When Tan Weiran's breath shook slightly, the air was stirred with a faint energy.

Instantly, the confusion on his face disappeared, and indescribable joy poured out, as if he had been struck by a spiritual light, by an object. Finally, he woke up from a special state of fascination, opening his eyes slightly.

"You finally woke up, and if you don't wake up, your father and mother will have to worry about whether you have been plotted. ”

His eyes were worried, and he rubbed his eyes before talking, so that his thoughts were pulled out of the confusion he had been thinking about. As soon as he was immersed in the joy of harvesting, he heard Mingkong laughing, and immediately yawned: "Ancestor, didn't you just break through and say that you were going to rest? ”

Looking around at the environment he was in, Tan Weiran was stunned: "By the way, why am I still here?" ”

Zong Changkong and Mingkong looked at each other and smiled, as soon as the person entered a state of fascination, he couldn't notice the change in time at all: "You are suddenly in a daze here, these two days and three nights have passed." ”

Tan Weiran was taken aback, touched his face blankly, yawned and muttered to himself: "It's been two days and three night......s?

As he spoke, he yawned as he talked, only to feel a sense of fatigue all of a sudden. It's like the tiredness accumulated by a thousand people and 10,000 people on him, and it is difficult to stop it at this time.

In addition to the sudden impact of deep exhaustion, I also felt a faint pain in my brain, as if I was overthinking too hard. This kind of fatigue, as if from the body, but also from the soul, made him gradually lower his eyes, glimpse of Mingkong and Zong Changkong, and let go of the defense of this state in his heart.

As he spoke, he gradually closed his eyes......

Then, standing up and falling asleep.

Mingkong was dumbfounded, and couldn't hold back his laughter for a while: "This kid." This kid is actually asleep like this!"

"After entering this state of obsession, it is very brain-draining. If it takes a long time, it will overdraw the brain power and even cause damage. This is the reason why Zong Changkong stayed and didn't leave, he beckoned to Chu Rou: "Take your family back and have a good rest." ”

He said to Mingkong again: "When he is rested, ask him what he has realized." ”

Talk about this groggy sleep. It was two days and one night before I woke up.

Eat something good and replenish your vitality, these are all things that Xu Ruosu did with her own hands after knowing that her son was too tired, which is really a piece of love for a mother. It can be said that you eat in your mouth and happiness in your heart.

Even if the taste is ordinary, and even a little bit not very tasteful, I think it is better than the chef's cooking. He knew that his mother was the son of a wealthy family, and he didn't have the skill of cooking at all, that is, after he came to the Tobu Wasteland. I went to learn some quietly in private, just to cook for him.

I ate something to make up for it, and asked Chu Rou about her situation in the past few days, especially about the results of the day. When Rou said that Luo Shiyi was captured alive, Zong Changkong and Mingkong happened to hear the news.

Zong Changkong was obviously not very interested in these things, if it weren't for the talks, if it weren't for the Tianxing Sect, he wouldn't have had any interest in stirring up the hegemony. What an assassination. What kind of summer or the like, it's a trivial matter that doesn't concern him anymore. Confessed in one sentence: "That person's name is Luo Shiyi, I asked by the way yesterday, it should be the ...... sent by the Liuxia Kingdom to kill your parents."

Luo Shiyi: This name is a little familiar, I have vaguely heard it somewhere.

Tan Weiran flipped through his memory, and soon found the name from a certain experience, thinking that it was that person. Immediately pursed his lips and smiled slightly.

Zong Changkong and Mingkong were very concerned, talking about the results of Weiran's last fascination. In fact, Xu Cunzhen also cared, but he had to temporarily act as Tan Chase's bodyguard, and he couldn't come for the time being.

This was originally nonsense, and it was not a reconstruction of the Tianxing Sect. and even the hope and core of the rise, not caring who he cares about. It is no exaggeration to say that every step he takes now is equivalent to getting rid of a group of peers and accumulating a slight advantage for the future.

As a martial monk, he is also curious, and he is basically at the limit of the Spirit Realm. If there is a breakthrough, what will it be, what will it bring.

Tan Weiran pondered for a while, sorted out the messy and messy harvest, sorted out a clue, and then said: "That Luo Shiyi's rainstorm sword spirit is originally a water line, which I am not very good at. However, on the same day, I noticed that the sword spirit was mixed with a little bit of characteristics that could hurt the soul, very few but very deep. ”

Mingkong was stunned, and the sect chief bowed his head: "That's right, that's how the sword spirit of the rainstorm was that day, breaking my giant spirit divine palm." But......" He paused in his tone, and turned to look at Tan Weiran with a little expectation, hoping that Tan Weiran could say the next turning point.

Tan Weiran did not disappoint him, and continued: "However, it seems to be corrosive, it seems to be corrosive, and it seems to be something else...... These were the things that bothered me the most in those days. "Corrosion and erosion seem similar, but here they are slightly different.

Anyone who has experienced the Yellow Springs War must be familiar with and understand the power of the Yin system. If you don't understand, you will ignore the difference between the two, and you won't even be able to find the few and deep characteristics in the Rainstorm Sword Spirit.

But the more familiar you are, the more troubled you are.

Is it the slightest trace of feminine power, or is it the power of the water itself?

