"Click, click".

Mo Shiping's back spine continued to make a slight abnormal sound, the feeling was very subtle, not painful, but a little itchy, as if there was endless strength. Immediately afterwards, a stream of warmth emanated from the spine, followed the eight veins of the Qi meridian, and flowed into the limbs and hundreds of remains. As when he opened Ren's pulse before, his whole body was bathed in a wonderful warm current, and he was very comfortable.

Mo Shiping slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head and looked at the spread hands, on which he could feel a more turbulent energy than before, and before he could make a fist, it exceeded the power of the three stones when he was going all out before. So, the corners of Mo Shiping's mouth pulled a trace of joy, slowly clenched his fists, and his strength condensed on them little by little, and after a while, his right fist suddenly poked out in front of him.

A crisp "crackling" sound sounded through the air. The curtain of the bed faced the fist wind, raised a beautiful arc, flipped in mid-air and then fell back. At the same time, the six silver needles on Mo Shiping's pulse and spine fell off one by one, and they were automatically forced out of the acupuncture points and fell lightly on the wooden bed.

Wang Fugui was stunned for a moment, his expression was a little sluggish, and he reacted after a while, and immediately patted Mo Shiping on the shoulder, and said happily: "The strength of this punch is much stronger than before." Originally, I thought I could survive ten moves in your hands, but now, I can't survive one move. Wang Fugui didn't blush at all when he said this. Mo Shiping is his own brother, of course, he looks forward to the more powerful the better. What's more, whether it is the discussion with outsiders or the sect trial, he Wang Fugui can have an inseparable connection with Mo Shiping.

Ma Zhongliang still looked unwavering, silently picked up the silver needles, wiped them and then withdrew them into his arms. The punch he showed when he was in Mo Shiping's realm, Ma Zhongliang knew that this junior brother was not simple. This time he broke through the second realm, looking at the strength of the fist wind, Ma Zhongliang estimated that it was close to the power of four stones, and ordinary people could be regarded as having touched the threshold of the three realms of martial arts, but this junior brother had just entered the second realm, and there was still a lot of room for growth.

Thinking of this, Ma Zhongliang hesitated for a moment, and wanted to ask why he could have such a good foundation when he was born in the market, but then he thought about it, shook his head and gave up. has been in contact many times, Ma Zhongliang also knows a little about Mo Shiping's character, if he asks, Mo Shiping will most likely tell the truth, but as for whether it will embarrass him and make him hesitate, Ma Zhongliang doesn't know, so he doesn't want to take the liberty.

After all, there are some secrets in a person's heart, and it is one thing whether he is willing to say it or not, and it is another thing for others to take the liberty of asking or not. The two are related, but they have different paths.

Mo Shiping listened to Wang Fugui's alternative praise, his face was a little embarrassed, he scratched his head in embarrassment, and then put on a coarse linen coat, a carp jumped off the wooden bed, hugged his fist lightly towards Ma Zhongliang on the side, and thanked him softly: "This time there is Senior Brother Raoma again." ”

Ma Zhongliang waved his hand and said softly: "Such a trivial matter is nothing. What's more, Senior Brother Mo is fighting for the face of the sect this time, and I, as a senior brother, should try my best to help. If Senior Brother Mo has any needs next, it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

Mo Shiping was stunned for a moment, never thinking that Ma Zhongliang already knew about this, so he asked: "Could it be that the news that Wang Fugui and I are going to discuss with Master Li's disciples tomorrow has already spread?"

Ma Zhongliang nodded and replied, "Yesterday, the head of the sect issued a letter and informed all the disciples in the sect. Moreover, the head of the sect also specially emphasized that the person who came was violent, especially not good, this battle was related to the face of the Imperial Spirit Sect, and if he lost, the people of the whole sect would laugh in shame. Speaking of this, Ma Zhongliang's face was a little strange, and there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui.

