"Whew~~ Something is wrong. ”

Meng Xiaofan stopped when he hit the third form of the tiger-shaped empty door punch, and at the same time, whether he hit the first punch or the second or third punch, Meng Xiaofan could fight very smoothly, but for some reason there was a trace of doubt in his eyes at this moment.

In the past, when he practiced Tiger Shape Empty Gate Boxing, he had never been in such a situation, and he was very smooth after a set of punches, and he would not seem to feel the lack of boxing methods as he did today.

In fact, what Meng Xiaofan didn't know was that after breaking through to the Qi Refining Realm, both his induction power and his perception of things had reached a new level, and now he was practicing the previous mortal boxing techniques and naturally felt wrong.

"Is it a problem with this punch? I wonder if I can change it a little. ”

Meng Xiaofan also guessed that it was a problem with boxing, and it was definitely not his own problem, he had practiced this set of boxing techniques since he was a child, and he was already too familiar to be familiar with it.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiaofan was not busy practicing but slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time, the routine of the tiger-shaped empty door fist was constantly replayed in his mind, and Meng Xiaofan began to reorganize those moves in his heart that he felt that the way was not suitable for him now.

After a while, I saw Meng Xiaofan palming one hand and clenching his fist in the other, standing in place, slowly understanding the essence of boxing intent.

After waiting for a while, Meng Xiaofan, who was originally clenched into a fist with one hand and spread his palm with the other, finally moved, and then his hands suddenly clenched into fists and bombarded out, this move was like thunder, fast as lightning, and the surrounding air accompanied the blast of his fist and produced the sound of breaking wind, and the air flow rolled, like two pythons wrapped around his thick arms.

"It seems that it is still a little bit worse, this momentum seems to be fought with brute force, and there is no artistic conception of boxing at all. ”

Meng Xiaofan stopped at this time, muttered in a low voice, frowned and pondered, his mind was full of tiger-shaped empty door fist moves, the punch he played before seemed to be powerful, but it was played by brute force, after this punch was practiced to be proficient, the will was strong enough, and he could control every part of his body, and at this time, no matter where he was, it could become a powerful means of attack when fighting against people.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiaofan began to try again, but this time he was not as fierce as before, but chose to rehearse the previous style with extremely slow movements.

At this time, the muscles on the arm shook one by one, like a living thing, and each muscle shook to drive a gust of wind, and the sound of the air exploding was terrifying.

"Hehe, that's right!"

Meng Xiaofan closed his fist in his abdomen and then jumped up, within three steps of his feet, the air flow was agitated, making a snapping sound, like a whip coming out, straddle the legs into the body, hit with both fists, hit in the air, a large area of air exploded, setting off a small range of strong wind, and then raised his legs to enter the body, with both fists, and continued the practice of the next move.

"Drink!"

Meng Xiaofan let out a muffled sigh in his mouth, and four feet in front of him, the air seemed to have turned into a sea wave, splitting into a straight air wave, like a thousand 5 wild horses galloping at the same time, with a huge momentum.

Meng Xiaofan has realized some of the comprehension of boxing techniques before, if this tiger-shaped empty door fist is a fist in the open, a hidden fist, and a hidden fist in the open, and a dark fist in the open box, when facing the enemy, it seems that there is only one punch, but behind a punch there is also a more turbulent dark fist, which will inevitably suffer in the case of the opponent's tempering, and at the same time, it can also maximize the power of the fist.

At this moment, the mana in Meng Xiaofan's body operated on its own while he swung his fist, and then the surrounding heaven and earth aura was slowly absorbed by Meng Xiaofan, and at the same time, every time he punched, an obvious wave of qi could be formed in the air.

I didn't expect that practicing boxing would produce such an effect in the body, and the body could start to absorb the aura on its own, although the speed of absorption was very slow, but it was able to practice boxing and deepen mana, so why not.

Thinking of this, his fists continued to be used one move after another under Meng Xiaofan's hands. The air around Meng Xiaofan was drumming more and more violently, and the sound of the air crashing was like the waves rising and falling, and in the end, the fist wind actually made a loud roar like a leather drum.

Meng Xiaofan stepped on the company camp, from the first practice of the tiger-shaped empty gate fist to the last one, his arms shook, like a dragon out of the abyss, and blasted forward.

Click!

Only two sounds were heard, and the crown of the ancient locust tree ten paces away trembled, and two slap dents appeared on the tree, and the bark cracked.

After a set of punches, Meng Xiaofan exhaled deeply, walked to the well again and cleaned it again with the clean water that he had brought up before, and then changed into the Taoist robe of the Silent Sect.

For example, today is already a little cloudy, looking at the light that appeared in the sky in the distance, thinking that it should not be long before the sunrise, although he did not feel a trace of tiredness after playing a set of boxing techniques, but was relaxed, and all his limbs became agile because of the boxing exercises.

Then Meng Xiaofan went to the kitchen and filled the empty water tanks with water, took two steamed buns and went outside, to Meng Xiaofan's surprise, every time he came to the kitchen in the morning, he didn't see the wind without a trace, but it was already done early, but everyone had a trace of **, and Meng Xiaofan didn't take the initiative to ask.

Seeing that the time was almost dawn, Meng Xiaofan walked up and down quickly, because now he doesn't know the so-called imperial weapon method, and he can't use the magic weapon to fly, but when it comes to the imperial weapon, he can only use it when the realm reaches the middle stage of qi refining, because the mana is not enough to use it easily, and it will be very fast, and it will be worrying to plant that life from such a high place.

With Meng Xiaofan's current speed, it took a lot of time to dare to reach Tianlang Peak, the king was still shrouded in the mountain peak of the night, Meng Xiaofan patted the Qiankun bag on his waist, and saw a flash of light A two-finger-wide token appeared in the palm of his hand, which is the token to enter this Tianlang Peak, this peak usually does not pass the permission to trespass and will inevitably be killed by the mountain protection array, and the disciples of Tianlang Peak rely on the token to enter and exit.

Boom!

The token was held tightly in his hand, Meng Xiaofan walked straight towards the stone path of the mountain peak, only to see a light curtain suddenly appear in front of the empty object, but Meng Xiaofan's figure easily passed through, unhindered at all, if you look carefully, you can see that the token certificate in his hand at this moment emits a blue light to wrap Meng Xiaofan inside.

And after Meng Xiaofan passed through the light curtain, the light curtain that appeared slowly disappeared and turned into its previous appearance, Meng Xiaofan also stopped and rushed towards the medicine field in the distance, watching the sky getting brighter and brighter, if he couldn't irrigate the spiritual liquid of the nine nine-turn yin and yang trees before sunrise, what happened to his shell couldn't afford it, these spirit tree shells were very delicate and withered, then he didn't dare to think about it.

Meanwhile.

On the top of a certain mountain peak of the Lonely Sect, there was a vague figure sitting next to a prominent mound, and through a glimmer of light, it could be vaguely seen that this was an elegant man, but at this time, the man's eyes were full of sadness, and his white palm was on a standing stone slab in front of the mound.

This turned out to be a tomb!

"Master, the disciple has come to see you!"

A voice full of guilt slowly came out of the elegant man's mouth.