The head is not only to think about problems and direct the limbs of the body to carry out various activities; It is also the place where the soul of God rests; The construction is incomparably complex. The slightest carelessness and slight injuries may cause immeasurable serious consequences.

Whether it is a martial artist or a monk, when the exercises they practice involve running to the head, they will become cautious, for fear that one carelessness will damage a small and inconspicuous nerve and cause a chain reaction. Minor injuries can be inflicted; At worst, the soul is worn out, and even if you don't die, you will become demented.

Yang Ning's Mixed Yuan Soul Swallowing Technique was mysterious, and the aura circulating in his body miraculously avoided all the hazards in his head. With the help of the mystery of heaven and earth, an invisible, spiritual aura continued to circulate around his head.

"Boom!"

When it turned to the thirty-sixth circle, Yang Ning suddenly heard a roar like a thunderclap in his mind, and that breath instantly broke through the Baihui acupoint above his head and penetrated the meridians of his head in one fell swoop, so that all the meridians in his body could be fully penetrated, fused and linked together, forming a great cycle of heaven and earth.

In an instant, a majestic momentum burst out from Yang Ning's body uncontrollably. Everything in his vicinity was crushed by a majestic force, and the chair he sat on was suddenly crushed into several pieces by this momentum; The table in front of him was also affected by this momentum, and it flew and slammed into the wall, shattering into a tattered table; Fragments of teacups and teapots were scattered all over the ground.

I really don't know, is this caused by the Mixed Yuan Spirit Devouring Technique he cultivated? Or is it his own bad luck?

However, none of this matters anymore. The important thing is that from today onwards, Yang Ning has officially embarked on the path of cultivation. Shou Yuan doubled to 200 years old. Although it can just induce qi into the body, it is considered to be a mortal level. However, a few years ago, the lumps of soil in the dantian were able to absorb spiritual power from the mineral materials and transform his body. The spiritual power in the body is incomparably thicker, countless times purer than that of a monk who has just entered the mortal rank, and the comprehensive strength is comparable to the strength of a seventh-level monk of the mortal grade.

Fortunately, it was an independent hut, and although the movement caused in the house did not attract the attention of the other hut occupants, it still affected Yang An's rest and woke him up from his sleep.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Yang An was stunned by the scene in front of him, if he hadn't told himself intellectually that they lived in the camp of the forging office, it would be impossible for a robber to enter the house and steal, otherwise, he would really think that the house had been burglarized!

In the darkness, I faintly saw a faint rainbow light flashing within a radius of about a foot beside Yang Ning, although it was not clear, but Yang Ning's appearance could barely be seen. I saw that Yang Ning's eyes were closed at this time, his breathing was small and long, and there was a bright light all over his body. Yang An wanted to take a few steps closer to see clearly, but when he was four feet close to Yang Ning, he could no longer take a step forward, as if there was an invisible transparent wall blocking in front of him, making it impossible for him to pass through.

"Induction of air into the body!"

All kinds of phenomena made Yang An suddenly realize what was happening to his father now, although he smiled bitterly at the tables and chairs in the room, he couldn't help but feel happy for his father again.

The destruction of tables and chairs is just a trivial matter, and it is good to replace it with a new set the next day.

However, what happened tonight had an incomparably important impact on Yang Ning: the spiritual power broke through a limit, and it was originally possible to barely sense a range of about one zhang with all his might, but now it can easily sense a range of one zhang and five, and this is not a limit, as the more spiritual power is introduced into the body, the range that can be sensed will also increase.

There is also something special, that is, before the qi can be drawn into the body, the attribute spiritual power that can be sensed is jerky and sluggish, and will only be quietly suspended in the air; And now I obviously feel that it is different, and every attribute of spiritual power is like a naughty little elf of different colors, jumping and beating in a very small space, full of agility.

Yang Ning's body didn't seem to show a physique of any kind of attribute, and the spiritual power of all attributes in the air surged through the pores of his whole body like a flying swallow returning to its nest under the operation of the Mixed Yuan Swallowing Spirit Technique, pouring into his body and converging into the dantian. The spiritual power gathered into the dantian is like a long river of spiritual power, under the traction of the dantian pimples, rushing down, and all of them are injected into the pimples.

The long river of spiritual power gathered from the surrounding space and poured into the lumps, but the lumps did not change at all. All spiritual power, those who come do not refuse. The fist-sized lump of earth was like a small world, and no matter how much spiritual power was infused, it couldn't fill it.

The next moment, a stream of spiritual power that was pure to the extreme, like a clear spring, erupted from the lumps, quickly swam along the meridians of the whole body, and finally returned to the lumps.

With such a simple walk, Yang Ning's meridians were broadened by one point. After the soil pimple spewed out pure spiritual power for the forty-ninth time, the meridians of Yang Ning's whole body were doubled. At this time, the sky outside the house gradually began to brighten, the Mixed Yuan Spirit Devouring Technique had stopped working, and Yang Ning, who had fallen into deep cultivation, slowly woke up and unconsciously spent a night of cultivation.

"Hey, An'er, why did you sleep in the living room? Why not sleep in your own room? You're not afraid of catching a cold. Also, what's going on in this house? Why did the tables, chairs, and teacups fall to the ground? ”

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his son Yang An sleeping with his feet crossed and leaning against the wall. And the room was full of wood fragments and porcelain pieces scattered all over the place, Yang Ning shook his head and asked.

"Forehead ???"

Yang An, who was sleeping by the wall, was woken up by Yang Ning's exclamation, looked up at the face full of surprise not far away, and was speechless in the face of a question from his father.

Fortunately, Yang An almost witnessed the entire process of Yang Ning's incident, and after a bitter face, Yang Ning understood what happened last night.

Knowing the situation, Yang Ning himself was shocked. I felt it a little, and I felt that I was in a better state than ever before, my spirit was refreshing, my body was full of explosive power, and I could have hundreds of pounds of strength when I raised my hands between my arms.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

"Brother Yang! Got up? I'm Wan'er. ”

Just as Yang Ning was about to clean up the house, there was a rhythmic knock on the door outside the house, and a crisp sound like a yellow bird sounded immediately.

Hearing this voice, Yang An couldn't help but squint at his father, and his mouth pouted at the door: his father is strange to say, his appearance is not handsome, and he didn't think it was anything wrong before. Since entering the City Lord's Mansion in Nanyuan Town to forge weapons, and after accidentally obtaining the cultivation exercises of unknown rank, not only have people become younger, but also captured the young and beautiful girl Qingmi. You must know that Yang Ning is in his thirties this year, has lost his wife, and has a ten-year-old son.

However, these are not issues for Yang An to consider, so let's leave it to his father to have a headache. Bend down and bow your head to clean up the rags in the house.

Yang An's small movements Yang Ning saw it all in his eyes, he bared his teeth, turned around and walked towards the door of the hut.

The door opened, and outside the door stood a young beauty in her twenties, with black hair in a bun, bright eyes and bright teeth, and delicate facial features. The girl has a slender body, and she is only half a head shorter when she stands with Yang Ning. Wearing a pink palace dress, a light green silk silk silk is tightly tied around the waist, showing off his beautiful figure, and the green jade is holding a vermilion box.

"Horse girl early!"

Seeing the girl in front of him, Yang Ning greeted him very politely.

"Brother Yang, why do you still call me Miss Ma. I've said it all, don't be so outside, just call me Wan'er. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? I made some snacks for you father and son this morning for breakfast, which contains Xiao An's favorite osmanthus cake and your favorite shortbread, which are still hot. Walk, go into the house and eat. ”

The girl is Ma Yuewan, the niece of Ma Junshou, Ma Zhiqing has no daughter, this is the only daughter of his second brother, she has been living in the county guard's mansion, she is well-behaved and sensible, Ma Zhiqing loves her very much, and regards it as her own. Since hearing about Yang Ning's deeds three months ago, I have met Yang Ning through Ma Zhiqing's relationship, and often make some snacks to come to Yang Ning for some reason.

As she spoke, the girl took Yang Ning's hand and walked into the room.

"Brother Yang, what did you do last night? Beat your son? Xiao An is so obedient, why are you hitting him? Even if Xiao An is really at fault, you don't have to be so heavy-handed, and you will break all the furniture in the house. ”

The situation in the house surprised Ma Yuewan, her eyes were round, and her imagination flashed for a moment.

Seeing Ma Yuewan's somewhat exaggerated expression, Yang Ning stroked her forehead: This girl's thinking is really broad, you can think of it, where is this!