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Call~

Suck~

In the light and long breathing sounds, the wandering Dan Qi was swallowed by An Qisheng in his belly, and he turned into a small round of Xiao Dan pills between his uncontrollable viscera.

He slowly stretched his muscles and bones, making a "crackling" sound, suffocating a full flow of blood through the body, moisturizing his flesh and blood, and changing his bone marrow.

Every little change in the bone marrow of the flesh and blood membrane, the ancestors together, is a huge change that is almost reborn.

Call~

He gently squeezed his five fingers, and the air overflowed from his fingertips like water, rippling the layers of ripples.

As the ripples spread, the dust floating in the air was shattered into finer dust.

This is a technique that Xuan Xing Gang Jin may not be able to do, which represents a huge transformation of physical strength.

An Qisheng's eyes were bright, without any turbidity, and a little glorious morning star:

"It's done."

These Xu Danqi can also be reborn for ordinary people, but it is far from enough to condense the true shape.

But for him, it was enough.

There is never a genius who needs to consume more resources. The more he knows how to practice, the more talented he is, the more he can achieve greater achievements with fewer resources.

Not only does it absorb faster, it absorbs more, but it also requires less and gains more.

This is the kind of arrogance.

Pure resources accumulation, the resources required are 10 times to 100 times that of ordinary people, how can it be regarded as arrogant?

Of course, An Qisheng doesn't think he is a natural arrogant, but he has experienced all walks of life, the foundation of the Dao has been built, and the high house is built far beyond the so-called natural arrogance in the ordinary sense.

It is a pity that this body was blessed with divine will and emerged from a ray of vitality. It was like burning ninety-nine years of life, but the deficit was not a little pity to make up for.

But Rao is so, anyone can see his reborn.

The house was full of pride, Yuan Duxiu also recovered:

"You, you, this is a concise form?"

He was unbelievable.

He was immersed in the medicinal liquid from an early age, and there were special people who massaged the muscles and bones every day. He started learning'Twelve Dragon Boxing' as he remembered.

And this is also a first-class in Dingtian City, but it is not as good as the arrogance of those who have a vision.

But even the talented peerless blue narcissus, Lin Nailong, and Wu Erlang didn't condense their real form until they were three years old, but they could be their little brothers.

No one is pointing, there is no inheritance, not only a posthumous child is still premature, but only 31 days to condense the true form? !

"Just started."

An Qisheng exhaled slowly, the air flow through the window paper, and burst into a white smoke in the courtyard, and hazyly circled the entire courtyard.

Looking up again, the surface was smooth and moist, and every pore was tightly closed.

If it were not gray-haired and white-browed, it would still be a normal child.

Every system in the world has its own unique features. The system that Wanyang has inherited for millions of years is indeed perfect to the extreme.

As far as the single player is concerned, An Qisheng has nothing to change.

The transformation of condensed real form is from the inside out and involves all aspects. Once achieved, both physical strength and longevity increase.

Its significance will not be inferior to that of Xuanxing's Baodan, the exchange of blood in Jiufujie, and the ‘sacrifice’ of human Tao.

Moreover, the width is wider, ranging from nine cattle and two tigers to twelve dragon dragons.

The same is true, and the disparity between strength and weakness may be greater than that of the mysterious star.

Only in Wanyang Realm, this step is really a practice.

"If you want to condense, it will not be overnight."

An Qisheng glanced at Yuan Duxiu.

Day and night nourishes the nourishment, and his injuries have improved, but the change is minimal compared to himself.

"You don't have to fix only one place."

Yuan Duxiu shook his head.

He can see that the shape of the galaxy condensed by his younger brother has a very high intention, a huge shape and a very high ceiling.

In fact, tens of millions of years ago in Wanyang Realm, the path of spiritual practice was only a real one. It was the highest level, that is, the powerful, the prince, and even a heavenly lord who overwhelmed the world.

It’s just that it’s only one level of cultivation, the difficulty is too high, the consumption of resources is greater, and the speed is also slower.

Therefore, it took tens of millions of years to expand to the Nine Realms on the basis of the true form.

Nowadays, it has expanded from the Nine Realm to the Eleven Realm (the convincing before the real form, the location before the spiritual phase, but those two realms are only transitions, so it is generally called the Nine Realm).

"Of course I won't fix it."

An Qisheng nodded.

The nine realms of Wanyang Realm are the changes of martial arts over tens of millions of years. Behind every step of transformation is the legend of countless days.