When Wang Fugui heard this, he immediately stomped his foot angrily, scolded and said: "Isn't it clear that the old man in charge dug a pit and told me to jump, how could I be able to beat it." That Uncle Li was a powerful person when he heard it, and the disciple he picked was at least a junior like Qin Qiaoyuan who had a solid foundation in the martial arts realm, so why should I fight. If you lose, you have to be laughed at by the whole sect, this life is too difficult, and it is not easy for the head disciple to do it. Speaking of the last few sentences, Wang Fugui's voice became smaller and smaller, and he looked particularly aggrieved.

Mo Shiping smiled helplessly, thought about it, and said with relief: "If the opponent in that realm is far comparable to Qin Qiao, it will not be a good thing. After the battle, regardless of victory or defeat, it can be regarded as having an understanding of the strength and weakness of the martial arts realm and the moves, and he has a rough idea in his heart, and it will be easy to deal with Qin Qiaoyuan when he encounters it during the trial of the sect. ”

Wang Fugui thought about it for a while, rubbed his hands, and said happily: "It's this reason." In that case, I'll give it my all tomorrow as well. ”

Mo Shiping hesitated for a moment, and then added, "Of course, it is best to win this battle, if there is a disparity in strength, don't force it." ”

Wang Fugui nodded with a smile and replied, "Don't worry, this time it's not like the previous sect trial that you have to win, I know it in my heart." If that opponent is as powerful as Yuwen Cheshui, I must have shouted to surrender as soon as I fought, otherwise I would have to be beaten to the point that my ass bloomed. ”

Mo Shiping couldn't help laughing, he didn't hold back, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Since Wang Fugui still has a joking mind, it means that he will not be stunned and fight to the death with the other party, then he is relieved. Then, he turned his head to Ma Zhongliang and asked softly, "I don't know who the senior brother of the Royal Spirit Sect who fought in the three realms is who?"

Ma Zhongliang thought for a while and replied with a smile: "It is an inner disciple who has only been in the sect for four or five years, and his name is Li Xuan. lost to Han Shuangcheng in last year's sect trial, ranking second, and the foundation of the Three Realms is very solid. However, this person has a withdrawn personality and does not like to associate with other disciples in the sect, so I don't know what he is like. ”

Mo Shiping nodded, being able to achieve the second place in the sect trial is enough to show that this Li Xuan is not an ordinary person, and most of them are also people in the late stage of the Three Realms or even at the peak.

Since this is the case, Ma Zhongliang has to go back to take care of Wancaopu, said hello to the two, and hurried back.

Mo Shiping knew Ma Zhongliang's character very well, and once again thanked him, so he didn't keep much. It's just that this little favor is silently remembered in my heart.

It's one thing for others to want you to repay this favor, but it's another thing for you to think about the good of others in your heart, and it's irrelevant.

After Wang Fugui saw Ma Zhongliang leaving, he looked Mo Shiping's breath up and down. Inhaling is like a mud cow entering the sea, without waves. The exhalation is like a silver needle falling to the ground, and it is inaudible. At first glance, it sounds like a terminally ill person, with no energy.

Wang Fugui was amazed, and a little puzzled, he never thought that entering the second realm of martial artists would be so wonderful.

Mo Shiping smiled and took the initiative to explain: "This is the solid foundation Peiyuan mentioned in "Muscle and Bone Refining". After opening up the Ren pulse, the potential of the human body is stimulated, so both the facial features and the physical strength are on a higher level. However, it is easy to lead to a loss of blood and qi, and it is okay in a short period of time, but if it is spent in the realm of martial artists for a few years or even more than ten years, it will do more harm than good and lose longevity. However, after opening up the Governor pulse and entering the second realm, there is no such concern. As soon as the pulse is passed, it will feed back to itself and reduce the loss of energy, and this exhalation and breath is one of them. ”

When Wang Fugui heard this, he pondered for a moment, and his face was worried, "My own martial arts foundation is not good, coupled with the loss of this moment, how can I eat it, I also have to enter the second realm as soon as possible." Saying that, Wang Fugui also deliberately controlled the rhythm of his breathing, like Mo Shiping, he was cautious in every breath and breath.

