After understanding the alchemy power in internal martial arts, it takes some time to transport qi and blood, stimulate acupoints to enhance physical strength and improve physical fitness.

This process takes a long and short time. The term "Xuanxing Dandao" is also called "Holding the Baby" and "Creating a Holy Fetus".

After this process, I really held the pill.

And the blood exchange level of Jiufu Realm is not achieved overnight.

The martial arts practice in Jiufu Realm is a way of using qi to enter the body and combining essence and energy.

Blood exchange, as the name suggests, is the process of using internal energy to penetrate deep into the blood and forming new blood. Using new blood to stimulate the bone marrow to produce blood, and then replace the old blood.

This process is called the Hundred Days Pass.

Within a hundred days, new blood will replace old blood, and muscles, bones, skin, flesh, and even internal strength will make great progress.

True transformation of the unity of qi and blood!

But within these 100 days, it is most taboo to be disturbed.

If you accidentally interrupt this process, you may not only fail in the breakthrough, but also very likely to go astray!

It has been three months since Kong San attacked many masters.

If he wants to change blood nearby, he is about to succeed!

“Master…”

Looking at An Qisheng's changing eyes, Zhang Haohao was very worried: "I, I can't be practicing for a second..."

"No, you've practiced very well."

An Qisheng came back to his senses and withdrew his hand:

"You don't have to worry too quickly if you are born with internal energy. Just warm your body one week a day for the time being."

"Disciple understands."

Zhang Haohao breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the master's expression just now, he almost thought he was dying...

"Go."

An Qisheng waved his hand and asked the little guy to continue practicing boxing.

There was a thought in my heart.

According to the life trajectory of Kong San's life described in Daoyitu, he almost got out of control until he died in the hands of the Lord of the Sword of the Sky. The twenty years before he died, he was rampant in the world, smooth sailing and prosperous.

If I missed this time, I might not have the chance to kill him in the future.

"Kong San..."

An Qisheng whispered and turned around and left the house.

Nanliang City is no longer lively in the past. Except for many people cleaning the snow in front of the door, there are many vendors abounding in the past.

Similar to the ancient Dafeng Kingdom in Daxuan, it was an unquestionable slow-paced society. When most of the business lives are in winter, it is time to rest.

An Qisheng walked past several streets and saw that it suddenly became lively in front of him.

He was curious and walked over.

After a glance, I saw a woman in her fifties sitting on the ground in the crowd, crying so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"My son, if you have spirits in heaven, just take a look. Then the Zhao family has finally suffered retribution!"

"The Zhao family has finally suffered retribution!"

"Retribution..."

The old woman cried so hard that she was so angry that she couldn't help but worry about whether she would die of crying.

"Oh, poor Widow Wang..."

A passerby sighed with a hint of pity on his face.

An Qisheng was curious and grabbed the passerby:

"What happened to this guy?"

"Oh, this old Taoist master has a short life."

When the passerby saw An Qisheng's gray hair, he hurriedly bowed:

"Don't you know yet? Yesterday, the Zhao family suffered retribution! First, the eldest son Zhao Qiandu was killed, and then the Zhao family caught fire again, burning the old lady Zhao to death. After that, the Zhao family's concubine ran away with money and was beaten to death by the Zhao family's servants. After that, the servants almost emptied the Zhao family..."

"oh."

An Qisheng made a sudden appearance and pointed at the old woman again:

"What kind of grudge does she have with the Zhao family?"

"Oh, you don't know what you are doing. The Zhao family is in Nanliang County. The old woman's family's surname is Wang. She was a widow when she was young. She worked hard for decades to raise her son and also got married and had children.

Unexpectedly, when her son came back from the mountain to collect herbs, somehow he had a conflict with the shopkeeper of the Zhao family's medicine shop, and was arrested into the Zhao family, and finally beaten to death..."

"So overbearing?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved and he remembered the old ginseng.

"No, the reason is that I stole the valuables of the Zhao family. I feel sorry for the people in this world who dare to steal things from the Zhao family?

Wang Da’s wife came to the house to seek justice and was seriously injured. She died a few days after returning, leaving only the old widow and young grandson to rely on each other. Alas, it’s a sin..."

Passersby said, with anger on their faces.

"A mere country rich man who is doing this, will the court ignore it?"

An Qisheng is really a little difficult to understand.

The dignity of the law is the foundation of a dynasty. If so corrupt, will the people in the court be fooled?

It is said that Dafeng is the most powerful country in various countries, and it is actually like this?

"The court?"

Passersby glanced at the left and right and said with a wry smile:

"If the punishment is not given to the doctor, the law does not punish the nobles. What other laws can be added to the heads of aristocratic families, high-ranking officials, nobles, gentry, and powerful warriors?"

In the crowd, the old woman kept snatching the ground with her head, crying and laughing:

"That hero, my wife wishes you more children and grandchildren, more blessings and longevity, and a hundred years of life!"

An Qisheng shook his head:

"Then, it's better not to do this."

After saying that, he ignored the color-changing passers-by, walked into the crowd, helped the old woman up, and crossed a force in her palm to evacuate the depression in her body:

"Great revenge must be avenged, go back, be sad."

"Thank you..."

The old woman's breath calmed down, her red eyes were dull, but she was already blind.

An Qisheng's wrist moved, and a silver note fell into the old woman's arms without any trace:

"Oh, go home, there are children waiting for you to take care of."

"Hey, hey."

The old woman was almost venting her depression while crying, and she staggered away with a crutch.

"Master, you still can't say something randomly."

Among the dispersed crowd, Tieshan stood expressionlessly.

"Iron Captain."

An Qisheng turned around:

"Has the murderer caught it? I'm worried these days."

Tieshan's face became darker, changing the topic:

"I went to the Zhao family to see it. The fire broke out strangely. Moreover, there were three corpses in the fire scene, one of which was strong and seemed to have achieved success in internal cultivation. The Taoist has been in Nanliang for a long time, so can we know that there are any internal cultivation masters in Nanliang County, and it is also related to the Zhao family?"

"The masters of internal training are not Dabaicai. How many remote counties like Nanliang can there be internal training?"

An Qisheng knew who Tieshan was talking about and replied:

"There is nothing else to do with the Zhao family except Zhao Hongxuan."

"Nothing else..."

Tieshan frowned slightly.

The person who died in the fire was killed by someone, not by the fire.

In other words, the fire in the Zhao family was artificial.

"It's gone, I'm afraid the only one in Zhao Hongxuan is the master of the Zhao family."
To be continued...