"Old man, Yang Ming hasn't come out for so long, is something wrong?"

In a luxurious and old inn, Liao Wuwei walked back and forth, his face was full of anxiety, Yang Ming knew that he was in retreat, but this time was inevitably too long.

Generally speaking, it only takes about a few hours to rush the pulse, and if it exceeds this time, the meridians in the body will inevitably be unable to bear it, and the temporary nourishment of stopping, otherwise, there will be a danger of the veins bursting.

This is what Liao Wuwei is most worried about.

"Yang Ming has a steady temperament and won't come at will, so don't worry about it here. The colorful old man rolled his eyes and said helplessly.

Although he had only just come into contact with Yang Ming, the latter's steady temperament naturally couldn't escape his eyes that read countless people.

Besides, with him here, even if something goes wrong with Yang Ming, he is sure to keep the latter safe, in fact, everyone on the rivers and lakes calls him the colorful old man, maybe because of the exercises, but his medical skills are also rare holy hands in the world, but they are just covered by his gorgeous poison skills.

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Luxurious room.

After pondering in his heart for a moment, Yang Ming secretly gritted his teeth, and seemed to have made up his mind to try to suppress the crazy move in his heart, but unfortunately, once this kind of thought appeared, it was not easy to suppress it.

The breathing gradually stabilized, Yang Ming greedily absorbed the qi, quickly converted into internal force, and then merged into the vein.

With the support of this new force, the internal force that had just returned from the feathers was like a chicken blood, and once again rushed to the barrier frantically.

Every time the internal force hits, Yang Ming's face turns pale, and a trace of blood faintly appears at the corner of his mouth, obviously, the veins in his body have been traumatized, if he is not adjusted, I am afraid that there is really a danger of the veins bursting.

"Damn, I don't believe that I can't break your ......"

Gritting his teeth viciously, Yang Ming's mind no longer suppressed the internal force in the vein, it was completely released, and he continued to urge the internal force to attack.

In the case of wounded veins, this practice is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire and is typical of death.

This kind of crazy move, if it succeeds, will completely solve the current dilemma, and it can also carry the momentum of the charge, trying to impact the third vein, if it fails, Yang Ming has a ninety percent chance of becoming a waste.

This is undoubtedly a big gamble for Yang Ming.

However, on the way of cultivation, there are times when things are going well, and if you want to become a strong person, courage, perseverance, decisiveness, and wisdom are all indispensable.

The surging internal force, from the first vein, carried an indomitable momentum, and rushed towards the tough barrier again.

Boom!

Under Yang Ming's full urging, the barrier that had been insisted on for a long time was like a fragile glass, completely cracking.

This violent and pure internal force finally rushed into a new world, and the moment this pale yellow internal force broke through the barrier, the pressure of the first vein was suddenly greatly reduced, and the danger of the vein bursting was finally announced to be lifted at this moment.

This time, Yang Ming won the bet.

If he stops cultivating the vein step by step, I believe that it won't be long before Yang Ming can have the capital of the pulse again, but unfortunately, he didn't think so, looking at his posture, it seems that he wants to carry this victorious army and impact the next vein again.

It stands to reason that Yang Ming's approach is understandable, but the hope is too slim and too difficult, but as long as there is a slight opportunity, Yang Ming does not want to give up.

The mind controlled the pale yellow internal force in the vein, and like a sharp sword, it rushed towards the barrier of the third vein.

Charging again and again, he was blocked back by the barrier, but Yang Ming was not discouraged, like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, after every failure, he would pause for a moment, and then rush out with the momentum of a desperate San Lang.

After a few hours in a row, Yang Ming's brows furrowed slightly, if he continued to rush the pulse aimlessly, his internal strength would be exhausted sooner or later, and if he wanted to break through the barrier of the third meridian, he had to change his method.

His eyes slowly opened, and his brain was running at high speed.

While thinking, his mind paused, and after a while, Yang Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't wait to give himself a hard slap, forgetting that he had such an important hole card.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ming adjusted his mood, and then entered a special state.

Epiphany!

Although this state cannot enhance Yang Ming's internal force, after entering this strange state, Yang Ming's control of internal force will be more handy.

In this way, not too much internal force is wasted during the pulse.

His mind sank again, and Yang Ming controlled the pale yellow internal force, condensed into a small embroidery needle, and rushed out, straight to the blocked barrier.

Although this trace of internal force is weak, it can be pierced by drops of water, under superb control, the internal force is almost at the same point, Yang Ming believes that even if this vein barrier is iron, it will not be able to withstand him such an impact.

Such a weak impact will definitely not hurt the meridians, so that during the pulse rush, there is no need to spend a lot of time and internal force to nourish the meridians.

This discovery immediately made Yang Ming ecstatic, which can not only greatly shorten his pulse time, but also reduce the failure rate of pulse rushing, although this process may take a little longer, but it is irrelevant.

Now Yang Ming, the most scarce thing is time.

Sometimes, Yang Ming really felt that he was a genius, not only understanding the secret of epiphany, but also discovering the trick of rushing the pulse, which is great wisdom.

Could it be that this is the aura of the legendary protagonist?

......

Yang Ming, who was in a good mood, didn't know that the pot had already been fried outside.

Because, since Yang Ming's retreat, it has been a full day and a night, and he hasn't even drunk saliva during this period, no matter who he is, he should be in a hurry.

"Old man, don't stop me, something is definitely wrong with this kid Yang Ming, I'm going to go in and take a look......" Liao Wuwei's face was extremely agitated, he broke free from the control of the colorful old man, and hurriedly rushed to Yang Ming's room.

This time, the colorful old man didn't do much to stop it.

The moment Liao Wuwei took a step, the hesitant gaze of the colorful old man suddenly narrowed slightly, and he immediately looked at the room where Yang Ming was, as if he noticed some movement inside.

Three or two steps rushed to the front of the room, and when he was about to push the door open, suddenly, the door "creaked" and opened automatically, and then, an angry voice came into Liao Wuwei's ears.

"Hehe, Lao Liao, you crow's mouth, you curse me at every turn, do you have an enmity with me!"