But the breakthrough is obviously not so easy, as the saying goes, you can't eat a fat man in one bite. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoYang Feng can only come slowly, step by step, little by little, as the so-called slow fire fried tofu, if the fire is too big, it is easy to fry the tofu old, if you want to fry the tofu tender, you can only use slow fire. Therefore, I don't know how long it took for Yang Feng to finally get through this acupuncture point.

When the acupuncture points were opened, Yang Feng only felt a stream of heat quickly spread throughout his body, every meridian and every acupoint in his body was stretched to his heart's content, and every inch of skin in his body was bathed in an unprecedented pleasure. He couldn't help but let go of his throat and let out a long whistle: "Ahhh

At this time, if someone looks at Yang Feng from the side, they will find that there is a layer of dark blue halo suspended all over his body, and this halo is constantly spreading to the surroundings in the form of a broken point, and he looks like the legendary "Immortal Dao Buddha". Of course, he is still too far from becoming a god and an immortal. It is no exaggeration to say that in the Xuanyuan Realm, no matter how high your Dao is, you are just a mortal, and you are definitely not a god or an immortal. Of course, compared to ordinary mortals, cultivators are actually not too far away from gods and immortals. This distance can be years, decades, hundreds or thousands of years, or even a lifetime. So it's not far away, but it's actually just a relative concept.

When Yang Feng got that unprecedented pleasure, he felt that the front of his Yin Hall also lit up, and it seemed that a crack had opened. Yang Feng touched it with his hand, but he couldn't touch anything, the skin on his Yin Tang was still good, and there were no cracks. But the crack is real. He could even see through the crack something he had never seen before.

Yang Feng suddenly understood something. His eyes were opened!

Of course, what the spiritual eye sees is not the same as what the naked eye sees. The naked eye can only see something concrete, or rather superficial. The spiritual eye is completely different. It uses a beam of thought to shine on the inside of one's body, on one's meridians and acupoints, and even on one's own dantian.

Through the spiritual eye, Yang Feng could clearly see the distribution of the meridians in his body, as well as the operation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. At the same time, as the spiritual eye was washed away, the volume of his dantian also doubled on the original basis. If he could only store 1,000 catties of True Qi when he was at level 10, then he could store 2,000 jin now—of course, this was just a metaphor, not that he was storing 1,000 jin of True Qi at level 10. In fact, the true qi that a person's aura body can store in the aura, which is composed of meridians, acupoints, and dantians, cannot be measured in catties and taels at all.

The true qi used by those who cultivate the true is necessary to have a large-scale and sustainable supply of true qi in order to support large-scale Dao methods and occult arts. And this kind of true qi is obviously not calculated in catties and two. It is estimated that like Yang Feng has now broken through to the eleventh level, there should be hundreds of thousands of catties of true qi that can be stored! Of course, these hundreds of thousands of catties of true qi are not pressed on Yang Feng's mortal body, but stored in an aura body parallel to his physical body. This aura body did not come into contact with his physical body, he only used his mind to mobilize it, so no matter how heavy it was, it would not have any effect on him.

Now that the upgrade has been completed, Yang Feng has also lifted his state of concentration, jumped up from the big stone he was sitting on, and improvised a backflip (he still knows some of these bells and whistles juggling moves, and in the two years in Hongmuling, he is not completely idle, he practices these juggling tricks in his spare time), and then happily exclaimed: "Senior sister, I have broken through to level 11!"

However, Yang Feng screamed twice, but there was no response, he hurriedly looked around, only to find that Zhao Xueqin had fallen to the ground unconscious. Yang Feng was taken aback, hurriedly rushed over and hugged Zhao Xueqin in his arms, and shook desperately: "Senior Sister Zhao, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Yang Feng shook for a long time, Zhao Xueqin finally opened his eyes, glanced at him and said, "I'm fine......"

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you, what happened just now?" Yang Feng said confusedly.

"I can't bear to disturb your practice, so I went to get the golden remnant sword myself, I didn't expect that the spirit of the weaving gold remnant sword has condensed into a grudge, and has the power of the twenty-eighth level of the Taoist, I reluctantly fought with the power of the twenty-third level of the Taoist, and tried my best to win, but although I won, I also got a wisp of its sword poison, my body is a thunder attribute, and the ability to resist poison is very weak, so I was unfortunately hit. I closed the acupuncture channels of my whole body, and it took three days of hard work to force out that wisp of sword poison, which was just a fainting caused by physical weakness, and it was not a big problem. Zhao Xueqin talked about what happened before she passed out just now.

"What, that sword poison is so dangerous?" Yang Feng was so surprised that he couldn't describe it. He stroked Zhao Xueqin's forehead with his hand again, and saw that her body temperature had returned to normal, and there should be no problem, so he put down his hanging heart.

"Well, the sword poison is indeed very dangerous, in fact, I should have waited for you to wake up, it was I who did it to cause this danger. ”

"However, even if you wait until I wake up, I don't seem to be able to help you with anything, I am only level 11 after I break through, where can I beat a level 28 Daoist?" Yang Feng was puzzled.

"I don't need you to fight with it," Zhao Xueqin looked at Yang Feng with a strange look, and her cherry lips pursed, as if she wanted to say something, but finally endured the words and changed her words, "Okay, you go and get the Doumen Remnant Sword now, just untie those chains." However, there is a Five Tiger Spell Spirit attached to those chains, and you may need to defeat these Five Tiger Spell Spirit to get the Doumen Remnant Sword. Zhao Xueqin pointed in the direction of the remnant sword of the Doumen.

"Ah, do you want to defeat those five tiger spell spirits?" Yang Feng's head couldn't help but grow.

"That's right, if you want to obtain the Doumen Remnant Sword, you must defeat the Five Tiger Spell Spirits! The ban set by the Five Tiger Spell Spirits for the seniors I sent can, except for the seniors who set the ban at the beginning, no one can break it, and the only way to defeat it is to use the method of battle!" Zhao Xueqin said categorically.

"Then what level of cultivator is this Five Tiger Spell Spirit equivalent to?" Yang Feng said uneasily.

"Hehe, its true level should be the peak of a junior Daoist at level fifty, which is equivalent to the level of Li Ting, the head of my faction. Zhao Xueqin said lightly.

"What? is the same level as Li Ting's master?" Yang Feng was so shocked that his hair stood on end. Let him a level 11 cultivator go to fight a level 50 Taoist master, doesn't this make it clear that he is looking for death?