"Brother Wuji, look..." Fang Xian helped Zhang Wuji who was kicked away and looked at the Great Transfer of the Universe on the secret passage wall. "Is this martial arts so powerful, can I learn it?"

"This... isn't good..." Zhang Wuji hesitated, "This is my unique skill that is not passed down from the Ming Cult. Only the previous leaders have practiced it. Yuan Zhen sneaked in and wanted to practice it, but fortunately I discovered it."

"But I heard that Yang Xiao will do it?" Fang Xian asked, "I'm not the leader."

"Old Yang is different. His status is not...but his prestige is no lower than that of the leader. Yang Dingtian, the leader, was like a brother and sister, so he was allowed to practice."

"Brother Wuji, we are like mice and rice!"

"...That's what it means..." Zhang Wuji scratched his head, "But you are not from the Ming Cult after all."

"This is so fucking easy." Fang Xian slapped his thigh and swore to the sky, "I'm joining the Ming Cult, I'm joining."

"………………………” Zhang Wuji laughed. "Forget it, you can practice it. But you must practice the Nine Yang Divine Art first and then practice the Great Movement of the Universe, otherwise you will easily get into a devil. Twenty-eight of the thirty-four masters will die of practice."

"...The mortality rate is so high." Fang Xian took out his paper and pen and started copying.

"This...brother, don't do this."

Fang Xian cried: "Brother, I don't know Jiuyang yet. I have to wait a while to practice. I can only confiscate it first. Do you have the heart to see if I practice now? "

"...Then don't show it to others, practice it secretly..."

"I will definitely not tell others!" Fang Xian's face was full of innocence. According to strict statistics, there is a 100% chance that he would tell others if he said this.

So this kind of words is more like a comfort to relieve the guilt of the translucent person.

Sure enough, Zhang Wuji walked away with peace of mind.

Fang Xian copied it for a long time, and because of his limited artistic skills, the strange human body shapes were even more strange when he drew them, and only he could understand them himself. Fortunately, this skill is powerful and not long, and there are more than 100 sentences of mental methods in total. When Fang Xian put away the magical skills of the handwritten manuscript, when he turned around, Mr. Zhang had been waiting behind him for a long time.

"My friend Tian, ​​be careful when practicing the Great Movement of the Universe. This is a method to force the human body to stimulate its potential. It is a method to be eager for quick success and instant benefits." Zhang Sanfeng looked at the mental method on the stone wall and frowned slightly. "Wuji's luck is probably the same in the world, so that he can reach such a state. I advise you to be slow."

"So, Master, do you need to practice?"

"Haha, when a person practices Kung Fu, his potential will be slowly stimulated. It's just that his qualifications are different and his connotations are different. Only then can he be divided into speed and slowness. I have practiced for more than 100 years, and my potential has been drained. I can tell you..." Zhang Sanfeng persuaded Fang Xian to be steady, while tempting him. "Practice one level and last ten years."

"Ten years!" Fang Xian said in surprise. "In other words, Zhang Wuji has practiced the seventh level for a full level, which is equivalent to the 70 years of hard work of ordinary people?"

"It's not too much different, let's make it clear. It's about the first six floors that are topped by sixty years, and the last floor... I can't understand it either. It seems to be breaking through some limits. This kind of mental method... I think it's forcing people to die..."

"Thank you for your reminder. I must follow the steps." Fang Xian saw that Zhang Sanfeng had time to care about him, and hurriedly asked, "How are you watching "Six-Meridian Divine Sword"?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and reluctantly returned the booklet to Fang Xian: "I have read it, I can't practice..."

Fang Xian was stunned. Could it be that his thinking was wrong? Didn’t it happen naturally if his internal strength reaches a certain level?

Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "This skill is extremely powerful...but it is not related to internal strength. It is about gathering the energy of heaven and earth into one's body, and then hitting it through the six meridians to defeat the enemy with small speed and strangeness."

"The Qi of Heaven and Earth? Is it too evil, is the Qi blast?"

"I can't understand, I can't understand, hey... the farthest distance in the world is not the ends of the world, but the great martial arts are right in front of me, but I hate that I can't understand..." Mr. Zhang beat his chest and stamped his feet, and quickly pulled out his sadness and smiled, "It's actually okay. This martial arts is far from my understanding and direction. My inner stance is already dead and I can't withstand this torture."

"I am worthy of being a real person, I just think it out!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "You guy has made great progress in martial arts recently? Let's gesture again?"

"This..." Fang Xian scratched his head and smirked "Real person, I have gained some insights into my internal strength recently. Can you give me some advice?"

"Okay, okay, how can we fight?" Zhang Sanfeng obviously found it more interesting to compete with Tian Boguang. He would punch and kick Zhang Wuji, which was very rude.

"In this way, I try to use the internal force of various schools to attack you to see if you can realize it."

"A variety of schools?" Zhang Sanfeng said in surprise, "Dantian is the center of human destiny. It is enough to practice an internal strength in life. Every time I push it back and forth, it will be a huge torture to human life. How can it be like this? If I have some understanding from time to time and gradually improve my internal strength, it is okay, but I have always followed the Pure Yang lineage and have never heard of various internal strengths that can coexist."

"Let's try, try..." Fang Xian smiled and said, "San Master, you know that my internal strength is used to suck. When hitting people, I naturally use vomiting. Since I practiced the Beiming Divine Art, my dantian has become more and more powerful. It can not only accommodate all rivers, but also... the sea produces Baichuan!"

"The sea is born in Baichuan!" Zhang Wuji thought a little, and began to calm down. "The sea comes from rivers and rivers, and rivers are born in the sea, but this is what it means?"

