Qi refiners can all harmonize with the Dao, so they can all feel each other's existence through the Dao, and You is now just a simple internal force, like an ordinary person.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Qi Refiners are like immortals who can call the wind and rain. And Bai Zimo, he is not the most authentic qi refiner, he became a qi refiner to fight, and what he learned was only offensive methods.

Practicing martial arts is more than cultivating, but in essence, he is indeed a true qi refiner.

Although there are many martial artists in later generations, the crop style can also be called a martial artist, and he can reach the martial realm after practicing hard for several years.

Although there are few Qi Refiners, they value talent the most, and they are born in harmony with the Dao, and all of them are talented!

The exercises are a tool for filling water, no matter how bad your talent is, you can put a few scoops of water into it with the exercises.

However, qi refiners do not have exercises, and as soon as they enter the door, they can naturally feel the existence of "qi", and the deeper the dao of feeling, the stronger the "qi".

A sentence is a very Tao, and when tens of thousands of people hear it, they are not allowed to enter the door, but this is not the case with the exercises in later generations.

It will teach you hand in hand, Qi Shen Dantian, travel to Zhou, through which veins and what veins, when the palm punches out, at what angle and what kind of force can exert the maximum effect, what cold and ice true qi, flame true qi, and the exercises also determine the genus of internal force.

But "qi" is just qi, the most primitive qi, pointing directly to the origin of the avenue.

And the reason why You was able to condense his internal force to the dantian was not because he was a qi refiner, but because of the exercises.

Each Qi Refiner is a unique being, and the deeper his understanding of the Dao, the stronger he becomes.

But a single divine skill can create a sect, and thousands of people practice the same kind of exercise, as if carved out of a mold.

Of course, it can't be said that the exercises are useless, not everyone can become qi refiners, and the existence of the exercises will scatter the great power in the hands of more people, so that many people with average talent have the power to fight.

When he had the source bone and blood, he could see through the essence of this world, but now he may not be able to become a qi refiner.

Qi refiners also have a heritage, but some qi refiners may not be able to find a successor who can inherit the mantle in their lifetime.

So much so that when the exercises appeared, the Qi Refiners disappeared, because the former was easier to pass on.

You can think through the essence between these two forces, but Bai Zimo can't, he has his own limitations.

Although the essence of "qi" is more advanced than the spiritual power of heaven and earth, you do not plan to change to cultivating qi, whether it is martial arts or qi refining, the ultimate essence is to point directly to the avenue.

The later Qiu Jianlin's sanctification with a sword is the best proof, and the two have their own advantages and disadvantages.

The real power is still self-justification.

Although You's strength is stronger than ordinary people, Bai Zimo didn't take it to heart. In the final analysis, You's current strength is still very weak, so weak that people can't see the potential of internal force.

Although the Qi Refiner is strong, it is difficult to replicate, and the current martial arts are still in an embryonic stage, and it is an accessory product in the cultivation process of the Qi Refiner.

Bai Zimo thought he had seen through You's secret, but he didn't know that he had been You

It looks transparent inside and out, but now people are under the low eaves and have to bow their heads.

The mountain roads were still muddy, and there were many wounded, so Bai Zimo had to stay one more. He had already sent cavalry to deliver a message to his father reporting the reasons for the delay and the losses.

Bai Zimo had nothing to do and comprehended the formation patterns on the Wind Thunder Blade, his Qi Refiner Master just took him into the door and left, and if he didn't learn to refine magic weapons, there really wasn't much to teach.

Although the Qi Refiner also condenses the power of heaven and earth to himself, he is more still refining weapons and alchemy, and engaging in some strange things.

Their self-strength is all collateral products, and they are "non-mainstream".

Only generals like Bai Zimo who marched and fought only thought of gaining strength beyond ordinary people and making contributions on the battlefield.

Bai Zimo's master naturally didn't have any cheats left for Bai Zimo, so that his strength had stayed here for a long time.

With this Wind Thunder Blade, he could get a glimpse of the deeper things about the Qi Refiner, and of course, the most important thing was strength.

Bai Zimo didn't want to be a pedant like his master who had messy hair, ran all over the place, and talked about alchemy and alchemy for immortality.

"General, the soldiers who went out to explore the way have found something. The centurion came with a crutch, and he was wounded, but fortunately his life was saved.

Although he had also experienced life and death on the battlefield, he still shuddered at the thought of the ghosts in those cracks.

People are always afraid of demons. It is the fear that is etched in the blood, from time immemorial and even earlier, from the soul, from the fear of God.

Bai Zimo opened his eyes and saw more than a dozen soldiers carrying a big white fox parked in the middle of the camp.

Everyone gathered around to watch, and in the darkness, they could only hear the demon wind and shouts, but they couldn't get a full picture.

It wasn't until this demon fox was actually placed in front of them, under the sun, that they could feel shocked!

