Running frantically "Solid Foundation Pei Yuan Gong", the violent innate true qi in the body was refined. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Perhaps it was because he was aware of the crisis of life, and at the moment of life and death, the efficiency of this set of exercises was actually improved to a certain extent.

The innate true qi was refining at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a trace of strange energy quickly integrated into all parts of Yang Jing's body, quickly repairing the blood holes in his chest, arms, palms, and whole body.

As these energies entered, the exercises combined with the energy, wriggling the muscles, and pieces of metal were squeezed out of the blood holes all over the body and fell into the water tank.

He is full of injuries and is recovering quickly.

As soon as possible, the wound stopped bleeding, but the remaining flesh and bones did not recover so quickly.

It will take time for this to settle, at least for a while, and he will not be able to do it.

The innate true qi was gradually refined and converted into energy, not to mention that the wound stopped bleeding, and it was still a little itchy, obviously recovering. However, because the injury was too severe, it could not be completely repaired in a short period of time.

The more he practiced the "Solid Foundation Pei Yuan Gong", the more Yang Jing admired this set of exercises.

This exercise does not enhance the ability to cultivate, and the more you cultivate, the more you will retreat.

It's okay to be in the acquired realm now, but if you reach the innate realm, the major is innate true qi. And the practice of refining the innate true qi will only weaken the true qi cultivation significantly.

But it was this kind of exercise that made Yang Jing extremely happy, and he was glad that the system found out that he was in the fantasy world at that time, and immediately changed the items of the newbie gift package.

Among the three items, even the crystal chain that is a spiritual artifact, the ground-level elixir marrow cleansing pill, is far from comparable.

Refining internal qi and true qi is a peculiar energy, which is integrated into all parts of the body, and then achieves a strengthening effect. This enhancement is difficult to improve his strength, speed and other attributes, but it can improve his physique. Let every part of the body be filled with energy, lay a solid foundation, improve quality, and then reach the degree of rebirth. In particular, the kidneys can also enhance certain aspects of their functions after being improved.

Moreover, the exercise can also hide the breath, and the effect is several times better than the "Breathing Technique" given by Xie Ruyan.

If there is a deficiency in the body, the exercises will naturally focus on the injured area, which in turn achieves the effect of healing. It's just that this kind of healing method is not advisable, and the consumption is too great. It looks very efficient, and any injury can be repaired in just a few days. But the loss of this, if it weren't for the Northern Shengong absorbing other true qi as a basis, it would be impossible to do it at all.

But Yang Jing doesn't care, just healing is refining true qi, improving himself, and improving his body's adaptability to innate true qi, the best of both worlds.

If you want to improve, it's a big deal to find an opponent in the future to absorb internal qi and true qi.

Immersed in refining, he also clearly noticed that the raging True Qi was gradually being brought under control. The ruptured meridians have also been repaired because of the "Guben Pei Yuan Gong", and the toughness is also greater, and they have actually been able to withstand the erosion of innate true qi. Although it still hurts, every inch of progress hurts into the bone marrow, but it does not rupture.

It's just pain, he's used to it for a long time, and he's already able to bear it. As long as the meridians can barely bear it, all the problems in the body can be solved by relying on the "Guben Pei Yuan Gong".

Time passed slowly, and after about half an hour, Yang Jing opened his eyes. He couldn't hold it anymore, and how long he could hold on without breathing had exceeded his expectations.

Cautiously out of the water tank, he looked at the blood-stained water, and glanced back at the bedroom in the house. There were three breaths inside, and there was some confusion, but I didn't come out to check.

He knew that when he came in, the three of them had already noticed it, but in line with the principle that more things are better than less, they didn't come out to make a fuss or even go out to report the news.

When Yang Jing came in, he was covered with wounds, and such injuries were definitely not something that ordinary martial artists could bear.

What's more, the movement outside is so loud, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

It may be beneficial to go out and report the news, but there is also the possibility of being bullied, or even extinguished, who knows what the outcome will be.

Rather than taking risks, it is better to know nothing and be safe and sound.

Lowering his head and looking at the soaked tattered clothes on his body, Yang Jing's mind moved, and a set of clean clothes appeared in his hands.

But then, he snorted, and the pain distorted his face.

There was still a blood hole in the palm of his right hand, and the blood stopped flowing, but the two metacarpal bones were broken, and the rest were also broken. The arms are full of blood holes, which are caused by not being able to withstand the true qi.

He took a deep breath and took off his tattered clothes. When he lowered his head and looked at the dozens of bloody holes all over his body, his face was full of hatred.

He didn't hate Dong Haiyan at all, because there was nothing to hate. When he planned to kill Dong Qingcheng and Dong Qingshan, he was ready to bear the wrath of the Dong family.

Since the two sides have become mortal enemies, no matter what they do, they should do it.

What he really hates is himself, in the end, he still lacks too much, his strength is too weak.

If you have a set of martial arts in your hand, and then break through to a half-step innate, even if you can't compete with the masters of the innate realm, at least it won't be so miserable.

If it weren't for the appearance of that innate master, he wouldn't have been able to escape.

Of course, not hating is not hating, it's just a matter of emotion. If he really ran into the Dong family, he would also make an unceremonious move. If you become an enemy, you will not die.

"It's too weak, I don't have any resistance at all, and I deserve to be slaughtered. ”

Grunted and carefully dressed.

Every movement of his body involved the wounds all over his body, and if it weren't for the endurance he was trained to be strong enough, he would have collapsed because of the severe pain.

After gradually dressing up, he stuffed his dirty clothes into the storeroom, glanced around the room, thought about throwing down a silver ticket of one thousand taels, and then ran out of the courtyard wall.

It took several minutes for the room to be gently opened.

An ordinary middle-aged man came out of the bedroom, carefully looked around, and when he saw the silver ticket, his eyes lit up.

But when he saw the blood stains in the water tank and the strong smell of blood, he was terrified.

Hiding under the eaves next to a small street, holding the eaves beam with one hand, he fixed his body and stared at the three figures not far ahead.

When the three of them were getting closer, they tried their best to run "Guben Pei Yuan Gong", hiding their breath.

The three of them didn't know which force they belonged to, they all looked around carefully, even the garbage heap in the corner of the small alley, the three of them didn't let go, and checked carefully.

One of them was holding a lantern and shining all around, even in the sky.

Yang Jing hated a lot in his heart, glanced around, turned his body slightly, turned over lightly and got into the courtyard, and slowly slid down the wooden pillar.

The strength of the three of them is not good, and he can easily kill them. But the movement is hard to say, he has not learned strong martial arts, otherwise he would not be so embarrassed.

I can't afford to provoke it, so I can only hide, which is also a helpless thing.

The courtyard was almost as set up as he had lived, and he walked lightly towards the kitchen. Several people in the room, with normal breath, apparently did not notice his arrival.

The kitchen window was open, and he gently slipped into it, found a chair and sat cross-legged, and continued to refine his true qi to repair his injuries.