I have a melting furnace

Chapter 67
The practice method of Sanjin Guiyuanjin is a kind of footwork.

This footwork has an indomitable momentum, and the martial arts catalog in the exercise clearly opened the door to the mystery of this exercise for him.

He looked around to see the mystery of the cultivation technique.

Head to the sky, feet grasping the ground, calming the mind and calming the dantian, can be described as the essence of body training.

The head is hanging, the waist is convex, the tail is retracted, the spine is the middle segment, connecting the hands and feet, the hands and feet are connected, and the spine is the axis, punching and walking, like a big bell.

Fang Li walked very slowly, meditating on the movements of the Valkyrie Illustrated Record, trying to find the rhythm and rhythm.

Every step I take, I feel that there is no waste of energy, and it is all flowing.

After passing the strength, the muscles of the body rolled and squirmed, and slowly convexed and concaved like a snake.

The strength receded, and the muscles retracted again.

The three-point stride is extremely mysterious, every step has an endless surge of strength, which drives every inch of muscle in the body to twist.

Strength comes from the body and acts on the body, becoming the most fertile nutrient to nourish the body muscles.

Stepping on foot, the three strengths combined, Fang Li looked like a diamond, feeling like a look could kill someone.

He stepped on a special step, stepped out of a mysterious rhythm, the muscles of his whole body were like twisted steel wires, stirred by three forces, turned and twisted.

"Shh, shh, shh..."

Fang Li only practiced for half an hour before collapsing under the weakness of his muscles.

Muscles grow and feed back the body, but it consumes the most energy.

He was like a lump of mud at the moment, leaning against the edge of the bed, panting.

After resting for half an hour, he recovered most of his physical strength. During the rest, he was also thinking about God's will.

The "Three Strengths" of Three Points Guiyuanjin is easy to comprehend, after all, there is a complete catalog of Wushen.

Every action detail can be seen very clearly, if this is not possible, then it is a waste material that is one in a million.

But its "divine will" is a bit mysterious.

Fang Li imitated the expression of the Valkyrie in the Valkyrie catalogue, and only entered that mysterious state a few times.

That kind of feeling is like the possession of a martial god, not angry and majestic, as if he can kill people with his eyes, possessing great power.

At the moment of entering the divine mind, it seems to be able to control the organs in the body, control the peristalsis of the large intestine, and control the vibration of the bladder...

Fang Li was very pleasantly surprised. Being able to enter the divine mind might be able to condense the nerves and muscles.

He has tasted the sweetness, and while walking vigorously, he has been groping for the law of entering the divine will.

During the period, he entered several times, but he was not satisfied, and he still couldn't find the trick to enter at any time.

Fang Li recalled the feeling of entering the divine mind a few times before, and finally found a trick in countless rehearsals.

With the supreme power of a martial god in his heart, his soul will naturally imagine and derive his incorporeal body.

Heart and mind, staring at something in front of you, concentrating on it, and concentrating on it.

The Martial God phantom no longer sticks to his mind, imagines himself to be the Valkyrie, and the power will gather in his eyes.

However, this kind of condensing method cannot be done at will, and requires preparation time in the early stage, and the phantom of the martial god condensed in the eyes is also blurred, as if transparent.

But Fang Li was not discouraged, but even more excited.

Bang bang bang!
He punched out with a fist.

After only practicing for an hour, the punching was like a tiger rushing like a tiger.

"My strength has increased a lot. Is this the mystery of the Supreme Technique?"

Fang Li stared blankly at his fist, a little unbelievable.

After pondering for a while, I had a guess in my heart.

"It may be that Sanjin activated the muscles I had previously condensed and mobilized them all."

"I used to punch only half of the body cells to function, and the other half of the body cells were just watching the show. This is due to the flaws in the cultivation method."

"Now that I have cultivated three points of Guiyuan Jin, I can punch out three strengths with one punch, and mobilize [-]% of my muscles. As much strength as my body cells have accumulated, I can strike as much strength. There is no suspicion of watching a show."

"Three-point Guiyuan Jin is really mysterious. It can condense almost every muscle in the body. Ordinary boxing can only condense most of the muscles in the body. There is a huge difference between the two."

