The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 192

"In this way, this skill is a kind of hard work that accumulates over a long period of time. It is endless. If you practice it every day, you will get lean. You don't need to focus on it too much. It's not bad."

Changing tendons and strengthening bones is not something that can be achieved overnight, but practiced every day, always at a certain time, and after a long time, the aptitude and bones, as well as the barriers and obstacles that have existed before, can be broken by themselves.

"It seems that we still need to learn the Zixia Divine Art. This kind of internal energy can be practiced faster, deep and pure. Not to mention the high combat power, it is also helpful for Yijin forging bones."

Xiang Yang's right index finger lightly touched and clicked on the center of the eyebrows. After thinking about it, he decided to use the two years of practice to improve Zixia's magical skills. This is probably the most suitable and the most beneficial choice for him at the moment.

He is also thinking about another point, after three months, if there is no accident, he will definitely start to practice this magical skill when he gets the Shenzhaojing, and then he will see if it is possible to transform it.

If he can't transform Zixia's true energy into divine illumination, then he can only practice two kungfu together. The first practice of divine illumination may not be very advanced, and Zixia should be the main one to deal with the enemy. The stronger the martial arts of this school, the better good.

For fellow practitioners of the two disciplines of true qi martial arts, Xiang Yang is actually jealous and worried. Linghu Zhong’s body has been invaded by many different kinds of true qi, and life is worse than death. Such a naked example, how could he not be worried?

It's just that everyone has a greedy side, and with such profound martial arts in hand, what's the difference between throwing them away like a shoestring and throwing away everything?
Xiang Yang is self-aware, he is by no means the kind of god-man who can achieve unrivaled invincibility only by relying on a basic martial art, so he naturally expects that the more profound and mysterious the martial arts he learns, the better.

Another point is that Zixia is long and pure, and the two do not have the incompatible urgency of ice, fire, yin and yang, so there shouldn't be a big problem.

Moreover, Zixia itself has the miraculous effect of regulating the infuriating energy of different species. Xiang Yang knew this well, so he dared to make this decision.

Taking a step back, if there is a day when he can't suppress it, Xiang Yang will make a decisive decision, disperse Zixia's true energy all over his body, strengthen his muscles and strengthen his bones, and pursue the long-term instead of short-sighted.

After thinking about this, Xiang Yang let go of any burden in his heart, his eyes were pure, and in the dark room, they were extraordinarily bright, like two jade stones.

The idea of ​​practicing Zixia's magical power was transmitted to the system, Xiang Yang closed his eyes tightly, sat cross-legged, and his mind left the body and plunged into a new body.

In the middle of winter, on the majestic and dangerous Taihua Mountains, snowflakes are falling and piling up into clusters. The mountain forest is silvery white.

A handsome young Taoist in a purple Taoist robe and a jade hairpin on his head let out a breath of air. Looking around, he intuited that the world is so vast and the magnificent scenery, and that a human being in it is too small and worthless.

Xiang Yang was an otaku in his previous life, and in this life he is also a land turtle in a small country town. The only mountain he has been to is Montenegro, but compared with Taihua Mountain, Heishan is like dung and gold.

"Only the sky is above, and there are no mountains and mountains. Kou Zhun's poem is really realistic. This day and this mountain are simply beyond the scope of my description."

Sometimes, rhetorical techniques such as parallelism, repetition, exaggeration, metaphor, etc. are difficult to express the emotion and affection in the heart, because the language is pale, how can it fully explain the rich heart to the fullest?Xiang Yang felt this way at this moment.

But he didn't forget his main task, he casually pulled out a futon from behind, patted it, and put it on the top of the mountain.

Instead of the flat white clouds, there is a strong wind blowing, and the snow particles pave the surface. If you are not careful, it is the result of falling down the peak and dying without a place to die.

However, Xiang Yang's heart is like still water, without waves, without thoughts of fear or panic. After sitting cross-legged, he will breathe out to the clouds all over the sky and the morning dew in the mountains.

Breathing deeply and slowly, exhaling the old and inhaling the new, the essence of internal strength is exhaling and transporting, Xiang Yang is immersed in the practice, the sun shines on the face, and the golden light is mottled, which makes people feel warm all over.

When the time came, Xiang Yang woke up from his practice, got up, picked up the futon, and flew down the peak. There was no footwork, but Zixia's internal energy was transported to his feet, which had the effect of taking off.

Arriving at a gentle terrain, there was a thatched hut standing alone in the mountains. Xiang Yang pushed open the door, put down the futon, rubbed his hands, picked up the fire on one side and lit a lump of charcoal.

It’s true that the internal strength keeps out the cold, but here is a world of ice and snow, and the altitude is extremely high. No matter how thick the internal strength is, it is still a human being, and it needs fire to keep warm.

Moreover, the environment this time is different from the last trip to the desert. Not only do you need to rest and sleep, but you also need to take in nutrients and expel filth. The real world is the same as the real world.

When it got warmer, Xiang Yang went out hunting with his homemade bamboo spear. Although there were very few prey in the ice and snow, Xiang Yang's internal strength would always yield something.

Even if you get nothing someday, you can pick wild fruits to wrap your stomach. It can be said that the environment is surprisingly harsh, but Xiang Yang has no complaints in his heart, but is extremely happy and smooth.

Practicing in the morning and evening every day, looking for food in the middle, and thirsty to drink mountain springs, these boring days, Xiang Yang spent two years, not only did he not have the slightest mental slack and disorder, but he tempered an extremely tough and strong mind.

Among them, Xiang Yang figured out the essence and pass of Zixia's magic skill every day, and analyzed and practiced the three levels of realm one by one, and the progress was extremely fast.

Originally, Xiang Yang's plan was to take this opportunity to cultivate the second layer of Zixia magic art, so that the true energy is so pure, tough and difficult to break, it can be regarded as a great success.

Unexpectedly, he still underestimated his talent. In two years, he actually broke through to the third floor, where the purple clouds filled the sky, the power of his internal strength increased greatly, and he had a deeper understanding of the secrets of this martial art.

When the reward was over, Xiang Yang turned his mind back to reality, and felt a sense of vicissitudes. He touched his face, his hands were warm, and his face was not as cold and stiff as it was on the mountain.

"Zixia is all over the sky, unstoppable. This is Dacheng's Zixia magical skill. It has been achieved so far. Although the internal strength has not improved by a single bit, the actual combat power has increased a lot. It is not the same as the previous moment."

Xiang Yang felt the turbulent surge in his body, the layer upon layer of Zixia internal force, and the extremely strong feeling in his body, and sighed, the heavenly book is infinitely powerful. It has only been a few days, and his martial arts have been rising again and again. I am a little worried.

Fortunately, this time it is an entry in internal strength, and only Zixia's internal strength has broken from the first level to the third level. The nature and power have changed, but the number has not entered the state. They were taken away and sliced ​​for research.

"However, there is one advantage. Liu Jilai is not my opponent at this time. If you plan carefully, your chances of killing him and getting Ti Yunzong will be greatly increased."

Xiang Yang stretched out his hand to touch the Yanling Saber placed on one side, and with the infusion of internal force, his face rose purple, with a mighty righteousness, and the long saber in his hand hummed like bouncing musical notes.

(End of this chapter)