Father's words made Han Chuang feel empowered, **The reason why the martial soul is powerful is that it is invisible, and it is an attack that directly points to the heart; if you encounter someone with a weak heart, you will definitely be able to complete it in one battle, but if the enemy is strong in the heart and is integrated, it is impossible to say that you will be controlled by it.

Han Chuang secretly thought: "That day in Yue Helou, I was fascinated by Lin Jiangxue's demeanor, and there was a flaw in my heart, so I was invaded by her for a moment, if I can calm down, ** martial soul can't do anything about me." ”

He subconsciously shook his head, and thought: "No, no, that day was certainly because of my fluctuating mind, but she didn't do her best, if she urged the martial soul with all her might, the result is still unknown." ”

At this moment, in front of Han Chuang was an open door, and on the opposite side was a bright and glorious world, but he lingered at the door and hesitated.

Bitterness welled up in his heart, like a glass of poisonous wine mixed with frustration, intoxicating Han Chuang's heart, and in front of him, Lin Jiangxue's shadow appeared - smiling, but Sen Ran, hidden under the smile, was so unsettling.

In a trance, the night breeze blew on her face, and Lin Jiangxue's shadow rippled and disappeared without a trace.

Han Chuang came back to his senses and whispered: "In the five fists of Yijin, the tiger, snake, and King Kong focus on training the body, while the dragon fist and the crane fist focus on the cultivation of the spirit and spirit, among which the dragon fist is even more so, why don't I try to temper my heart with the dragon fist and see how the effect is." ”

Han Chuang is an impatient person, as soon as his mind arrives, he will act, there is a vacant lot in the back garden of the Han family, and in the dead of night at this moment, no one will peep, it is the best time to practice.

He walked to the center of the clearing, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and rehearsed the Dragon Fist move in his mind. Purple whirlpools appeared behind him, slowly spinning, and the agitated air currents swept away the fallen leaves attached to the ground and swirled around Han Chuang's body, forming a three-dimensional aesthetic pattern.

――The speed is not fast, but it faintly gives people a strange feeling, as if these leaves floating in the air are merging with Han Chuang.

Feel the pulse of plants, the rhythm of the wind, the rise and fall of water vapor, the change of temperature, all kinds of feelings will enhance the practitioner's comprehension of boxing.

But this state of integration with nature is hard to come by, even the founder of boxing, he only put forward its concept, and did not have the opportunity to put it into practice, but he didn't want to today, Han Chuang actually entered this state.

With the help of subtle abilities, Han Chuang's insight into himself and the surrounding environment is already beyond that of martial artists of the same level, and he is practicing the boxing technique that is most in line with nature in his mind, so it is not surprising that he has entered this state.

Han Chuang obviously didn't understand this, he was practicing the dragon fist over and over again: double dragons playing with pearls, don't use hidden dragons, and dragon tails......

One move at a time, an indescribable sense of pleasure came to my heart.

Han Chuang remembered that there was such a sentence in Mr. Jin Yong's Tianlong Babu: The way of martial arts is no different from the qin, chess, poetry and painting, as well as Buddhism, Yili and other wonderful kung fu knowledge, the more you study, the more interesting you are.

At this moment, he was obsessed with the mysteries of the dragon fist, and only felt that all the movements and all the mudras were extremely mysterious, and he was really addicted to them as Mr. Jin Yong said.

The meaning of comfort was condensed in his chest, and he couldn't help but get up and practice: still slightly closed his eyes, as if in a dream, his body moved according to the mudra of the dragon fist, his arms were lightly relaxed, and his feet stepped on the gossip, up and down, before and after, erratic;

In the forest in the distance, Han Dongshan stood with his hands in his hands, looking at Han Chuang, who was practicing dragon fist.

When the purple vortex appeared, a moment of surprise flashed in his eyes, but soon the surprise turned into a smile, and he muttered to himself: "I didn't expect this kid to hide so deeply, the vortex martial spirit? What is that? The aura in the courtyard is all gathered in that direction, is it because of the mysterious fist technique, or is it the martial spirit?"

