultivation of the wind technique.

"If fire is the embodiment of strength, then wind is an extension of physical fitness."

Zhong Yuan closed the blue book in a mutter, he didn't look at the last empty formula, after all, the previous fire recipe had already pointed directly to the strength of the force, and the wind recipe was physical fitness, so the one left behind must be related to wisdom. So it's not useful to him at all, although he is very confident in his own wisdom, but if he wants to cultivate now, it must also be related to his strengths, and this kind of progress is obvious, and it can also see results in a short period of time.

"The wind is uncertain, illusory and invisible, you can't see it but you can feel it, you can also derive it, and it can be turned into the most terrifying weapon, which is just right for my current situation, Lan Feng is not wrong."

Zhong Yuan put down the blue book in his hand, and immediately closed his eyes, and his face turned indifferent at that moment, looking like an old monk who had entered the meditation. However, in his mind, there were characters introducing the wind one by one, as well as the cultivation method that reached more than 3,000 words, and when those characters appeared, he sighed leisurely, and his body also floated unnaturally at that moment.

Wind Technique, it is obviously aimed at speed, and speed is naturally Zhong Yuan's strength, although Wind Technique is also difficult to cultivate, but compared to Zhong Yuan, it is still a little easier than ordinary people to cultivate. What's more, as his body floated, the mouse that had been closing his eyes suddenly opened his eyes at that moment.

Those eyes were not as scarlet as before, but turned into cyan eyes with the ups and downs of Zhong Yuan's body, and the moment the wisps of wind pierced through his nose and penetrated into his body. And if Zhong Yuan opened his eyes at this moment and looked in a mirror, he would also find that his pupils had strangely become green.

The color, and the rat in the body, there is no difference, it is exactly the same, as if they are all pupils of their own body, regardless of each other's existence.

Call... Drink......

The continuous breathing, although there is a sound transmission, is extremely regular, and the ups and downs of the chest gradually seem a little violent. The wind began to turn into a dragon of qi, burrowing into his nostrils, and being absorbed by the rats who opened their eyes, but the meridians, bones, and blood that it flowed through began to squeak, as if it was changing something, making Zhong Yuan's face look extremely unnatural.

"Accepting the wind is like a body, this is the first step, but how do I feel that I can't keep the invisible wind."

An hour passed quietly, and the lights in the house were still so bright, but the night completely covered the entire Chen Village, except for the occasional barking of dogs, but most of the time everything was silent. But at this moment, Zhong Yuan was sweat beads dripping down his forehead, the sheets were completely wet with his sweat, and his face looked extremely painful, and the whole room became very riotous with the whispers in his mouth, as if a terrible storm was about to be formed, sweeping out of the house and spreading the entire world.

But this is only the surface of him, the body is even more unbearable, the wind that flows in is not as docile as before, but like the wind whistling in the house, full of a kind of fury and destruction, which also causes his body to be torn by the wind raging meridian entanglement, bone misalignment, blood reflux and various organs began to move, but this pain Zhong Yuan can still bear. The only thing that he couldn't bear was where all the wind went, and he couldn't even feel a trace, which made him doubt the cultivation method of that wind technique.

However, at this moment, he couldn't stop at all, even if he didn't meditate on the method of cultivating the wind technique, but his body was running on its own, and at that moment, it was as if his body was not his body, but by an inexplicable force, controlling him to cultivate, to absorb the wandering heaven and earth. Wind.

"What the hell is going on, why is my body starting to get out of control, is it the madness recorded in the book?"

At this time, Zhong Yuan's face was like a blower, and Herod's ups and downs were worse than the ups and downs of his chest, as if he had suddenly opened his tongue in the wind, so that the skin could only be controlled by the wind. However, these are not Zhong Yuan's concerns, at this time what he cares about is his body, why it is not under his control, and his body has become more unbearable, and he can faintly hear the sound of bones breaking.

Going mad, this is a terrible word, and it is also a situation that all martial arts cultivators, including mecha warriors, are unwilling to face, because one is not good, the light one loses his cultivation, and the heavy one dies directly, and it can barely be reluctantly restored to the original state is considered to be taken care of by God. And Zhong Yuan, a mecha rookie who has just stepped into the threshold of martial cultivation, if this situation occurs, he will either be severely disabled or die directly, of course, unless his luck bursts, there will be no other result.

Fortunately, this situation did not happen to him, although he thought in his heart that he might have stepped into the flames, but the real reason was the unconscious mecha proto-beast. However, with the opening of its eyes, perhaps it will be a spiritual mecha protosaurus that has been rare for a hundred years, because it knows how to cultivate.

At that moment, no matter what kind of pain Zhong Yuan endured, it manipulated the wind that penetrated in, wandered among the meridians, sharpened the bones, and merged into the blood, until it formed a Zhou Tian before it was completely absorbed into the body. And its posture, if Zhong Yuan could see it, would be extremely surprised, because the mouse, sitting cross-legged in the Dan Mansion, was like an old monk chanting, if he closed the pair of cyan eyes, it would be even more like.

Rumble!

The grinding of bones and bones, the sound of breaking at that time, and the tangled meridians, were like twisted flowers, and the blood was sometimes flowing down and sometimes backwards, and all kinds of pain converged together, causing Zhong Yuan's wind-blown face to become extremely white. After all, the pain was too painful, even the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty were nothing more than that, and they were all derived from the body, so that although the mind was completely prostrate, but in the torture of three or four hours, Zhong Yuan did not pass out, and could only bear it alive, which made him want to commit suicide even more painfully. Until the moment the morning light shone through the window on his pale face, the whole body seemed to have reached a critical point at that moment, and a roar like thunder suddenly exploded in his mind, prompting the exercise to finally stop, and he collapsed to the bed in embarrassment.

However, at the moment when he fell, the mecha protomouse who could only cultivate closed his eyes in amusement. But in the belly of it, there is a misty blue light flashing, and if you look closely, you will find that the blue light is actually just one word.