That mountain-like body, with six huge tails, is a real demon!

In this world, there are occasional demons, and they have only heard of them, but they have seen them for the first time.

Bai Zimo stepped forward, the fur on the big white fox was dirty, all blood and mud, and there was a gap in the back, which was its fatal injury.

"Where did you see this white fox? But you also saw a knife?" The gap behind the white fox was caused by his long knife, which had accompanied him for several years, and suddenly lost his heart and was still empty.

"General, a few miles away, there is nothing but this white fox. After the soldiers looked at each other, one of the team leaders said.

After being injured, he had been running for so long, and he must have lost the long knife in a corner.

Bai Zimo remembered that there were two little white foxes coming, presumably these white foxes came to save their sons. Bai Zimo sighed: "Bury it." ”

"General, bury ...... Buried?" The centurion didn't understand, although the fox skin was incomplete, but such a large piece was also a rare treasure!

"Well, the white fox saved his son, and he died here, more than a person

Heavy righteousness, bury it. Bai Zimo was sure that he had killed countless people but did not disregard life. If one day he can't keep that bottom line, and kills people for the sake of killing, he will fall into the devil's path.

Qi refiners cultivate the Tao and cultivate the heart.

"Obey!" said the centurion unwillingly, he didn't dare to disobey Bai Zimo's order, but it was a pity for this fox skin.

They dug a big pit on the spot and buried the white fox in it. There were no signs, just a few large rocks to press them so as not to be washed away by the rain.

In a caravan marching in the direction of Baidu, a beautiful woman brushed the blade of a long knife with her fingers.

One was careless, and her fingertips were cut by the blade, she frowned slightly, and looked at a line of small words on the knife: Xuanyuan Bai's Zimo.

Again, Bai Zimo and the others hit the road again, all the way to the cold city unimpeded.

There were people waiting for him there for a long time, and he didn't have to take care of the grain, grass, and baggage, including slaves. If it weren't for the way this time, he wouldn't have been asked to do the work of this grain transport officer.

"By the way, put that grimacing bronze slave with that crappy man together, and tie him up to the battlefield. Bai Zimo commanded again, but did not explain the reason.

The centurion in charge of the army slave formation didn't ask, just obey the order, but this big slave with a ghost face, could it have been a ghost army?

The military slave camp is said to be a camp that is a grass hut that leaks on all sides, surrounded by a fence and heavily guarded.

The slave camps were separated by a distance, making it easy to manage and suppress.

In particular, they were then separated and mixed into various slave camps, lest any of them get acquainted with each other and cause any trouble.

The slaves here are all bandits, robbers, wicked people who have committed crimes, typical wicked camps.

The people who appear here are all a group of outlaws who may not have the next meal after eating the last meal.

Especially the lame, they were divided into only a dozen slaves, and they had hundreds of slaves in their line.

The "aborigines" stared at the dozen or so newcomers who had just arrived, all of them wounded, and flies fluttering around them.

Some of these people have already been on the battlefield once, but few have survived the battlefield twice.

They survived because the left army won the battle, and the enemy army didn't care about killing them.

But as soon as there is a person who is alive twice, he will be incorporated into a mortal battle by the people of the Left Army.

They would not let these slaves go off the battlefield alive, their hearts were already filled with fear and hatred, and they could survive by their luck and the hope they desperately held.

Once acquitted, it is like opening hell and releasing evil spirits, they are just a bunch of crazy people fighting for their lives.

This group of crazy people stared at these normal people, who were just relegated to slavery, but did not really understand the true meaning of the word slave.

Seeing others as slaves and oneself as slaves are two things that are incompatible.

They are still bandits, criminals, framed citizens, oppressed dissidents, and the only thing they are not is slaves.

Sent to death by military slaves.

A new slave finds an open space and prepares to sit down and rest. I haven't sat down yet, but I was grabbed by my ankle!

He looked down, and a pair of indifferent eyes came into view, and with it, the world was spinning!

He was pulled to the ground by the man and lost his balance. The back of his head slammed heavily on the haystack, and if it weren't for the softness of the haystack, he would be able to get up.

A smell of blood appeared in his mouth, and before he could react, the man sat down on top of him, and pulled out the rations he had hidden in his mouth, and the two black nests that were left.

The man sat down on the man lying on the ground, dead or alive, and stuffed his head into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten for decades.

The man shook his head and tried to stand up, but he couldn't muster his strength. Although the black nest head is unpalatable, he is also hungry, and he can save it, but he doesn't want to be robbed!

He wanted to snatch it back, but was punched in the face by the man, his nose bleeded, and he didn't dare to resist anymore.

He lay on the ground and turned his head to look at the officers and soldiers guarding outside, who were coldly watching and were not surprised.

At this moment, the remaining aboriginal slaves rose up one after another!

The target is these fat sheep who have just come in and don't know anything!