The rift burst violently, and in the blink of an eye, the Shadow City was already in ruins, and the huge force destroyed the entire city, this kind of power is no longer like a mortal thing, it can be called divine power.

And when the Phantom City collapsed, on a mountain not far from the Phantom City, Ricky heard the sound and hurriedly turned back to look towards the Phantom City, only to see that above the Phantom City, the originally cloudy sky had already dispersed at this time.

And the Phantom City, under a loud bang, collapsed, all the buildings were shattered in that moment, Ricky saw this scene, and was also shocked speechless, it took a long time to relax, and at the same time secretly glad that he went first, otherwise, he would definitely return to the underworld with the Phantom City.

'Qin Lang', who was in the middle of the ruins, was standing in the air at the moment, looking at the Shadow City below him with satisfaction, suddenly, he looked down at his body, shook his head and smiled: "The master of this life is still a child, ho ho ......"

'Qin Lang' said, his body shook, and he could only hear a "crackling" sound all over his body, and then he saw his body, slowly growing, and after a while, he grew like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

The young man has black hair and black eyes, his hair has grown to his waist with his body, he stands in the void, his clothes are windless, and his whole person looks extraordinary.

"This is what the deity should be, ho ho ......"

'Qin Lang' smiled evilly, then stepped on the void and walked towards the distance, and in a short time, he had disappeared into the distant sky.

......

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed. No one knows about the destruction of Shadow City, this city is an isolated city, and it is normal for such a short time not to be discovered.

In Osri City, at the gate of Feister Academy, a young man in black clothes, black hair, black eyes, and long hair reached his waist, walked in from outside the door, the young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

The boy is 'Qin Lang'. At this moment, he walked to the academy. It attracted the attention of the students, after all, it was the first time that everyone had seen a boy with such long hair.

'Qin Lang' didn't care about everyone's curious eyes at all, but looked a little proud. He glanced around. Suddenly. He looked at a man, it was a red-haired girl, about eighteen years old. At this time, he was walking towards a classroom, 'Qin Lang' laughed evilly and walked straight towards the girl.

"This young lady, you are so beautiful!" 'Qin Lang' walked behind the girl, hugged the girl's waist, put his face close to the girl's hair, and said with a light breath.

The girl was Irene, and she was about to go to the classroom when she suddenly felt an arm around her waist, and at the same time, a thick manly breath rushed into her nose.

Erin's face turned red, and a wave of anger rose in her heart, she had never been so closely hugged by a man when she was so big, she hit the abdomen of the man behind her with her right elbow, she thought that the blow would be hit, but she didn't expect it to be empty.

"Although the young lady is beautiful, her temper is quite big, ho ho ......" 'Qin Lang' had already drifted away and retreated when Erin's elbow struck, such a weak attack, in his eyes, was really not worth mentioning.

Erin turned her head angrily, ready to repair it, this man who was light on herself, but when she turned her head and saw the appearance of 'Qin Lang', she was stunned.

The face, the hair, the color of the pupils, and the inner indifference all gave her a very familiar feeling, and this feeling reminded her of a person-Qin Lang.

But then, she shook her head again, impossible, how could Qin Lang change from a child to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenager in a few days, this is simply impossible!

It must just look similar!

"Are you?" Erin looked at the man who was ninety percent similar to Qin Lang and asked, if it weren't for the man's age and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth, she would definitely think that the person in front of her was Qin Lang.

Qin Lang smiled and said: "Call me the crescent moon, ho ho, please forgive me for some private matters, farewell, ho ho"

After 'Qin Lang' finished speaking, he walked towards a three-story small building next to him, and Erin looked at the back of 'Qin Lang' with deep doubts in her eyes.

Ignoring Erin's puzzled gaze behind her, 'Qin Lang' walked straight to the dean's room on the third floor without knocking on the door.

Inside the house, Cerro was looking down with a pen to write, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he hurriedly looked up, and when he saw the face of the person who entered the door, Cerro was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

'Qin Lang' walked into the room and sat on the sofa next to him, his eyes staring straight at Sero, the corners of his mouth still had an evil smile, he didn't speak, just looked at Sero.

