I believe that any cultivator who gets this book of flint gods can't help but sigh at its incompleteness.

Because in the consciousness of the cultivator, as long as it is an exercise, it must go through the dantian to absorb and induce, how can there be no one who does not go to the dantian and only walks the acupuncture points.

Based on this, Xiang Mo also had the same exclamation, and not only that, he also had a bold idea.

What should I do if I haven't passed through the dantian? What else can I do, then create a dantian, create a dantian that can let qi energy pass through.

But what kind of structure should this dantian have? Is it also an inner world like him? Or is it a completely different structure.

I don't know, I can't guess, but it's not impossible.

Since you want to create a martial artist's dantian, you must first become a martial artist yourself.

However, it is not an easy task to become a martial artist, even if it is a civilian, it will take at least five years to get a first glimpse of the door, during which time you have to keep practicing the exercises, tempering your body, and you can't slack off.

Becoming a real martial artist requires years of polishing and understanding, not that achievements can be achieved, many times it is not easier than a cultivator, and in the later stage, it can even be said that it is a hundred times more difficult than a cultivator.

However, in the eyes of others, one thing that is extremely difficult is placed here in Xiang Mo, but it is nothing at all.

Very simply, the Green Iron Man is enough to support the entire cultivation process.

The strong musculoskeletal and smooth meridian acupuncture points required in the body of a normal person can be shaped in the body of the green iron man at once.

In other words, as long as Xiang Mo thinks, then he will have countless perfect human body structures, all of which can be the most perfect body, and even blood flow nerve conduction can be done.

And as he became familiar with the Flint God Treasure Book, after applying the way the acupuncture points operated qi to the iron man, he was surprised to find that those life forms had also changed.

They seem to be sensitive to the airflow generated by the exercises, and they are also concentrated on the acupuncture points, and are connected by imprints as meridians.

With such an iron man, it is completely possible to complete the accumulation of countless years, so as to discover the further meaning of this exercise.

In a certain corner of the world in the field of Modan Tian, there are countless iron men wielding the same trick.

They are like programmed robots, invariably urging exercises, dancing tricks, generating energy, and changing the veins.

If they have to be different from robots, it is that the use of tricks is not exactly the same, but there are subtle differences like humans.

Or the difference in the size of the force, or the speed or slowness of the moves, or the order of the exercises.

In short, the Iron Men test in many extremely subtle aspects, and do statistics in places that people can't fully outline.

This process has been going on for more than an hour, and many iron men have begun to give feedback, and Xiang Mo is also classifying and summarizing at the same time.

With more and more feedback, the pressure on Mo is also increasing, and the mental power consumption is huge, and it is gradually exhausted, so I can only write down the content for the time being, so as to study it slowly.

After three hours, all the ironmen had done their feedback, leaving behind a lot of data.

And Xiang Mo also stopped recording for three hours, and at the last moment he couldn't hold on, and he lost consciousness tiredly.

On a summer night, the sky is dotted with sparkling stars, like the Milky Way paved with fine quicksand, reclining on the blue sky.

The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle and gusting of the breeze, and the occasional barking of a dog, the fat streets of the prison were silent.

But even on this night, there were still people who did not sleep, but were full of excitement, rolling and kicking in the prison.

This person is Ah Hui.

Ever since he got Xiang Mo's assurance, he has been practicing martial arts with Shen Meng.

It was probably the first time that he was so cared about and looked at, and the first time he had come into contact with such a profound exercise, his whole body exuded a burst of joy, and he didn't even want to let go of the night.

"Whew-"

The strong wind shuttles through the house, forming waves of air, rolling around, and disappearing invisibly, like ripples on the river waves, slowly swinging away.

Ah Hui's limbs are very thin, and the clothes on his body can only wrap his body, revealing his jumping arms and thighs, and the movements on his hands and feet are not fast, and he can even be said to be amazingly slow.

Under normal circumstances, his moves and styles can't set off the slightest strong wind in the air, but it's not much, the air seems to be enchanted, and he likes to pounce on him, which is also the reason why he keeps playing strong winds.

If Shen Meng still had eyes on him boxing at this time, then his mouth would definitely be able to swallow two eggs.

Ah Hui only took two hours to learn the essence of this set of boxing techniques, and as for the mystery in the tricks, he only talked about it casually, and he didn't even specifically say the operating principle in it, but that's it, he was still beaten by him, and the strong wind rolled around like a tide.

Probably because the waves spread a little far, I don't know when they have caressed the place where Xiang Mo is, and Xiang Mo also rose a faint coolness under the strong wind, and gradually opened his eyes.

