Ying Yiran's mouth opened wide in surprise, and he muttered after a while: "This is the legendary ...... Apocalypse?"

The old man clenched his hands and tried his best to control his feelings. "Yes, this is the Heavenly Apocalypse Dafa that has created countless genius great masters. It has been lost for three hundred years, and I can't imagine that it has reappeared in an original common people. ”

"This ...... How is this possible?"

"Son, this is fortune. The old man held Ying Yiran's hand and said softly, "Child, now, do you believe me?"

Ying Yiran didn't answer, but a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

The lightning and thunder in Wuji's mind are like the end of the world.

Thick lightning bolts burst out from the mountain peaks, even across the entire space, and then more lightning bolts were inspired, forming a web after another, intertwined back and forth, and endured.

Finally, all the lightning bolts converged and emitted a dazzling light that illuminated the heavens and the earth.

Wuji's heart is quiet, no joy or sorrow, no fear or fear. He just looked at this qiē calmly, like a hermit sitting idly in the mountains, sitting and watching the clouds roll and the moon rise and set.

The bright light slowly dissipated, leaving only a light purple halo, like a rising purple moon, hanging in mid-air, quietly illuminating the earth.

Wuji saw the shining acupuncture points, saw the meridians that were light or dark, thick or thin, and the vitality was stored in the acupuncture points like water, lingering in the meridians like clouds, like rivers and lakes moistening the earth, moisturizing his body.

He also saw blood vessels. Large and small blood vessels enveloped his body, pumping bright red blood to the limbs, flowing through every cell, slowly darkening in color, and flowing back to his heart from his limbs.

He also saw nerves. Tiny lightning-like electrical impulses appear and rush along the nerve canals, communicating every nerve terminal in the brain and body.

Looking out further, he saw the vast world, he saw people as tall as mountains, he saw towering trees, and he saw another round of bigger and rounder purple moons.

The two worlds are so similar and so harmonious.

Wuji exhaled softly and opened his eyes.

All of them were restored to normal, only the bright moon in his brain was still hanging high.

There was peace between heaven and earth.

Countless pairs of eyes, large and small, looked at him quietly, some stared like copper bells, some narrowed into a purple moon, some were full of worry, and some were full of joy.

Mowgli's eyes moved, scanning the surroundings.

Suddenly, countless voices came like a tidal wave.

"Master, are you alright?"

"Mowgli, how do you feel?"

"Wow wow wow wow wow ......"

"Young man, how do you feel?" an old voice suddenly suppressed everyone's voices, and the old man appeared in front of Wuji. Ying Yiran followed him, staring at Wuji's face tightly with a pair of wonderful eyes, not letting go of any expression.

"Oh, that's good. Wuji reinserted the wooden needle into his bun and jumped up, ready to salute the old man.

The figure of the old man swept past his eyes, and in an instant, everyone's eyes widened, and they all let out an exclamation:

"Wow-"

Wuji was like a cannonball, with a "whoosh", it rushed straight into the dense canopy, breaking a few thick branches, before barely stopping, caught by two branches, and the wolf hung on the tree.

"This ...... What's going on?" Wuji clung to the branch and shouted in a panic. Before he could finish speaking, the branch "snapped" and shattered into powder, and he suddenly lost his support, and fell from the tree with his teeth and claws.

The earth came to you. Suddenly, a figure swept by and caught Mowgli. Unscrupulous didn't think much about it, hugged it, and suddenly it was full of warm fragrance.

"Let go!" Ying Yiran's face was red, and he pushed away the swaying Wuji, and dodged behind the old man.

Wuji was also a little embarrassed, stood up cautiously, and arched his hand to the old man. "Old man, this ...... This ......"

"Hahaha......" The old man laughed heartily and reached out to pat Wuji's shoulder. "It's okay, it's okay, you've just broken through the realm, and you're not used to it for a while, so you'll be fine in two days. ”

Wuji was confused: "Breaking the realm, what realm is broken?"

"I don't know exactly what the situation is, after all, this is the first time this kind of thing has happened to the original person. The old man smiled. "Tell me, how do you feel, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Mowgli said his feelings.

The old man pondered for a long time, and there was a suspicious look in his eyes: "It is impossible to see nature and have your own world?" ”

"What is a clear mind and a world of its own?" asked Wuji curiously. How does this sound a bit like a Buddhist monk?

The old man did not answer him, but took the wooden needle and placed it in his hand. "Try to see if you can lift this wooden needle with your mind. ”

Wuji glared at the old man, feeling that the old man was a little out of tune. If I can lift such a heavy wooden needle with my mind, wouldn't that be a step into the gate of the Arrow God? At least I have to be an Arrow Master. How could there be such a miraculous thing, but I just ran into it.

However, he did not refuse, staring at the wooden needle, secretly straining.

The needle moved, then fell back again.

Wuji was startled, hurriedly concentrated, and exerted his strength again.

The wooden needle shook twice more, staggered to its feet, and hung in mid-air.

"Wow-" Countless exclamations rang out, and Mowgli could almost hear the sound of his chin smashing on the top of his feet. He was overjoyed, and the wooden needle fell again, and the tip of the needle pierced his palm, making him sigh in pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Ying Yiran exclaimed, and in a flash, he arrived in front of Wuji and reached out to support Wuji.

Wuji's heart warmed, and he smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a prick." ”

"It seems that I guessed correctly, you are indeed clear-minded, but your mind is open. Although his mental power is still very weak, he has already taken the first step. The old man sighed lightly: "Wuji, you are an original person, different, and destined to take a different path of cultivation." Come to the Heavenly Academy, only the classics collected by the Heavenly Academy can help you answer your questions. ”

"Why?" Lin Fei shouted first. "The wooden needle was given to the master by my father, if you want to ask, you have to ask my father first. Your Heavenly Academy has a collection of books, but we don't have a collection of books in the Yu Republic of China?"

The old man smiled slightly, did not answer, just looked at Wuji.

Lin Fei said a few words, but he also felt that he had no confidence, and closed his mouth in a sneer.

It is true that the wooden needle was given to Wuji by his father Lin Xianzhi, but he obviously does not know the true secret of this wooden needle, otherwise he would definitely not give it to Wuji so lightly. It's just that seeing that Wuji has made an amazing breakthrough and has an unlimited future, he has to fight for Yu Minguo no matter what.

Wuji raised his hand and motioned for Lin Fei not to say any more.

He knew what Lin Fei wanted to say. His own strength has increased, and he has become a fragrant bait, and even the Heavenly Academy of the Great Qin Empire has to be recruited, and of course the Yu Republic can't let it go lightly. It's a shame that Wang Wang and Lin Ziyi are not there, otherwise they will definitely join the melee.

Then, that's all for later, and the most important thing now is to improve the strength of Lin Fei and the others, and get through the Guò Queqiao safely.

He believes that today is just the beginning, and he will soon be able to usher in a new breakthrough.

"Ah Fei, I'll help you use the needle first, and see if I can make you do your best to break through the realm and become an archer. ”

－