If the answer were as simple as that, it wouldn't be a problem. The point is that in the course of his enlightenment that day, he was shocked to find that there were multiple factors kneaded together.

Zong Changkong smiled with relief and said, "Have you figured it out, what did you get?"

Tan Weiran opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that what he had learned in the past few days was not easy to express in words. After thinking about it for a while, he simply said: "It's hard to describe, it's better for me to rehearse it." ”

Coming to the place of practice in the backyard of the house, Tan Weiran slowly calmed down, took out a drop of vacuum green liquor and put it into his mouth: "Please allow me to absorb these experiences and harvests and integrate them into the ......" He immediately closed his eyes and said nothing silently.

After waiting for an hour, Tan Weiran exhaled heavily, indulged in it, raised his hand slightly, and burst out with energy.

"Boxing method?" Zong Changkong and Mingkong were stunned, what they had learned that day was swordsmanship, but now they have become boxing.

However, it is the spirit that is not yet enlightened, not the imitation of the moves. It's not too strange to use it in boxing.

Next, Zong Changkong and the others watched helplessly as Tan Weiran remained in a state of no feeling for external objects, practicing boxing over and over again, and his energy was rolling like a tide, surging and surging. After repeating it over and over again, there was finally a slight difference.

The aura floating in the air suddenly had a trace of condensation, increasing towards the place where the conversation was not true. Then, a wider and larger range of aura was surging, gathering to talk about the two fists, as if the wind was blowing.

Zong Changkong and Mingkong glanced at each other and were surprised: "This is to condense the martial arts?"

Gradually, Tan Weiran's movements became slower and slower, until he almost came to a standstill. All the aura was condensed on his fists, and the faint five-colored light flowed leisurely, turning into a starry light and dissipating.

Confirm undoubtedly, it is condensing the spirit of boxing!

Zong Changkong had an indescribable sense of weirdness, he thought that talking about what he had gained from his enlightenment would have a great effect on the future path of the sword of his heart. But at this moment, after a few days of deep thought, I didn't achieve the Burial Heart Sword, as if I had fulfilled the boxing method!

Rumble!

There was an invisible wave of vibration, and Tan Weiran's originally stagnant movements suddenly moved again, knocking out the punch that had been condensed for a long time.

Forty percent of the fist!

Ming Kong's heart was excited, and for a moment, it was like an electric shock, and he was shocked: "The fist and sword are two spirits! the sword spirit is fifty percent, and the fist spirit is also forty percent ......" As he spoke, he inhaled violently, only to feel that the blood in his entire heart and body was jumping and shocking wildly.

"No, it's the three spirits of fists and swords!"

"Seventy percent of the Nine Tribulations of Thunder Yin, one percent of the Hegemony Sword, and now forty percent of the fist! With such talent and strength, at my age, even ten hundred combined, it is not as good as him. Come to think of it, even I can't help but be jealous. Zong Changkong said that he was jealous, and his eyes were full of happy smiles.

Sixty percent of the spirit is the limit of the spiritual realm, this is not a family statement, but a public opinion.

"Seventy percent ......" Ming Kong was directly stunned: "How did he do it?"

It's not that he hasn't seen a genius, he himself is a genius, but none of the geniuses he has seen, including himself, can subvert this public opinion. Because, that's not what the Spirit Wandering Realm can bear in the first place.

Let's Xingtian Sect, we really have accepted an amazing disciple.

"It's just a coincidence. Ancestor, don't think of me as a great genius, I don't have that talent. ”

Tan Weiran put away his fists and walked over with a smile. He was in a very good mood, because this fascination made him stumble for the five elements who basically had no way out, and found a righteous path in the darkness again.

Mingkong was still in a daze for the seventy percent sword spirit and the three essence of the fist sword, and Zong Changkong beckoned to Tan Weiran: "Use your newly condensed fist technique." ”

"Good. Tan Weiran moved his palms softly, and punched out with a soft punch. The fist stretched silently, and Zong Changkong immediately noticed that although Tan Weiran had just integrated the harvest into the boxing technique, it was obviously very different from the previous stumbling hands.

Zong Changkong took the next punch and commented: "Your fist technique used to be too ordinary, with no characteristics, and even the essence of the fist was vague...... You don't even know and don't understand how to practice boxing and what path you want to take. I don't know the starting point, I don't know the end, and I'm practicing in a mess. ”

Tan Weiran is convinced, and it is very vivid to use "unknown starting point and unknown end" to describe the five elements.

"You see now, as soon as you've integrated into what you've got, it's different. Zong Changkong only felt that there was an indescribable peculiarity added to the fist technique, an indescribable mystery: "You try again, let's do it to the dead things." ”

Tan Weiran glanced around, and hit the trunk of a holly tree with a fist.

In the blink of an eye, the holly tree, which is also evergreen in winter, was hit, and it was deeply inverted and withered, and it was concave to take on the shape of a fist.

Zong Changkong's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he vaguely sensed what the mystery in that fist was, and he guessed it, but he couldn't believe it.

Tan Weiran was full of joy: "Senior, ancestor, I will summarize what I have gained this time, which can be roughly expressed in one word." ”

"Dripping water can pierce stones!" (to be continued......)