Sero looked at 'Qin Lang', a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he just looked at 'Qin Lang' without saying a word.

The two of them seemed to be communicating in their hearts, 'Qin Lang' was extremely relaxed, on the other hand, Sero, beads of sweat had already wet the books on his desk.

Time passed slowly, and the time of the day was spent in the eyes of the two, Sero's face was extremely pale, and 'Qin Lang' still had that leisurely appearance.

It wasn't until night fell that 'Qin Lang' chuckled, shook his head and got up to leave, watching 'Qin Lang' walk out of the house, Cerro couldn't help but slump on the seat, as if he was seriously ill, his lips and face were pale.

'Qin Lang', who left the dean's room, walked towards the outside of the academy, and as soon as he walked out of the academy, he stopped, smiled evilly, and walked towards the Bingwei clothing store next to the academy.

Walking into the store, I saw Lan Li and a few people eating dinner, and a few people saw 'Qin Lang' walking into the store, and their eyes were full of doubts.

"Qin Lang?" Tisi was puzzled, she had lived with Qin Lang for more than two years, she was extremely familiar with Qin Lang's appearance, even if Qin Lang's appearance was about seventeen years old now, she could recognize it at a glance, but this matter was too incredible, so she opened her mouth to test it.

"Ho ho ......" Qin Lang laughed evilly, glanced at the few people who were eating dinner, and suddenly, his gaze stopped on a girl who was wearing a revealing dress among the several people.

He looked at the girl, the evil smile on the corner of his mouth gradually subsided, and his face slowly became solemn.

"Mother silk. You say he's Qin Lang?" Although Lan Li was familiar with the appearance of 'Qin Lang', she was not sure what she thought in her heart, and only when she heard Tisi's temptation did she ask.

Tisi ignored Lan Li, her eyes stared straight at 'Qin Lang', her eyes showing an incredible look.

"Is he really Qin Lang?" Erin also looked at 'Qin Lang' with a solemn face in shock.

"He's not!"

Tortoiseshell got up slowly and said lightly: "Although his body is Qin Lang's, his heart and soul are not Qin Lang, Qin Lang may have died!"

"Qin Lang is dead?!"

The three of them exclaimed in unison.

The tortoiseshell shook her head. said lightly: "I don't know yet." Maybe in two days, if not dead, then you should be dead!"

"What do you mean?" asked Tiss, looking at the tortoiseshell suspiciously. Lan Li and Erin are also staring at the tortoiseshell.

The tortoiseshell didn't say any more. Her eyes looked directly at 'Qin Lang' who was dressed in black. Then he walked out of Bingwei's clothing store without saying a word, and 'Qin Lang' also followed behind the tortoiseshell with a solemn face.

"Hey, where are they going?"

Lan Li watched the two leave. Hurriedly got up and ran outside the store, looking around, but didn't see the two of 'Qin Lang'.

In the dark night, dark clouds covered the moon, and above the sky where no one could see, there were two people, who were more than ten meters apart, standing above the dark clouds, looking at each other.

The two of them are 'Qin Lang' and the tortoiseshell, the tortoiseshell looked at 'Qin Lang' and said, "Before you wake up, do you fall asleep by yourself, or let me beat you to sleep?"

"Hmph! You little patrol envoy dares to say such a thing to the deity, what a great boldness!" 'Qin Lang' said this, but his face was extremely solemn.

"Since you don't want to, then let me put you to sleep!"

The tortoiseshell held her right hand slowly, and a long whip with silver light gradually formed in her hand, and as soon as the long whip was formed, a great pressure spread out from the tortoiseshell's body.

The moment the coercion dissipated, the entire city of Osri boiled, and everyone walked out of the house, looked up at the sky, and talked about it.

And the 'Qin Lang' opposite the tortoiseshell also took out the crescent moon at this moment, and he didn't wait for the tortoiseshell whip to take shape, he was already attacking the tortoiseshell.

"Break!"

Hum -

The sound of the sword roaring in the sky was more than a hundred times stronger than when Qin Lang used it before, and the blade slashed through the void, and the void trembled faintly.

