Inside Zijin Hall..

"With a trace of dantian qi to nurture its inside, with thousands of wind and frost bones to sharpen its outside, internal and external integration, the cycle is endless, that is, the solid foundation."

"The spirit is water, the man is the bowl, and the reality of the big bowl of the bowl is good!", Lao Huan continued after reciting the solid book: "

Now turn to the third page, and the students who can already draw qi into the body inject the spiritual power of the dantian into the book."

The third page of the Apocalypse of the Stars is blank, and the stars slowly pull out an aura the size of an embroidery needle from the dantian, converging on the fingertips towards the page.

Like water rippling like waves~ The paper shows the handwriting "Photography".

"The Object Technique is the first technique you have cultivated, and it is also the foundation of all laws." Lao Huan said and hooked his fingers between the schoolchildren,

Guo Ziyun, who has been named "Zijin's Pig", steals the bun on his mouth and disappears, and the bun with tooth marks is suspended on the master's fingertips~

"That's the receptivity. If you want to be edgeworth in the future, then you have to learn it well", said Lao Xuan.

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The stout bread tree looked down on the courtyard like a wild giant, and two breadfruits on the branches that were the size of a fist suddenly shook.

"Spiritual power silk~" A pit appeared in the thick skin of a fruit, the former is Xingzi and the latter is Mai Jia, and now they have achieved a little success in the art of taking objects!

Tai Shiman, who had just been able to draw qi into his body, was squatting on his punctual horse steps against the leaves.

Xingzi found that Aman's goods were like Mr. Jin's Guo Jing, if he climbed the mountain with a weight and drove the stump, he would definitely be the best among the schoolchildren, but when he encountered something angry, he would be blind...

Aman slowly stretched out a hand, hey~ one finger at the leaves three meters away, the leaves do not move; ha~ another finger still does not move; heyha~ both fingers come out, the leaves swaying slightly~

"I succeeded, I succeeded!" Aman happily turned to tell his partner.

The autumn wind is blowing, swirling ~ as if laughing at the boy..

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