With magic in hand, learning or not learning is never a question worth tangling in, unless you get the Sunflower Treasure Book.

After all, after a long time of "testing", after less than half an hour, Chu Feng had already imagined the first "Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian" meridian acupoints, but there was no internal breath on his body, and he could not pass through the meridians.

"It turns out that you really haven't practiced internal skills?" Only then did he completely forget the worry that he had left behind, but another trace of doubt couldn't help but come to his mind. He clearly remembered that Duan Yu had absorbed a large group of soy sauce from the Infinite Sect when he started, and those disciples of the Infinite Sect might not have good internal strength, but they still had internal strength to cultivate......

It's okay to think about this kind of thing, after all, the Infinite Sword Sect is close to the left, if you are really curious, it is not difficult to find a chance to touch the door. This pulse starts from the "perineal acupoint" between the anus and the lower yin, and goes straight up from the curved bones, middle poles, Guan Yuan, and Shimen acupoints, through the abdomen, chest, and throat, and to the "broken base acupoint" between the lower teeth in the mouth. There are many acupuncture points in the Ren vein, but the trend of the meridians is straight and very simple. This vein is still a reverse practice, from the broken base, the pulp, the Lianquan, and the Tiantu all the way down to the perineum.

Chu Feng saw what was said in the picture: "I use Shaoshang to take people's internal strength and store it in my qi sea, but I can only use the function of the authentic Northern Plutomy God." He secretly thought: "The divine achievement has been completed, and the foundation for life has been built." It's just that the miracle is just beginning, and it is inevitable that the "rivers will pour back", and the first goal of absorbing internal strength is to think about it.

Unfolding the silk scroll again, there are already four big characters "Ling Bo Weibu", followed by countless footprints, not as excited as Duan Yu when he saw the words "return to sister" and "no vain". Chu Feng still felt that he was very familiar with these words, what kind of "unjustified disaster", "unvain sword wings", but if he really wanted to face this text, he would have to give birth to the corresponding direction in his heart, it would be really fantastical.

Looking down, Chu Feng saw that the footprints were dense, I don't know that there were thousands of them, from one footprint to another, there were green lines running through them, arrows were drawn on the line, and the footwork was complicated. At the end, a line of words was written: "If you encounter a strong enemy suddenly, you can protect yourself in this way, accumulate more internal strength, and then take the enemy's life." "Li Qiushui's set of martial arts equipment is really scientific. In this world, the world's martial arts are indispensable for internal strength, as long as the internal force is profound, even the "Taizu Long Fist" of the big road goods can defeat the enemy.

Quickly accumulate internal force with the "Northern Spiritual Skill", and when the internal force is not completed, Ling Bo takes a small step to save his life. According to Li Qiushui's plan, in the blessed land of Lang Huan, the world's martial arts are included, and when the internal force is completed, it will definitely be twice the result with half the effort. At that time, the slaughter of anti-bone boys such as Ding Chunqiu will also be in the palm of his hand.

Chu Feng rolled up the silk scroll, hid it in his arms, and said to the jade statue: "Killing all the world's free disciples and other things against the sky, or when your old man has time to come out from Xixia to go shopping, solve it yourself." He saw a door on his left, and when he pushed it in, there was another stone chamber.

The ashes in the room are everywhere, the lyre on the wall, the strings are broken, the cradle is still in front of the stone bed, and on the stone table, there is a vertical and horizontal confrontation. Chu Feng once heard someone say that if you don't become a national player at the age of twenty, you will have no hope for the rest of your life. When he came into contact with Go, he had already graduated from high school. By the time he was twenty years old, he hadn't even memorized a few chess books. The word "national hand" is, of course, hopeless for life.

Zhenlong chess game, there is a catastrophe within a catastrophe, there is both co-living and immortality. Chu Feng looked at it for a while, but he didn't have any evil thoughts, but he was a little dizzy. Chu Feng shook his head and forcibly took his eyes off the chessboard, Zhenlong chess game, let's leave it to Xuzhu and these guys who have opened the hanger to solve it.

As soon as he looked up next to the stone table, he saw that the bed was another stone door, and the side of the door was engraved with four characters "Lang Huan Blessed Land". Chu Feng sighed slightly, but it was a pity that all the martial arts in the world in the blessed land had entered the Gusu Wang's family. But after thinking about it, there are really hundreds of martial arts, which may not be a good thing. Gusu Murong, who returned his body with his way, has been powerful in martial arts for a hundred years, but when it comes to Murong Fu's generation, Bo is Bo, but it is rare to have a "fine" word.

On the stone table, the red candle is still there. Chu Feng lit the candle and entered with the candle. Lang Huan Blessed Land is a huge stone cave, several times larger than the stone chamber outside, the rows of wooden bookshelves in the cave are lined up, but there is not even a single book on the shelves. He approached with a candle, and familiar names came into view.

Shaolin, a sect that has never been the protagonist, has been influencing the entire rivers and lakes for thousands of years, either explicitly or covertly.

Kunlun, a name with a fairy dream, but in the sky, the reputation of the couple was ruined.

The beggar gang, born in the remnants of the Tang Dynasty in the fifth generation, flourished and declined in the hands of Qiao Feng, the fifth generation of gang leader, and the end of the Southern Song Dynasty was brilliant again, and it collapsed from the back.

Dali Duan, the honor of the Southern Emperor, reached the peak with a lamp in his hand, and it was a group of emperors who liked to be monks.

A bookshelf and a note are a sect, how grand should this Tianlong World be?

Chu Feng hid these things in his heart that he shouldn't have thought about now, and didn't think about it anymore. Holding the candlestick, I searched for a while, only to find that there was a stone step in the dark place of the stone room where the jade statue was located. He strode in, and soon the sound of water entered his ears, and after more than a hundred steps, the sound of water was already deafening.

At the end of the stone steps, there was another cave, and when I looked out, I saw that the waves were raging, and a big river was not magnificent. Chu Feng knew that this was the famous "Lancang River". The river bank and mountains stand on the stone wall, and it is no wonder that for many years, no one has ever strayed into the blessed land of Langhuan. Tightening the silk scroll in his arms, Chu Feng used his hands and feet together, and crawled out of the hole.

The river was turbulent, smashing on the river bank, stirring up patches of mist. Chu Feng walked in it, only to feel refreshed, and the sleepiness disappeared overnight. The riverbank is full of rocks, and there is no danger at a glance. Chu Feng hurried along the riverbank, hoping to find someone as soon as possible and ask how to find a town. Whether it is the bruises all over the body that you forget for a while after you get the magic skills, or find a place to learn some knowledge of the I Ching, you always have to learn it, otherwise the Northern Shengong can still nourish the eyes, how should Ling Bo get started?

Along the way, Chu Feng gradually became a little impetuous, he had heard that Yunnan is a place where ethnic minorities live together, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. But this is too thin, Chu Feng walked hungry, and found the wild fruits on the side of the road to fill his stomach indiscriminately, but now that he has reached the stomach and is hungry again, okay?

The Lancang River in early spring, to say that the scenery is really good, but Chu Feng has just come to your place, how can he still have the heart to appreciate this picturesque scenery, there is really this idle time, isn't it much more interesting to look at the Northern Shengong? Chu Feng sat on the bank, looked at the rushing river, and took out a few wild fruits from his arms, and was about to throw them into his mouth, when he heard someone on the right hand shouting: "Don't eat, don't eat!"