Great Lord of Calamity’s Reincarnation Chapter 311: Meridian
What should I do if I get caught on fire?
Online, it's urgent.
Anyway, it is also a generation of martial arts circle supreme. Fang Xian did not wait to die like learning Luo Yi, but quickly thought about the solution.
"Actually, true qi is getting into trouble, and the most important thing is not to be anxious to disturb anyway. Otherwise, the more anxious it is, the easier it will be to enter the road, and there will be no death..."
"Luo Yi is dead just now, but he is just in a state of coping, letting himself go... It's just that outsiders can't learn... Until now, the true qi has gone back to normal, which is a mess of the meridians and paralysis of the limbs..."
"The "Meridian" in this world is actually an extraordinary network created in the body using true qi... so instead of opening a few meridians, it is "making" a few meridians..."making" There is a canon which is the entry of martial arts, there are twelve levels, corresponding to the twelve canons! After the breakthrough is martial artist! martial artist cultivate odd meridian eight veins, there are eight levels! When will the most difficult "casting" Ren Du two veins be successfully built, It’s the innate warrior!"
Twelfth Wushu, eighth martial artist, and innate warrior! This is the way of extraordinary promotion in this world!
"In this world, except for babies, most of the people are martial arts, but martial artist is one of the best. innate martial arts teachers are very rare. They represent the qualifications to preach and teach, but they can be human teachers!"
"Luo Yi had already successfully built the twelve classics, and the Wusheng realm was successful. It is hopeful that he will be admitted to the first-class Martial Way university. He is a top student of Tianhua High School... But he is eager to break through martial artist and take risks to create eight classics. In the "Yang Qiao Mai" in the middle, something went wrong. Not only did I die, but the original twelve seriousness was also a mess... It was a joke to reorganize."
“For today’s sake, this superficial internal force and meridians can’t be needed!”
Inside a mess of meridians, Fang Xian quickly made a decision.
Different cultivation technique, the casting of the twelve serious is also different.
Some cultivation techniques have the heaviest foundation. The built meridian is Tongtian Avenue, while Luo Yi is studying the basic internal strength of the school. The meridian created is weak. The internal force is the difference between the country’s dirt road and the highway.
"Actually... if Luo Yi can practice superior internal skills and create a tenacity that is tenacious enough, even if he gets into trouble this time, he will not be so miserable!"
"Rather than slowly sorting out, it is better to push down and come back!"
Change to others, you need expert to help you disperse the power, and the skill of the person who shoots must be high enough and the operation is careful enough so that only the meridian of the function can be abolished without hurting the body.
But Fang Xian doesn't need someone to help him waste his work, he can do it himself!
Because he has alchemy and robbery in addition to that shallow internal force!
With the vision of a generation of martial arts circle supreme, you can easily lose work without damaging your body.
In a move of heart, the tragedy of the fourth-level alchemist surged into the "Twelve Serious" network in Luo Yi.
The network was full of holes, and it was suddenly blown up by the ferocious robbery.
Poof!
Fang Xian opened his mouth and spit out a bruise.
The bruised purple and black, with plaques, emits a foul odor.
After he vomited, his numbness in his limbs disappeared. He stood up and shook his thighs and arms, feeling refreshed, and there was no longer any danger of getting caught in the fire.
"After all, the meridians and internal forces are gone. What else can you get into?"
"Martial Way in this world is much more powerful than that of the ancient martial arts world... Casting a pair of bizarre scriptures on its own... so as to go beyond the limits of the human body and embark on an extraordinary road?"
"My body is so miserable now, from Wusheng 12th-level consummation to an ordinary person...was abolished martial arts, this is placed in the society, but it is not worse than life and death, and... …Luo Yi’s college entrance exam is over...”
Of course, even though martial arts is gone, Fang Xian is still a level 4 alchemist.
The power of self-preservation is never lacking, even stronger.
He came to the lake and looked at the reflection inside.
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who looks plain and ordinary, wearing white short sleeves and jeans, is very clean and refreshing, with a youthful vitality.
It is still early morning.
Fang Xian walked out of the secluded forest and saw the old lady who scattered scattered in the morning exercise.
Between an old man wearing a white exercise suit breathing, two white qi like spirit snakes, fluctuating between their noses, obviously have a strong internal skill.
Beside, an aunt who seems to come to the square dance, a harrier turned up and jumped on the tall branches, running and flashing on it, walking on the flat ground, and his skill is very good.
More often, parents take their children and start basic skills such as zamabu and boxing.
"You guys listen well, the young do not practice boxing, the boss is a turtle! Without a strong enough body, deep enough true qi, how to drive motives? In the future, your classmates will become high above the sky, flying away, Mecha divisions traveling through the universe, you can only eat dirt on the ground! I don’t know how to regret it!"
"Sweating more now, less bleeding in the future, punch me a hundred times!"
A man who looks like a fitness instructor has a ruddy complexion and sighs with full energy.
"Yes!"
A group of elementary school students replied loudly, and there was a lot of rules when walking.
The Fang Xian can see that they all have at least one meridian, which is the basic practice of martial arts.
‘It’s… An ordinary Jianghu person from that ancient martial arts world came over, maybe he was going to be knocked down by the elementary school students. ’
He carried his hands on his back, shook his head, and walked out of the park.
"Sell buns! Freshly made buns!"
"Hotcakes, fritters, soy milk..."
At the gate of the park, there are many breakfast shops with all kinds of meals.
Fang Xian walked to a dim sum shop with significantly more guests than other stalls in line with the memory of the original owner and patiently queued.
After entering the store, you can see the tall steamer piled up into a hill, but there is no fire stove, gas and other kitchenware.
An old man with white hair and white hair who wears white practice clothes with his hands flat and inhales deeply.
Boom!
A heat wave erupted from the dim sum steamer.
"Qin Lao's "Sanyang Qigong" is becoming more and more profound..." The onlookers couldn't help but give their thumbs up: "This hand Qigong, Laoyang, Zhongyang, Shaoyang three flavors are quite popular, from within Steaming the dim sum and locking the essence and fragrance is really tiresome."
"Haha, thank you for your love."
Qin Lao arched his hands around and went to the back kitchen to rest, and some folks came out to sell steamed dim sum.
"Bring me a barley! Take away!"
When it was Fang Xian's turn~IndoMTL.com~ He swiped the brush on the counter with the communication bracelet on his wrist, and he heard the sound of deduction.
He took the roasted wheat and took a bite. He suddenly felt a familiar and unfamiliar fresh fragrance pouring out of his mouth. His body seemed to have automatic memory. The taste buds could not wait to secrete saliva and swallowed.
After eating, Fang Xian walked to the door of Luo Yijia.
A middle-aged man who is not tall, not fat, short or thin is dumping garbage. When he saw Fang Xian, he could not help but scolded and said: "Little Bunny, eat outside again!"
Fang Xian recognizes that this is Luo Yi's father, named Luo Cheng.
He looked at this middle-aged man and wanted to ask, are you sure our names are not opposite?
"What are you looking at?" Luo Cheng asked Fang Xian strangely and asked again.
"Nothing!"
Fang Xian rolled his eyes. Can I say that I hold a slot in my heart, don't you know how to vomit?