"The essence of martial arts cultivation is to refine and refine qi," Long Ming suddenly stopped in the middle ......of speaking.

"What's wrong? Go on. Luo Hou urged him to speak quickly.

"Nothing ......"

Long Ming shook his head, he suddenly felt a trace of palpitations just now, and felt that it might be his own delusion.

Luo Hou suddenly asked: "You said that martial arts is to practice refining and transforming qi, so is there any refining qi and transforming gods, refining gods and returning to the void, and refining the void and merging the way?" ”

He remembered some of the spiritual concepts of his previous life, of course, he hadn't studied them carefully, but he had only heard of them.

Long Ming shook his head and said affirmatively: "The end of the martial arts is qi!" From the small opening of the stele and the cracking of the stone, to the large of the river and the flat peak, all of this is only the qi in play, and the difference is nothing more than the strength of the imperial qi. ”

"If the qi is strong, the body will inevitably be indestructible, the essence is vigorous, and the spiritual will is naturally extremely strong, not losing the warlock Yuanshen, as for what is void and what the Tao, the martial arts do not pay attention to those."

It seems that it cannot be rigid.

Luo Hou nodded, and asked again: "Could it be that the martial arts are just getting stronger and stronger, so there is no supernatural power to fly to the heavens and the earth?" ”

He was thinking about what if the warrior was too powerful, if he was moved into the water or in the air by the warlock using the Dao method, and there was no force point?

Will it be targeted?

Long Ming frowned, "The qi is strong enough, even the invisible atmosphere can become a martial artist's foothold."

"Although it does not belong to the Dao Law, the top martial artists can do it in the air, and the power of the Qigong Cannon is not inferior to the mantras of the Buddha Sect."

Feeling that Luo Hou had the intention of despising the martial artists, he added:

"There is a saying that has always been circulated, that is, there is no Dao method in the world that can kill a top martial artist in an instant, but any top warlock can be killed by a martial artist with a single punch."

Thick blood and high attack power.

Luo Hou summarized the characteristics of warriors.

The only advantage a warlock has over a warrior is that the means will be more abundant.

However, the only advantage is in the low realm, and it is not obvious when the warlock has not mastered many spells.

He waved his tentacle, "Okay, I understand this question, you can continue to talk about cultivation." ”

Long Ming glanced at Luo Hou, just now he couldn't help but speak in a heavier tone, but Luo Hou didn't open his mouth to reprimand and lower the punishment.

On the contrary, he looked humbly taught, which surprised him very much.

I think this monster is good-tempered, not as moody as he imagined, and easier to get along with than the Commander-in-Chief.

received an unexpected courtesy, which made Long Ming feel less uncomfortable to surrender to Luo Hou.

After being brutally persecuted, as a victim, he actually began to have a good impression of Luo Hou, the perpetrator.

If Luo Hou really knew Long Ming's inner thoughts, he would probably feel amused and tell him that this was a typical "Stockholm syndrome" mentality.

Long Ming continued:

"A warrior's 'qi' is transformed from his own life essence, so to practice qi is to strengthen the essence, and if the essence is strong, the qi is strong!

"Master, it's not wrong for you to understand the essence of life essence as the essence of the martial arts realm.

"And if you want to strengthen the essence, you have to rely on martial arts to practice step by step to improve."

"Oh-" Luo Hou nodded as if he had realized, "Then how do you say I can practice?" ”

"Master, you ......"

Long Ming looked at Luo Hou's tentacles and hesitated for a moment before he spoke:

"The Golden Scale Technique is a technique specially created for my lizard clan, and legend has it that our ancestors observed the breath and exhalation of the dragon god and had a sense of it, so it was created.

"This technique is extremely powerful, and its defense is even more transcendental, but not all clansmen can practice it, because it requires extremely high physical talent."

Talent?

Luo Hou asked, "What talent?" ”

"Dragon Vein!"

Luo Hou asked again: "What is the dragon vein?" ”

"The human race has twelve canonical meridians and eight strange meridians, and my lizard clan is a descendant of the dragon god, so I can awaken the dragon vein."

Long Ming continued: "This Golden Scale Technique, with four dragon veins, can barely get started, and it is a general talent.

"There are eight dragon veins, and you can cultivate to a small level, and the so-called talent is extraordinary."

"And only a clansman who has sixteen dragon veins growing in his body can cultivate this technique to the peak of Dacheng and exert its full power, which can be called a genius once in fifty years, and is expected to reach the peak of martial arts."

I see.

Luo Hou said: "You want to say that I don't have a dragon vein and can't cultivate?" ”

Long Ming nodded: "If you are not from my clan, even the meridians and acupuncture points are different, it will be difficult to succeed in cultivation." ”

"Not only that, but as a non-human alien, it is not known whether the master has meridians and acupuncture points.

"Even if there is, most of the exercises in the world are created by the human body and can be cultivated by the master...... I'm afraid it doesn't exist at all. ”

Tut.

Non-existent?

As soon as Luo Hou became interested in martial arts, he was poured cold water.

He pondered for a moment and asked, "Isn't there any practice in the world that can be practiced by all kinds of people?"

"For example, the dragon god in your mouth is not a human body, so don't you need to practice?"

"As far as I know, it doesn't exist." Rumbling shook his head.

"As for Lord Dragon God, his whole body is full of dragon veins, every breath and breath is cultivation, which is not comparable to us mortals."

“……”

Luo Hou was silent for a while.

Meridians, acupuncture points......

He looked at the human meridian diagram on the Golden Scale Atlas and fell into deep thought.

All the breathing luck on this, the technique of practicing skin and forging bones, are all based on the meridian diagram of this lizard, if there is no corresponding meridian acupuncture points, it is indeed impossible to practice.

Meridians......

Looking at the tentacles on his body, an idea popped up in Luo Hou's heart:

No matter how mysterious these meridian acupuncture points are, aren't they all human muscles and muscles to put it bluntly?

My physical body can be big or small, and change at will, is it not a hundred times more magical than this meridian?

What are the twelve canons, the eight veins of the strange meridians, the dragon veins, I don't have my physical body, can't I simulate it according to the gourd painting scoop?

When Luo Hou told Long Ming what he thought, Long Ming was confused.

Simulating meridian acupuncture points?

How do you simulate something that doesn't exist in the first place?

He had never heard of this kind of thing, and he didn't think it would succeed, but he felt that Luo Hou was a little whimsical.

So he hurriedly persuaded: "Master, forcibly cultivating the exercises that cannot be cultivated will lead to the divergence of the meridians and injure oneself. Please also be cautious and don't come nonsense. ”

"It doesn't matter."

Luo Hou has been cut into pieces several times, how can he be afraid of a mere meridian fork.

"I'm going to take a closer look at the so-called meridians now, don't you have dragon veins? Let me cut open your body and take a look. ”

Luo Hou's words frightened Long Ming's face to change, thinking that he was going to be tortured inhumanely again.

"Don't worry, I'll take your head off so you don't feel any pain in your body."

Long Ming's face didn't get any better - if his body didn't hurt, wouldn't his neck hurt?

Luo Hou continued to spit out demonic words: "But you can't lose consciousness, I still need you to explain to me when I dissect your body......"