"Cultivation?" Xiaobai was stunned.

Xuan Qingsi ignored their surprise, the jade hand waved lightly, the treasure wheel disappeared, but the giant pillar of blue light that penetrated the sky and the earth still existed.

The changes on this Smoke Cloud Mountain and the panic of everyone, as well as the chaos caused by the changes in this Smoke Cloud Mountain, are not to be mentioned for the time being.

Xuan Qingsi said that he went to a place to practice, and Wang Feng, who was pulled into the blue light by Baolun Weili, was lying on his back on the ground at this time, his eyelids trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.

The moment he didn't enter the blue light just now, he fell unconscious, not because of the treasure wheel, but because he was hit hard by Ning Zheng's black fire long ago, and was tossed by the unknown behemoth, and just at this moment he couldn't hold on and fainted.

Wang Feng held his drowsy head and clutched his chest, not bothering to figure out what was going on and where he was. At this time, he only felt that his body was a mess, and something was wrong.

Trying his best to condense the chaotic mind, he checked the situation in his body, and for a while he was shocked, and a trace of panic rose irrepressibly from the bottom of his heart.

I tried to run the True Qi, but I found that I couldn't lift even the slightest trace of True Qi at all, and there were faint bursts of stinging pain in the meridians in my body.

There were bursts of pain in the back lumbar spine that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the location happened to be his most reluctantly broken back spine that had not completely turned into the color of white jade, and it was also because of this small vertebral bone that Wang Feng was stuck in the second layer of the day after tomorrow and did not break through.

Now the flesh and bones in his body, the meridians and acupoints are all scorched black, the meridians are even more depleted, and the only gray-white spine is almost broken, as if it has been burned by a raging fire.

What else could have caused all this besides the black flame that Ning Zheng had used before?

The true qi in the body was as if it had been burned out by those tiny black flames, and there was no trace of true qi flowing in the meridians at all. The source of his Northern Spiritual Skill, the blood yang and the sea of qi, had already turned into two points of light, one red and one black, the size of soybeans.

Wang Feng didn't even know what the black flame was, where did he know what the black flame was, and what would cause such a situation, and now there was no difference between him and the total waste of internal force.

Misfortune is not a single line, not only is the internal force completely wasted, even if there is no internal force true qi, with the strength of the physical body alone, he is countless stronger than ordinary people, but his current goodness is even worse than ordinary people, it is simply a waste person. The reason lies in the spine that has not been completely refined.

The spine in the human body is the most important beam that supports the whole person, and for those who practice martial arts, it is the foundation of the fundamentals. This is a big dragon hidden in the human body, the so-called bone training in the second layer of the day after tomorrow, the first step is to force the true qi that only runs in the flesh and blood meridians into this big dragon, and go against the grain.

This is the so-called obedient adult in martial arts cultivation, and adversity is immortal.

Although skin refining and bone refining are only one step apart, they are the separation between immortals. This immortal refers to the fact that it is naturally not a true immortal, but the first step to achieve an innate immortal, and the first step to set foot on the difference between immortals and mortals.

The last step in bone refining is also among this great dragon, which is the spine that Wang Feng still hasn't turned into the color of white jade, also known as the Destiny Gate, which is the source of the innate essence of martial arts cultivation.

It can be said that it started here and ended here.

Wang Feng is now almost broken at the lumbar spine, and where is there still a little bit of martial arts, even if the two hands can still avoid strong force, but the lower half of the body is no different from paralysis.

How could he not panic in such a situation? He was so desperate to cry without tears.

Wang Feng was lying on his back on the ground, his eyes were dilated, he was looking at the sky without any focus, his mind was blank, and he had forgotten where he was.

What is the most important thing for a person who is dedicated to pursuing martial arts? Isn't it this martial arts? Although Wang Feng's heart is not full of martial arts, but the effort he has put into it is no less than anything, not to mention that he is not only losing all his martial arts now, but also becoming a cripple, it is not an exaggeration to describe his heart now.

"Grandpa, you look like there's someone over there!"

At this moment, a crisp and immature, even milky voice sounded, but Wang Feng didn't react at all, because his five senses still existed now, but his heart was like death, he couldn't see or hear.

A few cheerful footsteps of 'Da Da Da' kept approaching Wang Feng's side.

"Ugly, slow down, be careful not to fall!" an old voice continued.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a childish exclamation sounded.

"What's the matter?!!

A little boy of four or five years old next to Wang Feng sat on the ground, still with a frightened look on his face.

The old voice called him ugly, but in fact the little boy was not ugly at all, but very beautiful. Although he was wearing a shabby coarse cloth short coat, a small face was carved in pink and jade, and a pair of smart and bright little eyes looked at Wang Feng, who was lying on the ground like a big character and did not react, and his round face showed a look of fear and hesitation.

