The air flow scurried around, and the aimless whirling was obediently flattened, and then divided into hundreds of true qi, leading directly to the various acupoints. When the airflow surrounds the mouth of the acupuncture point, the fingers are straight, and the hands are like a peng spreading their wings, and they fall directly to click on the acupuncture point. It's so fast, it feels dazzling. There is no missing point in all the key points of the body. There are a few points on the back, and the hands can be bent to the limit and easily touched.

When the acupuncture points of the whole body were opened, Qianfeng's whole body exuded a faint glow. His eyes were still closed, as if he had never woken up from a dream. When the last passage opened, the True Qi beside the acupuncture points couldn't wait to rush in. The cave glowed, and the body seemed to be pierced by countless sharp swords, and one by one the holes appeared in the darkness, covering the whole body.

The white light of the acupuncture points slowly turned red, and the crimson blood gushed out, trying to break free from this imprisoned power and rush out of the body. Qian Feng's body was still underage, and this strange alchemy technique was extremely terrifying, and it was even about to tear his body apart. At this critical moment, the closed eyes suddenly opened, and the blood-colored eyes only swept away the strangeness of the body, and then closed gently. The palms swiped in the air, and the air currents condensed into a ball, and then pressed into the body from the dantian.

The blood in the body seemed to be suppressed to death, and it was intended to rush out of the acupuncture channel, but this wave of control was simple and effective. The powerful True Qi pressed them back into the bloodlines again, and the acupuncture points returned to their original milky white color again, and the crimson was gone.

At this time, Qianfeng was still asleep, and even let out a low snoring sound. But what happened in this hut in the dark of night was very peculiar. Another mysterious black shadow controlled the young man's body, as if he was hungry for alchemy.

He didn't even look at the written records of the books, as if the skills had already been memorized, and all he needed was to review the process.

Ordinary people may have to ponder for a few months, and then cultivate for a few years before they can rush into the second level of strengthening, which can be regarded as a blessing. But this black shadow wanted to rush a body that had never practiced martial arts into the third level of body refining in one night, which was really crazy!

The night was getting darker, and the hillside was silent. Lele's ears were already drooping, and he was lying on the ground sleeping like a dead pig. What kind of door is this guarding! The master of his own house was practicing in full swing and was in high spirits. With such a good opportunity not to sleep, when will it be?

Inside the house, the black shadow was still opening up the acupuncture points over and over again, and then injecting true qi. Before you know it, you have already reached the second level of refining body, and now you are facing the critical moment of breaking through the third level.

"Uh...... Poof!"

Suddenly, Qianfeng's face turned dark, and his hands grabbed the collar on his chest. A wave of pain struck, and he slammed into the ground and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

He hurriedly tapped his temples with his fingers to guide the sleeping Qianfeng not to wake up. Then open the Heavenly Pillar, the Wind Pool Cave, and repair the injury. A burst of luck healed, and the body returned to peace.

"What a broken book, a mess of copying!"

The black shadow was really pitted by the book-copying vendor. A general idea, cultivating exactly according to the picture. Unexpectedly, this pattern was painted according to the gourd, and the hawker was dazzled by a few strokes, and as a result, he almost went crazy and cut off his meridians.

But the mysterious man has a huge background, not only can he reverse the intricacies of luck, but this blurred picture does not affect him in the slightest to continue to attack the third level of strength. Without any rest, he tried to continue to break through the remaining few acupuncture points. Skillful movements, as if I had learned alchemy before, familiar with the road.

"Feng'er, I haven't slept so late. The black shadow was practicing at a critical moment, and layers of fine sweat oozed from his forehead. But the old woman got up suddenly, and he hurriedly put away the true qi released, calming his heart and not moving.

"Why don't you speak, are you okay?" The old woman waited for a long time and didn't see Qianfeng's squeak, she sat up, intending to close her clothes and come down to take a look.

The mysterious man secretly exerted his strength, and a stream of true qi rushed straight to his head, and then volatilized on his face. His dark cheeks instantly turned a natural pale red, his closed eyes opened, and a smile hung on his lips.

He turned his head, exactly like the usual Qianfeng. Quietly walked over to the bed, then buried her head between her legs. "Mother, this book is so amazing, I forgot the time to practice. ”

The old woman gently stroked Feng'er's hair, her eyes full of pity. "Go to bed early, there is time during the day, don't burn your body. ”

"Hmm. You go to sleep first, I'm practicing for a while. ”

"Oh well. ”

Everything is so ordinary and full of warmth. But a hint of strangeness flashed in the corner of Qianfeng's eyes, and he secretly glanced at her and found that she was sleeping deeply again.

He stood up in timidity, then sat back in his chair. After a little meditation, he took a deep breath. In the crack of the broken tiles overhead, a ray of moonlight shone in. The sky is white, and time is passing silently......

The pale red cheeks turned black again, his eyes were closed, and a ball of true qi condensed into a ball again, slowly pressing into his body......