Han Dongshan subconsciously held up his chin, even if he was as powerful as him, he couldn't see the effect of Han Chuang's martial soul, after all, the devouring martial soul had never appeared on the Shenzhou Continent.

"No matter what, it's a happy event, and this boxing method, I really didn't expect that a small eight-rank sect of the Qingzhu Sect also has such a mysterious boxing technique" He shook his head with a smile, turned around, and disappeared into the shadows.

Han Chuang was immersed in the mysteries of the Dragon Fist, and he didn't realize the existence of Han Dongshan, and the drills over and over again made his qi and blood relax and his meridians happy.

Between the two fists, a hidden sonic boom burst out, like wind and thunder. The method of dragon fist lies in the harmony of Zhengqi and Qi, Han Chuang has the ability to be subtle, and learning any martial arts can get twice the result with half the effort.

But seeing that between his fists, there was a hidden dragon pattern emerging, his beard was slightly open, and his eyebrows were full of anger, so he was not mighty.

This is the case on the outside, and even more so on the inside, under the effect of devouring the martial soul, the heaven and earth vitality continuously converges to Han Chuang's side, is absorbed by the martial soul, and turns into the purest energy to make up for itself.

Han Chuang could clearly feel that the reinforcement of his own meridians and bones, not only that, but even the ethereal spiritual sense had become condensed.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and secretly thought to himself: "This dragon fist really has a miraculous effect in tempering consciousness, I only practiced it a few times and I felt that my mind was clear, and my chest was calm, as if I had even reached my thoughts, but it was a pity that such a profound martial art was hidden deep in the martial arts pavilion, and no one picked it up, it was really a violent thing." ”

In fact, the world's martial arts are not as subtle as possible, sometimes, simple martial arts, as long as they perfectly match the martial soul, can still play a huge role;

So don't look at the effect of this boxing technique is so significant, if you change to a reckless martial artist, you can't comprehend the mystery no matter what.

At this time, Han Chuang was not yet aware of the existence of such a thing as the Sea of Consciousness, but unconsciously, he had broadened the Sea of Consciousness, and the foundation laid at this moment would be of infinite use to him throughout his life.

However, at this time, he only felt that his qi and blood were circulating, his body and mind were comfortable, and his spirit had also risen a lot, and his cultivation had unconsciously come to the Great Perfection of Replenishment, and his body and mind had been greatly satisfied.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a flute sound in the dense forest in the distance, the sound was clear and thin, intermittent, like a gossamer floating in the air.

At first, Han Chuang still felt that this voice was pleasant to the ear, but not long after, the sound of the flute became louder, from far to near, high and low, tactfully mourning, just like a woman in her ears, sometimes moaning, sometimes sighing.

During this period, the graceful and soft words, delicate and gentle, made Han Chuang listen to it, and he couldn't help but blush, and the true qi of the whole body jumped with the music, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, hitting the meridians uncontrollably.

"Oops!

He reacted suddenly, hurriedly held his breath and concentrated, against the sound of the flute, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and quickly pinched his handprints in front of his chest with both hands.

This is the method of tempering the spirit in the dragon fist, like the mudra of Buddhism, which can play a role in concentrating and calming the mind, practicing to a high and deep level, let you storm and rain, the mountain collapses and the ground cracks, and the face does not change color at all.

Although Han Chuang hadn't practiced to such a high level, the Devouring Martial Spirit appeared behind him, and the purple vortex twisted, absorbing some sound waves, and also helped him share a lot of pressure.

At this moment, the sound of the flute changed sharply again, the original beautiful and soft, fresh and refined tone became a naked teasing, the sound of the warbler was endless, and the sound waves expanded almost visibly to the naked eye.

Strange to say, that's it, the Han family still didn't react, as if this flute sound was specially designed for Han Chuang.

Han Chuang's brows furrowed slightly, and the rhythm of his hands became more and more urgent, only to see a multicolored dragon shadow appear in front of him, surrounding his body, separating the sound waves.

Vaporizing the dragon is an extremely high realm in the Dragon Fist, and Han Chuang could not use it originally, but under the stimulation of Xiao Sheng, his comprehension of the Dragon Fist deepened to another level.