The tortoiseshell looked at the crescent moon splitting, her face was extremely relaxed, she held the long whip in her hand, danced lightly, only heard a "ding" sound, hit the crescent moon on the blade, the huge force beat the crescent moon to the knife body trembling, and the 'Qin Lang' who held the crescent moon felt the power of the long whip into the body, and hurriedly retracted the cut crescent, and tried her best to suppress the power of the long whip that was running around.

"Ho ho ...... It's really useless!"

'Qin Lang' was shocked by the power of the long whip, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the black pupils in his eyes slowly turned into blood pupils.

The blood-red pupils were like a blood-colored vortex, slowly rotating, and the speed of rotation slowly accelerated, and at the same time, the momentum emanating from 'Qin Lang' was also slowly increasing.

He held the crescent moon in his hand, and his blood-colored eyes looked directly at the tortoiseshell opposite, the tortoiseshell danced the long whip lightly, and with a "snap", the space trembled where the top of the long whip hit.

"Ho ho ...... Let's try the deity's two-style sword technique to cut the wind!"

'Qin Lang's momentum increased rapidly, and after saying this, the crescent moon in his right hand gradually changed color, it was originally a crescent moon as white as jade, but at this moment, it slowly became light red, but in a few breaths, the crescent moon was already bright red.

The tortoiseshell looked at the crescent moon in the hand of 'Qin Lang', the relaxed look on her face also disappeared, she looked at this blood-red demon knife, hurriedly held the long whip, and slashed towards 'Qin Lang'.

"Smack"

The long whip hit 'Qin Lang', but there was not the slightest joy on the tortoiseshell's face, her eyes swept around vigilantly, and suddenly, she raised her head violently and looked at the top of her head.

I saw a blood-red big knife with a length of dozens of zhang falling from the top of her head, where the big knife passed, the space was vibrating, and the knife body also carried a strong wind, the strong wind blew the tortoiseshell frowning, and the dark clouds under her feet were also blown away at this moment.

As soon as the dark clouds dispersed, Osri City looked up at the crowd in the sky, and there was a burst of exclamations, and the blood-red broadswords of dozens of zhang long and short could be clearly seen even if they were so far away.

The people on the ground were stunned by the blood-red broadsword. And in the Fest Academy, in front of the door of the dean's office on the third floor, Sero was also looking at the blood-colored big knife above his head at this moment, and muttered in his mouth: "This is the power of the Holy Domain?"

Just as Cerro spoke, the blood-red crescent moon dozens of feet long finally fell on the top of the tortoiseshell's head, and only a "boom" was heard, and a bright light spread from the tortoiseshell, and the bright light illuminated the entire city of Osri into daylight.

The crowd looking up at the sky was all stabbed by the bright light at this moment, and everyone closed their eyes. They know if they keep looking. You're bound to be blinded by the bright light.

And 'Qin Lang', who was above the tortoiseshell, looked at the tortoiseshell that had turned into a ball of light, and said in a low voice: "This is already my limit blow, if this is the case, you will not die." I'll be asleep. Also willingly!"

The light is blinding. No one on the ground dared to look at the sky, and no one knew who the knife had slashed at and what the result was. Even the 'Qin Lang' who was above didn't know.

The light was too dazzling, blocking his vision, the vortex in his blood-colored pupils rotated extremely fast, and his gaze shot straight into the ball of light, but unfortunately before he could see the figure of the tortoiseshell, he was stabbed by the dazzling light, and a trace of blood flowed out of his eye sockets, he closed his eyes and no longer looked at the center of the ball of light.

After a long time, 'Qin Lang' opened his eyes, the speed of the vortex in the blood-colored pupils had slowed down, he looked at the ball of light, shook his head and sneered, and said: "After all, he is still dead, although the strength of the deity has not yet reached its peak, but for you as a small patrolman, it is still unattainable!"

After staring at the ball of light again for a long time, he shook his head and landed downward, and just as he passed by the ball of light, a white palm stretched out from the ball of light, grabbed him by the neck, and before he could react, pulled him into the ball of light.