Seeing Wang Fugui's worried appearance, Mo Shiping shook his head with a smile and said with relief: "If you want to practice quickly, you can't achieve it, you have to go steady step by step, otherwise it will backfire." What's more, it is said in the book that entering the second realm of martial artists within one to three years is still considered a short period of time, and the loss is negligible, not to mention the impact on the body. ”

"That's good. Wang Fugui's face was already flushed, and when he heard this, he hurriedly breathed a long sigh of relief, took another deep breath, and gently stroked his chest, relieved.

Mo Shiping smiled and patted Wang Fugui on the shoulder, "But you can't relax because of this, you still have to enter the second realm of martial artists earlier." While it's still early, go to the dojo to practice boxing?"

"Let's go!" Wang Fugui nodded with a smile in agreement, and took the lead in walking out of the hut quickly, posing in the starting posture of hunting the tiger and breaking the fist, "How? ”

Mo Shi's flat color was strange, knowing that Wang Fugui was deliberately joking, but he couldn't help but chuckle, nodded his head, and said with a smile: "It's really much more powerful, my eyes were still low when I was a martial artist before." However, there are still some shortcomings, and it would be better if I could practice again. ”

Wang Fugui put away his fist with satisfaction, walked out a few feet happily, and then turned his head and said in a cold voice deliberately: "What are you doing in a daze, don't hurry up and keep up." Didn't you enter the second realm and be fluttering, so you thought about being lazy and stopped practicing boxing?"

"Practice! Boxing naturally has to be practiced, and it must not be wasted. Mo Shiping shook his head with a smile and hurriedly followed.

The young man walked side by side, walked through the verandah, walked through the pavilion, walked into the dojo, one left and one right, one person punched, one person followed the boxing, practiced boxing and cultivated the heart, happy and dripping, deeply happy, so uncomfortable.

And in the depths of the Imperial Spirit Sect, Song Jiang, who was twisting some bait to feed a pool of big red koi, was stunned for a moment, suddenly smiled, and said to himself: "Compared with me, an unreliable master, it is better than Mo Shiping's teaching." No wonder, no wonder. ”

Song Jiang figured out why Wang Fugui, who only had the posture of seven realms and at most eight realms, would get Wei Li's sentence and ask the immortals. On the path of cultivation, aptitude determines the upper limit, and the mind determines the lower limit. Although Wang Fugui said that the upper limit was not high, the lower limit was not low, so Song Jiang was optimistic about him at the beginning. Song Jiang knew that compared to his heart, talent was the most important thing in asking about the fairyland, so it was impossible for Wang Fugui to reach this height. But since the master Wei Li said it, Song Jiang only thought that his vision was not enough and he couldn't see it comprehensively. But now that Song Jiang understands, Mo Shiping is the variable of whether Wang Fugui can hope to ask immortals. At this point, he was really inferior to his master Wei Li, and he had a thorough view at a glance early.

"What a Mo Shiping. Song Jiang smiled and sighed, and sprinkled the remaining bait in his hand into the middle of the pond, causing a tail of koi to scramble and fly wantonly. What kind of height can you stand at to overlook the world like this pool of koi, and the vertical and horizontal trends are tied to a small handful of bait in your hands. Song Jiang shook his head, I don't know, but most of the people behind Mo Shiping are. In his eyes, he may be just a slightly larger, brighter, and more jumpy koi, so what? After all, it is just a koi fish that wants to fight for food.

However, even so, so what? If Wang Fugui enters the fairyland in the future, the fish jumps over the dragon gate, and becomes a person who scatters bait on the shore, but when the time comes, he sees that he still has to shout in a proper manner, Master?

Thinking of this, Song Jiang took off his goatee and glanced at the swimming koi in this pool with a smile, "It's good to be a koi, although you live in a pool, you have to worry about it." ”