There is a short sword in the ancient bronze box, two feet three inches long, two inches wide, the entire sword body is white and bright, shiny, reflecting the eyebrows of the people are covered with a layer of green gas, and the cold air seeps out like ice cubes.

"The sword of the poor road is ninety percent platinum, half gold, half made of jīng iron, weighing nine catties and six taels, each rì should be soaked in Tianshan Snow Lotus, Changbai Mountain Old Ginseng, Poria Cocos, and Sesame Grass boiled in water, and then breathed three times on the sword, and cultivated into today's supernatural powers, which is no accident. It is not impossible for Zhou Gongzi to cultivate this way, but although this way is fierce, it is difficult to achieve it in a short time, and ten years of kung fu to breathe on the sword can make the sword move with the breath. If you want to take someone's head dozens of zhang away and hurt someone's life, you have to work hard for at least 20 years, and you can't stop it. ”

After the Taoist priest's performance, he sat on the futon with Zhou Huanwen on Tuesday and reported his name "Jia Yefeng".

Seeing that Zhou Huanwen wanted to learn his own kung fu, Jia Yefeng did not object, smiled slightly, and said bluntly. Zhou Huanwen frowned when he heard this.

Jia Yefeng has worshiped Qingcheng Mountain Sword Immortal Qiao Lingshan as his teacher since he was a child, and cultivated the way of flying swords. This time, he was sensationalized by Tuesday, and had to come out to reveal a handful, and beg for some goods, so as to maintain the cost of refining the sword every rì.

Although the flying sword is sharp, it is a foreign object after all, and the kung fu of life xìng cultivation is not as good as the martial arts of the inner family, and the kung fu of the whole body is on a sword, not that it will live forever if it is refined, on the contrary, the time to live is shorter than that of the inner family. Blindly cultivating external objects, polishing one's own muscles and bones, and recuperating internal organs are somewhat wasted.

But when it comes to fighting, once the flying sword is refined, no matter what realm you practice in your inner boxing, whether you cultivate both inside and outside, how many people are not opponents, and the competition in martial arts can be described as invincible. It's like two masters competing in martial arts, one has a gun and is still a sharpshooter, how can the other resist.

In fact, the way of this flying sword is like Wang Zhonglian's iron sand palm is somewhat similar, as if it is an outer kung fu, only seeking lethality, and not paying attention to the polishing of one's own life. It's just that the power of the flying sword is far greater than that of the iron sand palm, and of course, the difficulty of practice is more than ten times greater.

"So that's the case!" Zhou Huanwen listened to Jia Yefeng's explanation, and thought to himself: "Although it is magical, it is actually commendable." Compared to guns, I don't know the advantages and disadvantages. It's just that this Jia Yefeng can fly the sword out of twenty or thirty miles, but it is much stronger, and hand-to-hand combat is better than a gun, which can be used by me. ”

With the financial resources of the Zhou family, it is not difficult to cultivate a few from an early age, although the effect is not obvious, but it is used in the dark, it has a great effect, but it takes too long.

"Mr. Jia already knows my intentions, right?"

Jia Yefeng had already known the ins and outs from Tuesday's mouth, and nodded: "Using a flying sword to harm people is not the right way, but fortunately, it doesn't hurt people's lives, and the poor way is reluctant." ”

"That person is practicing a pair of iron sand palms, as long as the tendons of the wrist are cut, Brother Jia, it's not me who said you, you have practiced flying swords all your life, and you can't live forever, and you can't kill people, it's better to follow my young master and ask for a wealth, otherwise it's not a waste of decades of work, it's really meaningless." ”

A smile appeared on Tuesday's face, knowing that Jia Yefeng was afraid of the law and would not do anything to kill, at least now he had a lot of resistance in his heart.

"In this case, Zhou Gongzi arranged it, Poor Dao and his apprentice went down the mountain to catch a breath, and with the target breath, they could make a move in about twenty miles. No one can find a flaw. The matter of flying swords, no one thinks it is nonsense. ”

Jia Yefeng really killed people, that was back then, the flying sword had just become, and he was very vigorous, and he occasionally met a master of martial arts on Mount Emei, and his words were not in harmony, so he moved his hand, and a sword broke the throat of the man, and he died on the spot, and he was worried for a long time afterwards, for fear of being troubled by Jǐng.