Inside the ball of light, the tortoiseshell was holding 'Qin Lang' with a face full of disbelief on her naked body, her clothes had been destroyed under the knife of 'Qin Lang', she pinched the neck of 'Qin Lang', and there was not the slightest anger on her face.

"You...... You're not dead yet?" 'Qin Lang' was almost out of breath when he was pinched by the tortoiseshell, his strength was suppressed by the tortoiseshell, and he had no ability to resist at all, so he could only let the tortoiseshell choke his neck.

I have to say that the tortoiseshell at this moment is enough to make any man who sees her have blood in his brain, blood boiling, white skin, towering twin peaks, flat lower abdomen, and slender legs underneath, with a beautiful face, the whole person is like an angel.

It's a pity that 'Qin Lang' didn't have the slightest intention of appreciating the tortoiseshell body, he was only surprised at the moment, the tortoiseshell didn't die beyond his expectations, his blow was already his limit strength, if it was him to take that blow, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to take it, let alone the tortoiseshell that was even lower than his strength.

The tortoiseshell ignored the surprise of 'Qin Lang', she pinched 'Qin Lang's neck and said softly: "I'm not an ordinary patrol, you better continue to sleep, since the owner of this body is dead, then you have to find the host again!"

As he spoke, the tortoiseshell pressed 'Qin Lang's right hand, pressed on the blood-red crescent moon tattoo, and gently rubbed the tattoo, only to see that the blood-red tattoo gradually faded, and it was about to disappear.

Suddenly, a burning sensation reached the tortoiseshell's palm, the tortoiseshell's face changed, the palm of the hand retracted, and the tattoo slowly returned to its original state, becoming blood-red again.

"The host isn't dead yet?" said tortoiseshell in surprise.

'Qin Lang''s face had turned pale, and he was so pinched by the tortoiseshell that he couldn't even speak, but when he heard the tortoiseshell's words, he was also shocked in his heart, he was able to seize the host's body, and it was definitely possible to take it only if the host's consciousness dissipated, after all, how could there be two consciousnesses in one body.

However, the tortoiseshell failed to erase the tattoo and took out the crescent moon in his body, which also shows that the host is not dead, which is due to the connection of the bloodline, only when the host's consciousness dissipates, the crescent can be taken out and the connection of the bloodline can be cut off, and the bloodline is impossible to lie.

"Damn, I actually feel pain, isn't Lao Tzu dead?" Qin Lang opened his eyes and hummed slowly.

"Lang'er, you're awake, you're really worried about your dead mother," said a woman dressed plainly and charmingly, stroking Qin Lang's face with tears in her eyes.

"This, what's going on? Although Lao Tzu is also a mature woman, it seems to be ......" Qin Lang thought of this, and suddenly his brain swelled, and a vague memory rushed towards his mind.

The woman looked at Qin Lang's trance-like appearance, and hurriedly held Qin Lang's hand and said worriedly, "Lang'er." What's wrong with you, Lang'er? Is there anything else uncomfortable? Don't scare your mother."

"No, no mother, I, I'm fine," Qin Lang hurriedly replied.

Mani, Lao Tzu actually crossed over!

Qin Lang realized that he was no longer on Earth, but had crossed over to this world called Xuanling Continent. He fought with the four super masters of the Ghost Gate, and finally blew up his dantian, which was completely hung up, but he didn't expect his luck to be good, and he was actually reborn. And the woman in front of him is his current body of his mother, Meng Xiyun.

Meng Xiyun looked at Qin Lang distressedly and said, "It's okay." In the future, you don't have to practice martial arts, so you don't have to be bullied by them all the time, I look at your father and you are like this, I. I'm so sad!".

"Hmm. I listen to you. Mother, can you go out first, I feel tired. I want to rest more," Qin Lang said with a smile.

"Okay, my mother won't make any trouble with you, you can sleep a little longer, my mother will give you the medicine" Meng Xiyun wiped her tears, nodded, and pulled the futon for Qin Lang before she walked out of the room, and did not forget to cover the door when she went out.

Qin Lang deliberately opened his dreams, and he wanted to sort out the chaotic memories in his mind.

