Shen Luo hurriedly straightened up from the water, swept around, and looked inside the boat for a long time, before slowly dipping his body back into the water, his face a little gloomy.

He seems to have accidentally gotten into trouble, and he released something that shouldn't have been released.

Shen Luo frowned, raised his hand and gently stroked the tooth mark on his right shoulder, and found that there was no pain at all, and the skin there was not broken and bleeding, as if the tooth mark was painted.

But he clearly remembered that before he fell unconscious, his right shoulder was indeed bitten by the skeleton transformed by the ghost's head, and even the coldness when the teeth touched his skin clearly.

Shen Luo pondered for a moment, picked up some river water, sprinkled it on the tooth marks, and rubbed it with a little effort, but the result was only a little reddened from the surrounding skin, and there was no other change.

The dark red color on the tooth marks seems to be caused by blood stasis and stagnation, and I don't know if it can be eliminated after a while.

Shen Luo thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a clue, so he had to give up for the time being.

He waited for most of the hot sensation on his body to fade, and grabbed the stern edge with both hands, and his arms slammed into the boat, trying to climb back onto the boat with the help of his strength.

Who would have thought that as soon as he exerted force on his side, the entire stern of the ship sank down as if it had been hit by a boulder, and was buried directly under the water, while the bow of the ship was raised high and pointed to the sky.

Inside the cabin, there was a "jingle bell", and the miscellaneous things inside slid backwards.

Fortunately, Shen Luo's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly lifted the stern of the boat he had pressed down, and the upturned bow of the boat fell into the water again, smashing the waves on the surface of the water and fluctuating.

"What's going on?"

Shen Luo gently held the swaying hull of the boat, his eyes looked straight at his hands, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Then, he turned around, faced the fast-flowing river on the other side, raised one palm, and with a slight force, slammed it towards the water.

I only heard a dull sound on the surface of the river, and the river immediately seemed to have smashed into a boulder of hundreds of catties, and suddenly the water waves were turbulent, and the waves were stacked up, and it was against the current to push a wave of a few feet high upstream.

The waves rushed a few feet away before their strength weakened and they fell back into the river, and there was a deep whirlpool left where he struck, which gradually disappeared after a few breaths.

"My strength...... How did it become so big?" Shen Luo stared at his palm, still feeling incredible.

He rounded the hull and climbed up the rocky beach, and saw that the cable that had been used to hold the hull in the bow had been severed by the moment when the bow was pressed up, and he hurriedly re-tied it in order to prevent the boat from being washed away.

Shen Luo turned around and looked left and right on the rocky beach for a while, and saw a stone the size of a human head on the ground, with a fairly flat surface, so he squatted down next to it.

I saw him stretch out his palm, gesture on the stone, and suddenly let out a soft cry in his mouth, and then slapped it down.

A crisp "pop"!

Shen Luo frowned, his palm was a little painful, and he immediately took it back.

He glanced down at the stone, where a layer of dust had been slapped off, leaving a clear slap print, but the stone itself had not changed in the slightest.

Shen Luo rubbed his palms and slowly stood up, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Click"

But just as he was about to turn back to the boat, there was a slight noise at his feet.

He frowned slightly, leaned down and touched the stone lightly with his hand, and on the seemingly complete stone, a spiderweb-like crack appeared, which was directly shattered into slag.

Shen Luo's eyes suddenly lit up, he picked up the stone slag on the ground, rubbed it gently, and the corners of his mouth hooked up uncontrollably.

When he entered the Spring and Autumn Festival at the beginning of the year, Tian Tiesheng once showed a "Qingyang hand" in front of him, and the scene of his palm slapping the stone table has always made him remember deeply, and his current strength is definitely not under that.

"What the hell is going on? What happened when I passed out?" Shen Luo became more and more confused.

"Do you mean ......?"

In Shen Luo's mind, a guess suddenly popped up that he couldn't even think of before.

In order to verify this guess, he hurriedly sat down cross-legged, hugged Yuan in front of him with both hands, and silently recited the Xiaohua Yang Gong mantra in his heart, and the Yang Gang power in his body was also mobilized and operated on its own.

I saw that the moment he exercised, the red light between his hands immediately skyrocketed, and a condensed red silk more than three inches long emerged from it, densely intertwined with each other, like a dragon shuttling, forming a huge round ball.

The red ball exuded bursts of warmth, and even some scorching breath, and in just a few breaths, Shen Luo's body was steamed, and his clothes were dried by heat.

After a dozen breaths, Shen Luo suddenly took a deep breath, and the red silk in his embrace surged back, directly submerging into his mouth and nose, reflecting his entire face red.

When the red light on his face disappeared, Shen Luo lowered his arms and slowly opened his eyes.

The corners of his mouth hooked up an irrepressible smile, his body suddenly verticalized, and he jumped directly to a foot high, and when he landed, he stepped on a pebble with one foot, making a muffled "bang" sound.

"The strength is full, the muscles and bones are light, the yang energy is condensed like the red sun, and the introverted qi is reflected in the red glow, which is the state of perfection. Shen Luo clasped his hands and muttered the content of "Xiaohua Yang Gong" in his mouth.

All the changes in his body at the moment have proved one thing, his small yang skill has been completed!

"It's complete, it's complete...... Haha, it's complete!" He couldn't help but jump up again, raising his arms and shouting.

However, as soon as he moved, he felt that all the meridians in his body began to ache faintly.

This pain made him suppress the excitement in his heart, and he began to look down and think about why he was suddenly in the state of starting from Xiaohua Yang Gong overnight, and suddenly improved to perfection.

"Is it because of that ghost-headed phantom?" Shen Luo subconsciously glanced at the tooth marks on his shoulder.

It was only after he was bitten by that ghost head that he passed out, and after he woke up, he became what he is now, and this is the only possible reason he can think of.

It's just that I don't have a clue why this is the case.

However, in any case, the consummation of this small transformation yang gong is a great good thing.

According to Fengyang Zhenren's inference, this means that he has a few more years to live.

As long as he can obtain the qualification to cultivate the "Pure Yang Sword Technique" during this period, or learn something from the "Nameless Heavenly Book", he will most likely extend his lifespan again, and even have hope of truly embarking on the path of cultivating immortals!