The morning sun shines on the heavens and the earth, sprinkling a touch of golden brilliance on the heavens and the earth. At the top of Kunlun Mountain, even though it will no longer be winter, there is still snow, and Zhao Zhijing is standing alone on the top of the mountain in white. I saw his fingers, claws, fists, and palms constantly changing, and his two feet stood on the top of the mountain like a giant god standing on the top of the sky.

If someone sees Zhao Zhijing's practice method at this time, they will definitely be surprised, there are thousands of people in the world who practice martial arts, all of them are cultivating their true qi, which is called qidao. Only those croppers who have not cultivated the True Qi Mind Method will temper their bodies to improve their combat power, which is what everyone in the rivers and lakes calls the crop trick.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing was tempering his body, and there was not the slightest true air flowing out of his body, which could be described as the flower fist embroidered leg in the rivers and lakes, without the slightest lethality. Zhao Zhijing has carefully studied the cultivation notes of the previous masters of the Ming Sect and the essence of martial arts left by the old man in the mountain since that day, and he will find his own martial arts path!

There are tens of millions of martial artists in the world, but at this time, no one has stepped into the innate wonderful realm, and that is because all the martial artists in the world are practicing qi. The true qi in the body of the warrior is like a sharp weapon of the divine weapon, and the human body is the scabbard that gathers the edge of the divine soldier, if the sword is sharp, but its sheath is rotten, it will naturally not be able to converge the edge, and it will be destroyed by the sharp edge of the divine soldier.

And Zhao Zhijing's patriarch Wang Chongyang is a typical example, Wang Chongyang was not very old when he fell, he was still at the peak of his life, and the golden age of cultivating martial arts. That is, his cultivation of his internal strength and true qi can be said to be the first in the world, but the martial arts of several people who discussed the sword with him were not as good as him but survived, at this time, because his world's first true qi buried his life, although there was a divine soldier in his hand, there was no scabbard that could restrain the edge of the divine soldier, and his life was buried by his advanced cultivation.

People all over the world work hard to cultivate martial arts and look forward to one day being able to win the world, but they don't want to die when their true qi exceeds the capacity of their bodies, which is really a huge irony!

At this time, Zhao Zhijing was preparing for his advanced innate level, tempering his body so that it could accommodate the impact of true qi. The sun in the sky continued to rise, and Zhao Zhijing's body also stopped at this time, and at this time, beads of sweat were left on his jade-like face, dripping on this mountain stone, making a slight sound.

He looked at the wind and clouds in the distance, felt the sensation coming from his body, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he only heard him mutter: "Fortunately, I am from the later generations, I have seen the understanding of the human body in the later generations, and I have also heard of the national arts, although I have not practiced, but at this time, according to my knowledge of martial arts, I still find out, as long as my body is tempered to the extreme, it is the time when I advance to the innate level, I am really looking forward to it!"

Time flies, and a few days just slip away before you know it. In a huge square on the top of the Ming Sect, Zhao Zhijing stood in the center in white clothes, and there were several disciples of the Ming Sect by his side, at this time, they were all holding wooden swords in their hands, looking at Zhao Zhijing in the field, and several people had a trace of doubt and puzzlement on their faces.

Zhao Zhijing swept everyone's eyes, and then beckoned, and several people saw a trace of reluctance on their faces, and attacked Zhao Zhijing. Suddenly, in the field, everyone waved the weapons in their hands and slashed towards their sect leader, although they were all wooden weapons, but under the infusion of true qi, they already had a power that should not be underestimated.

Zhao Zhijing looked at the sword slashing in front of him and listened to the whirring sound of the wooden weapon cutting through the air. His eyes were unusually focused, looking at the somewhat thin body that was like a giant at this time, the white jade hands had a Dao blue light flashing, the Dao cyan blood vessels were exposed from the white skin, and a pair of white jade-like hands became very different from before at this time.

Looking at the wooden knife and wooden sword that were about to split himself, Zhao Zhijing turned his hands into claws, and stepped forward, his hands that were not infused with true qi were like a pair of steel claws, grabbed the split sword, pinched it heavily, and the hard wooden knife was pinched out of the Dao Dao fingerprint.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing is sometimes like a giant eagle, although a pair of iron claws are not infused with true qi, but still have the power to cut gold and break jade, and sometimes like a wild giant bear, the giant palm like a fan drives a gust of palm wind, and the stone bricks that are split by the palm will also leave his palm shadow. The Ming Sect disciples outside the arena felt as if their eyes were dazzled at this time, and the sect leader in his eyes seemed to have no human figure, and he was dressed in white like a fierce beast in the mountains, sometimes a giant bear, sometimes a giant eagle, or a fierce tiger.

After a while, several people in the venue were knocked to the ground by Zhao Zhijing, and everyone looked at Zhao Zhijing's eyes with more admiration and worship at this time, in this era when the world is full of practicing internal qi, his sect leader did not use his true qi to defeat a few disciples with good kung fu, that is to create another rhythm of my way!

Zhao Zhijing stood in the middle of the field, looking at the departing Mingjiao disciples, with a hint of thought on his face. The slightly cracked lips came out of his Nana muttering to himself, and a small voice said: "The cultivation method of this national art is really of great use for refining one's body, in the next life, the vitality of heaven and earth will dissipate, and the human body will be difficult to produce true qi, and the martial arts will naturally only go all the way to refining the body." In later generations, the path of refining the body of Guoshu was divided into stages such as bright energy, dark energy, transformation energy, and holding Dan, and the true qi cultivation method at this time had to fight, one was a close-range battle, and the other was a long-range technique, which could be said to have their own strengths. As long as I cultivate the national art to the extreme, holding the Dan will be like a dragon egg, as long as I hatch the qi and blood red dragon, and then cultivate the true qi to the ultimate of the day after tomorrow. These two qi and blood are red dragons, and the true qi is transformed into Taoist Neidan is the dragon ball, and the two are fused into the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon, which can naturally break through the entrance, open up a new world, advance to the innate and embark on a different path of martial arts. ”

Thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing looked at the eyes of the sky and came back to his senses, he shook his head slightly and said to himself: "It's still too early to say anything at this time, my national art cultivation is still only the realm of Ming Jin, and I don't know how long it will take to reach the realm of subjugating the red dragon." Even although his True Qi cultivation is a rare master in the world, he still hasn't reached the ultimate of the day after tomorrow, and he doesn't know how far he is from the True Qi Dan Dao cultivation that he guessed!

In order to achieve one's conjecture as soon as possible, the only way to do this is to work hard and hope that day will come as soon as possible!" The sun on the horizon sprinkled on Zhao Zhijing's body at this time, pulling his figure often, like a god of the nine heavens, as if it was the arrival of that day.