Participation refers to this, this fingering, it seems that there is only one move, ordinary, simple, but the momentum is extremely strong, domineering, and the internal force consumed is very much, really to practice, complicated and abnormal, and in many places, it is very difficult, without a long time of enlightenment and penance, it is impossible to practice.

However, Murong Fu is naturally not a person who is stumped when he sees a little difficulty, in the face of such a subtle and magical fingering, Murong Fu is even more convinced of the shocking vulgarity of the family heirloom mastery, in the original book, Murong Fu is vulnerable, why not not cultivate the family heirloom mastery to the home? And he will never follow Murong Fu's old path.

In the process of this, time passes day by day. However, in addition to being a little familiar with the cultivation method of the "Participation and Combination Finger", Murong Fu couldn't even get started, let alone use it.

This fingering is indeed subtle and profound, at least, now this fingering has made Murong Fu a little anxious and miserable, Murong Fu has been just a person since he was a child, what does he not understand about martial arts, he can only rely on himself, I don't want Qiao Feng, the first master, Master Shaolin Xuanku, has been teaching for ten years with all his might, and how many detours have been missing? The second master, Wang Jiantong, gradually accepted Qiao Feng after discovering that Qiao Feng had both benevolence and righteousness, and even taught the beggar gang stunt to descend the dragon eighteen palms, compared to Murong Fu, his father pretended to be dead, and secretly learned Shaolin seventy-two stunts all the year round, and when he encountered a problem, he could only ask Wang Yuyan, but Wang Yuyan could only study martial arts after all, but it could not let Murong Fu take many detours.

Think about Xuzhu, purely by luck, first got the internal strength of Wuyazi for more than 70 years, and then was forced to teach martial arts by Tianshan Tong's grandmother, and then got the internal strength of Tianshan Tong's grandmother and Li Qiushui, none of them were cultivated by themselves, all of them were ready-made, how could you let Murong Fu, a son who had been cultivating hard for decades, be embarrassed?

Compared with Duan Yu again, first the Northern Shen Skill, Ling Bo Weibu, and then easily absorbed the internal force of countless masters, the internal force arrived, and it was easy to learn the Six-Vein Divine Sword, just like that, the half-hung Six-Vein Divine Sword that had not been systematically studied, just suddenly, Murong Fu, who had been practicing martial arts for decades, seemed vulnerable in front of him.

Murong Fu didn't have these opportunities, and he didn't have a famous teacher to teach, so he could only choose to work hard, and pay ten times the effort of others to chase, and the distortion of Murong Fu's mind in the later period didn't have the unwillingness to be angry at this providence? Xuzhu's adventure, in such an environment, how can Murong Fu not be distorted?

Thinking around, Murong Fu looked at the secret book of the fingers in his hand, no wonder the ancestor of Murong Longcheng once proudly said to himself, he used to rely on this fingering method back then, rampant in the world, and there were few opponents.

In the past half a month, Murong Fu doesn't know how many times he has read this secret book, however, the secret book is still the secret book, the fingering practice portrait is still the fingering practice portrait, there is no change, and his current behavior is just a habit formed in the past half a month.

Every time he had nothing to do after practicing swordsmanship, he would take the secret book of the finger and look at the portrait of this fingering exercise in a daze.

However, for half a month, nothing was found. Even Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a little impetuous, fortunately, every time such a situation occurred, he forced himself to suppress it, but in this way, it was not a long-term strategy after all, if it was like this all the time, when he really wanted to succeed in cultivating this fingering, he didn't know what kind of time he would have to wait.

However, this time, it seems to be a little different, all along, after the completion of the Shenhe Mind Method, Murong Fu looked at the Shenhe Finger cheats blankly, this time Murong Fu has not finished the exercises, but the Shenhe Finger Cheats fell out by accident, although Murong Fu found that he couldn't move between the exercises, he only opened his eyes and looked at the Shenhe Mind Method on the ground.

