At the bottom of the Jade Lake, Lang Huan blessed land, looking at the statue in front of him holding a long sword and wearing a palace costume, Mo Wen sighed, no wonder the unlucky guy without Yazi could estrus against a statue, this jade statue is too realistic.

Ordinary people are generally the same size, wearing a pale yellow silk shirt, the texture of the white jade on the face faintly reveals the color of red, and the pair of eyes carved with black gems is faintly bright, no matter standing on the side of the jade statue, you will find that the eyes are always towards themselves, the look in the eyes is even more elusive, like joy and love, seems to be affectionate, and seems to be sad.

"Tsk, what a beauty." Even Mo Wen, who is used to seeing beautiful women, can't help but admire, if the beauty of Qiu, Hermione, and Lillian is closer to the sexiness of the West, then the beauty of the statue in front of him is closer to the freshness and refinement of the East, which are completely different beauty.

But looking at it, Mo Wen is not as addicted to it as Wu Yazi.

He looked at the two futons in front of the statue, and without hesitation, he tore the small one, and took out the silk bag inside, which was about a foot long, and a few lines of fine words were written on the white silk: "Thou hast kowtowed a thousand times, and thou shalt be driven by me, and thou hast no regrets for the rest of your life." This volume is for me to learn to go down the mountain, for the rest of the slaughter of the disciples of the free faction, there is a omission, and the rest of the heaven and the earth are hated for a long time. ”

Ignoring Li Qiushui's so-called will, he is not the kind of stupid boy like Duan Yu who has to think about an oath for a long time, Mo Wen directly unfolded the silk scroll inside, and saw that the first line was written with the words "Northern Shengong", which was beautiful and powerful. It is the same as the writing on the outside of the silk bag. Later, he wrote: "Zhuangzi's 'leisurely travel' has clouds: 'There are those who are in the north of the poor hair, and there are those in the Tianchi. There are fish and thousands of miles wide. I didn't know how to fix it. 'Another cloud, so the internal force is the foundation, and the trick is the end. The following diagrams should be practiced diligently. ”

Looking at the portrait of a naked woman on the silk scroll, even Mo Wen, who has experienced a lot of women and a lot of peach blossom battles, has to sigh with emotion, it is really terrible for women to go crazy. Li Qiushui not only wore a lot of green hats for Wu Yazi, but now he even paints his naked paintings on them when he teaches martial arts, which is really open. You must know that this is not the open environment of later generations, and this kind of nude painting is shocking everywhere.

But after all, she has experienced a lot of women, and in front of the naked painting, Mo Wen is not as uncomfortable as Duan Yu in the middle of the original book. Instead, I watched it little by little.

"Cloud Gate", "Zhongfu", "Tianfu", "Xia Bai", "Qi Ze", "Kong Most", "Lieque", "Jingqu", "Dayuan", "Yuji" acupuncture points are imprinted in Mo Wen's mind. Automatically emerge a diagram of the meridian movement.

Involuntarily sitting down cross-legged, Mo Wen began to run according to the exercises recorded in the first picture on the silk scroll. The magic and aura obtained from the magic world were continuously transformed into internal force under the action of the laws of heaven and earth and the body of the heroic spirit, and Mo Wen's originally empty dantian was quickly filled.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, and finally a full forty-five years of Northern Spiritual Power were transformed by Mo Wen.

The abundant internal force in the whole body made Mo Wen can't help but let out a long howl.

"Ahh

Fortunately, this is the bottom of the Jade Lake, otherwise this long howl would definitely alarm half of the people of the Infinite Mountain.

After a long roar, Mo Wen slowly opened his eyes and carefully looked at his hands. Feeling the slowly flowing true qi, my heart is moving. Slammed into a nearby stone table.

There were no martial arts moves, just relying on the internal force in the body to flow automatically, and the heavy stone table was unexpectedly broken.

However, looking at the broken stone table, Mo Wen frowned dissatisfiedly, the power is too weak, that is, it is the same as the power of those small magic in the Harry Potter world, and it cannot be compared with the amazing destructive power in the darkness.

And in Mo Wen's mind, Yuan Yuan explained: "Master, this is because the world you are in is different, although the total amount of energy has not changed, but the effect caused depends on the law effect of the world itself, the destructiveness of the energy of the low-martial world is not as good as that of the low-level demon, not to mention that the darkness is also the one with stronger power in the low-level plane." ”

Listening to the original explanation, Mo Wen's originally depressed mood was a lot easier, unlike Duan Yu, who only studied two pictures in the original book, Mo Wen then refined all the thirty-six pictures before stopping, and at this time two days had passed.

And after practicing the Northern Spiritual Skill and opening up all the meridians that can be opened through the whole body, Mo Wen will naturally not let go of the Ling Bo microstep after that, although the importance of this step in Mo Wen's eyes is not as important as the Northern Spiritual Skill that can be compatible, but it is also a first-class light skill in the rivers and lakes, especially in short-distance movement.

Because he was not very familiar with the I Ching gossip, Mo Wen's cultivation speed of Ling Bo Weibu was far less than Duan Yu's, and he even almost went mad a few times during the period, but relying on the powerful recovery ability of his heroic body and more than forty years of strong internal strength, Mo Wen actually practiced this step to an extremely proficient point in half a month under the danger of going mad, although it was not said to be fluent, but at least there was no problem with it against the enemy-

On this day, at the bottom of the Jade Lake, in the former blessed land of Changhuan, I saw a figure like a fluttering, moving back and forth in the narrow stone room, although the speed was extremely fast, the naked eye could almost only catch a trace of afterimage, but the demeanor was indescribably unrefined, making people feel like a fairy descending.

Gradually, the speed of the immortal-like figure became faster and faster, and the entire stone room was filled with floating figures, and then suddenly I saw that the countless figures suddenly converged into one, and stopped in front of a stone table at a distance.

Gently wiping away the beads of sweat on his forehead, Mo Wen looked at the table close at hand and smiled, his Ling Bo microstep has been practiced to a certain level, and then he can only rely on water grinding kung fu to improve little by little, or integrate other light skills to improve, but neither of these can be half reached in a short time.

Looking at the dusty stone room around him, Mo Wen secretly thought in his heart that it was time to leave this blessed land, but where to go next made Mo Wen a little embarrassed.

Tianlong's top martial arts in this era have all kinds of mastery of the Xiaoyao faction, the eighteen palms of the dragon, the six-vein sword, the Murong family's douzhuan star, the Shaolin Temple's Yijin Sutra, but unfortunately these are not the three old monsters of the Xiaoyao faction not to mention, North Qiao Feng, South Murong is not easy to mess with, and the seemingly simple Shaolin Temple also has the final boss of the sweeping monk, if you accidentally use Mo Wen's strength, it will overturn in the gutter, and finally the six-vein divine sword in Dali Tianlong Temple may be the easiest top martial arts to get, But Mo Wen, who has read the original book, knows that those old monks have extremely hard bones, and if they are not careful, they may destroy the sword spectrum and scatter in two.

Among the remaining martial arts, there are very few that can make Mo Wen look at them, and it doesn't seem to be worth a special trip.

Thinking about it, Mo Wen felt that it was better to leave the blessed land of Chang Huan first.

Going up the steps along the stone chamber, after turning three corners, Mo Wen came to a riverside, listening to the sound of the rumbling river, he suddenly felt in his heart, he seemed to have forgotten a treasure, that thing should be in Wuliang Mountain now. (To be continued......)