Zhao Ming waited for Master Huangmei to disappear, and he no longer cared about the outside affairs, and immediately threw everything to Li Lao, and went directly to the 'dormitory' to retreat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhao Ming can not use the so-called Cangshan Temple to look at it, but this six-vein divine sword is different, this is really something in front of him, and the six-vein divine sword has always been passed on, he also wants to see if this thing is as 'sudden' as later generations said, it can be compared to a machine gun.

Half an hour later, Zhao Ming put the six-vein divine sword on the bed decadently, he had to sigh that the person who created such a sword technique was a peerless genius, but this was useless to Zhao Ming, just looking at it and not being able to eat it, in Zhao Ming's opinion, even if the six-vein divine sword is cultivated, it is faster, the internal force consumption is smaller, and the power is about the same as the second-grade realm of a yang finger, and he still has to cultivate the six-vein divine sword to the fourth grade before he can start cultivating, which is still something that few people have ever refined him.

You said that it is better to concentrate on cultivating this thing.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not too pit, at least it's a machine gun, and a yang finger can only be regarded as a rifle, and you can really break through when you encounter a group fight." ”

Zhao Ming thought about it and felt that this six-vein divine sword was not without any benefits, at least he was not afraid of being beaten by the group in the future.

"Let's put it first, anyway, I can't cultivate now, I really don't know how Duan Yu's freak cultivates. "Zhao Ming can't figure it out, Duan Yu is simply a buy here, he can't explain it at all, he can learn everything at a glance, and he can meet his sister to save him at a critical time, Zhao Ming is a little skeptical that he is not God's illegitimate son... Oh... It should not be said that God, it should be the illegitimate son of the Jade Emperor, so it is reasonable.

Zhao Ming no longer thinks about it, but concentrates on healing, he now finally understands the pain of tuberculosis ghosts in the future, he feels that his lungs are breathing out when he has nothing to do, and the breath he exhales in has not had time to circulate, as if he has run halfway, if it weren't for Zhao Ming's profound internal strength, it is estimated that he would have been unable to stand it a long time ago.

Zhao Ming took out the porcelain bottle that Xuandu handed over to him from his arms, which contained even Shaolin's healing elixir Xiao Huandan, although it is not as precious as the big pill, but it is not something that can be seen outside, generally only the senior monks in the temple will carry a few to save their lives.

There are ten in Zhao Ming's bottle, and it is estimated that Xuandu's strength has not used it, so this time it will be all cheap Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming carefully took out one and put it in his mouth, picked up the wine gourd that he had put down in advance and poured it directly, and suddenly the medicinal power of Xiao Huan Dan and the medicinal power of Bao Jiu were urged together, Zhao Ming hurriedly transported the mixed yuan gong and began to transport the medicinal power to his lungs, and the medicinal power slowly nourished the wound of the lungs, Zhao Ming was not a little injured, but directly pierced a hole, this hole was bigger than a shot in the later life, if ordinary people would have burped.

Zhao Ming has never felt so refreshed, especially in the past ten days, his lungs have been burning and hurting, and now it is like a basin of ice water suddenly poured on this fire, it is not too cool, if it were not for the fear that Li Lao would misunderstand Zhao Ming would have shouted now.

The next time Zhao Ming spent the two things of cultivation and healing, he practiced mixed yuan gong at night, healed once a day in the morning and evening, and practiced a yang finger during the day, originally Zhao Ming's one yang finger had been cultivated to the peak of the six grades, and Zhao Ming never crossed the door, a big reason for this is that Zhao Ming didn't care, and let him enter the five products by himself, but this time he was worried about the six-vein divine sword, and he put his mind on it all of a sudden.

has been spent like this for a month, Zhao Ming's injuries are basically better, he only needs to recuperate for another month to be completely intact, and now as long as his lungs are not injured again, he can basically do it.