With the golden dragon body protection, Han Chuang also seemed to be at ease under the sonic attack of the flute. The corners of his eyebrows were slightly raised, he opened his eyes, and said with a loud smile: "Whoever is visiting, why don't you come out to meet!"

The sound went down the wind, and the sound of the flute was suppressed, and the sound stopped abruptly. After a moment of silence, Han Chuang keenly heard a "rustling" sound coming from the forest, and then, a familiar hearty laugh came:

"It seems that you have already thought of a way to deal with the ** martial spirit. ”

The figure rushed out of the forest, and as soon as the voice arrived, the person had already arrived in front of Han Chuang.

Han Chuang stood up, looked at it fixedly, and couldn't help but feel angry, "Father, father, why are you?" He originally thought that the person who came would be the enemy of the Han family, but he didn't expect it to be his father, Han Dongshan.

Han Dongshan, holding the jade flute in his hand, stood in front of Han Chuang with a smile and didn't see any embarrassment.

He glanced at Dongtian, who was about to turn white, and said with a smile: "My flute sound just now should be similar to Lin Jiangxue's ** martial soul effect, you can stay clear in this kind of flute sound, and you will definitely not be afraid of her martial soul**." ”

He paused, his gaze moved to Han Chuang, and sighed: "I didn't expect that in just one night, you found a way to crack the ** martial spirit, it's really terrifying!"

Han Chuang smiled awkwardly and replied, "It's nothing, it's just that I happened to get a spiritual tempering technique in the Qingzhu Sect, but I didn't expect it to come in handy here." ”

Han Dongshan said: "Is it that you just pinched out that set of mudras? It is indeed exquisite, although it is a technique for the replenishment period, but if it is properly transported, it does not belong to other high-level martial arts." Eyewaves glanced at Han Chuang, and Han Dongshan said again: "Okay, you should also tell the truth." ”

Han Chuang was shocked, and said secretly: "Could it be that the matter of crossing has been discovered?" and then shook his head, he asked himself if the ex who played him was vivid, even Liu Qingfu and Liu Hengbo didn't see it, let alone their father who hadn't seen him for ten years.

He froze and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Han Dongshan laughed and said, "I saw it just now, the purple vortex that appeared behind you when you were practicing, if I am not mistaken, it is your martial soul." Saying that, Han Dongshan shook his head, "I didn't expect that the entire sect of the Qingzhu Sect was deceived by you, but this is fine, you are a natural talent, if the martial soul is too good, you will be jealous of the traitor." ”

Hearing this, Han Chuang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Father is wrong, the matter of the martial soul was only activated recently," he smiled bitterly and said, "If there is no broken intestine grass, I am afraid that I will still be a waste who cannot condense the martial soul." ”

"What!Broken Intestine Grass?!" Han Dongshan was shocked, and a burst of murderous intent naturally floated on his body, "How did Liu Hengbo do it, why did he let you take the Broken Intestine Grass!"

Han Chuang was shocked, and said secretly: "Just now, my father's strength is definitely above the master, but why does he hide his strength?" ”

Han Dongshan just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Han Chuang, he stared into the eyes of the middle-aged man in front of him, and said word by word: "Father, I don't like to be a waste person who can't condense martial spirits for the rest of my life. ”

The quiet night is like water, and only the "rustling" sound of the breeze blowing through the trees echoes in my ears. Han Dongshan's expression changed from shock, to anger, and finally showed a smile of relief.

He stared at Han Chuang's eyes, firmly grasped his gaze, and said in a calm and trembling voice, "I understand you, if it were me, I would do the same thing,"

His tone changed and became serious: "But I hope that is the last time you put yourself in danger, no matter what, you have to remember that in this world, there are still many people you need to cherish." ”

Han Chuang stared at his father's trembling eyes and nodded silently, he clearly saw the tears in his trembling eyes, as if they were still carrying his father's body temperature.

"I know, not next time. Han Chuang said with a smile, his eyes were also full of tears with body temperature.