If it weren't for the conditions, Yang Jing would like to find someone to dissect and verify what the book says. Bones, skin, and muscles are visible to the naked eye, but cells are not, requiring the help of an instrument called a microscope.

The microscope, Yang Jing heard of it for the first time, and he didn't know how to make it, let alone use it to observe cells.

Assuming that everything in the book is true, it means that the instrument called the microscope is real, and the cells are real.

If you look at Qi with a microscope, will you see the basic units of Qi?

Yang Jing's mind wandered, imagining the many uses of the microscope.

Soon, he settled down, walked to Uncle Song's residence, and asked Song Yao about the authenticity of the book "Human Body".

Song Yao thought back for a moment and replied: "I can't be sure, these books were brought out by the ancestor from a ruin, and the understanding of musculoskeletal in them is correct, and the authenticity of other aspects cannot be determined because it is difficult to verify, but judging from the part that has been verified, it is very likely to be true." ”

Yang Jing thanked him and left the Vientiane Hall and walked back to Baihuazhu, where the master had already slept. He was light-hearted, fearful of disturbing his master.

Lu Lin knew, but he pretended not to know.

Take a bath, meditate, and fall asleep.

Habits that are close to rituals are meticulously executed.

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September 20, cloudy.

The black clouds were stacked, blocking most of the sunlight, and the Dongyun Hall was overcast, like a giant beast that had not yet woken up. Yang Jing shook his head, got into the big turntable, his bones spun up, his body crackled and hit the top of the turntable partition, and the flesh and blood under the skin sank inward, and even hit the bones directly.

After more than a month of tempering, Yang Jing has adapted to the impact of the big turntable, his breathing is natural and powerful, and the Qi in the heaven and earth continues to drill into his body, like a skilled craftsman tempering iron, removing impurities from skin, flesh and bones.

At seven o'clock, Yang Jing left the Dongyun Hall and returned to the Hundred Flowers Building to start the medicinal bath. With the improvement of the degree of refining, the effect of the medicinal bath gradually disappeared, and Yang Jing estimated that after he finished refining his flesh and blood, the effect of the medicinal bath would disappear completely.

Leaning my head against the edge of the tub, I carefully felt the changes in the skin of my body, and there was a slight tingling sensation. According to the description of the ancient books of the Vientiane Temple, this is caused by the rapid growth of flesh and blood, which is a gratifying change.

Yang Jing was immersed in this gratifying change and was convinced that he was getting stronger.

The daily medicinal bath made Yang Jing feel that he was getting stronger.

While there are no direct values or changes to be seen, it feels good.

After the medicinal bath, it is the time to receive the task and complete the task.

When he walked out of the door, he saw Shizun looking at the sky with his hands in his hand, and it seemed that there was a strange flower somewhere, but Yang Jing looked along and didn't see anything superfluous.

At that moment, the sky rose like a stone falling from the surface of a calm lake, followed by a black and white head sticking in, followed by a white and broad body. It was a huge white crane, and on its back, there were several people sitting cross-legged.

These people were all dressed in white, looking up at Mount Kinabalu, with solemn expressions on their faces.

When he saw the face of one of them, Yang Jing's mind exploded, and a dusty memory was revived: Yang Suxian was accepted as a disciple by the Yiren and traveled around the four regions with the Yiren.

Yang Suxian, the sister of Yang Wuxian, the god of the Yang family, has been smart and clever since she was a child, and she can quickly draw inferences from everything she learns, and is known as the Yang prodigy.

"She shouldn't know what happened to the Yang clan yet, right? Her sect is not weaker than the Divine Court, maybe she already knows, that is, she is now my enemy. Shall I hide for a while?"

Yang Jing watched the white crane fall to the ground, saw the enthusiastic face of Huang Zikai, the hall master of the Burning Cloud Palace, and saw Chen Xinran following Huang Zikai, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: "The two sects are friendly!"

Lu Lin turned his head and glanced at Yang Jing, thoughtful.

"Master, what are the identities of these people?"

"Immortal Dao lineage, Silver Feather Immortal Sect, one of the allies of the Divine Court. ”

"What is the Immortal Dao?"

"Different from Shinto, it is a way of practicing Qi that uses Qi, which is mainly based on refining Qi, and uses magic weapons and immortal arts. ”

"In addition to the Immortal Dao, are there other ways of cultivation?"

"Demon Dao, Demon Dao, and Martial Dao all have their own advantages and disadvantages. ”

"Demon... Demon Dao, the cultivation path of the Demon Race?"

"Yes and no, you will understand it when you meet it in the future"

When the master said this, Yang Jing stopped asking, quietly followed behind, and walked towards the Lieyun Palace.

