The song started, and suddenly, Zhao Lang's mind that had been calmed by the whole heart method trembled suddenly, and he was almost resonated by the rhythm of the music, and was controlled by the blue sea tide song.

"It is worthy of being the most proud blue sea tide song of the Eastern Evil, and it is really extraordinary," Zhao Lang's heart was shocked, and he secretly paid attention to it in his heart, and his whole mind was retracted, trying to let himself enter the Jiuyang Sutra to record that "he is strong by him, the breeze blows the hills, he is horizontal by him, and the bright moon shines on the river" to forget all things, only I remain the same state of mind.

Jiuyang Sutra is a collection of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism by the wine monks, each of them is self-cultivation, self-cultivation and righteousness, and it is the ability of Jiuyang Shengong to get rid of bad states, which is absolutely unparalleled in the world.

Secretly reciting the mantra of Jiuyang Divine Skill in his heart, Zhao Lang sank into the study of the exercises, hoping to resist the erosion of his mind with the help of Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Although Zhao Lang closed his eyes and sat down, he couldn't isolate his hearing, and the song of Bihai Chaosheng still poured into his ears.

Music has been an extremely infectious art since ancient times, and the music with true qi has a very magical power, with his eyes closed, listening to the blue sea tide song, Zhao Lang feels as if he is in a vast sea.

Gradually, the sound of the flute gradually got higher, as if the tide in the distance was slowly pushing closer, getting closer and faster, the sound of the flute was getting higher and higher, more and more sharp, as if the hurricane was rolling the waves, the white waves and even the mountains, all of them were pressing towards Zhao Lang, and the fish and whales in the tide were floating, coupled with the water monsters and sea monsters, and the demons made the tide, all of which disturbed Zhao Lang's mind and made him drift in the monstrous waves.

Zhao Lang only felt that he was in the place, suddenly the iceberg floated in, and suddenly the hot sea was boiling, and he knew that he was still in reality, but he felt that the feeling up and down his body was extremely real, and the original stable and docile true qi in his body gradually became restless at this time.

At this time, Zhao Lang finally panicked, his family knew his own affairs, and Zhao Lang knew very well that the true qi in his body could never be out of control.

After all, Kwai Qianlu's true qi is as aggressive as fire, with seven points of evil qi, although Jiuyang Divine Skill is inclusive of all things, it is sacrosanct, and the Dragon Elephant is even more fierce and unparalleled, not to mention anything else, if these three true qi are out of Zhao Lang's control, they will collide together without any resistance

When the time comes, it is estimated that Zhao Lang will be even worse than Ling Hu Chong's real anger, and if he is unlucky, it is possible to directly turn into a humanoid bomb and shatter his bones.

"This old boy has played too much," Zhao Lang complained bitterly in his heart, but the arrogance and stubbornness in his heart were completely hung up by Huang Yaoshi, "Carry it, it's not the blue sea tide song, I don't believe it, I can't hold on! It's better to die than to be !!tricked like this by you."

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang gave up his intention to bow his head and beg for mercy, his mind was one, his eyes and nose were watching his heart, and he struggled to support and resist the continuous invasion of him, the sound of the flute like a stormy wave.

The sound of the flute is wave after wave, slowly decreasing in tone, just as the level is like a mirror after the tide recedes, but the bottom of the sea is turbulent, lurking in the silent place, the impact may not be as good as before, but the danger is even better.

"Good boy, you can actually support the cultivation of the second-rate realm for so long," Huang Yaoshi looked at Zhao Lang, whose face was uncertain, sometimes painful, sometimes struggling, and secretly praised in his heart, "Rong'er has accepted a good disciple!"

Cheng Ying, who was on the side, saw the painful expression on Zhao Lang's face, and finally couldn't help it, slammed the ground, and knelt down towards Huang Yaoshi: "Master, just spare Brother Zhao! Yingzi, Yingzi beg!"