He entered the dream world in order to condense his most perfect body flowers. These nine realms naturally need to be fully cultivated, and each realm must be cultivated to the peak and complete.

But this, there is no need to specifically say it.

"That's good."

Yuan Duxiu was relieved.

He was really afraid that his younger brother would have to practice alone.

One situation can also be king, but any situation is the essence of countless days of outstanding people.

In the ancient times, the supreme single practice was because there was only one.

But now there are nine realms, and you have to go to a single realm, which is too silly.

The two said a few words without a match, mostly An Qisheng said, Yuan Duxiu was listening.

Yuan Duxiu's original "Twelve Dragon Boxing" was not clever, and An Qisheng speculated that the person who created the boxing skill could not touch his foot even if he turned his heel on the boxing skill.

However, some of these legal principles are common to other realms, and they cannot be abandoned.

In particular, Yuan Duxiu has more than two decades of accomplishments in this fist.

Therefore, according to the law of the twelve dragon fists, An Qisheng displayed the ‘Da Da Yan Yan Tong’.

Call~

Yuan Duxiu closed his eyes and crossed his knees, only to feel that his eyebrows were slightly cool, that was An Qisheng's fingers on his eyebrows.

‘Dayan Tiantong. ’

An Qisheng murmured in his heart, and for the first time performed the magical power of Dayan Tiantong on others.

He used this magical power only once, or used it to deduce the world coordinates. The effect was extremely immediate, and the coordinates of the hexagonal universe were calculated within a few moments.

Before, his physique was weak and weak and could not bear the large fluctuations of the mind. At this time, the real shape was initially condensed, and his physique had a reborn change.

You can try it.

Hum~

Yuan Duxiu's heart shook slightly, only to suddenly feel a ray of light in a sea of ​​nothingness.

This ray of light is not so strong, but it glances in the dark sea of ​​mind, but it is so bright that people cannot look directly at it, just like the first light since the universe opened.

The ancient darkness has ended since then.

Roar~

Then, a shocking dragon sound burst, spreading, so that Yuan Duxiu's body pores were relaxed, and his scalp was numb.

The moment when the golden light burst out, a powerful dragon with scales, claws and teeth, and a powerful dragon, crossed with him.

The integrity, spirit, and high spirits of the train made Yuan Du show off his mind for a while.

I just feel that this is the real dragon!

And this is just the beginning.

Roar~

Roar~

Roar~

Long Yin lay down one after another, bursting out of nothingness.

Tao Dao Shenlong lies in the sea of ​​heart, or lurks in the abyss, or jumps in the sky, or takes the change of four times, or moves in the wind...

There are hundreds of dragons and hundreds of prestige.

At this time, the dragon's attitudes seemed to appear at the same time.

Then, Wanlong roared, between the vertical and horizontal interweaving, from the heart of the sea into a brilliant round of brilliant sun.

Big day Wanlong fist!

In a trance, the essence of Dao and Dao filled the heart, telling about the changes of thousands of fist roads, as if the ancient Supreme Holy Emperor preached, making Yuan Duxiu tremble.

‘Brother, is it the ancient Emperor Tianzun? ’

Opening his eyes again, Yuan Duxiu's look at An Qisheng has changed dramatically.

If it were not for 30 million years from ancient times to the present, there has never been a similar flower. The ancient emperor, the supreme, and the heavenly emperor never had a time to reproduce.

He almost always thinks that the younger brother in front of him is the ancient supreme reincarnation.

But Rao is so, and a trace of awe flashed in his heart inevitably.

Such boxing...

"This big-day Wanlong fist is just a prototype, how to perfect it depends on yourself."

An Qisheng said, took out more than one hundred'True Pills' from the wooden box and threw it to Yuan Duxiu, and then put all the wooden boxes into Qiankun bags.

He did not use Dayan Tiantong to push this boxing technique to its peak.

One is that he knows very little about the exercises in this world, but that deducing the exercises consumes more power, and third, it is too perfect exercises, which is also a kind of strangulation for people themselves.

A perfect method is enough to cover all the aura of a person.

Call~

His body was slightly larger, and he was barely able to cross his legs.

He didn't care about the imagination in Yuan Duxiu's heart, and closed his eyes.

"Hoo~"

Yuan Duxiu took a deep breath, depressed his heart and boiled, and returned to his room while holding Zhenxing Dan.

He was excited, but he forgot for a moment.

The countless immortality medicines he bought were all collected by An Qisheng.

Hum~

An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, and from his perspective, the three-hearted blue spirit boy who was jumping around among many spiritual imprints emerged.

