In the eyes with different expressions, Yang Ming felt something else entirely, at this time in his body, the divine wind energy, the void cloud energy and the heavenly frost energy were constantly colliding, in the collision, there was a higher level of vitality in the evolution, but it had not been formed, and in this process of transformation, Yang Ming's meridians, internal organs, and body were also under tremendous pressure.

The three strands of vitality that were forcibly fused together by Yang Ming with strength were entangled, colliding, and fused, and the situation between the entire Yang Ming meridians and bodies was concretely revealed.

Yang Ming succeeded, but only one step later.

"That's not right." As time passed, the heart of the startled salamander lifted again, and in the night, she smelled a trace of blood, which was Yang Ming's blood.

The startled salamander barely calmed himself, and when he looked intently, he saw that on Yang Ming's hands, blood-red cracks were faintly visible, and the internal breath in his body was tearing the meridians, and even tearing the shackles of his body.

"It hasn't worked out yet." Yuan Li also saw the abnormality at this time, she could feel that there was a huge force brewing in Yang Ming's body, and that power was too strong, so strong that it exceeded the limit that Yang Ming could bear.

Only Zhao Ji looked at the scene in the courtyard in complete ignorance, and only felt that the light in front of her was quite beautiful.

In the contest between man and power, the huge vitality qi mass in Yang Ming's palm is constantly condensed, and the red, green and blue rays are merging, gradually converging into a new form of vitality, showing the shape of flowing water, but at the same time, his palm is already full of cracks, but Yang Ming doesn't care about this, he knows very well that as long as he can take that step, in the future, the world is so big that there is nowhere to go.

But if you can't take advantage of the situation to break through, and if you want to break through again, you don't know when.

"Up." Suddenly, the divine wind energy, void cloud energy and heavenly frost energy in Yang Ming's body fused together, and a vitality that was like substance and condensed like water was collapsing in the meridians, but it was a flood that broke the embankment, and it seemed that the embankment was broken only in an instant, in this case, only 'channeling' was the right way.

Condensed between the palms, the vitality that had completed the final transformation was pushed into the sky, majestic like a tsunami, and the momentum of a thousand armies rushed into the sky, cutting through the night, and suddenly exploded in the depths of the sky.

Immediately, another plan of vitality was beaten into the sky by Yang Ming.

"What kind of martial arts is this? Is such a terrifying power really a power that a first-class master can have? Yuanli said in shock.

The vitality like flowing water actually made her feel a threat of death, even if she was beaten, it was impossible to survive.

"The snow has stopped?" Compared with Yuanli's deeper feelings, Zhao Ji's feelings were very superficial, but they were also more intuitive, in her sight, the snow stopped, the wind was extinguished, and there was a faint sound like thunder in the depths of the sky.

In the black night sky, there seems to be a vortex that swallows everything, it is the catharsis of power, tearing the night, making the space riotous, the black clouds are stirred by the power of the explosion of the three-point return to the vitality, the falling snowflakes have not touched the ground, they are torn and melted by the huge force, and disappear into the invisible, martial arts practice to the extreme, it is not impossible to change the celestial phenomena.

Just as the Occultation Sword is a divine sword that can reach the realm of the Grandmaster.

Under the catharsis of almost exhaustion, Yang Ming found that the three-point return vitality in his body was as if it was inexhaustible, and under such a high-intensity consumption, it was only reduced by two points, and this was only just cultivated, once it was completely cultivated, I am afraid that the speed of consumption was not as fast as the speed of recovery.

The so-called three-element circulation, endless, is by no means an exaggerated description, just this endless durability is enough to survive the grandmaster, in the face of group beatings, there will definitely be no exhaustion of energy, it can be described as invincible alone, and the group attack is fearless.

"You martial arts practitioners, is the internal strength inexhaustible?" Gradually, Zhao Ji discovered the abnormality, although Yang Ming's physical strength is very good, Zhao Ji has long been deeply aware of this, but there must be a limit to such a thing as internal force, how can it be abused like this?

"Queen Mother, not everyone can be like this, it's just that Captain Yang is too special, only he can do this." Yuanli said solemnly, such a strong internal breath is really beyond Yuanli's imagination.

I don't know how long it took, as soon as Yang Ming's palm was retracted, a majestic vitality surged out along the acupuncture points around his body, forming a three-foot qi wall around his body, and between the circulation of the vitality qi, there seemed to be an immortal meaning.

With the flow of vitality, the vitality that exists between heaven and earth and the three-point return to the vitality in Yang Ming's body are mediated by Yang Ming, forming a perfect cycle.

And that's not all, Yang Ming's scars that spread from his palms to his arms are also constantly healing under the nourishment of the three-point return vitality, and the three-point return vitality is constantly integrated into Yang Ming's viscera, bones, and muscles, improving Yang Ming's physical functions from all aspects.

Three points of return to the vitality, in essence, is a martial art from another higher level of time and space, and it is a martial art that can truly achieve dual cultivation of qi and blood and realize the transformation of life level.

With the operation of the three-point return vitality in the body, the White Tiger Seven Killing Style, which was cultivated to the bottleneck by Yang Ming, also has a tendency to break through, and the transformation of the Qi and blood level from the ordinary to the Xuan is the fundamental essence of the White Tiger Seven Killing Style.

"It's a success." Zhao Ji covered her mouth and yawned, and she felt a little sleepy in vain.

However, you little guy makes the mourning family so worried, and the mourning family always has to find some compensation.

……

In the Qilin Pavilion, the doors and windows that were opened were closed with Zhao Ji's arrival.

"Speaking of which, when did this Qilin Pavilion of the Mourning Family become your territory?" Exiting the heavy couch, occupying the soft couch belonging to Yang Ming, he smiled lazily at Yang Ming.

