I have many teachers

Chapter 195 Breakthrough (1\2)

Wang Anfeng only felt that he was in a dream.

The gentle power of the medicine rises from his chest and abdomen, and then moves towards the limbs and bones. The whole body is oscillated and spread, impacting and washing, strengthening the tendons and bones, and strengthening his strength.

Since he practiced so far, he has used his internal energy in the Tongren Lane every day, frequently fought against warriors of the same level or even stronger, and had traveled alone in the mountains and fields, and had several life-and-death crises. What is lacking is actually the accumulation of internal strength.

Now even though the internal strength in the body is soaring, it has not surpassed his control, and it is still extremely stable, running according to the second level of the golden bell cover at a leisurely pace.

The golden bell jar of Shaolin is the authentic Buddhist school, with the most mellow internal power in practice. Wang Anfeng unconsciously corresponds to the principle of his practice of no self and no other appearance. The spring snow disappears like snow, although it is slow, it is disappearing silently.

The outside sky has faintly revealed fish maw white.

The scribe who had been guarding the side all night sensed the internal force gradually surging in Wang Anfeng, his expression turned slightly pale, knowing that this time the breakthrough was a matter of course, and there was no problem, but at this moment, the boy's originally peaceful face suddenly appeared A hint of pain.

The violent thunder power emerged from his body, and it grew stronger and stronger. It actively devoured the medicine power in the young man's body, and it continued to expand, covering him almost instantly. Even the three of Yuanci couldn't see the young man's true face.

"Um?!"

Mr. Ying's expression was slightly startled, and then he became extremely ugly. He raised his hand to catch that thunder energy, but at this moment, that thunder energy suddenly restrained and entered Wang Anfeng's body. At this time, Wang Anfeng, who was breaking through the barrier, stopped abruptly in place with his three outstretched palms.

Yuan Ci calmed down the turbulent internal breath, felt the somewhat familiar Lei Jin, looked at the scribes aside, and said hesitantly:
"This is……"

The scribe nodded, recalling the violent thunder that reverberated in the Shaolin Temple that day, and his expression was a little ugly.

At this moment, a blood-colored dragon shadow suddenly appeared on the young man's body.

He raised his head and let out a long howl, which was full of mournful resentment and resentment. He kept struggling, but was entangled by the thunder. Lei Jin wanted to drag out the bloody dragon shadow like a wronged soul, but he still couldn't do it. When the success fell short, the scribes saw the clues and raised their hands to mobilize the aura of this world.

In an instant, the world changed color.

The cloud and mist hung upside down, turned into waves of vitality, poured into the thunder energy, and its energy became more masculine and pure, and suddenly turned into a dragon, raised its head and screamed, and completely pulled out the bloody dragon shadow, leaving Wang Anfeng's body, the remaining The resentment was dispelled by Thunder's masculine power, and it completely disappeared in the world, leaving only a little breath to disperse.

Wu Changqing raised his hand to draw a trace of resentment, and noticed the uniqueness in it, his expression couldn't help changing slightly, and said:

"This... the dragon's energy is backlashing, why is there such a thing on An Feng's body?"

Mr. Ying withdrew his right hand, his face was slightly pale, he was silent for a while, and said:
"...I don't know."

Between heaven and earth, the remaining Lei Jin gradually merged, perhaps because it had been in Wang Anfeng's body for a long time, and gradually gathered around the young man again, but it could no longer enter the body, only lingering and flowing around the young man, as if it had turned into the figure of an old man .

The breath of thunder passed over the black hair, as if an old man raised his hand to caress the top of the young man's head, and then slowly dissipated and disappeared. Even if his cultivation had reached Yuanci, Wu Changqing and the others felt their hearts tremble. .

Pure vitality, breeds all things.

Around the boy, there are strange flowers blooming, the color of the flowers is blue and purple, like thunder from the sky.

Looking at this scene, Mr. Ying narrowed his eyes and spoke, with a rare lack of sarcasm in his voice, and said:

"But I know that if it wasn't for a world-leading martial artist who spared no effort to damage his own martial arts foundation and cleans his marrow with pure thunder energy every day...he would never live to be seven years old."

That day in Daliang Village, because of concerns about the existence of abandoning the Tao, the scribes did not often visit the outside world.

But obviously, before Wang Anfeng left, the old man must have poured enough thunder energy into his body, enough to suppress the bloody dragon shadow for a long time, so that the backlash in his body would not be violent, so he was relieved to let him go, let him go See the outside world.

Looking into the distance that day, the high-spirited young man may not have known that because of his desire to go out and see the world, there was an old man who was seriously injured, but even though his vitality was seriously injured, he was still very happy to look at his back ,Lopsided.

A figure appeared in the mind of the scribe, and he whispered in his heart.

Do you know that if you do this, you will lose your lifelong cultivation... If he has never had this opportunity to practice martial arts, then he will live to be 60, and you will lose [-] years of Lei Jin to him. Basic lifespan.

does it worth!
Lei Jin naturally wouldn't answer him, but in most matters, actions are far more powerful than bold words.

Actions speak louder than words since ancient times.

Just like the person in memory, what he said and did was completely opposite...

His thoughts turned, and the scribe's mood suddenly sank.

From time to time, the red sun rises, and the light that is not dazzling falls down.

Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes, only to feel that his whole body was more comfortable than ever, as if the heavy chains that had been blessing him since birth were all broken, his thinking was faster, and his internal force was running like a mighty river, rushing continuously , circulating in the meridians.

Immediately, he couldn't help jumping up, and let out a long howl, the sound was clear and clear, piercing through gold and cracking stones, like a dragon chant on a big lake, which lasted for a long time.

Wu Changqing and the three of them all have superb martial arts, and it can be seen at a glance that the talent that was originally suppressed by the dragon's backlash on the young man has been fully displayed at this time. The energy is long and endless, which is rare Talented martial arts, jade-like qualifications.

The sound of the long howl lasted for a long time, and the young man stood up. At this time, he had already broken through the second pass of the golden bell cover. He only needed to be stable for a period of time before he could naturally advance to the third pass of the golden bell cover. The realm of the eighth stage, I can't help but feel joy in my heart.

At this time, I noticed that the surroundings were no longer in the Shaolin Temple, and the three teachers were all in front, covered with morning dew. After thinking about it for a while, I guessed that it was for my own protection, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute the three teachers. After noticing those blue-purple flowers, he paused slightly, and couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.

In his mind, the face of an old man who was not doing his job emerged, holding a flagon in one hand, and rubbing his black hair arrogantly with the other big rough hand, completely ignoring his resistance, laughing loudly.

The expression between the boy's brows softened a lot.

I don't know what happened to Li Bo...

We met each other almost every day before, and it has been almost a year since we left Daliang Village. Did you eat on time?Did you drink less alcohol?Do you still love meat?Have you changed your clothes on time, will you be bored, will you be lonely, do you still love to tell stories like that?
If he knows that my cultivation has reached the eighth rank, he should be very happy.

Thinking of the old man's happy smile, the corners of the boy's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Li Bo is happy.

He is happy.

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