Fang Li smiled slightly, his eyes were full of radiance, and his self-confidence was inexplicably increased with the addition of supreme skills.

His eyes sparkled, and he began to practice again.

The steps under his feet are spirited, and the muscles in his body are throbbing, tempered over and over again.

This is a process of metamorphosis, such as turning iron into fine gold, after thousands of tempers, it becomes a famous tool.

What Mao Tie falls off is impurities, and the "impurities" on Fang Li's body are the shackles that restrain him.

The three strengths surged, and the muscles creaked, like twisting clothes, twisting them into sticks.

Just as Fang Li took a step, a surge of strength surged, and his muscles trembled.

On the condensed muscles, black lines appeared, locking him completely, looking very creepy.

This is physical shackles.

The shackles are like the prison chains that gods imprison people, and they can only appear when the body is strong enough to a certain extent.

The criss-crossing immortal shackles bound his muscles and blocked his strength.

This may be the punishment of the gods, breaking the shackles, perhaps destroying the order of the gods, or perhaps this is a rebel.

"This is the shackle? How is it like a cage that seals the treasures of the human body? Is it an immortal means of implanting human genes? Or is it an inherent barrier that the human body needs to break?"

Seeing the faint black shackles shining on his body, Fang Li frowned.

He especially wanted to break it, because its color and the weird runes on it made him dislike it, the inexplicable dislike, the dislike from the depths of his soul.

Fang Li frowned, thinking a lot.

He began to adjust his breathing, and when he was full of vigor and energy, he surged vigorously and stretched his body violently, trying to break the shackles on his arms.

Unfortunately, he didn't succeed. Instead, his biceps trembled, and his entire arm went numb.

The black shackles on his arms were stretched wide, and the prison chains were taut, suppressing his strength and locking him tightly, preventing him from having a chance to break through.

Weird runes loomed on the black shackles, showing the supreme order, Fang Li's chest felt tight, and he felt a little depressed.

Trying to smelt with the power of smelting, but it doesn't work.

Unwilling, he continued to practice Sanjin steps.

The three strengths gather and stir, roaring like a real dragon, unwilling to be restrained, covering the sky with one hand, splitting the ground with one foot is its domain.

After some training, the muscles roared, as if they were going to devour each other.

Fang Li knew that this had reached the limit of his cultivation, and if he continued to practice, he would die in vain.

Without hesitation, he directly took a petal of Linglian, smelted the vitality through the smelting furnace, and poured it into the muscles.

The blood boils, the muscles roar.

A trace of hot energy suddenly appeared in the meridians, followed by the second thread, the third thread, until the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians all gathered this hot energy.

Fang Li clenched his fist, his eyes flickered, and he already had a guess.

Stretching out a finger suddenly, a force shot out from the meridians.

shhhhhh!
Three transparent bursts of energy shot out from the fingertips, directly piercing the wooden table, and even punched three black spots on the steel floor.

Fang Li was overjoyed, knowing that this was the power of essence, and it was the metamorphosis of essence.

The power of essence is produced by the fusion of essence, blood and muscles.

It acts on the internal energy to nourish the body, so there is a saying: "My family's essence nourishes the spiritual field, which can cultivate spiritual seedlings and live for thousands of years."

Acting on the outside is energy, which is endless power, so there is a saying: "Three strengths penetrate the sky, and the power shakes the vastness."

The power of essence may be what the ancients called "internal power".

However, Fang Li had no way of verifying it, nor did he dare to confirm it.

Essence qi transformed into the power of essence, and strength was generated in the body. At this moment, Fang Li had officially stepped into the shackles.

　One update today, one update tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is next month, I will start to explode, I can’t guarantee anything, I’m afraid of breaking my promise, there’s a 12.1% chance of four or five changes a day, a [-]% chance of three changes a day, a [-]% chance Two updates a day.This story is huge, I believe you can also see it, this is just the beginning, and it will become more and more exciting in the future, I really hope that we can finish this story together. Category [-] is strongly pushed, which is good news. Sanjiang is out of the picture. Whether it can be on the cover of the category and six channels depends on luck. Next week, I will ask all my brothers to help, thank you.

　　
　
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