An hour later, Qin Lang opened his closed eyes and sighed heavily, "The situation is much better than expected, at least Lao Tzu is still alive."

Qin Lang sorted out the memories of the original body, and knew that he had traveled through and was reborn in the body of the "Qin Lang" with the same name as himself in the Ling family in Meteorite City. As for why he was looking for this body, he may have responded to the sentence "It's already doomed".

The original "Qin Lang" was supposed to be the most outstanding cultivation genius of the eighteenth generation of the Ling family, and at the age of fifteen, he broke through the Xuanzhi level to become a low-level Xuanshi, achieving the name of the first genius of Meteorite City.

Unexpectedly, Mu Xiu and Lin Feng will destroy it!

Not long after "Qin Lang" became a Xuanshi, he was actually attacked by someone, abolished a body of meridians, and changed from the most beautiful Xuanshi to an ordinary civilian who was not even a martial artist. Since then, the name of the first day has become a waste material that even civilians are inferior.

Being in a world where martial arts are respected and martial arts is king, the Ling family, who is in the first family of Meteorite City, can't practice martial arts, and is destined to end up living a mediocre life.

However, "Qin Lang" has a strong and unyielding character, and he started practicing from scratch, but unfortunately he has returned in vain for two years. In the past two years, he has been ridiculed and ridiculed by his contemporaries of the Ling family, so he can only swallow his anger and remain unmoved.

However, two days ago, Ling Rui, the grandson of the fifth elder of the Ling family, made a provocation to "Qin Lang", and finally insulted his parents. So, he shot at Ling Rui with anger, but it was a pity that his cultivation was abolished, and how could he be the opponent of Ling Jian, a low-level mystic, and he was beaten half to death on the spot.

This is the scene of Qin Lang lying on the bed!

......

"Is the world of the strong, more to my liking!" Qin Lang said confidently with a gleam in his eyes. He climbed out of bed and touched his weak body, touched the back of his head with a fatal blow, and a large lump still didn't go away.

"Your revenge, I'll help you avenge it" Qin Lang sighed, and then began to look at the environment in the room.

The room is quite wide, but the decoration is a little leaky, in addition to a one-and-a-half-meter bed, there are a few chairs and a coffee table, the most conspicuous is the wooden stake in the corner of the wall, it is not difficult to imagine how hard the original "Qin Lang" practiced, but it is a pity that it was in vain.

The door of the "creak" room was opened, and this time it was a middle-aged man who walked in, about thirty-seven years old, with sharp edges and corners, a tall nose bridge, chaotic eyes, a set of gray robes wrapped around his body, and a wine bottle in his hand.

The middle-aged man in front of him was Qin Lang's father, Ling Zhan, who was also a wasted talent whose meridians had been destroyed. The two fathers and sons are well-known "wasted father and son" in Meteorite City.

More than ten years ago, Ling Zhan was also a rare genius in Meteorite City, although he was not as perverted as Qin Lang, but he also broke through the Xuanshi level at the age of eighteen and achieved the Xuanshi level, and at the age of twenty-five, he was already at the peak of the Xuanshi, and he could become one of the few highest hands in the Meteorite City. It's a pity that he was in a hurry, but he also ended up with a sneak attack. The situation is like the current Qin Lang, which is really intriguing.

Ling Zhan glanced at Qin Lang, took a sip of wine, and said quietly, "How do you feel?"

Qin Lang looked at the cheap father in front of him and said, "I can't die yet!"

"That's good," Ling Zhan sat on the edge of the bed. After a pause, he said, "Would you like a bite?"

Qin Lang was not polite, snatched Ling Zhan's wine bottle, raised his head and poured it, the hot and spicy taste filled the limbs of his body, making him can't help but exhale softly, "Cool!", and then poured a few more mouthfuls into his throat.

In his previous life, he drank a lot of spirits, such as burning knives, daughter red, and aging old cellars......

Ling Zhan glanced at his son with complicated eyes, and then put his gaze on the stake again. He said lightly: "The gentleman is self-improving, this is true. But it doesn't show that in our father and son."