"I borrowed the power of the Queen Mother." Yang Ming, who had officially cultivated into three points and returned to vitality, said in a good mood.

"You still know." Zhao Ji opened his eyes and smiled: "Then you say, how should you thank the mourning family?" ”

"This?" Yang Ming hesitated.

"Are you just talking empty words, are you deceiving the mourning family?" Zhao Ji's face was pale, and for a while, she was really a little domineering.

"Is it okay for you to thank the Queen Mother like this?" Yang Ming teleported, and the person had already appeared beside Zhao Ji, and his palm skillfully climbed towards Zhao Ji's chest that was undoubtedly exposed because he was lying on his side.

"Bold." Zhao Ji pressed Yang Ming's presumptuous palm, and there were already autumn water veins between his eyebrows and eyes, but he said very hardly.

"I've always been very bold, it's not the first time you know about it, Queen Mother, besides, you should ......know it, Queen Mother," Yang Ming smiled, but his words suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but gasp Zhao Ji's breath in his throat.

"You mean here? Your handle has now been grasped by the mourning family, so be obedient. "Zhao Ji has become the most powerful swordsman in the world at this time.

"But the Queen Mother, your weakness is also in my hands." Yang Ming pointed at the sword, although he had no sword in his hand, but he was not necessarily weaker than Zhao Ji with a sword in his hand.

"Hmph, hmm!"

With a soft groan, Zhao Ji arched her soft waist, she was not only pinched by Yang Ming, but also grabbed the hardest but softest place in her heart.

"Queen Mother, who is going to be obedient now?" Yang Ming joked, similar games, the two have played countless times, whose weaknesses are, they already know each other.

"Serve the mourners." Zhao Ji, who was already a little flushed between her faces, chuckled, she seemed to admit defeat.

"Yes." Yang Ming, who had already brought in the role, had already placed his palm on Zhao Ji's waist, his fingers floating slightly, and the vast world was undoubtedly visible in Yang Ming's sight.

"Who is so obedient?" Zhao Ji laughed.

"It's me, but it's only a matter of a moment when the offense and defense change momentum, and it's not certain who wins or loses." Yang Mingdao, whose breathing was already a little heavier.

At this time, Zhao Ji was in his sight, his clothes were half-undone, and his jade body could be displayed horizontally.

The perfect queen mother's demeanor was undoubtedly displayed in front of Yang Ming.

The beauty of the world's clear rivers, the dangers of the mountains, and the so-called beautiful scenery have not necessarily gone to the world.

It can also be bent down.

And Zhao Ji obviously doesn't intend to distinguish between Yang Ming and Yang Ming in words, she is a woman with a pragmatic spirit.

Therefore, only Zhao Ji's outstretched chest and outstretched arms responded to Yang Ming.

The winter morning came a little late, Zhao Ji woke up from her sleep, and looked at the world outside the window, although the snow was thick, but it was still gray.

squeezed into the warm embrace beside him, and a sentence that he had seen suddenly appeared in Zhao Ji's mind: one blow of strength, then decline, and three exhaustion.

"It's still not a good day." Zhao Ji muttered, but he didn't mean to get up at all, in this cold and snowy day, what can he do with such a warm stove?

"It's not good, but the snow came early today." Yang Ming looked at the snow and clouds outside the window, and played with it casually in his hands.

"Well, why don't you come to the palace, I really want to wake up every day like now." Zhao Ji squeezed into Yang Ming's arms.

For Yang Ming's body, Zhao Ji really likes it too much, although it has strength, it is not stiff, but it is a very strange toughness.

Although it is not too soft, it also has a unique ecstatic touch, at least for Zhao Ji.

"Look at you, I'm scared, and the mourning family is still reluctant." Zhao Ji bent her legs slightly, and said to the obviously frightened 'little guy'.

"I'm a little scared." Yang Ming said with a frightened look.

"I don't believe it, you don't know what the mourning family means, you just don't want to enter the palace, you men." Zhao Ji said helplessly.

In the past, she was worried that Yang Ming would approach her and please herself, just to gain power, but as time went by, Zhao Ji found that Yang Ming had never asked for anything from her, but Zhao Ji had been asking for it from Yang Ming, which couldn't help but make Zhao Ji worry again, and she didn't know how to completely catch Yang Ming.

She was afraid that Yang Ming would deceive her, but she was even more afraid that Yang Ming would leave her.

"What I want, I will fight for with my own hands." Yang Ming said firmly.

For Zhao Ji, Yang Ming did have the intention of using it from the beginning, but he only used Zhao Ji as a help to the wind, and with the contact with Zhao Ji, Yang Ming did like this queen mother who didn't have much wisdom.

After all, Zhao Ji herself is an extremely beautiful woman, although she is a little older, but it is only for Yang Ming, and Yang Ming's psychological age is also not small, not to mention, Zhao Ji is really good to Yang Ming, so good that it is difficult for Yang Ming to refuse Zhao Ji's request, even if sometimes Zhao Ji is just making trouble unreasonably.

"Like now?" Zhao Ji smiled, and as she spoke, her gaze had moved down slightly, landing on a naughty palm.

"Are you fighting for what you like right now?" Zhao Ji said slowly, revealing the temptation that belonged to Zhao Ji between her words.

"Are you resting?" Between each other, Yang Mingjian, who had already formed a tacit understanding, raised his eyebrows, and the murderous aura was already revealed, which was a murderous aura that Zhao Ji could really feel.

"The mourners just pity you." Zhao Ji said stiffly.

"Is that true?" Yang Ming, who was ignited by Zhao Ji's provocation, asked.

"Then can there be a fake?"

It turns out that Zhao Ji is just hard-mouthed, and the real her is soft.