The sound of the flute was cut off suddenly, and Huang Yaoshi looked at Cheng Ying, who was kneeling in front of him, and sighed helplessly: "Idiot, idiot! How can you not know your mind as a teacher? As a teacher, he is just trying Zhao Lang's qualifications and temperament, and by the way, it is also to give him a bottom, so that you will not be wronged with him in the future." ”

Cheng Ying's face blushed and muttered to herself: "Master, you don't have to say it again." Brother Zhao is a disciple of Senior Sister, and our seniority is against the law of etiquette. ”

"What kind of etiquette, what Huang Laoxie hates most in his life is benevolence, righteousness and etiquette, and the most evil is the sage and martyrdom, these are all things that deceive fools and foolish women, people in the world have been in it for generations, and they are still unaware, it is really pitiful and ridiculous! Ying'er, you are from my Peach Blossom Island Gate, do you also abide by secular etiquette?" Huang Yaoshi sneered a few times, and his voice suddenly became a little depressed and gloomy, "There are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers to break the branches, I think your master was because of this master and apprentice back then."

Huang Yaoshi wanted to speak and stopped, but finally turned into a sigh again: "Hey, the past is unbearable, you better go and see that kid!" This stinky boy looks hippie and smiling, but he is a stubborn species, in the face of my blue sea tide song, he has survived for so long, it is estimated that he has already received internal injuries, feed him a few Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pills!"

Cheng Ying nodded, came to Zhao Lang's side, took out a jade bottle from his waist, poured out a few Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pills from it, and carefully fed them into Zhao Lang's mouth.

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi's face suddenly changed slightly, and he stared at Zhao Lang with an incomparably complex expression, shocked, shocked, and incredulous: "It actually broke through"

As if to confirm Huang Yaoshi's words, Zhao Lang suddenly opened his eyes, the essence light was unprecedentedly bright, and his momentum skyrocketed several times.

He slammed out his palm, shaking Cheng Ying to the side, and in his voice, the panic and pain were really real: "Ying'er, stay away from me, it's dangerous!"

Before he could say a word, Zhao Lang's face became extremely hideous, it was because of the distortion caused by the pain, and several blood arrows burst out of his body, and strong qi shot out from his wounds, cutting through the trees and flowers on the side, like a sharp blade, leaving a Dao wound.

"How could this be!" Huang Yaoshi was dumbfounded, and hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to heal Zhao Lang's injuries.

"Don't bother the ancestor," Zhao ** was calm and indifferent, "I'll come by myself!"

After that, Zhao Lang endured the pain of drilling his heart, sealed the blood wounds in various acupoints of his body, and took out the gold sore medicine from his arms and put it on it.

"Brother Zhao, I'll take you to see the doctor!" Cheng Ying hurriedly came up.

"No," under the stunned eyes of Cheng Ying and Huang Yaoshi, Zhao Lang took a breath, and actually continued to close his eyes and entered the state of sitting and sitting.

In the case of such a serious injury, he didn't treat it early, but took the opportunity to cultivate, this Zhao Lang, is he crazy?

Huang Yaoshi frowned slightly: "Lang'er, don't mess around." ”

Zhao Lang ignored Huang Yaoshi's words, and just took care of himself and distracted himself, running the healing method in the nine yin and nine yang, yin and yang converged, and while repairing his own injuries, he took advantage of the previous true qi to disperse the acupoints around his body, and began to open up the forty acupuncture points corresponding to his yang veins.

On the line of life and death, Zhao Lang was finally lucky, survived, and got great benefits. The aura on his body slowly began to recover from malaise, and even began to become stronger.

"Good boy," Huang Yaoshi looked surprised, "I have a successor to Peach Blossom Island." ”

At this moment, Zhao Lang's eyes opened, as bright as a sword, and his fighting spirit was unparalleled: "Today's things are all because my skills are not as good as others, and I have nothing to say." ”

"But, Master, in five years, within five years, I will defeat you!"

As if to prove something, just as Zhao Lang's words fell, a popping sound sounded on his body.

That was the manifestation in Zhao Lang's body, the forty acupoints connected by the Yang Wei veins were opening up rapidly!!

PS: Thank you for the 588 starting point coin award of the children's shoes of the third world, and there are new friends to join Yezi's book friend group, which really makes Yezi feel a great encouragement!