Under the bleak autumn wind, a thick layer of yellow leaves fell on the green mountain path, and the autumn wind blew through the branches that seemed a little depressed, and Yang Fan came to the tomb where Yang Xinlan was buried in the early morning.

After cleaning up the grave covered with fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, Yang Fan took out a simple book from the spirit ring, which was a mysterious technique he had asked for from Elder Chen.

Xuanji is divided into five levels: heaven, earth, Xuan, Yellow, and ordinary Xuanji, each level is divided into upper, middle and lower grades, the higher the level, the better the explosive ability of Xuanji.

And the Xuan Technique that Yang Fan asked for from Elder Chen Tai was now the most advanced of the Qi Sect Xuan Technique, a yellow-level high-grade Xuan Technique called Dark Palm.

Compared with those wealthy children in Ningyang City, this level of mystic skills is just a roadside stall that can be discarded casually, and this is also the case.

However, such a mysterious technique was taken away by Yang Fan's grandfather Yang Yihe when he fled from Divine Tree City, desperately in danger of injury.

Back then, during the heyday of Qimen, the first gate of the Eastern Xuan Continent was respected as the head of ten thousand gates, the ancestor of a thousand sects, and there were many yellow-level mystical techniques, and there were no less than dozens of mystical techniques at the Guangtian level, and there were thousands and hundreds of earth-level techniques, not to mention the Xuan-level.

In contrast, the current Qimen can't even take out a Xuan-level Xuanji, and it is not difficult to see that the current Qimen has really fallen to the brink of extinction, and it also shows a problem, how difficult it is to recover Qimen.

Yang Fan didn't think about it so much, no matter how difficult the road ahead was, those hatreds, those things, he should face them!

And among the eight Tibetan techniques that Yang Fan practiced, there are also many powerful exercises, among which the eight doors and three forbidden techniques are the most, followed by the eight trigrams that Yang Fan is practicing now, and those eight doors and three forbidden techniques are certainly very powerful.

But the prerequisite for using the three-door forbidden technique is to open the eight doors before it can be used, and more importantly, the three-door forbidden technique is a forbidden technique that will be used to death, generally speaking, even if the eight doors are opened, it will not be used easily until the point of fighting against the water.

And other techniques, not to mention, the eight palaces and sixty-four palms, are too complicated, and the actual combat value is not as good as the Baguazhang, the yin and yang palms are soft, compared to the rigidity of this world, if Yang Fan's physical strength does not reach a fairly high level, I don't know if I can tickle people.

Therefore, only the Baguazhang is rigid and soft, which is the most suitable, Yang Fan only chose Baguazhang, if he waits for all the eight doors to be opened, Yang Fan may consider cultivating the eight doors and three forbidden techniques.

As for the rest, he didn't think about it at all, and now that he can cultivate Xuan Qi, then he can even more find suitable exercises in this world, after all, Xuan Qi is also a part of strength.

For a person who is eager for strength, it is naturally Han Xin who points soldiers, the more the merrier!

"Yellow level is yellow level, it's better than nothing!"

Yang Fan thought secretly in his heart, and began to look at this mysterious technique called Dark Palm, Yang Fan looked at it very seriously, basically ten lines at a glance, and never forgot it.

In the past ten years, although Yang Fan has not practiced the mystical techniques of this world, he has read a lot of books on cultivating mystical techniques and exercises in Qimen, the cultivation experience of those predecessors, and so on.

Therefore, he is not a novice who does not understand the occult techniques and exercises at all, but a person who is extremely familiar with the occult techniques and exercises, but he has not been able to cultivate them all along.

Even if he had seen those incomprehensible places in the book before, since he was able to cultivate Xuan Qi, those problems were naturally solved head-on, and this was the accumulation of time and thin hair.

After reading it, Yang Fan has already seen through the essentials, this mysterious technique called the Dark Palm is mainly to test a mystery's mastery of the Xuan Qi, although it is called the Dark Palm.

In fact, it is divided into two layers, one is bright, one is dark, light is supplementary, dark is the main, hence the name dark palm, this set of palm is very similar to Yang Fan's Bagua palm.

Therefore, it is not difficult for Yang Fan to comprehend the essentials of this set of secret palms, and after collecting this mysterious technique, Yang Fan came to a clearing.

According to the records in the books, the palm hit by the dark palm seems to be extremely strong, but the damage to the enemy's external appearance is very small, mainly relying on the dark energy.

If you slap it down, there may be no obvious damage on the victim's body, but it may be broken inside, and the flesh and blood may bloom, which is very valuable for actual combat!

"I don't know how much power I can play now. Thinking secretly in his heart, Yang Fan raised his hand to run the Xuan Qi, poured it into his hand, and slapped it towards the dead grass on the ground.

His palms were surrounded by Xuan Qi, and he looked fierce and abnormal, but after he hit it, the dead grass on the ground just shook with the strong wind......

"That's not going to happen!" Yang Fan looked bitterly in his heart at where the withered grass as fine as silk hair was shaken three times, and it was still standing.

Although Yang Fan knew that this was the first time he had learned the mystical technique, he believed that with his more than ten years of accumulation, so much experience of the ancestors, so many explanations and introductions to the occult technique, he could practice it in three or five days!