"You'll understand when you try it, see what you want!" Fang Xian slapped slowly with his palm, "The Eternal Qingcheng Sect's Eternal Achievement!"

For a moment, Fang Xian's palm was filled with vast internal force. Although his attack power was average, he felt that his origin was long.

Zhang Sanfeng faced him with him. For him, fighting with others without even resisting internal strength is a process of enjoying the body and enjoyment.

"Well... It's really Qingcheng's way of doing things. Although it's not exciting, it's good for its toughness. It's not easy to practice such a casual and ordinary skill. Which master have you sucked?"

Fang Xian smiled and said, "It's just a few minions, but as soon as this skill enters my dantian sea, it will be integrated with me. I can let it go to sea as it enters the sea. However, this internal force has been melted and reorganized by me. The strength is far from that level."

"Does there really be such a powerful kung fu?" Zhang Sanfeng was so hungry that he couldn't stand it. "Try changing the kung fu."

"Okay!" Fang Xian snorted lightly, and instantly turned his internal strength into the Hunyuan Gong of the Huashan Sect. "I walked around the world a few days ago and sucked randomly, and the real person gave me some advice."

Zhang Sanfeng felt this force and sighed slightly: "It is appropriate to be elastic and tight, and it is easy to relax and relax. If it is matched with good boxing, it is also a way of doing it. Is there any other way?"

Afterwards, Fang Xian showed that he had absorbed mixed internal skills in recent days. When he sucked, he was mixed, and when he vomited, he was all the essence. It can be said that his strength to use various internal skills is proportional to his own strength. If his internal strength is as profound as Zhang Sanfeng, he may be called the Grandmaster of the Ten Thousand Sects and the existence of the world.

In terms of moves, there are many people who know the strengths of the hundreds of schools. For example, Murong Bo, Murong Fu, and even Fan Yao can be considered to have the hundreds of schools. However, in terms of internal strength, it seems that only those who can achieve this step. Now it seems that only the Xiaoyao Sect masters the Beiming Divine Art.

Zhang Sanfeng became more and more shocked as he fought. Fang Xian's internal strength was not only sometimes slow but sometimes fast. He could even change yin and yang at will, and change moves several times. He almost thought that fortunately, Chunyang's internal strength was strong in protecting his body, otherwise he might have been injured.

"Come again, come again!" Zhang Sanfeng's face was rosy, and some sweat oozed out of his forehead. "I haven't sweated for many years. I can make me happy to this extent. You are so interesting, Xiaoyou Tian!"

"Your words..." Fang Xian seemed to understand a little. Practicing Pure Yang Gong, also known as Pure Yang Palace, requires a lifetime to practice this, you must always maintain the body of a boy and not be close to women. I believe that the old man has replaced the role that women should play with internal strength, and the pleasure comes from the improvement of internal strength...

"Change moves quickly!"

"It's basically used it, there's not enough time, and I only suck the internal energy of evil people." Fang Xian smiled helplessly. "After all, he's kind-hearted. As Yu Yan said, you must have no lower limit to practice Beiming's magic skills to the extreme."

"No lower limit?" Zhang Sanfeng asked, "For example, do you suck my internal strength?"

"I dare not, I really dare not."

"Haha, no problem. When I return to heaven, I just need to ask you to come and suck my internal strength dry. Anyway, I can't take it away, so it's better to stay in the world."

"You are so great in real life."

"Well, I have to calculate that the date of return is about a hundred years, so you have to try your best to survive until then."

“…”

"By the way, I remember when I was in Songshan, you absorbed Ren Woxing's internal strength. Why didn't you use it?"

"The internal force sucked by the sucking star** is too mixed and disorderly. It is also a barbaric mixed internal force that is not powerful."

"So that's it... I just heard that you sucked the Yin Snake in Wuji's body, and I wonder if you can use it?"

"This..." Fang Xian frowned slightly. Although he felt a bit arrogant to say this, he still forced himself to speak, "This move is too poisonous, I'm afraid I will hurt you."

This is really too ignorant to say that the world is so powerful. Is there anyone in the world who can hurt Zhenren Zhang?

Zhenren Zhang really believed it, with a stern face: "I will defend with all my strength, just try it!"

"No, listen to me... At that time, the illusion of Yin finger was released by Cheng Kun, and each finger showed a yin snake into the body. It was already very powerful. But I... can't use my illusion of Yin fingers, so I can only force myself to use my palms, fists, and swords to play this yin snake, and I'm afraid the scale is not easy to grasp."

"Scale? You mean."

Fang Xian pondered slightly: "I'm afraid what I release... is no longer just a Yin snake, maybe a Yin wolf, Yin tiger... or even an Yin dragon..."

Zhang Sanfeng was shocked: "The Huanyin finger is a fingering method, which originates from Cheng Kun's internal strength. If what I remember well, Cheng Kun also practiced Hunyuan Gong. If he had made plans to make a little worse, he would at most sneak into Shaolin to practice the Yijin Jing... Maybe he has such evil internal strength?"

"I don't understand this either." Fang Xian shook his head, "I feel that it is not only sucking internal force, but also sucking form and method. To put it vividly, the Yin Snake I put is no longer Cheng Kun's internal force. It can be called a new species called "Yin Snake Internal Power".

"No problem, try!" Mr. Zhang raised his power and the power of pure yang gathered in his hand. "You can come, I can eat and live."

"...Pure M Wuji Power." Fang Xian complained in his heart and made a fuss. He happened to want to try the power, so he stopped hesitating and blasted out his palm to face Zhang Sanfeng. (!~!
Chapter completed!