Beiming is a good thing, and Wang Feng is not reluctant, but this is not in line with his strategy, so he doesn't consider it.

Quanxin heart method, Xuanmen authentic, extremely pure, good internal strength, but the progress is too slow, it's okay to take it for reference, but when the cultivation is too wasteful, don't consider it.

Then, there's only the last gate.

The Zixia Gong of the Huashan School!

Huashan Jiugong, Zixia first!

The Zixia Gong in the original work is said to be transmitted from the Quanzhen Sect, and some even say that it is innate Gong. No matter what the original work is, in Wang Feng's opinion, his Zixia Gong is not weak at all. Because this exercise, like his Northern Underworld, can absorb the aura between heaven and earth, warm his own body, and enter the realm much faster than a general martial arts exercise, and there is no need to worry about an unstable foundation.

The difference is that Beiming is a picky eater who does not suck anything, but Zixia Gong is a picky eater. Only absorb the morning sun and the sunset when the sun sinks, the glow between heaven and earth. With the power of the sun, the transformation of yin and yang poles, the cultivation of Haoran purple qi, forging the foundation, warming and nourishing the true qi, the magic is not weak at all.

Wang Feng touched his chin, there was only this one, and he had no choice. Although he now has more than these three internal skills, but in addition to the North Underworld, Wang Feng is most interested in this one, although he has been "referencing" for a short time, but he faintly feels that this internal skill is not simple, but he now has the Northern Spiritual Skill, and it is not suitable to practice anything else for the time being.

But he doesn't know how to practice, but he can let Zhu Haoran practice, and he can also refer to it.

But the plan to cultivate pirated heroes can only be temporarily aborted, otherwise can the fat man be trained with the goal of Yue Junzi?

This is also good, after practicing this mental method, you must get up early every day, just to cure Zhu Fatzi's bed sleepiness. He is not worried that the fat man will give up halfway, don't look at him lazy, this kid is sometimes more stubborn and determined than himself.

So decided. Wang Feng opened his eyes and snapped his fingers.

Zhu Fatzi, who was hanging his head, immediately raised his head and looked at him expectantly with a pair of small eyes.

"Hmm......" Wang Feng looked Zhu Fatzi up and down, trying his best to overlap the image of him and Yue Buqun, but finally shook his head helplessly, which made Zhu Fatzi's heart go up and down.

Before passing on his martial arts, Wang Feng also planned to forge bones for him, and it happened that he had a chapter on forging bones with easy muscles and bones in his hand. In Xuanqing Sina, there is no age at all, the muscles and bones have been determined, and it is difficult to practice martial arts, but when people are too young, their muscles and bones are too fragile, and they are not formed, and practicing martial arts too early will damage the foundation.

And at an age like him and the fat man, although it is not said to be the best time to practice martial arts, it is still suitable. Wang Feng had been transformed by the Great Yan Treasure Wheel before, and in the past two years, he used the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon to refine the body and cast the foundation, and the foundation was extremely deep, resulting in the current entry into the realm extremely fast.

Now he naturally wants to try his best to build the best foundation for the fat man.

Wang Feng looked at Zhu Fatzi and said with a sneer: "You think about it, don't cry for a while." ”

Although Zhu Fatzi was furious by what he said, he still nodded stiffly.

It was only a moment later that he understood what it meant to live rather than die.

Easy muscles and bones, to put it simply, not to mention how high the requirements are for the caster, the person who endures it is extremely painful.

The Dayan Treasure Wheel is a mysterious treasure, and the transformation of Wang Feng cannot be theorized. But in those two years, when Wang Feng was cultivating the Dragon Palm, not only did he shoot the small trees on the hillside to death, but he himself was also in pain.

At this time, Zhu Haoran, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was no better.

That article of easy tendon forging bones was incomparably imprinted in Wang Feng's mind, although he didn't have time to really cultivate, it didn't prevent him from using it. Forcibly running in the fat man's body, the meridians that have never been opened up, as if digging a tunnel, drilling little by little, the bones of the whole body seem to be broken and reorganized, and the muscles and flesh are broken and overlapped. Although this method works very quickly, the feeling is a hundred times more painful than when Wang Feng practiced palms.

Zhu Fatzi was very tough before, and he is still very hard now, which is extremely incommensurate with his appearance. The whole body has been soaked with sweat, the severe pain has invaded the inside and outside of the body, every inch of flesh and blood, teeth have been bitten off, and the mouth unconsciously makes a whimpering sound, which is extremely painful, but I don't want to lose my words, and I am trying my best to endure it.

True Qi swept over and over again in his body like a wave, and pain invaded over and over again, until finally his consciousness was blurred.

This time, it lasted for four or five hours, and it was still a blue sky, and the night had already fallen.

Wang Feng slowly withdrew the palms pressed on Zhu Haoran's body, this time he used up his extremely strong internal strength, and his face became pale.

Helping Zhu Haoran to lie directly on the ground, no matter how hard this kid is, the severe pain has long exceeded his physiological limit, and he has already fainted, Wang Feng has no strength at all now, he just sat on the spot, ran the North Hell, and recovered the consumed true qi.

If it weren't for the Northern Spiritual Skill, he could recover his consumption extremely quickly, and at this time, he really didn't dare to do this.

The first time he ran the Northern Darkness with all his body's power exhausted, Wang Feng found that the Qi Sea in the dantian and the blood yang in the Baihui were running faster, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy was also accelerating. Seeing that this will not only restore the consumed True Qi quickly, but will also make some progress.

Although it was an unexpected joy, Wang Feng didn't want to come a second time, this kind of true qi was exhausted, and the feeling of weakness in the whole body was uncomfortable, and if there were too many times, it would definitely damage the foundation.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Feng opened his eyes and glanced at the time, it was almost early in the morning, it seemed that Zhu Haoran would wake up for a while, Wang Feng was not in a hurry, closed his eyes again, and quietly 'flipped' through the cheats in his mind, looking for exercises that suited him, and by the way, looking for suitable exercises for Zhu Haoran.

When he woke up for the third time, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Seeing that the time was almost there, he stood up and raised his foot to kick Zhu Fat Man awake.

Zhu Haoran opened his eyes, his eyes rolled blankly, and everything that had happened before came to mind again, and he couldn't help but shudder.

sat up suddenly, looked at his hands, still fat, and the fat on his body didn't seem to be less at all, as if nothing had changed, but Zhu Haoran obviously felt that his body was much lighter and looser than before, and it was that kind of relaxation from the inside out.

Wang Feng poked him with his foot again and said, "Go and wash your dirty things first, we still have a place to go." ”

Only then did Zhu Haoran realize that he had a foul smell on his body, sticky......

......

On the outskirts of Beijing, on a barren mountain, this is the most suitable place that Wang Feng can find.

passed the Zixia Gong to Zhu Haoran sentence by sentence, just waiting for the sun to rise, and helped him condense the first wisp of internal qi with his own true qi.

Zhu Fatzi, who barely memorized the formula, was looking at Wang Feng in a daze: "What are you talking about? This thing is called Zixia Gong?!"

Wang Feng nodded in confirmation.

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