Ying Wenchang and Tong Hanchun heard a loud noise, so they rushed over one after another and broke into the house where Fang Zhongjin was.

This is unbelievable, it turned out to be a critical moment for Fang Zhongjin to enter the internal force and release it.

According to their Taoist statement, it is to cross the "little innate tribulation".

Neither of them had ever heard of a legend, and none of them had ever actually seen it.

Among them, Tong Hanchun was the most excited.

He was originally a pure-minded person, and in addition to martial arts, his favorite thing to study was alchemy.

Now seeing this situation that only appears in the book, how can it not make Tong Hanchun's blood boil?

I saw him carefully straighten Fang Zhongjin's body and return to sitting cross-legged.

At this time, Fang Zhongjin was as hot as a charcoal fire.

Tong Hanchun stayed beside him for a while, and he also felt sweat on his forehead.

In order to study unilaterally, this Taoist master has read a lot of Taoist collections.

It's a pity that the various exercises and ascension methods in these collections are too evil.

I don't know if the ancient powers can do it, but looking at the current world, we must let the mortal body cultivate according to what is said in the book.

That will inevitably lead to death before the cultivation is completed.

Until today, I have really seen someone enter the "Little Congenital Tribulation", and the various dislocations shown seem to be consistent with the collection in my memory.

Such a thing was placed in front of Tong Hanchun, and it was simply that he was crazy with joy.

Standing on the side, Ying Wenchang watched it for a long time, and couldn't help but say: "What are you stupid about? How to save you, I want to think of a way to come out!"

Tong Hanchun hurriedly restrained his happy expression, and said with a serious face: "His situation, I speculate that it is caused by the failure of a breath of true qi to be released, and the conflict of meridians in the body.

If we can help him straighten out this breath and let him regain his luck. Maybe he will be able to survive the 'Little Innate Tribulation'. ”

Ying Wenchang naturally knew that in this regard, his simple-looking junior disciple was an expert.

He nodded, holding his hands and watching. And Tong Hanchun carefully found the direction of the "life gate" and stretched out his hand to press it.

Actually, it's not hard to find. Because at this moment, Fang Zhongjin was sweating profusely and his clothes were soaked. It's just that the clothes at the "life gate" are dry and crumpled and stuck in one place.

Tong Hanchun went up with his tentacles, and sure enough, he felt that this place was hot, and it was better than other places.

It's just that the door is too hot, and the clothes that adhere to it are "dried".

Tong Hanchun ninja blazing ~ hot wants to push the palace for Fang Zhongjin.

How did he know that as soon as he was lucky, he was unexpectedly bounced away by the powerful internal force in Fang Zhongjin's body.

Ying Wenchang saw that his junior brother was different, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Tong Hanchun shook his head, exhaled and said, "Master Fang is too lucky. He is the same as the internal strength we practice, so if we go to push the palace for him, it will be no problem.

If he had crossed the catastrophe in another place, it would have been nine deaths. ”

After saying that, he beckoned his senior brother again and said, "You also come together and pour the internal force from his Mud Pill Palace."

The two of us worked together to straighten out his true qi. On my own, it's hard to shake. ”

Ying Wenchang was a little resentful of Fang Zhongjin before. But he also knew in his heart that he couldn't blame this young man after all.

Now that Fang Zhongjin is in the tribulation, if he doesn't help, it will be tantamount to killing this young man.

Ying Wenchang frowned and snorted, and said, "If you don't care about him, the hundreds of lives of the beggars will be blind in vain." ”

After that, he lifted the hem, rolled up his two sleeves, and pressed a big hand on Fang Zhongjin's eyebrows.

This press continued, Ying Wenchang was also taken aback.

How can a person be burned like this? Even a person who has a cold wind and cold will never be burned to this extent.

Immediately afterwards, he was flicked by the rampant true qi in the Mud Pill Palace.

This time it was exactly the same as the situation of his junior brother before, which frightened Ying Wenchang.

In response, Wen Chang didn't dare to be contemptuous anymore, and pressed his palm on Fang Zhongjin's eyebrows again with a solemn face.

He only felt that there seemed to be two internal forces in Fang Zhongjin's body, one of which was his true qi.

This breath is like a violent python wandering wantonly, and the conflict is disorderly.

The other true qi is like hitting the candle dragon of Buzhou Mountain, standing up to the sky and the earth, and it is extremely strong.

At this time, Ying Wenchang, in this room with more than a dozen charcoal pots, felt a chill on his back.

Ying Wenchang previously felt that he might not be as good as top masters like Senior Brother and Master Chenghui, but his own cultivation was only one line worse than them.

When the time goes up, Ying Wenchang is confident that there will be a day when he will be alone in the martial arts.

But until now, seeing this young man who is a generation younger, the internal force seems to be boundless.

Ying Wenchang finally had to admit that there is really a gap between people.

And Ying Wenchang thought that he was helping this young man straighten out his internal strength with his junior brother, but now he feels that they think too highly of themselves.

If this young man passes this hurdle, he will have the ability to look at the world, and if they want to do this, it will be too shallow.

It is not simple to straighten out the internal force, not only Ying and Tong are doing their best, but Fang Zhongjin's internal force that has not yet been chaotic is also reorganizing the chaotic "Storm Python" little by little.

Finally, after more than half an hour, Ying Wenchang and Tong Hanchun exhaled at the same time, one sat on the bed and the other on the ground.

The two of them knew that this true qi had been introduced into the right place, and the next thing was to rely on Fang Zhongjin's own luck to break through.

Tong Hanchun only felt that his muscles and bones were sore~ soft, and in order not to touch Fang Zhongjin's body, he carefully took it down from the side.

When Ying Wenchang saw him come down, both of them looked embarrassed after sweating and dried.

The two senior brothers looked at each other and smiled, and Tong Hanchun said again: "Master Fang's current situation is still quite dangerous, if someone has the intention of doing evil, he has no way to resist......"

Ying Wenchang said indifferently: "I know, you want to sweep the battle for him." ”

So saying, he crossed his knees on the ground and closed his eyes.

And Tong Hanchun smiled, and sat cross-legged like his senior brother, closing his eyes and calming down.

The two knew that Fang Zhongjin was still very fragile at this moment, so they were sitting cross-legged like this to protect the Dharma for this young man.

Although both of them seemed to sit with their eyes closed, in fact, the slightest change in the outside world could not escape the ears of the two of them.

I don't know how much time it takes to break through the physical realm from Fang Zhongjin, so the method of crossing his knees and closing his eyes is the most stable and long-lasting.

Just when the full moon was getting lower and the sky was dawning. Fang Zhongjin finally opened his eyes again.

He had a very difficult night, but when he opened his eyes, he found that everything was extremely clear.

Fang Zhongjin still remembers this clarity and experienced it once on Mount Hua.

Looking at the bed again, the second son of Wudang didn't know how long he had been sitting cross-legged.

Fang Zhongjin sighed in his heart: he actually owed Wudang again.

At this time, the house was stuffy, and the room was full of the salty smell of sweat.

Fang Zhongjin casually waved his palm in the direction of the wooden door.

I only heard a squeak, and the wooden door was automatically pushed open without wind.

The fresh air instantly swept in, and then Ying Wenchang and Tong Hanchun opened their eyes and looked at Fang Zhongjin in surprise.