What he saw, except for Shen Meng and the others, who had already been underwater, was this Ah Hui who woke up with bursts of qi.

Looking at the thin and resolute young man in front of him, Xiang Mo couldn't help but think of his own time, and there was a time when he forgot to sleep and eat like him.

At that time, although he was not as talented as this young man, he was also night and day.

Now it's the night shift three shifts, the weather is getting colder, and the surroundings are silent, and this young man has actually entered the situation of going to me, forgetting the time, and forgetting the place, and there is only martial arts in his heart.

Xiang Mo immediately understood that this young man had little contact with the world, his mind was simple, and he would do whatever others told him to do, never asking the reason, so he could comprehend the essence of boxing so quickly and play a burst of boxing energy.

It was the first time he had seen such a gifted young man, and he couldn't help but have a heart of love for talent, and stood up and walked to him.

When Xiang Mo got up, his dantian inner world had already begun to deduce the set of punches that Ah Hui fought in advance, that is, the exercises of standing up, and he condensed the boxing techniques.

This set of boxing techniques is really simple, even he, who has never practiced boxing, can see a rough idea, not to mention that with the help of the iron man, it took a very small amount of time to completely control most of the mysteries in it.

The advantages and disadvantages of the moves, the size of the force when swinging, and the control of the direction were all presented in his mind, and at the same time, a villain appeared, and the most perfect way of making the most perfect moves was rehearsed.

Ah Hui didn't know that Xiang Mo had come to his side, he still kept punching, it seemed that no one ordered him to stop, he would fight for the rest of his life.

It's just that the fist he just made was deviated, and he didn't follow Professor Shen Meng's method, so he couldn't help but be stunned, and a familiar and friendly voice came from his ears:

"Keep fighting, don't stop!"

Ah Hui immediately calmed down after a brief loss of consciousness and began to swing his fists again.

But he lost his direction again, and what was supposed to be to the side was deflected by so many fingers, which made him feel a little impatient in his heart, but he couldn't disobey the orders of the people around him, so he could only keep punching.

Each of his punches was different from Professor Shen Meng's, either big or small, or deflected or closed, but he had a different feeling from the original.

Originally, when I was boxing, I only felt stiff, not to mention stiff, and the joint muscles were not coordinated, but now, I felt that the muscles were relaxed, but the fist strength was not reduced at all, but there was a mellow feeling.

He finally understood what the people around him meant, that is, to help him improve this set of boxing techniques and make them more powerful.

A Hui gradually developed a sense of admiration in his heart, and the movements in his hands gradually became standard, and there were fewer and fewer times when he was changed by Xiang Mo, and it had become the most standard form after a while.

In this way, he once again entered a state of going to me, and the strong wind on his body gradually rose, and he had the potential to soar to the sky.

But this did not wake up others, just because there was an invisible layer of separation around him at some point.

Xiang Mo returned to his seat again, to be exact, where he had been Shen Meng, and once again comprehended what he had just gained, but this time his gaze did not stay on those gains, but looked at the iron man who recorded these gains, to be exact, on those life forms.

I don't know if it's because of these effects, these living forms have actually changed, to be more agile, or formed an independent conscious individual.

They seem to have come to understand the spirit of cooperation, so they form individual groups, distinguish the results in certain directions, and then each group absorbs and evolves in these directions, and then gives the summed things to others.

In this way, a way of thinking similar to an assembly line is formed.

Some groups absorb all the brains, some groups classify, some groups summarize, some groups gather the summaries, and some groups distribute the income again.

Under this cycle, the content becomes clearer and clearer, and the mystery becomes more and more obvious, and in the end, it only takes a few glances to understand many truths.

Xiang Mo was overjoyed at first, and then fell into deep thought, he didn't quite understand why the life experience evolved so quickly, and wanted to pursue the reason, but he couldn't get it, so he could only put it down first and comprehend the mystery of the Suishen Treasure Book.

In the early morning, when everything was silent, a glimmer of light on the eastern horizon carefully soaked the light blue sky, and a new day gradually moved from afar.

As the slumbering people gradually woke up from their dreams, a new day began.

"I'm X, isn't it!"

The monkey rubbed his eyes and screamed.

"What's the noise, it's early in the morning, why can't you be quiet, don't you know how hard I worked last night, boss!"

Shen Guangtou muttered dissatisfiedly.

The monkey didn't appreciate it, kept slapping Shen Meng, and said urgently:

"Boss, get up, boss, take a look!"