Since it is already difficult to increase the strength of the meridians when they walk around, the focus should be placed on the three dantians. Of course, the three dantians are still there, and in Bai Lang's induction, these three dantians are equivalent to three whirlpools, converging and dividing the power of the entire true qi flow in the body. Bai Lang tried it and found that he couldn't move these three dantians, and in the end, he had to study and come up with a result......

Since it is a natural teacher, let's simply learn the rise and fall of astronomical tides. As soon as Bai Lang exhaled and inhaled, it rose and fell, and the qi was like the sea surging endlessly, so the three dantians didn't care about it, and there was nothing they could do anyway. With such a breathing method, this martial art can naturally become stronger bit by bit, and Bai Lang now knows very well that what he wants to study is how to use and how to control this power.

The stronger his ability to control this power, the deeper he studied, the stronger the power he exerted, "Am I still an innate master?" This question is actually unnecessary, because neither the golden bell jar nor the white tiger has disappeared, but it is just a different way of existence. The tattoos on the body are still there, and the power of the White Tiger Qisu is there, absorbing the qi of the white waves to achieve different attribute powers, which used to be a boost to the white waves, but now it has become a more practical tool.

With the power of tattoos, Bai Lang can easily adjust his qi to any attribute at will, although he can try it without tattoos, but he is human by using tools. Besides, isn't it easier to control the wind? Bai Lang's tiger-shaped true intention has already been in his heart, and of course he can follow the wind and the tiger wherever he thinks about it. Bai Lang worked hard in the mountain temple every day, but now it is simple, he only needs to hone his own **.

There is no need for meditation and pranayama, the so-called meditation is actually just emptying the mind and adjusting one's breath. Of course, the Nandou White Tiger Fist has also changed, and now it is the real "Nandou One Series" magic skill, although there is no such kung fu as the qi wave cutting of dozens of zhang outside, but the attack power of the fists and feet with wind blades within a radius of a few zhang is no longer something that the innate master's body protection can fight hard - it should be like this.

Bai Lang really wanted someone to come and kill him, but it seemed that the six and a half halls were mostly misgiving, and no one came to assassinate him. Since no one came to assassinate him in the six-and-a-half-minute hall, Bai Lang could go to the Weiwei Mansion to check the whereabouts of the other people in his team - he had always wanted to check before, but the Weiwei Mansion was not a big data of social surveillance in the twenty-first century after all, and the news was relatively lagging behind and incomplete.

Even if there are masters who are like gods and demons or even have achieved gods and demons, and have many supernatural powers, many things are still vague and not easy to detect. Buddhism's powerful heart pass, heavenly eye pass, heavenly ear pass, and fate pass can all be Guo Qing Three Realms and Six Realms of sentient beings in the blink of an eye, and Taoist Gaoshi naturally also has the divine power of fate to count all living beings, but where is this magical power that can be used casually, this is the cause and effect of all sentient beings......

So how could those great powers casually use such magical powers? And then apart from the duties between heaven and earth, where would they casually let others find out the magic weapons with this function? such as the Book of Life and Death...... I know that there is such a treasure, but I'm afraid no one has ever seen it. So the net in this world is not so tight at all......

Bai Lang went to the Weiwei Mansion this time, and he also spent his contribution to exchange for the Qingluan bird specially used to deliver news, this bird is as big as a swan, flies very fast and is quite fierce and intelligent by nature, and can deliver news in a few specific locations after being tamed. And Bai Lang asked his own Qingluan Bird to go to the Weiwei Mansion to get information, and the other party promised to help him check. He was lazy himself, so he didn't want to make a special trip.

The appearance of the mountain temple has also changed now, and the dilapidated and collapsed appearance of the first half of the hall has not changed, but it is a lot cleaner - the white waves control the wind to blow away the dust on the ground and the cobwebs and garbage hanging on the corridor, which is a trivial matter, so it is still very clean to break and break. And the apse has changed greatly, becoming more like a place where people can live, and a new grass hall with leaky air on all sides has been built, and Bai Lang is playing copper in it at the moment.

This copper is good, it can not only be carried up to exercise strength, but also can beat the hardness and strength of the cultivation fists and feet, at this time, the copper that was originally a big lump has sunk down to a pit the size of a person's head, and Bai Lang's efforts are very effective. He was smashing it with his arm, "100, 500, 998, 999, 1000!"

Bai Lang had a hollow space on the cliff that he had smashed out, and he could take three steps down to the platform below, where Bai Lang had built a small room out of wood and ropes that could be enclosed—the kind that was half volleyed. This is the toilet, the size does not need to be flushed at all...... "The sky falls and the falls into the sky, and it is better to return to nature." The stench can't come up at all. "Every time Bai Lang goes on the number, he feels that he is really well designed, and there is at least 200 meters of flying down here, and the forest below will naturally help him solve the.

Ever since his true qi had changed, Bai Lang's cultivation methods had also changed, and even his way of dealing with people had begun to change - he had become like a cartoon character...... Qingluan Bird brought a thick stack of paper, if it weren't for the fact that this bird was not small and had great strength, it really wouldn't have been able to bring it back. "People don't know where to go? Such a thick stack of paper, so many words are written in a spilled manner, and finally this conclusion? What do I want you to do with the Weiwei Mansion?"

It seems that something happened to the Adventure Palace, and it really had a big impact - because in this thick stack of papers, it was also written that Dayan was almost at the same time, and there were some masters who disappeared or something, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead. "If you think about it carefully, this Adventure Hall is also connecting the heavens and all the worlds, and most of them have also thrown these people over...... This adventure hall was demolished by the thief and the military master, and I am afraid that it will not be good for a while. ”

Speaking of the thief from home, the master of the army also doesn't know if he has found the Buddha, and what can he do with the Buddha if he finds it? Bai Lang felt that if he really found it, his thief and the master of the army would continue to squat in the bitter kiln, "But this product is not good and enjoyable? He enters and exits the bitter kiln as if he goes home, and it feels super good." After completely irresponsibly hacking his master, this person remembered that he was the apprentice of the King of the Bitter Kiln, would he also go to the Bitter Kiln?

"I can't say, I can't say. The 'old friend' demon monk of the thief with the army also looks like an old guy, listening to that tone, it seems that the wife of the thief with the army or something has also been imprisoned and has learned what wisdom has made the Bodhisattva? It seems that it has something to do with this guy, and if it goes on like this, won't Lao Tzu also have to squat in the bitter kiln sooner or later?" Bai Lang also felt a little creepy when he thought of this, "I am not an immortal species, unless I achieve the exterior scene or the cave sky, otherwise Lao Tzu's life will be two or three hundred years...... Not good, not good!"