"Dad" Qin Lang called out jerkyly, and a resonant emotion surged up. The ostracism, ridicule, and ridicule he had received in the past two years came to his mind, and it seemed that he had also seen what his father had suffered from himself when he was young.

"Wealth is up to the sky, prodigal. Stop pushing yourself. Your hard work is in your eyes. Dad won't blame you," Ling Zhan said in a helpless and mournful tone. He was so high-spirited back then, he was almost appointed as the next generation of patriarchs, but unfortunately the situation changed abruptly. Overnight, he became a useless waste. Originally, he saw his son rising and saw a shadow stronger than himself, and he felt very comforted, but when history repeated itself again, let his son suffer the same blow as him, and he had unspeakable pain and pain in his heart!

Qin Lang didn't respond, but his eyes gradually became clouded with mist. He could feel Meng Xiyun's sincere care for him, and he could also feel Ling Zhan's silent care.

"What are you father and son talking about, Lang'er, my mother boiled medicine for you, hurry up and drink it" Meng Xiyun walked in with a bowl of black potion and said. Then, when she saw Qin Lang's strange appearance, she asked nervously, "Lang'er, why are you crying, is it that your father scolded you for being lazy again?" After saying that, Meng Xiyun glared at Ling Zhan angrily.

"I didn't ...... Mother, I'm just, just rubbing some sand, quickly bring the medicine, I want to drink the medicine" Qin Lang hurriedly covered up and said. He hadn't cried since he was sensible in his previous life, but he heard his family say that he loved to laugh since he was a child, so he named it "Laugh", and now he almost cried, letting people know that it was not a shame to lose face and throw home, so he would not admit it if he was killed.

After drinking the medicine, Ling Zhan and Meng Xiyun exited the house.

Qin Lang felt that his head was still painful, so he fell asleep.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and Qin Lang barely left the door for half a step, just sorting out the fragments of his memories and letting himself adapt to his new identity.

At the same time, he also checked his body and found that the twelve canons on his body were all broken, no wonder he had been practicing penance for two years but found nothing.

However, at this time, Qin Lang was not angry, he was a super martial arts master in his previous life, and his strongest housekeeping skills were the cloud palm of the gods, the wind god Nie Feng's wind god legs, and Qin Shuang's Tianshuang fist. If he had been allowed to practice for another year at that time, cultivate the three-point return to the vitality, and learn the first-form "broken jade and gold" of the three-point divine finger, then even in the face of the four super masters of the ghost sect, he would not have to use the method of self-destructing dantian and ending up together.

Fortunately, Qin Lang carried all the memories of his previous life, and he had already put the Cloud Palm, Fengshen Legs, and Tianshuang Fist in his heart...... When these martial arts methods are memorized, and they will still use many moves, it's just that now this weak body can't exert the true power of those moves.

Among these martial arts, Qin Lang's favorite is the wind god legs, every move is so handsome, with the wind god legs, he has attracted the hearts of many senior sisters and sisters of various sects, which is also something he has always been proud of.

To gain a firm foothold in this world where the strong survive, it is necessary to have strong strength as a reliance, otherwise you will become the target of bullying and ridicule by others.

"The Twelve Canons have been abolished, and only by re-washing the marrow, breaking through, and sorting out the meridians can we cultivate again, but what is cultivated here is not called internal strength, but Xuanqi, but I don't know what the difference is between the two, let me try if the three-point return to the Yuan Qi can really have the effect of the Shaolin Temple Purifying the Essence Sutra?" Qin Lang thought in his heart, and at the same time planned to cultivate the three-point return to the Yuan Qi that he had not learned in his previous life, to see if he could make this remnant body regain his cultivation.

Three points of return to the vitality is created by the three unique old people, Na Tianshuang boxing, Pai Yun palm, Fengshen legs, and called the fist, palm and leg three in one, and then take one point of each of the three unique into the internal force called three points of return.

Back then, Xiongba shocked the world with his Tianshuang Fist, Pai Yun Palm and Fengshen Legs, and even used the three-point return vitality and three-point divine finger to deal with Fengyun. It's even more powerful. If the mudless Bodhisattva criticizes "success is also stormy, defeat is also stormy", I am afraid that the prestige of the male tyrant is better than the nameless sword god of a generation.

