Thunder Dao Technique, with its own true element as the guide, accumulates the power of heavenly thunder, yin and yang generate thunder, and harmony generates electricity.

The entry requirements for this Thunder Dao method are not low, and you can only cultivate at least the fourth level of Qi cultivation realm.

The main reason is that the true element of the thunder path is too much, and there is not enough cultivation to support it.

According to the records in the classics, this method is cultivated to a high depth, and a thunderbolt can break through the void of heaven and earth.

Isn't this exactly what you want, the way you can restrain the demon?

Zhang Li happily memorized this thunder method, and then slowly ran the true yuan according to the method.

Pinching the trick with one hand, the true yuan condenses and differentiates, and uses the power of convergence to generate void thunder.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is full of thunder—"

With a low snort, he raised his finger to the front.

There seemed to be a muffled thunder surging, and his face turned white.

Lei didn't, his meridians were almost torn apart by the fast-moving True Yuan.

Sure enough, Rayfa was not as simple as he thought.

Zhang Li was not in a hurry, after swallowing a pill that warmed the meridians, he began to figure out the Lei Fa while flipping through the book of Divine Elephant Condensation.

Refining the body, there are muscles and bones, skin membranes, qi and blood, internal organs, and even the power of the soul.

Qi and blood are born together, condense the power of an image, and step into the realm of foundation building.

At the end of this exercise, it is also mentioned that the nine images are one, and their gods appear by themselves.

I don't know how to achieve the Nine Elephants, and this exercise will be broken when it reaches the foundation, but it's a pity.

took out a body forging pill, and Zhang Li swallowed it without hesitation.

Twenty spirit stones, to be used where they can be used.

Practice, you must not be saved.

The two spirit stones around his body shattered, and the spiritual energy surged, blending with the power of the elixir in his body, Zhang Li could feel that his body seemed to be expanding.

The strength of the body seems to be increasing rapidly.

In the end, it is a cultivation method that leads directly to building a foundation, and it is really unusual.

Feeling the slightest tearing pain all over his body, Zhang Li began to slowly punch in the quiet room.

The Divine Elephant Condensation Body Strength comes with a set of body forging fists with only eight styles.

Rummaging through the storage bag, there are still a few pieces of refining equipment.

Heavy stone armor, various iron cables and stone drums used to exercise the body.

Pick it up.

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Outside Luojing City.

Luoshui River.

It is said that Luoshui leads to the Yuncang River, stretching for thousands of miles.

At this time, the wide river is full of boats.

Luojing City has a population of one million, and most of the materials are transported from Luoshui and Jinjiang.

On a five-zhang long Aoki cruise ship, Zhao Ji, who was standing on the deck, could not hide the anxiety in his eyes.

He looked at the slowly wandering boat half a mile in front of him, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Shizi, be calm when you encounter something." Behind him, a voice was heard.

The person who spoke was wearing a cyan military robe, about fifty years old, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

Sun Jinran, the martial arts of Yuwangfu, the peak of condensation, and the powerhouse of the half-step grandmaster.

"Sun worship, I can't be quiet." Zhao Ji gritted his teeth and punched the side of the ship with hatred.

"Your Majesty's ten days are only four days left."

"My father hasn't rested for three days and nights, and Yuyan has been in danger himself, and he has been floating on this Luo River for five days."

Turning his head to look at the approaching ship, Zhao Ji's face was full of anger and sorrow.

"There was another murder on Luoshui."

"What the hell do you want to do, that demon?"

Zhao Ji gritted his teeth and snorted in a deep voice.

Sun Jinran was silent.

Yesterday, there were people fighting in the lower reaches of Luoshui, and it is said that the water waves were three feet long, roaring like thunder.

This kind of power is at least in the middle stage of condensation, and only first-class masters can have.

In the end, a corpse floated down the river and was salvaged ashore in Luyang Mansion downstream.

Now not only Luojing City, but also the surrounding state capitals are panicked.

Many people rumored that this was a demon.

Whenever there is national turmoil, there will be demons.