Jia Yefeng is also a modern person, and he has seen the scene of jǐng arresting people and blocking headshots on TV, and he deeply knows that although he has practiced flying swords, as long as he doesn't have a gun, he is not afraid of how many jǐng are detected, but the other party has a gun, dozens of people, and a random gun sweeps, no matter how powerful you are, your body will also become a sieve hole.

Jia Yefeng heard his master Qiao Lingshan say that there was an ancestor who practiced swords in his vein in the last years of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, resisted the Manchu army, killed more than 500 people in a row, and five or six strong generals in martial arts, and was later turned into a hedgehog by thousands of people with random arrows, and died on the spot.

When Zhou Huanwen wrote a check as a thank you gift, Jia Yefeng held it tightly in his hand and shirked it. There is nothing to say at the moment.

Wang Zhong suddenly had a very strange feeling today, as if someone was always staring at him, as if he was being peeped at when he went to the toilet, and he looked in all directions, but he didn't see any suspicious person.

"I've been cultivating both inside and outside recently, and I have no distractions, although my mind is not clear**, but I can also sense the danger, and the situation is a little wrong today. Wang Zhong walked on the street, with a lot of traffic, people coming and going, and the lights were brilliant. It always feels wrong. "Could it be that Zhou Huanwen's two subordinates were abolished, and someone was sent to trouble me?

Lu Na, Zhang Yanran, and Tong Ling The three girls came out to buy things, and forced Wang Zhong out, chirping along the way, Wang Zhong just ignored it, and covered his head, hands, feet, and waist all over the place, ready to pounce at any time, and the jīng god was in a high degree of tension. At this time, even if someone shoots a black gun, Wang Zhong is confident that he can dodge it.

Suddenly, a figure in front of him quickly bumped over, and Wang Zhong's heart moved, and he had already flashed over.

"Oh, Li Weiwu, you're well!" Wang Zhong heard Tong Ling's voice, and saw that it was Li Weiwu who was kicking in the taekwondo club that day and then asked God to come up.

Li Weiwu was sent to the hospital on the spot that day and never went to school, Tong Ling was surprised when she suddenly met her on the street today. Li Weiwu seemed to be a little flustered, well, he responded twice, looked at Wang Zhong deeply, spread his legs, and flew away.

Li Weiwu had just arrived at the corner of the street, and met a person, Wang Zhong's eyes narrowed, and through the bustling crowd, he saw Jia Yefeng who was with Li Weiwu! "This person is not right!" Although I don't know him. Wang Zhong still chased after him, but the two had already gotten into a car and drove away quickly.

As soon as the two left, Wang Zhong felt relaxed. Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Lu Na shouting from somewhere: "What are you crazy again, help me carry something!

The four of them returned to Lu Na's villa, and it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, and another bright moon hung high, and a few sparse moonlight stars floated in the sky, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkled down, illuminating the ground brightly, and faintly covered with hoarfrost.

Wang Zhong rested, and then went downstairs, his fists and feet whirring, his body was like a tiger leaping and a wolf running in the moonlight, and the eagle flying and the rabbit walking.

"It's a pity that the time to practice the inner family is too short, with the current progress, it will take at least fifty or sixty years of hard work to achieve success, and the internal strength will penetrate the twelve canons and eight veins. At that time, the true energy can be densely covered all over the body, and the jīng blood and marrow produced by the body can be refined into true jin at any time, so that the refining of jīng qi will reach the peak, and I don't know what kind of realm it is. Is it possible to really refine qi and transform gods? immortal?"

Wang Zhong pondered on the moon, feeling that there were many blockages in the flow of true energy in his body.

For example, refining the shape of the meaning "snake style" is mainly to move the waist, with the breathing, to refine the jīng Hua of the waist and kidneys into the inner family true strength. But the true strength of the waist can't be transported to the hand, because there is a meridian barrier!

The whole body is divided into 12 canons and 8 veins. The 12 main meridians are the Hand Tai Yīn Lung Meridian, the Hand Yang Ming Large Intestine Meridian, the Zu Tai Yīn Spleen Meridian, the Zu Yang Ming Stomach Meridian, the Hand Shao Yīn Heart Meridian, the Hand Sun Small Intestine Meridian, the Zu Shao Yīn Kidney Meridian, the Foot Sun Bladder Meridian, the Hand Syncope Yīn Pericardial Meridian, the Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian, the Foot Chop Yīn Liver Meridian, and the Zu Shao Yang Gall Meridian.

The eight veins are divided into Ren, Du Er, Yīn Dimension, Yang, Yīn, Yang, Chong, and Dai.

These meridians, which govern the whole body, are inherently occluded, and they must be penetrated one by one in order to mobilize the true exhaustion of the rest of the places to various places. It's like a few lakes on land, each of which has stored water, and when this lake is dry, as long as you dig a waterway, you can transfer the water from another lake to moisten it.

And all the meridians are connected, then the inner family fist method will be completed, and the true energy in all parts of the body will be condensed at any time, dispersed at any time, and wander around every place in the crisis management department, refining the jīng hua continuously generated by the body into the true strength of the internal qi, like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger. To the point of incredible.

Wang Zhongcai practiced the inner family boxing method for dozens of days, and the real strength of the whole body was weak, far from the point of penetrating the meridians. Even on Wednesday and Thursday, it is only one or two through, which can adjust the lungs, or the heart, to the real strength.

Outer Kung Fu is like the magic power of Buddhism, it is used to subdue demons and defend one's body, even if the magic power is great, it cannot become a Buddha, no matter how powerful the outer door kung fu is, it cannot live forever, but only protect one's own life.

It is estimated that according to the current progress, rì has been practicing hard all night, and it is conservatively estimated that it will take fifty or sixty years to become a great success, penetrate the meridians of the whole body, reach the peak, step on the highest place, and explore the mystery of life, although even if it reaches the peak, whether there is that road or not, it is still an unknown, but it is still necessary to go on.

If you don't go down, there is no hope at all, and if you go down, even if it is ethereal, you can have the seeds of hope.

"There is still hope in our lifetime, and we must not slack off, because once a person relaxes, he will not be able to fight for his life! What kind of road is bigger than this road?"

So the things in the red dust, in front of this, are not worth mentioning, with gold and silver, who cares about a little money?

The road that Wang Zhong wants to take is the path that countless people have longed for throughout the ages. But in the world, there are too many fetters, and people's lives are limited, and a slack will become a bubble.

Unconsciously stopped his subordinates, Wang Zhong was like a rhinoceros looking at the moon, squinting his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly, a crisis that was extremely strong appeared in his heart!

A white light pierced through the air like a spiritual snake, from far to near, and wrapped around Wang Zhong's hands.

"What is this!" Wang Zhong was shocked, where had he ever seen a flying sword, and he only instinctively felt that the cold air forced his skin to be cold and painful! The snort was like a knife cutting tofu, and the white light swirled, and the plum blossom pile was cut into two.

Cutting off the plum blossom stake, the white light jumped and writhed a few times, as if it was not the breath of a hunting dog looking for its prey. Wang Zhong roared, rolled down to the ground, and a palm shook out, and the two wooden stakes were stirred up by the iron palm of the bull across the mountain, and hit the white light that jumped and jumped.

The white light seemed to smell Wang Zhong's breath, and his whole body trembled, emitting a clanging sound of gold and iron, and then he circled again, silently cutting the wooden stake into four pieces, and then broke through the air and screamed, swishing!

Da Da smashed his tongue twice, feeling unbelievable in his heart, and no longer doubted the power of this white light. "What the hell is it? Did you run into a ghost?" Wang Zhong also knew that if he was surrounded by this, his hands would be the same as Wednesday, and he would become a disabled person.

A brand-name sportswear was cut open, almost halved, in front of this strange thing, no matter how strong your martial arts are, there is no way!

The white light swooped into the dirt on the ground, trembling two or three times like a living thing, surging up and floating in mid-air.

At this time, a piece of clothing was like a fishing net, covering it out of thin air, wrapping the white light in it! It turned out that Wang Zhong saw the white light inserted into the soil, so he hurriedly made the golden cicada get out of its shell, tore off the torn clothes, and used it as a fishing net to catch the white light.