In order to learn to return to the vitality of three points, you must first know the three internal strength devouring methods such as Heavenly Frost Qi, Cloud Draining Strength, and Wind Divine Skill, and then take one of them to practice, so that the three internal forces are separated together to become a new type of domineering internal strength.

The three-point return vitality is divided into nine layers, and each time the internal force breaks through one layer, it will go up to the next floor. And it is several times deeper than the internal force of other internal forces. I think that back then, Xiongba could dominate the world by only breaking through the seventh layer, and the power can be seen.

Qin Lang recalled the records of ancient books that there was a sentence that said that three points of return to vitality can wash the marrow meridians, which is similar to the marrow washing meridians of Shaolin Temple. I just don't know if there really is such a power to save zài.

Qin Lang made up his mind. Turn it to the best. Gradually, his attention was concentrated, his mind was held to one, and his mind first silently recited the oral decision of Tianshuangqi. After a while, it turned to the cloud expulsion energy, followed by the wind god gong, and after the three internal forces were repeated and silently recited several times, and then they began to breathe in with the method of meditation in their previous life.

After meditating for more than an hour, Qin Lang slowly became a little impatient, because he couldn't sense any internal force flowing.

Theoretically speaking, everyone has the ability to have internal strength, but each person's Tianbin is different, and the harvest of cultivation is also different. What makes Qin Lang anxious now is that even if the Twelve Positive Veins are abolished and become ordinary people, it is impossible not to sense half of the internal force!

Just when Qin Lang was about to give up, a trace of heat began to surge slightly in the spring points of his feet.

Qin Lang was overjoyed, and then reined in his mind again, and his spirit was concentrated again to speed up the operation of three points of vitality.

The heat flow under the Yongquan cave changed from a slight heat at the beginning to a warm and coaxing heat flow, and began to surge from the bottom to the top, like a stream flowing slowly, making Qin Lang's body and mind feel refreshed.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and the heat flow lasted only a minute, and then it could no longer flow upwards.

No matter how hard Qin Lang tried, he couldn't take a step further.

Qin Lang was no longer reluctant, exhaled lightly, showed a happy smile and said to himself, "It seems that there is really a play, but I don't know what the effect will be, I hope you don't disappoint me!"

Then, Qin Lang jumped out of bed, shook his feet, and found that the strength of his legs seemed to have become stronger, and said, "As long as you accumulate enough internal strength, it is not a problem to break through the first meridian, and if you continue to cultivate like this, it should only be a matter of time before you get through the twelve canons, it's really endless!"

Tong Guò meditated and cultivated for the first time, knowing that the three-point return to the vitality could indeed get through the abolished twelve canons, and he was ecstatic in his heart, and at the same time he was thinking, if he successfully washed the marrow, let his cheap father also cultivate the three-point return to the vitality, it should also allow him to re-cultivate the Xuan power, right?

I'm afraid I'll have to wait until I'm really successful before I make a conclusion!

Then, two more days passed.

In the past two days, in addition to taking care of Qin Lang's daily life and food, Meng Xiyun will also spend an hour or two chatting with him. Qin Lang felt more and more fond of this careful and considerate mother. Ling Zhan also came to see his son every day, but he didn't talk much, but the two of them drank a lot of wine, looking at his haggard, decadent, and self-defeating father, Qin Lang almost couldn't help but pass on the three points of vitality to him, but he still restrained his impulse.

That night, Qin Lang meditated as usual, and after two days of accumulation, Qin Lang was already sure to open the first meridian.

The three internal energies kept transforming and separating, and the heat kept surging up from the Yongquan Acupoint, and the heat emitted made wisps of white smoke rise behind Qin Lang, making him look a little ethereal.

After half an hour of saving, the heat streams converged together, turning into a thick and turbulent and rapid heat flow, roaring, and rushing towards the long-closed pass above.

"Ah" Qin Lang screamed, the sweat of the bean dripping from his resolute face, the pain in his heart made him feel painful.

The first time, he failed to rush through the level, but the pain like a cone stabbed made it difficult for him to endure.