Zhao Ming suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, after a month of cultivation, he has not made much progress, but he has already cultivated his internal strength, but Zhao Ming is not ready to impact the next realm in such a hurry, and if he wants to hurry, he will not reach it, Zhao Ming still understands this truth, sharpening the knife is not a mistake for chopping wood, Zhao Ming is ready to sharpen his 'knife' again.

As for the progress of the Washing Pulp Sutra, the progress of the Washing Essence Sutra has been very slow since that breakthrough in the realm of Xiaocheng, Zhao Ming estimates that if he wants to make great progress, he may have to wait until his Dragon Elephant Gong enters the sixth-layer realm, but this time is not far away, Zhao Ming obviously feels that his Dragon Elephant Skill is about to reach the peak of the five grades, since the Washing Pulp Sutra has entered the Xiaocheng realm, his Dragon Elephant Gong cultivation is simply a thousand miles a day,' Whoosh' jumped up, Zhao Ming is really glad that he made the decision at the beginning, if it weren't for the cultivation of the Pulp Washing Sutra, his current dragon elephant function would not be able to reach the fourth layer.

However, these are not the reasons for Zhao Ming's joy, Zhao Ming is happy that his Yiyang Finger has finally broken through to the realm of the five grades, originally he thought that it would be no difficult to break through the five grades, but who knew that it would take a month to go in this time.

"No wonder those old monks have cultivated all their lives, that is, the realm of four grades, this is really difficult to practice, this time it was calculated by Duan Zhengming's guy again......" Zhao Ming guessed what Duan Zhengming was thinking at this time, this empty-handed white wolf trick Duan Zhengming can be regarded as practicing to the point of perfection.

However, Zhao Ming doesn't care, whether it is his own sooner or later, as long as the thing is in his own hands, it is impossible to run away, it is just a matter of time or later, Zhao Ming believes that his qualifications will take a year or two at most to cultivate the Yiyang Finger to the four-grade realm.

Zhao Ming got up and slapped his buttocks, this month's retreat Zhao Ming didn't feel anything else, this ass was numb, and he never thought that one day he would be able to feel no feelings.

"I really don't know how those people can stand it for months and months as soon as they cultivate. "Zhao Ming really can't stand such days, it is estimated that the longest time in this life to calm down and cultivate is the time of the Ethereal Peak, if he was not under house arrest, Zhao Ming would not have been ruthless, and half a year was devoted to cultivation, but now let Zhao Ming retreat for another half a year, Zhao Ming estimates that this is more uncomfortable than killing himself.

Open the door and look outside, at this time, the sun father-in-law had just gone to work, and Zhao Ming got up at the right time, and the warm sunlight shone on Zhao Ming's body all the way, and Zhao Ming suddenly felt a trace of warmth that he had not seen for a long time.

But then there was a gust of cold wind, and Zhao Ming woke up from the warmth all of a sudden, although Zhao Ming didn't care about this little cold wind, but he could still feel the warmth, Zhao Ming didn't wear much, and he was woken up by the cold wind.

"Why is it so cold? By the way, it's October now, and it's going to be the New Year again in a little more than a month, it seems that there is a place to spend the New Year this year, but I don't know how Shushen is, have you bought new clothes for the little girl, the little girl should be able to talk and leave now, right? You're going to be a year older......" Suddenly Zhao Ming felt a little old.

It may sound ridiculous, but Zhao Ming really feels very tired, he has never been so tired, he originally thought that Shushen would be a harbor where he could anchor, but in the end he found that his big ship could not stop at all, and even if he forcibly stayed, it would only collapse the dock in the end.

In the end, Zhao Ming's ship also said that it would return to the sea, thinking that leaving Zhao Ming didn't want to affect their mother and daughter, he didn't want them to just get out of the sea of suffering and enter the wolf's den, and leaving them could make them live a better life.

"Girl, I hope you can be happy......" Zhao Mingrani closed the door as soon as he saw it.