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A man pushed the door out,

"Squeak".

The crisp and gentle sound of pushing the door opened the curtain of a new day.

In the courtyard, Mo was shaking his muscles with the wind, sweating like rain, his qi was vigorous and sharp, almost overflowing, and the red blood qi swelled his skin, as if it would erupt from his pores at any time.

Gradually, he suddenly felt that his heart seemed to be uncontrolled, beating faster and faster, beating more and more powerfully, the vigorous blood flow rate accelerated, accompanied by a loud sound, like the Yangtze River, clearly and smoothly traversing every organ of the body, from the top of the head to the center of the feet, from the five internal organs to the six internal organs, every point of the body, and even every capillary, there was no longer a sense of stagnation, a sense of roundness, transparency, and perfection invaded the heart.

The pinnacle of forging body!

Just now, Mo Suifeng really felt that he had reached the peak of his forging body, the impurities in his whole body were exhausted, his strength was unimpeded, and he had become a mixed element.

Mo Suifeng closed his eyes slightly, his mind moved slightly, under his own control, his muscles contracted, his heart beat slowed down, and the blood in his thin hair slowed down rapidly, and his whole body suddenly retracted, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into nature and disappeared.

Between the retraction and release, the whole body is under control of the heart, the same is true of the heart, and the same is true of other organs.

Mo opened his eyes with the wind, his demeanor was natural, and after wiping a handful of sweat, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, sure enough, actual combat is the best way to improve his cultivation, yesterday's fight and the tempering of the Ten Thousand Demon Stream, his own body finally went to the next level.

The strength of the physical body has been refined, the qi and blood have reached the peak of the physical body, according to the last record of "forging the body and hiding the essence", the tempering of the physical body can be temporarily over, and the next step is to practice power control and integration into the will.

The strength has reached its peak, but it has not yet been transformed into strength, it has not been integrated with its own will, force is force, not strength; only by integrating into the will, turning the force into strength, and then mastering the body with spirit, controlling the strength, the will and spirit are combined into one, holding the strength and returning the strength, sending and receiving from the heart, becoming a flawless body inside, and becoming a body without leakage outside, that is the peak of the real forging body, in order to step into the period of nourishment without regrets.

What is spirit? What is will?

Mo Suifeng does not have a clear answer in his heart for the time being.

The first step is to find your own will, and this kind of thing is not urgent, so let's find it slowly.

"Childe, it's time for breakfast," Shi Zixuan's crisp voice sounded.

"Aunt Shi, I'll take a shower and come. Mo Suifeng touched his belly, he was indeed a little hungry, every time he exercised his body, he was covered in stinky sweat, there was no way.

Shi Zixuan, who was over thirty years old, still had a demeanor, and through the window she saw Mo entering the bedroom with the wind.

Shi Zixuan held a shovel in her hand, and looked at the place where Mo Suifeng practiced with a solemn face, where the hard bluestone ground had already become like a spider's web, with layers of cracks, dense rubble, and even several places where the power exploded, layers of powder were still floating in the wind.

"Suifeng, this kid, has so much strength, shouldn't he break through again!After the New Year, he'll be almost sixteen years old, hehe....." Shi Zixuan was working and talking to herself, and she laughed weirdly as she spoke.

After breakfast, Mo drank tea leisurely with the wind, holding the glowing token in his hand and kept playing, the girl in the "Ten Thousand Demon Stream" last time was in too much hurry, and before she could ask her the origin of the token, she let her run away, what a mistake.

Shi Zixuan didn't seem to be in a hurry to go home today, and after cleaning up the tableware, she also sat on the side with a cup of tea with a smile, and secretly looked at the young man opposite while drinking tea.

Although Shi Zixuan only knew a little about martial arts, she clearly remembered that before practicing boxing in the morning, Mo Suifeng still had a bulging body, strong blood, and a fierce qi, and even a look like an awl piercing, he was definitely a martial arts master;

"Liar, how can it change so much!" Shi Zixuan couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

"Aunt Shi, is there something wrong?" Mo Suifeng felt Shi Zixuan's strange gaze.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

"By the way, Suifeng, after the New Year, you will be almost sixteen years old!" Shi Zixuan waited for Mo Suifeng to answer with an expectant expression.

"Ah! yes" Mo Suifeng was slightly stunned, Aunt Shi's words reminded him of the "matchmaker" in the TV series in his previous life.

Shi Zixuan's eyebrows were happy, and she hurriedly pulled the stool over,

"With the wind, sixteen years old is not too young, and we should almost all be born here.............."

At this moment, a supreme coercion came from above.

Shi Zixuan's words behind Mo Suifeng didn't hear a word clearly, and hurriedly swept up his spiritual sense, I wiped it, what's the situation.

In the spiritual sense, above the roof, three Taoist monks with swords on their feet, one old man and two middle-aged people, stood out of thin air, and the robes of the three were swaying in the wind, hunting sound, looking majestic and majestic.

Ah, wait, how can the clothes of these three people feel a little familiar, Mo Suifeng suddenly felt a sense of weakness for no reason.

Suddenly, Mo slapped his thigh with the wind, and finally remembered, this, isn't this your mother the "virtual yuan" sect standard uniform?

Ji Ling Ling shuddered, Mo Suifeng seemed to understand something, and while gesturing, he lowered his voice and said to Shi Zixuan, "Aunt Shi, hurry, hide quickly, there are enemies outside!"