"Damn, Lao Tzu doesn't believe that he can't even get through the first meridian" Qin Lang scolded, strengthened his belief, flipped his palms, swallowed faster, the heat flow condensed again, and the roaring and surging heat wave rushed up again.

"Boom".

"Ahh

Second failure!

"Boom".

"Ahh

Third failure!

Until the eighth time, Qin Lang's thick lips had bitten out blood, and his face was extremely pale, but there was an unyielding look on his delicate face.

Eighth shock.

"Boom".

"Click".

The river-like heat wave finally broke out of the restraints, separated countless small heat flows, and began to spread towards the whole body, and after a full two minutes, the heat flow stopped, and it should have encountered a second obstructive meridian.

At this moment, Qin Lang's naked body was already covered with fine sweat, as if he had been steamed just now, and his whole body was faintly glowing with red light.

Qin Lang jumped out of bed, squinting his eyes, feeling the comfort of Noji Taitai. He opened his eyes and looked at his clenched fists, those peach blossom eyes were shining with spirit, and the whole person looked more energetic than before.

"Haha, it's finally successful" Qin Lang wiped a handful of sweat and laughed, his face was full of joy, just like the feeling he felt when he first cultivated his internal strength in his previous life, this feeling really can't be expressed in words.

"If this continues, we should be able to repair all the twelve positive veins in less than three months," Qin Lang muttered to himself.

At this moment, there was a knock on ......the door.

"Lang'er, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?" came the concerned words of my mother's mother Meng Xiyun outside the door.

Qin Lang was heartbroken for a while, didn't bother to put on his clothes, walked over and opened the door, and said to Meng Xiyun, who looked worried, "Mother, I'm fine."

Meng Xiyun looked her son up and down, and didn't seem to see anything unusual, but felt that her son was pitifully thin, touched her son's chest and said, "Lang'er, see that you are so thin, tomorrow my mother will be enshrined, and I will buy you something good to make up for your body."

Qin Lang was touched by Meng Xiyun's fingertips, his body trembled slightly, contracted back, and said with a shy smile, "Mother, men and women don't kiss ......."

"Poof" Meng Xiyun covered her lips lightly and smiled, "You child, you were born by your mother, and your mother has not touched it, okay, see that you are sweaty, go wash and go to bed early."

"It's Mother, you also rest early" Qin Lang nodded.

Meng Xiyun glanced at her son with strange eyes, full of doubts: Could it be that my son has opened his mind? I haven't seen Lang'er smile since that incident two years ago, and he seems to be sensible a lot, forget it, as long as my son is safe and sound, I won't ask for him. Then he turned and walked away.

Qin Lang looked at his departing mother and secretly said in his heart, "Mother...... Wait, your good days are not far off".

There was no word all night, and the East became white!

In the courtyard of more than 100 square meters, there are a few trees planted, and some potted flowers that have just bloomed, and there is a stone table and a few stone chairs nearby.

Qin Lang was dressed in simple clothes and was starting his first day of martial arts training in the courtyard.

In his previous life, he had already practiced all the moves of the Cloud Palm, Fengshen Step and Tianshuang Fist to the fullest, and now he just had to reuse them, which was not difficult according to theory. It's a pity that his body is too weak now, so Qin Lang is not in a hurry, but chooses to practice the famous footwork "Cloud Shadow Phantom".

"Cloud Shadow Phantom", like a ghostly afterimage, like a virtual cloud shuttle, unhindered but elusive in the crowd.

Although Qin Lang has now opened up a meridian and has a meager internal force, it is enough to support him to use this set of escape steps first.

Now he is similar to an ordinary person, of course, he has to learn the kung fu of escaping first, in case he is bullied again, he can still escape if he can't beat him!

According to the comprehension of his previous life, Qin Lang closed his eyes and feet and walked in some mysterious directions. At first, I just felt that there was nothing out of the ordinary, but when I looked at it, I found that this footwork was a bit strange, and if I looked closely, it was amazing. I saw that Qin Lang's steps at random were very large, as if he could take nearly two meters in one step, the speed was extremely fast, and the whole person looked smart and elegant. (To be continued......)