There are already rumors in the market that the throne of Zhao is about to be replaced, and there are villains around the Son of Heaven.

This is also the reason why the emperor was furious.

"Demon, what the hell do you want?" Zhao Ji looked down at the turbulent river.

Rumors are not scary, but the people who promote them are scary.

The Son of Heaven was furious and lay in wait for thousands of miles, and the first to bear the brunt of this was King Yu and everyone who investigated the case.

In the game, he Zhao Ji can't hide.

"His Royal Highness." Not far away, on the small boat of Qingpeng, someone called out.

Zhao Ji raised his head and was slightly stunned.

Imperial envoy Su Ming, a disciple of the Prime Minister.

Su Ming chuckled and beckoned, and the boat slowly approached.

"Would you like to go on board for a while?"

The disciples of the great grandmaster were invited, and Zhao Ji was the prince of King Yu who also had to give face.

Refusing Sun Jinran's companionship, Zhao Ji stepped out, and the soles of his feet fell into the water, and he stepped down directly.

"Smack-"

The surface of the water exploded, a light mist, and his whole body flew up.

Volleying the waves, one step at a time.

Zhao Ji's martial arts cultivation has already been moved.

With his age, he can enter the qi, which is not low among his peers in the entire Luojing City.

"Shizi is so handsome." Su Ming smiled and arched his hand, straightening the sleeves of his robe, "I can't." ”

Zhao Ji naturally didn't believe his words.

The disciple of the Oriental Prime Minister, who enters the martial arts with literature and a gentleman with a sword, how can he not be as good as a junior who has only entered the emotion?

Readers, always modest, modest.

"Imperial Envoy Su is here for rafting?" Glancing at the boat, Zhao Ji asked.

There were no guards on the ship, and Su Ming did not wear the uniform of an imperial envoy.

"Recently, I am resting." Su Ming stretched out his hand and motioned for Zhao Ji to sit in front of the small case at the bow of the boat, "It's not peaceful above Luoshui, I'll stop by to take a look." ”

"Mengmeng, tea." Su Ming whispered towards the cabin.

A woman in the cabin answered, and then brought it with a teacup and a teacup.

Zhao Ji knew that the most important etiquette for a scholar was not squinting at this time, just looking at the small case in front of him.

On the small case, the jade white hands are almost indistinguishable from the white porcelain tea cup.

Light and soft, the mist is filled, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but raise his eyes slightly.

The woman named Mengmeng was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a plain cloth shirt, no powder, and only two wooden hairpins were inserted in her hair.

The face is beautiful and warm, and the focus is on making tea and pouring water.

It seemed to feel Zhao Ji's gaze, and the woman raised her eyes, her big watery eyes were smart and clear.

Zhao Ji is in the royal family, and he has long been accustomed to women.

It's just that the woman in front of her is full of charm.

Bowing his head slightly, there was something strange in his heart.

I don't know who this woman named Mengmeng is Su Ming?

Most of the people who read like to travel with the United States and have fun boating.

"Ahem, I forgot to introduce, Mengmeng is my cousin, surnamed Yu, from the southeast Yongzhou Mansion, temporarily living in my house."

Su Ming coughed lightly, and then said in a low voice: "This year's southeast flood is not light......

Cousin?

Yu Mengmeng?

Zhao Ji nodded, and there was a trace of irrepressible joy in his heart.

"Your Majesty has allocated 300,000 taels of silver from the Inner Treasury, and the Minister of State has also dispatched three cadres from the Ministry of Ministers to provide disaster relief."

"Years ago, it should have been possible to minimize the scourge of flooding."

Zhao Ji was clear about the arrangements for the court, and when he said it, he looked up at Yu Mengmeng: "If Miss Yu's family is not affected by the disaster, she can go home for the New Year." ”

"Official, hehe......" Su Ming chuckled.

Yu Mengmeng nodded, did not speak, and handed it to Zhao Ji with a teacup in both hands.

Zhao Ji took the teacup and brought it to his mouth to take a sip, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth.