"Ah, what did you say?" Zhang Zhifeng asked curiously. Unexpectedly, there were books that recorded that the skills did not run in the meridians.

Chen Yun frowned and thought for a while, saying, "I can't remember it. When I saw that statement, I only thought it was a fanatic's guess, and I didn't care too much."

There are some people in the world who have rich knowledge and unique insights into cultivation, but they are not very skilled. The most important thing is that they have great insights into cultivation. These people are called fantasies, and the commonly known as madman in cultivation.

"I didn't expect that I was a fantasy again." The old man sat on the wooden chair in front of the stone table and slowly told the two apprentices, "I was just called a cultivator eighty years ago. It was not until the practice bag theory of De Mahath, a genius of a generation, was successfully applied, and the cultivator had a little status and was changed to a fantasy!... I didn't expect that the non-meridian cultivation that my predecessor, who was guessed by my Holy Medical Sect ten thousand years ago, actually appeared!"

Chen Yun nodded. Those who can have these wonderful ideas are definitely a generation of heroes with unique insights. Perhaps no one has believed them, but maybe it will become a reality in many years, just like the junior brother's ability to not follow the meridians!

"Master, what is a practice bag?" Zhang Zhifeng was not sensitive to this word. His eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had a premonition. He had lived in the mountains since childhood and had never had a family before. His understanding of the world was limited to the bookcases in the family. He knew very little about what happened in the past few decades.

Chen Yun knew nothing about all this, so he couldn't help but urge the master to say it quickly.

The Medical Saint spoke slowly: "The practice bag is a wonderful idea. Generally speaking, it is something that looks like a large travel bag made of the spirit animal skin after special treatment. This kind of bag can be used for cultivation, so it is called a shape-cooking bag!"

"Can it be used for cultivation? How to practice a bag?" Chen Yunqi said.

"Yes, can you practice the bag by yourself?" Zhang Zhifeng said in shock.

The old man shook his head and said, "No, of course the bag cannot be cultivated. People use this bag to practice." After a few coughs, the old man continued, "You are all special races and don't understand how difficult it is to practice. There are only one of the mortals who can practice. Even those who can practice are of higher qualifications, and most of them are difficult to achieve climate. But it is different to use a practice bag. Practicing with a practice bag is not limited by your own qualifications. When practicing, you only need to constantly use your mind to guide the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to operate and strengthen in the practice bag. And it will not be as dangerous as your own practice."

Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but speak: "Master, what is only strengthened by practicing and strengthening like this is the bag. Is the cultivator not powerful?"

The old man shook his head, and a hint of respect appeared in his eyes: "No, the practice bag is not that simple. If a practitioner wants to use the practice bag, he must be integrated with it. This is not difficult. The power of the practice bag is... When it dissolves with the owner, it can dissolve the energy in the practice bag with the practitioner himself, so that it becomes the energy in the practitioner's own body. Moreover, when the practitioner dissolves the practice bag, he will wield the ability of the spiritual beast, which greatly increases his strength. If the spiritual beast skin of the practice bag is good enough, it may also lead to special abilities. Only special races and spiritual beasts have special abilities! The practice bag is definitely the greatest wisdom in the world of practice for thousands of years!"

"So amazing! We will also get a training bag in the future." Zhang Zhifeng said longingly.

The old man nodded slightly: "In fact, most powerful forces are now vigorously looking for hunting spirit beasts and cultivating cultivator bag masters. Such artificial masters are already the mainstream combat power of various forces now. Even if the cultivator with extremely high talent disdains to practice with cultivator bags, he will not refuse to have a cultivator that can increase his strength, but he will not spend too much time in it."

Chen Yun blinked and said, "Then master, please make a practice bag for each of us!"

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "The skin of the spirit beast is not that easy to find. And you two little perverts are not practicing fast enough, one is fifteen and one is sixteen, but they both have entered the ranks of second-rate masters! This is rare in the world!"

Zhang Zhifeng's face turned red and he was slightly embarrassed. He had never practiced.

Chen Yun smiled and said, "Master, you forgot the giant python I killed today. So many python skins should be able to make a lot of practice bags!"

"Yes," the old man slapped his head, "I put away the python skin for you, look!" The Medical Saint's right hand shook, and a pile of python skins appeared on the ground.

Smacking his lips, the old man shook his head and said, "No, most of these are broken too seriously and cannot be used. At most, they can only make a very small practice bag." Looking at the two apprentices, Chen Yun was obviously much thinner than Zhang Zhifeng, so he said, "Just make one for Yun'er. This giant python was also killed by Yun'er, and it can exert greater power in Yun'er's hands!"

Zhang Zhifeng nodded quickly and said, "Master, please do it quickly. We will also see it if we do it!"

Chen Yun shook his head and said generously: "It's better to give it to the junior brother, he needs this more!"

"His cultivation is not in a hurry," said the old man with a smile, "This can only be made into a small repair bag. Look at your junior brother's muscles, which he can't get into. The most important thing is that your cultivation bag is very suitable for using python skin, but your junior brother's cultivation bag is not suitable for using python skin!"

Chen Yun looked at his junior brother's muscles. The junior brother was not very old, but he was surprisingly strong. The high raised muscles were like beasts that often mingle in the mountains. Chen Yun couldn't help but nodded to the old man and expressed his approval.

Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but ask: "Then what kind of spiritual animal skin should I use for my cultivation bag?"

The Medical Saint selected the python skin on the ground and replied without raising his head: "Female beasts, attack powerful ferocious beasts!"

Chen Yun couldn't help but look at his junior brother again, and his master's words echoed in his ears, "Attack the powerful beast"!

After choosing the python skin, the Medical Saint put away the remaining python skin and said, "This is also a good thing. You can't waste it. You are a treasure for making medicine!"

"Master, how long will it take to prepare this practice bag?" Chen Yun couldn't help asking.

"A general practice bag can be made in ten days, but since it is my old man who takes action..."

"One day?" Chen Yun said.

"Since it's my old man who took action, of course he will make the best. Well... this still requires some materials, it's enough for about a month!" said the Medical Saint proudly.

The two brothers couldn't help but be disappointed, and they thought they would be able to see each other today.

"Yun'er," the old man suddenly spoke, "Can you find the book you have seen about practicing martial arts without following meridians now?"

Chen Yun shook his head: "No, there are too many books in the valve chamber, and they are all floating around, so it is difficult to find now."

Zhang Zhifeng thought to himself, can't the books in this room be read? But he thought of the ancient and magical 100,000 books, maybe he really can't go! Maybe even if he can come, the master wouldn't agree?

Medical skills thought for a while and said, "Now, I'll look for some materials to use to refine the practice bag. Yun'er, go to the valve room to find the book about the martial arts that does not move through meridians. I don't even remember that book, and it's also a book that you can only understand with racial superpowers?"

"yes."

"Okay, you go in and look for it. Don't come out before you find it!"

"Ah?" Chen Yun screamed, "No, Master..."

The Medical Saint pushed Chen Yun into the palm, then grabbed Zhang Zhifeng, who was following Chen Yun to enter the valve chamber, and said in a solemn voice: "You can't go in, just read the books on the bookshelf here."

"Ah, when will you see it?" Zhang Zhifeng looked bitter.

"Let's finish everything first!"

"Ah!" Zhang Zhifeng looked at the books full of bookshelf and screamed.

Looking at the densely packed books in front of him, Chen Yun and his junior brother were in the same mood: "When will we find this!"

This book is floating everywhere, and the difficulty of finding it is even greater!

Unable to do so, Chen Yun had to look for it one by one.
Chapter completed!