In the Lieyun Palace, the two sides sat down separately, and the tea and pastries were taken at will, but no one moved, just said some words, such as how many beginner disciples this year, whether anyone fused the Dao/Merge Dao, found a few treasures and other tentative words.

The Silver Feather Immortal Sect is an immortal sect, which is mainly based on refining qi, supplemented by magic weapons and immortal arts, which is quite difficult. As one of the allies of the Divine Court, the Silver Feather Immortal Sect would visit once every three years to give the disciples a chance to communicate. It is said to be an exchange, but in fact it is a show.

Not long after, the three generations of disciples of the Divine Court gathered in the Lieyun Palace, ranking in order of entry, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked into the hall.

"Fairy Gu first, please!"

The Yellow Hall Master, who confirmed that he was ready, came out with the people of the Immortal Sect, stood in front of everyone, and said in a loud voice:

"This is the Suyou Immortal Gu of the Silver Feather Immortal Sect, who has made a name for herself in Huanluo City with a terrifying sword; ”

"The rest of them are all extremely outstanding disciples of the Immortal Sect, and they came to my Divine Court this time to learn from you and increase their experience and knowledge. ”

With the introduction of the Yellow Hall Master, the eyes of many disciples moved from the two Immortal Gus to the five Immortal Sect disciples, carefully and carefully, up and down, and looked at it seriously a few times, as if they wanted to imprint the faces of the five people in their minds, although most of them didn't even have the opportunity to play.

Waiting for the atmosphere to brew about the same, the Yellow Hall Lord turned his head and said to Yang Suxian: "A few senior nephews as guests, you can choose your opponent first. ”

"Thank you, uncle!"

The eyes of the five people searched among the three generations of disciples of the Divine Court, wanting to find an evenly matched opponent to have a hearty battle, stimulate their own potential, and achieve a breakthrough.

At this time, Yang Jing felt a gaze fall on him, and it was Yang Suxian who looked down. Suddenly, he had a bad premonition, and he saw Yang Suxian whispering something to Su You's Immortal Gu, and Su You's Immortal Gu asked the Yellow Hall Lord again.

Although he could see the mouths of several people moving, Yang Jing couldn't hear what they were saying. This kind of situation, he had seen in the books of the Vientiane Temple, was a strange magical power called transliteration, which could secretly transmit words into the ears of others, which was very useful.

"Okay, now there's Baishengtai!"

As the voice of the Lord of the Yellow Hall sounded, a platform with a metallic luster roared down from the top of the Divine Mountain, growing in the wind, and when it touched the bottom, it had swelled to the size of a hundred zhang in length and width. Around the purple-black base, strange patterns appear and disappear, revealing mysterious power.

After waiting for a few breaths, one of the five members of the Immortal Sect jumped onto the Baisheng platform. The young man was dressed in white and had purple hair, a square face, eyes for eyes, mouth for mouth, and a straight back, as if the stone carvings in front of the palace gate did not move.

The Yellow Hall Lord glanced at the purple-haired young man, and opened his mouth to read out a name: Qi Luolan.

The disciple who knew the owner of this name opened his eyes to find this person, a tall and emaciated young man, with a horse's face, jet black, but a pair of eyes that were very bright, full of charm that could not be hidden.

"Silver Feather Immortal Sect, Lang Kun, Hua Qi Sixfold. ”

"Wuxiang Divine Court, Qi Luolan, four ways of accumulation. ”

Lang Kun ran the thin cyclone in the dantian, urging the Moon Spirit Sword, a magic weapon that had been tempered for three months, and shot towards Qi Luolan's right eye. Shinto heavy body, advocating that the body is the best weapon, but in the accumulation realm, the eyes, mouth and nose and chrysanthemums are all key points, and against the enemy, it is best to pick the key point to attack.

Qi Luolan leaned back to avoid the magic weapon Moon Spirit Sword, and rushed towards Lang Kun, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, turned around and shot suddenly, grabbed the stabbing Moon Spirit Sword with both palms, threw it at Lang Kun, and followed closely behind, holding the hilt of the Moon Spirit Sword, pushing and stabbing towards Lang Kun.

"Turn!"

Lang Kun suddenly changed his technique, and the Moon Spirit Sword reversed, slashed through Qi Luolan's hands, and stabbed into his abdomen for more than three inches, and was held by him. Qi Luolan controlled the Moon Spirit Sword, and when he came to Lang Kun's side, he saw a fireball explode in front of him.

Lang Kun took advantage of the moment when the fireball exploded, controlled the Moon Spirit Sword, and slammed through Qiluo Lan.

"Lang Kunsheng!"

The Lord of the Yellow Hall took the opportunity to announce that he saw Qi Luolan's master jump onto Baisheng Platform and take Qi Luolan away.