In the middle of the night,

After coming down from the roof, Yao Zhenyi sat at the table, closed his eyes, and put his hands naturally on his laps, but he imagined that he was sitting in an upright posture with a sword technique, and the whole person's breathing gradually stabilized, just like the old monk settled down, and the Taoist sat and forgot to meditate.

In this battle of the inn, in fact, the boy belongs to the kind of miserable victory, that is, the miserable road of killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800.

But it has a greater benefit to the state of mind and martial arts, and he already has the shape of the eight styles of Dao Boxing that he has learned, but he is not at all confused about the meaning of the god.

When Yao Zhenyi's mind was in a fixed position, two aura like white mist ......

"The True Works of the Sword Immortal" Volume 1, The Breath of Eating Cattle Chapter 103, there are partings and reunions in life are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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