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Laughed at himself for a moment.

Wang Bei began the cultivation of this last day of cultivation.

The mantra of the Mixed Yuan Technique gradually flowed out in my mind like a few golden characters, and following the method of exercise, there were several true qi jumping up and down in the body, penetrating into the viscera along the meridians, containing some vague physical vitality, and changing little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The work is done.

There were also some weak vitality that instantly became a lot stronger.

"This Mixed Yuan Technique is really wonderful, I don't think I have the Yuan Qi Seeds accumulated from the previous few cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Technique, otherwise, after this power is dissipated, the degree of overall weakness of the body will be more serious than before, in that case, the battle the day after tomorrow will be difficult to handle. It's just that this hybrid element technique has been practiced, and I don't know where there is a way to improve the vitality. ”

"I don't know what this body will look like when I practice the Fa. ”

There is a wisp of condensation and pure internal force, spreading out from the dantian, according to the route of Tunagong cultivation, in the eight veins of the Qi Jing and carried it all over again, but the speed of the transportation is not slower than imagined, and it is even a few points faster to carry at high speed, but in just half an hour, it has been running for four hours in a row.

This cultivation speed is not unfast.

Wang Bei was full of joy, and the strength of cultivation was more sufficient, however, just when he was running for thirty-six small weeks, that is, a big week, the meridians gave birth to a tingling sensation, and the stinging sensation became more and more intense when it was carried down, and it could be seen that the meridians had reached the limit that they could bear, so they stopped carrying the internal force and slowly withdrew the internal force into the dantian.

"It seems that the cultivation speed of this internal force is not greatly affected by my original physique, but the bearing capacity of this meridian is limited, and it is not possible to cultivate as unrestricted as before. ”

"Huh, what's this?"

Faintly, Wang Bei spied something unusual in the sea of his divine consciousness.

In a sea of endless pure white light.

But there was a little figure with a golden body in it, lying quietly with his eyes closed and sleeping, and his appearance and form were like the emperor after changing his body.

"Is this the incarnation of my other body, why didn't I mention the appearance of this thing in this Heavenly Transformation Technique, I don't know what the use is. ”

Suddenly there was a wave in the sea of divine consciousness.

Vaguely stirring and conjuring a palm, as if to tease the incarnated golden light villain.

Just when the palm of his hand is about to touch the golden man.

The tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a terrifying light turned under the eyes like flowing water, and Wang Bei's consciousness was instantly beaten out of the sea of consciousness by this force and returned to the body.

The struggling and turbulent consciousness wants to enter the sea of knowledge again.

But as if it had been sealed by a great force, it was not allowed to enter at all.

After waking up completely.

Wang Bei glanced at the empty practice room with a little blankness, and in an instant, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a nameless anger surged into his heart.

"Fuck your sister, isn't it just a change of body, you don't recognize Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is your ancestor, you dare to do this to me, bastard, white-eyed wolf..."

However, no matter how Wang Bei cursed the little golden man.

The world of Zhihai is as if it is completely blocked, in an all-round closure, and his consciousness is not allowed to enter.

Tiny incarnation.

At this moment, he actually occupied his sea of divine consciousness with the anti-guest.

But after making a fuss for a while, Wang Bei had no choice but not to care, who told him that his current strength is limited, and he can't compare to the little golden man at all, but don't think that Wang Bei will give up, "Wait, you girl, I'll throw you out sooner or later." ”

It's a dark night.

Outside the closed practice room, there was a person at this moment.

Chang Fu stood at the door, raising his arms with a somewhat apprehensive face, as if he was hesitating to knock on the door.

Eventually, determined to knock on the gleaming bronze door.

A voice immediately came from the practice room.

"The door is unlocked, come in. ”

Chang Fu pushed open the door, and saw Wang Bei, who was on the occasion of closing his eyes and cultivating, walked to the nearby futon and sat down cross-legged with heavy steps, Chang Fu said softly: "Wood, are you really planning to start a hundred battles and climb to the top?"

"That's right. Wang Bei still closed his eyes tightly and said lightly.

"But you also know that it has always been a battle that is certain to death, obviously you can slowly cultivate, and then climb to the top of the emperor rank, how can you be so anxious to seize the emperor title. Chang Fu said with a worried face.

"Fighting, there is no freedom in the first place, I have no choice. Wang Bei's snort lightened a lot, and he said calmly.

"Well, what can I do when you say that, do you still recognize this book?"

Chang Fu took out the black book he regarded as a treasure from his arms and handed it to Wang Bei.

"It's not the black book I lost, how can it be with you. Wang Bei opened his eyes and smiled lightly.

"Because this book is very powerful, and it hides an extremely strong exercise, I took it from you to cultivate. Chang Fu said firmly.

"Huh?"

Wang Bei was a little surprised, after a long time, he finally understood that what he cultivated was just the most basic breathing skill, and it was not a powerful exercise, but at this moment, the fat man's statement made him a little suspicious.

took the black book and flipped through a few pages.

However, the situation in the book changed dramatically for a while, and it was completely different from the basic tuna gong he had seen before, and instead it was replaced by a different kind of sutra called "No Anger for the Foolish", in which the differences in the methods recorded in it can only be summarized in words.

Soon, the book that had not yet been read was closed.

Wang Bei clasped his hands together and held the scriptures, and a shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But it was Fu Ling's heart that guessed the origin of everything.

"This scripture may be good, but it doesn't belong to me, I have my own exercises that should be practiced, you can take this scripture back." ”

Chang Fu took the black book a little stunned, muttered with his mouth open as if he wanted to persuade something, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his mouth, and in the end, it turned into a wordless sigh, "Forget it, forget it, maybe this is fate, you can't look at this black book, I still have a sword book here, you may be of some use." ”

The knife score of "Infinite Sword Sutra" was also handed to Wang Bei's eyes.

However, staring at this book of swords, Wang Bei's eyes flashed with a hint of waves, and he said with some sighs: "Compared with the fat man in the past, you are even more incomprehensible to me now, and sometimes I even have a strange feeling towards you, but one thing I am not mistaken, you are still a fat man." ”

This last sentence was like a sneer.

Listening to Chang Fu's ears, he didn't show the slightest scolding as usual.

With a faint and silent bitter smile, he turned his head slightly.

(End of chapter)

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