But now it seems that without painstaking practice, it is difficult to have unexpected results, Yang Fan sighed secretly in his heart, and said in his heart: "Sure enough, practice is better than theory, let's take it slowly." ”

Yang Fan was not discouraged, at least in terms of theory, he was already a lot ahead of countless mysteries, but he lacked practical experience!

So, Yang Fan found a relatively thick tree, if you want to practice palms, you have to endure hardships first, Yang Fan started to play palm by palm through a small space.

Frightened some strange beasts in the forest to flee in all directions, from morning to sunset, Yang Fan had nine Xuan Dan in his body, and the Xuan Qi was endless, and he fought like this for a day without stopping.

Sweat soaked his strong clothes, his silk hair became very thick and sticky, and even his hands were rubbed out of blood blisters because of the constant friction with Xuan Qi, which was worn out again, and became flesh and blood.

The ten fingers are even more bloody and blurry, faintly revealing the white phalanges, the ten fingers are connected to the heart, how painful it is, except for Yang Fan himself, no one knows.

But regardless of the injuries on his hands, Yang Fan just stood calmly in front of the tree, with a resolute expression, his hands were broken, and his bones were exposed, he just gritted his teeth and never gave up.

Until that sunset, Yang Fan didn't have a piece of good meat on his palms at all, and the blood-spattered trunk was vividly visible, but Yang Fan just took out the medicine from the spirit ring and simply sprinkled some and wrapped it slightly with a bandage.

It's not that he doesn't have time to bandage his wounds, it's not that he won't deal with his wounds, it's just that even if he heals his wounds today, there will still be new injuries tomorrow, and besides, such injuries are also conducive to his physical cultivation, so he didn't open the door to recover!

The physical technique itself is like this, the test of physical fitness is very strict, there is no hard work, no bloodshed, how to defeat the opponent, this is the physical technique!

After bandaging the wound, he glanced at the place where Yang Xinlan was buried, said goodbye to his sister, put on his cloak, and went down the mountain.

These days, Yang Fan has been going to the mountain peak to practice his palms very early, and as for Xiao Su'er, he follows Tang Sanfat and a few of them to Ningyang City to play every day, and Yang Fan has nothing to worry about.

Yang Beiyi and Elder Chen's injuries have almost completely recovered, and they have also begun to cultivate, everything is so thriving!

On the mountain peak, the boy and the tomb looked at each other, they seemed to have returned to the Flying Dragon Valley, and the two sisters and brothers practiced palms together and practiced mystical skills, but this time there was something different.

Yang Fan was practicing, and Yang Xinlan was lying there watching......

And not far from the bank of the Xuanjiang River in Daming, there is a place with many attics, like a small town, but not like a small town, but like a small family.

Because Chen Qianfu was injured and walked very slowly, Lord An did not urge, rested while walking, and walked slowly back here with her very patiently, standing in front of those lined attics, Chen Qianfu was stunned.

Her eyes showed a look of reminiscence, that year, the enemy family came to the door and burned the Chen family, at that time, the Chen family was not in the backing town, it was on the bank of the Xuanjiang River in the Ming Dynasty, the place where the ancestors felt the passing water and slaughtered the dragon.

It was the attic in front of her, she didn't know why, but the strange attic gave her a very familiar feeling, and gave her a warm feeling of home.

"What's the name of this place?" Chen Qianfu looked at the strange and familiar place, and couldn't remember what the name of this place was in her mind.

"The head of the Ming Xuanjiang River, Ming Xuanyuan!"

Ming Xuan Yuan?

Chen Qianfu didn't know what to feel sad in her heart, and couldn't help but take a small step back, this is Mingxuanyuan, the Mingxuanyuan where the Chen family was located back then, the same name, the same Mingxuanyuan.

The familiar name, the familiar attic, and the familiar scenery in her memory made Chen Qianfu's nose sour, her eyes couldn't help but moisten, and her red eyes looked at Lord An like a layer of fog.

"What's your name?"

"They all call me Lord Ann. Master An under the silver mask, the eyes that were blurry in the dark, seemed to be a little red and looked at Chen Qianfu.

"I'm asking what your real name is!" Chen Qianfu asked again.

"My real name has been forgotten many years ago, and I only know that my father always liked to call me Xiao An. Lord Ann smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned his gaze to the attics in the distance.

"I just remember that many years ago, there was a group of people who set a fire here and burned down this land, and I had no home. ”

"When the fire was over, I was still alive, but I missed home, I missed my father and mother, I missed my sister, so I built a new home here, and I was waiting for them to come back. ”

"However, after so many years, my home has been built a long time ago, but they have not come back, or even come back to take a look, I really miss them, I am really lonely!"

"You're Xiao An!" Chen Qianfu bit her red lip, and the tears that she had been holding back for a long time finally fell, that year, she and her father thought that her brother was dead......

"I'm not called Xiao An, just call me Lord An. After saying that, Master An ignored Chen Qianfu and walked towards the small attic, and when he turned his back to Chen Qianfu, the tears in his eyes also fell.

Over the years, he was looking for his father, mother, and sister, and never gave up, but later learned that his mother died in the fire that year, and his father and sister fled to Gushan Town and lived in seclusion.

Therefore, he knew that his father and sister were doing well and were very happy now, so that he would be content, and he could rest assured that he could go to find the enemies who had put that fire here.

He called himself Lord An, he was not surnamed Chen, he was a ghost from the fire, and he swore that he would kill those who ruined his family to collect his debts!

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