The white light flew up and down, and a piece of clothing suddenly became a piece of butterfly, and the white light was like a snake coming out of the nest, and Wang Zhong's hands were like maggots attached to the bones, biting them to death. Wang Zhong desperately leaned on the plum blossom stake to dodge, but was twisted in two by the white light, and treated the wood as if it were made of water. It doesn't take any effort to cut it.

"What's going on outside?" Zhang Yanran, Tong Ling, and Lu Na came back and were about to take a bath, when Zhang Yanran suddenly heard shouting outside.

"It's okay, let him go crazy!" Lu Na waved her hand. Zhang Yanran still ran to the window to take a look, only to see that Wang Zhong was chased behind the tree by the white light, which was extremely thrilling!

"Sister Nana, what is that!" "What's the matter, what a fuss!" Lu Na was exclaimed by Zhang Yanran, and then she soared to the window, it was okay not to look at it, but her face changed immediately as soon as she saw it. "Oh no! There is still this thing! How is it possible, flying sword, how can there be a flying sword!"

"What a flying sword!" Tong Ling was also shocked by this strange scene. Lu Na didn't care to say more, rolled over, grabbed the drawer next to the sofa, picked up the pistol, jumped to the window, and bang!

"Good marksmanship!" Wang Zhong turned over and jumped on the pine tree, the white light chased over, circled, a few thick branches fell to the ground, and was about to jump down and roll, when he saw the white light hit the bullet, clattered to the ground, and kept beating!

"It's still wordy, hurry up!" Lu Na hurriedly shouted, Wang Zhong rushed towards the villa with an arrow, the white light jumped a few times on the ground, flew up again, and was shot again, but it was fine!

Lu Na fired a few more shots, causing the white light to tremble again and again, Wang Zhong had already reached the downstairs, jumped over, grabbed the bottom of the balcony with his claws, flipped upside down, pounced again, broke the glass and rolled into the house.

"Are you okay!" Seeing that Wang Zhong's body was covered with blood, Zhang Yanran hurriedly ran up. "I cut some skin just now!" Wang Zhong was not panicked, but on the contrary, he had an excited look. Lu Na's bullets were already playing, and she slammed the window shut.

"Things in the world are really bizarre and incredible!"

"Less nonsense!" Lu Na threw away the pistol and urgently asked Tong Ling and Zhang Yanran, "Which of you has your period, mine has passed, this thing can only be broken by the red dragon!"

"The red dragon is menstruation! I can't imagine that the legend is true! It's not groundless. Wang Zhong exited, there were no taboos, and the two girls were flushed!

At this moment, the white light outside the window flashed, the glass was smashed, and the white light flew in again, staring at Wang Zhong, who jumped behind the sofa, and the white light rushed and twisted, and the sofa was smashed! The two girls screamed.

"Hurry up! Are you two here? Bai Guang only chased after Wang Zhong, and Lu Na urged the two girls. Zhang Yanran blushed and nodded, Lu Na hurriedly pulled the two girls into the bathroom, Wang Zhong used all his resources to dodge, and the sofas, tables and chairs in the room were washed away by the white light.

Wang Zhong picked up the TV and smashed it, bang! As if throwing a grenade, the white light was exploded and fell to the ground, beating a few times desperately, and flew again!

"Then!" a group of white sè was thrown out of the bathroom, and at such a critical juncture, Wang Zhong also laughed: "Good come!" dodged the white light with a "python turned over", grabbed Bai sè with a somersault in the air, and spread his hands. A touch of red in the middle.

The white light rushed over again, and Wang Zhong hurriedly dodged, but lost momentum and was scratched on the back, burning in pain. and rolled on the ground again. "Fortunately, it's not deep, it didn't hurt my bones!"

Hurt Wang Zhong, the white light was stained with blood, and he paused slightly, like a living thing thinking, where could Wang Zhong tolerate it, and pounced over, and the white sè cover in his hand happened to meet the white light.

It is also strange to say, it is incomprehensible, and the white light, which can't even be helpless by bullets, was wrapped, and suddenly trembled again and again, as if it was about to fly outside, but its strength was pitiful, as if a mosquito had been sprayed by a pest killer, and it was desperate to die. Wang Zhong pushed it away with an iron sand palm.

Fell to the ground with a bang, jumped twice, and finally showed the prototype, a two-foot short sword with white brilliance!

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