That is the many imprints he took from the Yibao Pavilion, and many marks of the Divine Soldiers.

Containing the original magic weapon, the most impressive thing is the Lord of the Divine Soldier.

The martial art practice of Wanyang Realm has been deduced to a peak. Regardless of the magic weapon or the Divine Weapon, they are more similar to the'Heaven-Man Divine Weapon' in Jiufu Realm.

Of these many magic weapon weapons, nine of them are all kinds of swords, guns, and sticks, and only a few are like seals and small tripods.

"These information groups contain more things than before."

Sanxin Lan Lingtong groaned happily.

"Summary and summary, select the essence and pass it to me."

An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes.

The cultivators in Wanyang Realm are kings with their physiques. Their tyrannical physiques have isolated the leakage of spirits to some extent, and it is much more difficult to collect the spiritual imprints than the human path.

However, he was not surprised. Daqian's dream was only a supernatural power, and he did not think of relying on a supernatural power to run through the world.

.......

Dingtian City traverses three thousand miles from east to west, and stretches five thousand miles from north to south, like an ancient beast creeping on the wilderness, and nine large rivers including Lailongjiang surround its side.

This is the capital city of Dingtian Mansion, and it is also one of the nine hundred king cities with the longest years in Dongzhou.

The Tianding Kingdom is also the only dynasty with two royal cities among the hundreds of dynasties in Dongzhou, Dingtian City, also known as the Western Capital.

The population is large and the prosperity is endless.

Although it was only early in the morning, it was already full of human voices, and the noise of millions of people awakened this huge city that had slept all night.

The Yanshui Pavilion at the corner of Nancheng City, however, had just arrived to close its doors and rest.

"Uncle Yu~"

With a sweet, female voice with a long tail sounded with the knock on the door, shouting to wake up Yu Qianshan who stayed in the heap of fat powder all night:

"It's getting better in the sun, and you should get up. Outside, the man has been waiting for you all night."

"Let him wait."

Yu Qianshan stretched out a long lazy waist around the jade legs of his pink arms: "It's just a dog from the Lin family, so let him wait ten more nights, what can he do?"

As he got up, the seven or eight women in Yingyingyanyan ignored the soreness of their bodies as if they were torn by an elephant overnight, changing clothes for men.

The gray suit, long boots, and a straw hat add to form a lazy, slender and strong man.

"Sir, you go slowly."

Several women wore exposed, delicate faces that could not stop the drowsiness.

"Who said Ye is leaving?"

Yu Qianshan sat at the table and tapped lightly: "Sang'er, what's the matter, even the table wine and dishes are saved?"

"Where dare, where dare?"

A middle-aged woman with a charming charm outside the door pushed in the door. UU reading www.uukanshu.com smiled and said, "It's just that Mr. Lin. Yes, we also have, we also send."

As he spoke, he signaled the women in the house to go out.

A few women, such as Meng Amnesty, hurried out of the room, and only a pretty girl with a seven-point appearance similar to a middle-aged woman walked the slowest, limping.

"Alas, the years are rushing."

Yu Qianshan shook his head slightly, and looked at the woman with a sigh of exclamation: "When I came here forty years ago, your mother was twenty-eight years old. Now, you are not too young..."

"You are not old."

Looking at Ying Wu as if forty years ago, there was no trace of Yu Qianshan in the slightest years, the middle-aged woman was a little complicated.

Even in today's world, no one can practice martial arts. Their three or four generations have been in this Yanshui Pavilion for sixty years. Isn't it just to let future generations set foot on that path?

"The ancient emperor will be old and will die, let alone me in Qianshan?"

Yu Qianshan shook his head and sighed:

"Forget it, for the forty years that your grandchildren have served me for forty years, let the puppies of the Lin family come in."

"Uncle Yu, great grace."

The middle-aged woman was relieved and quickly retreated.

After a while, the pale-faced Lin Gou had already entered the house: "Lin Dog has seen the uncle, but you haven't seen it for years.

Faced with compliments, Yu Qianshan flicked his fingers impatiently:

"Some words, there is fart!"

Lin Gou bowed his head and covered his anger, respectfully said: "Go back to Lord, Blue Water City, there is a fat sheep."

"Oh?"

Yu Qianshan took off his straw hat and glanced at his eyes: "How fat?"

"10% of them have been enough for you to be in this Yanshui Pavilion for 500 years."

Yu Qianshan narrowed his eyes:

"is it?"

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