When he sat at this angle, he looked at it, and the fingering seemed to move, although there was not much ink and a few brushstrokes, but it was indeed lifelike, and he never got tired of looking at it.

In such an instant, Murong Fu was actually blessed to the soul, the slight movement of the finger was directly imprinted into the depths of his mind, although there seemed to be no movement afterwards, at this time Murong Fu had finished the exercises, but there was also a finger in his mind, according to the practice route drawn on the fingers, moving slowly, and then driving the following changes, and then, what is a finger in Murong Fu's mind!

Murong Fu opened his eyes suddenly, two purple rays, fleeting, he rose vertically, his right hand raised, shrunk, and then suddenly bent his fingers, and his fingers popped out.

"Poof!"

A purple finger, like wind and thunder, like fire and electricity, carried a fierce, terrifying, public, and domineering momentum, and slammed into the stone wall, leaving a piercing fingerprint.

"This ...... Is it the power of the fingers?"

I just had a clue, and unexpectedly, by chance, I realized what I had learned, and as soon as I showed it, its power was so great that Murong Fu couldn't help but lose its color.

"This is only the preliminary stage, if the participation finger training reaches the highest stage, colorless and phaseless, then the power, I am afraid that it will be earth-shattering, and it can really crisscross the world, how can such fingering be worse than the six-vein divine sword?"

Even if he thought about it, Murong Fu couldn't help but have some blood boiling, but unfortunately, he also knew that such a subtle and magical martial art was so difficult? He had only practiced to the first stage, and a purple shadow appeared with a finger, you must know that his father Murong Bo had practiced to the colorless and phaseless phantom stage, which showed how strong his internal strength was.

Murong Fu shook his head, instead of thinking about this, it is better to think about it, how to practice this ginseng finger well, when the time comes, the power will be several times greater than now

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, but at this time, it has been three years in a hurry.

The sky is gray, the light rain is dripping, occasionally a gust of wind blows, the rain is sprinkled in the air, containing a wonderful arc, at this moment it is the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, sometimes calm down, taste the beautiful scenery in the rain is also a pleasure.

The purple-clothed young man sitting on a boulder in the open space closed his eyes and meditated, as if he did not feel the rain falling, letting the rain fall on his body, with the increase of rain, the surrounding flowers and trees seemed to be moisturized, full of spring, and some hollows became puddles because of the fall of the rain, these puddles, large or small, deep or shallow, raindrops fell into the puddles, pointing out a circle of ripples of different sizes, and the purple-clothed young man was still exercising the exercises in his body with his eyes closed.

Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain!

Ripples are born, expand, disappear......

And so on!

At this time, the purple-clothed young man suddenly floated up in the air, flew into the air, and sucked the elegant and noble long sword lying on the ground into his hand with one palm, and practiced swordsmanship one move at a time.

Each swing of the sword inevitably stirred up a circle of transparent water-colored ripples.

The rain was still falling, and the young man was completely immersed in the swordsmanship, his body was moving in mid-air, and the sword light was swirling around his body, swaying wantonly, visible to the naked eye, the speed of the rain falling seemed to be slow, as if he was doing slow motion.

And the actions of the youth, as always, were smooth and unaffected.

The sound of the young man's sword practice shook the rain to fly, and he mustered up his internal strength, and a sword swept out, and a large area of falling rain seemed to have the intention of stopping, and then the long sword in the young man's hand flicked and stabbed obliquely into the earth, and the young man also stopped practicing the sword.

The rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River comes and goes quickly, just now it was still pouring rain, but at this moment it is a fire hanging in the air, the golden light is blocked from the fog, at a glance, the colorful colors of the Tao are pervasive, bright and weird, Murong Fu stood with his hands in his hands, and the noble sword of the protector of the country on the side was obliquely inserted into the ground.

Regardless of the strong wind, Murong Fu's body was motionless, only the clothes were hunting, and after a long time, Murong Fu came back to his senses, pulled out the sword of protecting the country that stabbed obliquely, returned to the sheath, wrapped his hands around the sword of the country, and left this place of sword practice.