After finishing speaking, Mo was a little on tiptoe with the wind, his waist was forced, and he didn't go to the front door, but went out of the window directly.

Shi Zixuan didn't know what was going on, and watched Mo Suifeng jump out of the window inexplicably, looking dazed, thinking, "Suifeng, I just want to mention a kiss, you won't jump out of the window!"

However, it was too late, it was too fast, Mo Suifeng had just jumped out of the window, and an invisible giant hand carried a monstrous might, and slapped on the roof of Mo Suifeng's house without the slightest obstacle.

Under the strong force of the giant hand, the house made of incomparably hard bluestone, like a tofu block, was completely flattened without the slightest resistance, and in the blink of an eye, the broken stone and wood fell in all directions, and a large puff of smoke and dust rose into the sky.

Mo Suifeng outside the house was caught off guard, and he was also disgraced, but Shi Zixuan in the house was so pitiful that he couldn't even hum, and it turned into a meatloaf in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the crumbling and collapsing houses, Mo burst with the wind.

"No.........," a terrible cry came out of his throat.

Mo Suifeng couldn't believe that this was true, the wind rushed to the collapsed house, trembling hands, kept shaving, trying to dig Shi Ruoxuan out of the stone pile.

"Master, there's still a living mouth here!I'll go down and kill him!" A middle-aged Taoist man above his head saw Mo Suifeng and said contemptuously.

"Go, remember to bring back the token of the void yuan!, let's go meet the totem of this tribe!" An old voice replied indifferently, and then took another Taoist priest and turned into a streamer and walked away. For Mo Suifeng and the collapsed house on the ground, as if it didn't exist at all, he didn't even look at it again, and the ant-like existence was completely out of his eyes.

Seeing that the master had already gone away, the middle-aged Taoist lowered the flying sword, landed on the ground, and walked towards Mo Suifeng leisurely.

"Bald donkey, hand over the token, and then cut yourself, saving the Taoist the trouble!" said the middle-aged Taoist proudly.

The words of the middle-aged Taoist were like a basin of cold water poured on Mo Suifeng's heart, Mo Suifeng finally came to his senses, he slowly stood up straight, but on his dusty face, two tear stains were clearly visible.

Mo Suifeng stared at this Taoist like a dead man, and the monstrous killing intent erupted from Mo Suifeng's body without warning.

"Oh, it's still a warrior!" The middle-aged Taoist felt the killing intent and Mo Suifeng, but he still didn't care.

"Why, why did you destroy my home?" Mo Suifeng asked in a low voice.

"Hehe, why, you also deserve to ask, dead bald, what kind of eyes are you!" Although the middle-aged Taoist had a tough mouth, Mo Suifeng's eyes were very fierce, and he trembled in his heart for no reason, and after reaching out and touching the things in his arms, he calmed down again.

"It's just you, die!" Mo Suifeng didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, his body was running up, and he was going to give this person a ruthless blow, this person should die.

However, Mo Suifeng had just rushed to about three meters in front of the middle-aged Daoist, and a white light rose up, bringing up an invisible wave of qi, and a wall of qi appeared so abruptly and blocked in front of him.

"Haha, that's all it takes, I'm laughing at the Dao Master! Dead bald, come here!"

The middle-aged Daoist saw that Mo Suifeng had failed to break through the defensive qi wall, and laughed wildly.

Before Mo Suifeng could speak, the Taoist said viciously: "If you are capable of this, then ........... you can die."

The Taoist raised one hand, and a flying sword appeared out of thin air,

The Taoist whispered the mantra: "Go"

The flying sword shot out like lightning.

After a moment of defeat, Mo Suifeng finally recognized the form, this time these three Daoists were much stronger than that Void Yuan.

The flying sword grabbed the air, the cold light rose, and a stinging pain came from Mo Suifeng's skin, which was the instinctive reaction of the martial arts master's body to danger, and the prediction of the enemy's attack.

Already knowing the direction of the flying sword, Mo Suifeng was determined in his heart, his body was like a mountain, and he did not move, but his body was slightly lower, his muscles were tense, and he was waiting for his strength.

After the flying sword circled in the air, it bypassed the qi wall and killed from the rear, Mo Suifeng was not flustered, his body was slightly sideways, his waist, shoulders, and arms were exerted at the same time, and his right hand flashed with a faint yellow light, condensed into a knife style, and slashed the sword body.

"Bang"

The two collided, and the flying sword flashed with white light, trying to stop it, but it couldn't hold it even for a moment, the white light shattered, and Mo Suifeng slashed at the flying sword with the power of ten thousand jun.

With a wail, the flying sword fell to the dust, but I don't know what kind of material this flying sword is made of, although the sword body was bent by Mo Suifeng, but the flying sword was not broken.

The flying sword was connected to the monk's mind, the flying sword was destroyed, and a trace of blood escaped from the corner of the middle-aged Taoist's mouth, obviously injured.

"Bald donkey, there are two hits! But today you must die. ”

The middle-aged Taoist's face was pale, he stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Mo Suifeng fiercely, his face was also gloomy, although he was much more solemn, but he did not panic at all.

Mo Suifeng sighed in his heart, this kind of character who is not chaotic is the most difficult to deal with, the opponent's flying sword was destroyed, but he was still able to calm down, it seems that this time he has encountered a hard stubble.

"Blowing the Wind"

Middle-aged Taoists recite mantras.

Mo Suifeng felt that around him, the air flow was spinning rapidly, and a strange black wind rose from the ground.....