arrogant

"Not dead?" Cang Xushan woke up suddenly, ignoring the spittle on his face, rushed to the old man and asked in disbelief: "Father, you said Xuan Ting is not dead?"

"You bastard, don't you know how to read it yourself? You obviously have a heartbeat and pulse, and your breathing is smooth. Is this a sign of death? You bastard, you are not a bastard. Is your head full of shit?" Cang Beidao He scolded his head and covered his face, directly making his son worthless.

"This!..." Cang Xushan didn't have time to pay attention to the old man's scolding on him. He held Cang Xuanting's wrist, and his whole body was almost trembling.

"Pulse! It's a pulse! There is still breathing, heartbeat, and vitality. Alive! He's still alive!" He couldn't help but shouted to the sky.After experiencing great sorrow and great joy, all this has become a little unreal.

"I'll clean you up later." Cang Beidao looked at his son who was crying with joy, said something bitterly and left.Walking to the center of the yard, the old man wiped the corners of his eyes, wiping away any trace of tears skillfully.The touch of life has never been so real for a moment.

After ordering Cangxuanfeng to take good care of Cangxuanting, Cang Xushan left the courtyard.For what happened in the morning, as the patriarch, he must take responsibility for it.

Because of his son's death, he was heartbroken and heartbroken for his irrational actions. Now is the time to face the old man's punishment frankly.

"Huh!" Cang Xushan had just arrived before the time for a cup of tea, Cang Xuanting slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long-awaited breath.

"Xuanting, you're finally awake." Cang Xuanfeng suddenly rushed to the bed, held his younger brother's hand and choked up, saying, "Do you know? You scared me to death."

"Brother, the way you cry is really a bitch." Cang Xuanting said, his nose was also sore.

In fact, he had already woken up.Since entering this room, all consciousness has been restored.It's just that he didn't know how to face his father who was so sad that he was almost desperate.The former was heartbroken, but he himself was intact, which is difficult to explain at all.

"You kid, run on me when you wake up." The tears on Cang Xuanfeng's face were still wet, but he showed a smile.There is nothing better than having your own brother alive.

"Brother! I'm fine, I'm really fine." Cang Xuanting held his brother's hand and comforted him.

"En!" Cang Xuanfeng nodded vigorously, wept with joy, "I know, you will be fine. Our wishes have not been fulfilled, how could we die so easily."

"Wish!" Cang Xuanting's heart beat violently, "Yes! Our wish."

"Brother, our wish will come true one day, our dream is not far away." Cang Xuanting turned his head, his eyes showed a bright light.

He has already broken through that layer of shackles, so he will definitely help his brother break through that barrier with all his strength.They used to be brothers who depended on each other, and they will be the best in the future...

Two days later, Cang Xuanting finally couldn't help getting out of bed and walking around.

In fact, he was completely unscathed.It's just that due to the previous suspended animation, he had to act as if he was seriously injured.Otherwise, neither the elder brother nor his father would easily let go of the suspicion in their hearts.

During the period, the old man, the two elders, and several elders in the family all came to visit.In addition to asking the reason, the attitude is also a lot more kind.He didn't know why all this was so different from before, but he was happy to enjoy such care.After all, this feeling has been gone for a long time.

"Xuanting, I'm going to stage the martial arts field, you can rest in the courtyard first!" Cang Xuanfeng walked out of his room, and said to Cangxuanting in the courtyard.

He nodded with a smile and said, "Go, I will take care of myself."

Cang Xuanfeng is 15 years old, not counting his childhood time, he goes to the martial arts arena almost every day to watch others practice.More than ten years, rarely absent.Except Cang Xuanting, no one knows his heart that yearns for cultivation.

When Cang Xuanfeng's figure disappeared at the gate of the courtyard, Cang Xuanting's eyes suddenly burst into a stinging light.

"Brother, you won't be disappointed." After saying that, he hurried back to his room.

""Tear the God Art", at this moment, he was extremely eager.The trajectory of his life changed suddenly, and he was no longer the same as before.Now, his hope is within reach.

"Let's start! Let me catch up!" Shouting in his heart, he lay cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.

"The art of tearing up the gods is against the sky. Tear up the sky with your hands and destroy it with your hands." Sixteen large characters were clearly engraved on the scroll in the soul.

Excited, Cang Xuanting almost trembled with excitement.Abandoning everything, the arrogance contained in these sixteen characters alone, as well as the kind of disdain for anyone else, are enough to prove its strength.

Leaving aside the origin of the "Heart of the Venerable" and the great benefits it brought, he was completely immersed in his first practice.

The simple pattern clearly depicts the complicated running acupuncture points.Cang Xuanting memorized them one by one in his mind, and did not withdraw from the soul sea until he was sure that all the acupuncture points and veins were fully memorized.

"Qihai point, Shenque point, Qihaiyu point, Zhangmen point, Guanyuan point, Zhongji point, Jueyinshu point, Qimen point, Juque point." It is completely different from the Cang family's formulas that Cang Xuanting has seen.

