Chapter Thirty-Eight: Reshaping the Meridians

"What do you care about so much? Anyway, the world can go. The old man rolled his eyes, obviously not wanting to tell Yi Feng about it.

Seeing this, Yi Feng had a realization in his heart: "The old man should not be lower than the fifth order of the honorable level. Tsk, the fifth order of the honorable level, shocking people's hearts. No wonder the old man has always been in a coaxing posture. ”

"Boy, I'm going to do it, you can bear with it later. The old man smirked evilly, as if he was waiting for this opportunity.

Yi Feng glared at the old man fiercely, but there was no way, he had to drag his somewhat weak hand, take out the purple gold water from the Na Ling ring given by Ning Xuan, hand it to the old man and said, "This is purple gold water, is it good for this healing?"

The old man's eyes lit up, he snatched it away, looked at Yi Feng and asked in surprise, "Why do you have this treasure?"

"Damn, Ben Shao is so handsome, wherever you go, someone will always send it. Yi Feng looked at Yi Feng and said very stinkyly.

The old man suddenly realized: "Oh, it turned out to be a little white face, no wonder." ”

"Puff ......"

Yi Feng plunged into the bucket, Yi Feng's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Old guy, you are ruthless." ”

The old man looked at Yi Feng with disdain, and while opening the vial of Zijin Water with his hand, he tilted his head and said in annoyance: "When you go to make a little white face in the future, remember to help me get more purple gold water, tsk, I can't imagine that you can get such a treasure as a little white face." Shall I do it?"

Grass, old man, why don't you die, for a little bit of purple gold water, you actually instructed your apprentice to be a little white face. Ya, is there such a master?

However, when Yi Feng saw the old man pouring the entire bottle of purple gold water into the potion in the bucket, Yi Feng was very distressed, and he quickly stopped: "Old man, what are you doing?"

Oh my God, I deducted this from Ning Xuan, and he used it up in one fell swoop?

The old man ignored Yi Feng, poured all the remaining purple gold water into the medicine in the bucket, who threw away the bottle, and then said lightly to Yi Feng: "If you want to suffer less pain and make the whole process of reshaping the meridians smoother, you honestly don't speak." ”

When Yi Feng heard this, he quickly shut up, although he felt distressed about a bottle of purple gold water, the inhuman pain was something he didn't want to bear.

Seeing this, the old man nodded with satisfaction, and put his palm on Yi Feng's back again: Stinky boy, although the purple gold water is precious, the kind of medicinal materials in my bucket are worse than it?

The pale yellow fighting spirit poured into his body along Yi Feng's back, and under the control of the old man, the fighting spirit was well-behaved and obedient, bringing Yi Feng a trace of warm comfort.

However, Yi Feng knew that this was a little sweetness, and after this sweetness, it would be a boundless hell.

"Boy, don't you need me to remind you, do you? Remember, you have to hold on. The old man reminded.

Yi Feng nodded, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, waiting for the old man's move.

When the old man saw Yi Feng enter the state, his eyes became solemn, and the hand that touched Yi Feng's back lit up violently, and he shouted: "Broken ......"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Feng's gentle fighting spirit belonging to the old man rioted violently. One after another, the fighting qi was like a meat grinder, cutting off Yi Feng's meridians section by section.

All of this was done in a split second. The pale yellow fighting spirit was like a fierce beast, tearing Yi Feng's meridians apart. The originally well-defined meridians have become like pieces of rotten ropes.

"Poof......

A mouthful of blood spurted out and fell into the bucket, and the original pitch-black liquid was stained red by it, but it was immediately swallowed by the pitch-black liquid.

Yi Feng's face was as white as snow, the green tendons on his forehead rioted, and beads of sweat the size of beans poured out of Yi Feng's body. You can see how much pain it endured.

Yi Feng bit his lip tightly, and the blood at the corner of his mouth kept gushing out and falling, and then was swallowed by the black liquid, over and over again.

The old man saw that Yi Feng was stunned and didn't hum a word, so he nodded with satisfaction. This is the first dish, and if you can't help it, then there is no need to stick to it.

Yi Feng smiled bitterly in his heart: his meridians had seen four years of exercise, and they had begun to take shape, and they were cut off by the old man in one fell swoop, compared with the previous two times, the pain was indescribable, which was also why Yi Feng said that he definitely couldn't hold on to the fourth time.

After the old man twisted Yi Feng's meridians, he was not idle, the blood that emerged in Yi Feng's body and dragged it into Yi Feng's throat with his fighting energy, and once again used his strong fighting energy to suppress the blood that kept surging in Yi Feng's body, he wanted a sober internal environment, so as to ensure that he would not make mistakes again.

Yi Feng's mouthful of blood emerged from his mouth, and the originally black medicinal liquid could not swallow the blood red at this time, and soon, with the place where the blood fell as the center of the circle, the black was dyed red.

This scene makes people wonder if Yi Feng will vomit blood to death because of this.

The old man took a deep breath, and all his thoughts merged into Yi Feng's body, and the meridians that had been twisted like rotten ropes were strongly pulled by him with his fighting spirit. Combined with strange routes.

Of course, the pulling of the meridians like this, the inhuman pain, made all the green tendons of Yi Feng's whole body deeply bulge, and the whole muscle was tense, like a steel plate. His whole face was pale and bloodless, as if he had been dead for a few days.

Yi Feng wanted to yell a few words in pain, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat, and the whole person felt like hell.

The old man obviously knew Yi Feng's situation, but he didn't dare to hurry, the first two lessons told him: he had to be careful and careful.

"Yifeng boy, bear with it, after you endure it, you want a beauty, an aphrodisiac, and a limited edition, and I will give it to you. Isn't that what you want most?" said the old man.

The old man's fighting spirit rose again, and he pulled more broken meridians in his body again. The meridians were combined according to the familiar routes in the old man's mind, and the medicinal power in the barrel was also integrated into these meridians at a visible speed, as if they were mucus, perfectly combining these meridians.

At this time, Yi Feng bit his lip vigorously, he was afraid that he would faint accidentally and never wake up. All over the body, drops of blood bubbled out of the skin, and the whole person seemed to be distorted.

"Drink ......"

The old man screamed, and Yi Feng, who closed his eyelids and was about to wake up.

"Boy, hold on, a little bit, a little bit. ”

Yi Feng nodded forcibly, and blood spilled from his lip bitten.

Time, ticking and disappearing in a state of extreme silence, finally, under Yi Feng's release of the biting lip, his whole body seemed to no longer belong to him, and under the ethereal spirit, the old man exhaled and patted Yi Feng's forehead. His whole body was so soft that he was next to him, his whole body was wet with sweat, his face was pale, and he was obviously extremely tired.