Seeing his grandfather running over, 'Ugly' pointed to Wang Feng on the ground and said aggrievedly: "Grandpa, this person looks so ugly, uglier than Ugly." ”

'Grandpa' ran over and saw that the little boy was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked along the little boy's little finger, Rao is that he has been through the wind and rain for a long time, and his heart can't help but be shocked.

Wang Feng couldn't see the two people around him at this time, and the two of them were taken aback by his appearance, maybe they didn't hear it, maybe they heard it, but they just didn't hear it, and they didn't have the strength to pay attention to it, let alone care about what these two people would have such a reaction to.

The old man Duanmuhai looked at Wang Feng on the ground, his white eyebrows furrowed. Because at this time, Wang Feng's appearance was really terrifying, like a dry and cracked surface, his face was full of cracks, and the blue and black color made him look even more terrifying and terrifying.

It's like a cracked mud brick burned by a fire, but this is human flesh and blood, how can it be like this after being burned by fire? Duanmuhai has not seen a living person burned alive by fire, where can this be?

Although his eyes are dull, there is no doubt that he is alive.

Although Wang Feng's current appearance is very scary, it is not to the point where he does not dare to look at it. Although I don't know what made Wang Feng become like this, but after living a lot of age, these eyes are much more powerful than ordinary people, at least I can see the despair and dazed heart from the eyes of this strange man in front of him who are still open.

"Grandpa, he's so pitiful. ”

The clown looked at his grandfather with dark little eyes, of course he didn't know what despair was at a young age, but he could feel that the strange person in front of him seemed to be sad.

"Is he sick? Shall we help him?" The immature child's voice and the pleading in the little boy's eyes also intensified the intolerance that had already arisen in Duanmuhai's heart.

"Hou Sheng, what happened to you, but you met the Liao?" Duanmuhai squatted down beside Wang Feng and asked.

Although it is not said that there have been many years of war disasters and chaos in the world, there has never been peace between the two countries, as if it were the border between the two countries. The Song State is weak, and it is not a strange thing that the Liao people burn, kill, and loot in the Song State from time to time. Fortunately, the place where they live is a small fishing village near the sea, which is located in a remote area, except for their thirty or so households, which are inaccessible and relatively stable.

In his mind, Wang Feng in front of him may have encountered the Liao people and was killed and left here.

"Afterlife?"

Duanmuhai called a few times in a row, but Wang Feng still didn't react.

"Alas......" Duanmuhai sighed, although he didn't know the inside story, he also felt Wang Feng's dead air.

"Ugly child, you go back to the village and ask your old Uncle Niu to bring a few people, let's carry him back. The knife-like wrinkles on the old man's face showed infinite vicissitudes, but they couldn't hide the enthusiasm in his heart.

"Hmm!" Ugly nodded her little head happily, as if she had forgotten that she was so frightened by Wang Feng that she sat on the ground just now.

In a moment, a big man in a shabby short coat with bare bronze arms, and two sturdy villagers appeared under the leadership of Chou'er, and several of them carried Wang Feng, who seemed to be unconscious, back to the small fishing village.

At this time, Wang Feng was lying in a dilapidated but sturdy cabin.

As early as when a few people carried him back, he had already recovered from despair, but he did not say a word, and let these people do it.

"Big brother, are you uncomfortable?" The clown lay on the side of the bed, his eyes looked at Wang Feng on the wooden bed without blinking, although his current appearance was scary, he could still distinguish the approximate age, so just now the old Duanmu opened his mouth and called him the next child.

"Big brother, are you good at talking to the clown?" The ugly pouted with a pink mouth, which ordinary peasant child is not covered in mud and snot, where can he be as white as the clown, not to mention that in this seaside fishing village, the wind and the sun are blowing, and the skin should be even rougher. But the clown's skin is pink and tender, and the person is also pink. It has to be said that it is a miracle that such an outstanding villain can appear among the fishermen by the sea.

The little boy usually only saw so many people when he came and went in the fishing village, and he was tired of seeing it for a long time, and the child's heart was already curious, and all new things could attract his attention, even Wang Feng's terrifying appearance at this time was completely left behind, just thinking that this big brother who had never seen him could play with him.

Wang Feng's godless eyes turned slightly, glanced at the child next to him, and then turned back, looked at the roof, and didn't say a word.

A villain pouted and glared at Wang Feng, who looked like a living dead, and after a long time, Lao Duanmu's voice came from outside the house: "Doctor, it's here, you can help take a look." ”

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(Xie Luxie's 'Book Friend 121212171657650', 'Dugu Chenyuan' voted for the update, and finally ate it.) And for the friends who hope that the Maverick will break out, I disappointed you, it's 3,000 words today, I didn't save the manuscript, I came back late, I can't afford to hurt, thank you. ）