Cang family's formula is to condense the aura in the dantian through several acupuncture points, and then steadily increase the density of the aura to meet the breakthrough requirements of the realm, and then advance to the next level.

But this "Tearing God Art" is completely different.Of the nine acupoints recorded in it, every time one breaks through, it is a grade.What they represent is the cultivation level of the aura practitioner.And this is just the beginning of cultivation.

Compared with other methods, it is an extreme.If there is only one dantian in the cyclone cultivated by other methods, then there are nine qi vortexes including Qihai dantian.Its starting point is also the dantian, but its radiation is in all directions, completely breaking the shackles of ordinary formulas.

It is hard to imagine how amazing it will be when the nine acupuncture points are completely filled with spiritual energy.Nine dantians, maybe there is such a miraculous technique unique in this world.

"Huh!" He let out a deep breath, and he began to let go of all his thoughts, completely suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and started today's cultivation.

When it comes to cultivation, he is actually no stranger.Not to mention other things, he himself has practiced no less than thousands of times.In the past, no matter how he practiced, he couldn't store the spiritual energy from the outside world.But this time, his feelings told him that he could succeed.

Slowly, after half an hour of preparation in accordance with the breathing requirements of the Fa Jue, he finally entered the realm of no desires and no desires.

"Huh! Breathe! Huh! Breathe!..." Tuna gradually entered into the stability necessary for cultivation, and the inner world also began to become absolutely peaceful.

At this moment, a faint air flow appeared in the dantian.The sense organs during cultivation can clearly feel its existence. Although it is weak, it is real.

"Success!" The eyelids of both eyes twitched.No one can describe Cang Xuanting's current mood.Ten years of expectation, one day's success.He had waited thousands of days for this moment.

Trying his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, he continued to control the tranquility of his heart, control the newly generated aura, and then run according to the route of the formula.

With each absorption, his senses slowly became clearer.In his perception, traces of tiny aura of heaven and earth passed through the skin and cells of the body, and were constantly seeping into the dantian.Every time a trace of spiritual energy is absorbed, the spiritual energy in the dantian will greet it with joy, and then become one with it, gradually growing stronger.

time flies.Nearly two hours later, the basic guidance of "Tearing the God Art" finally completed a big cycle.With these two hours of continuous efforts, the air flow in the dantian has increased significantly.But at this moment, external factors suddenly interrupted his cultivation.

"Squeak!" The door of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open, and Cang Xuanfeng walked in.

Cang Xuanting suddenly opened his eyes, the black pupils were full of shock.Just now, just now, his senses clearly reflected everything in the yard.

Cangxuanfeng pushed the door, his steps, and even his expression all appeared in his mind at a glance.

"Cultivation! So this is the world of cultivators." He was shocked in his heart, but his eyes were staring at the air in front of him without blinking.

In the invisible and intangible air, he saw many floating particles.That little bit of light exudes a faint spiritual power.These particles are actually aura floating in the outside world.The aura can be seen with the naked eye, which is so shocking.

"Xuanting, I'm back!" Cang Xuanfeng violently pushed the room away.

Cang Xuanting woke up suddenly, suppressed the shock in his heart, and pretended to be about to get up.Before he succeeds in cultivation, he absolutely does not allow his secrets to be revealed.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Cang Xuanfeng walked up and asked.

Shaking his head, Cang Xuanting said with a smile: "No. I just feel full of strength now."

strength!is real power.Even if Cangxuanfeng didn't believe it, he did not lie.

"Okay! The food has been delivered. I let someone put it in the yard, let's go out to eat." Cang Xuanfeng smiled and thumped his shoulder, turned and walked out of the room.

Cang Xuanting got up and slowly stretched out his right hand.Not a moment later, there was a faint pulsation in the air above his palm.

The light in his eyes flickered away, and he withdrew his hands, his figure filled with a peculiar aura.

On the stone table in the yard, several small dishes and two bowls of rice were steaming.

Although the brothers moved out of the Cang family, the daily meals were still delivered by the Cang family.After all, the two are the young masters of the Cang family, so they still have the most basic life.

After eating, Cang Xuanting told the eldest brother that he needed to rest and told him not to disturb him, and then went back to the house.After locking the door, he immersed himself in cultivation again.He had wasted nearly ten years and would never waste another moment.

"This guy, why are you so weird today?" In the courtyard, Cang Xuanfeng looked at the locked door and murmured in wonder...

The young man was lying cross-legged on the bed, bursts of air fluctuations appeared all over his body.Under the bulging robe, there is a vigorous force.With each exhalation, the aura flowing in the air became stronger and stronger.Finally, after three hours of cultivation, the aura around him was shaken and disappeared.

At this moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Fourth grade of spiritual energy!" Cang Xuanting's eyes were burning with hot light, and his heart was extremely excited.