I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The practice of Martial Dao, after three thousand miles, needs to condense the true meaning of Martial Dao, use the true meaning to "refine and transform Qi", and finally become the incarnation of Martial Dao at six thousand miles, which is a road leading to the mysteries of the poor human body.

As the master of Martial Dao, even if Chen Luo doesn't refine it himself, Martial Dao will continue to give him feedback, but the speed will be slightly slower.

Since coming to Nanhuang, Chen Luo's practice has also been delayed because there are not many opportunities to transform back into a human body.

It has been almost three months, and there is no breakthrough!

Fortunately, the Martial Dao of the human race is now prosperous, and the power of Martial Dao's feedback is continuous, allowing Chen Luo to finally step out of the four thousand miles and enter the stage of the five thousand miles.

Chen Luo returned to Liaozhai's study room and told Mastiff Lingling to guard the door, and then released the supernatural power of the blood body transformation to restore the human race. Just at Setsuna where Chen Luo restored the true form of the human race, a series of colorful auras emerged from Chen Luo's body, and it seemed that there were countless figures displaying the Martial Dao Cultivation Technique in the mist, and finally belonged to Chen Luo.

Majestic power surged through Chen Luo's blood vessels, and a trace of hot feeling spread throughout the body along the Meridians. During the refining of Qi, Chen Luo felt that his physical body was further strengthened. .

Chen Luo calmed down, on the six thousand miles of colorful avenue, there seemed to be a red sun slowly rising, and the perception of martial arts turned into a ray of light, illuminating the colorful avenue.

On the avenue, the light of Martial Dao fell from countless walking figures, and the light fell into a Daoist shadow. All the walking figures stopped suddenly and bowed towards the red sun on the avenue. A salute.

...

Dongcang City, Lunjian Pavilion.

A Taoist student was attacking the opposite Practitioner with mind-soul telepathy. The Practitioner dodged in a panic, but one of them was unable to dodge in time, and was finally hit by a bolt of telepathy. He pulled out a rope from his hand and quickly wrapped around one corner of the arena. He grabbed the other end of the rope and circled around the entangled corner of the arena. Finally, he fell heavily on the edge of the arena.

The Taoist disciple put away his spells and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, you have lost again!"

The Practitioner struggled to get up, squeezed out a little smile, and said with difficulty: "I...haven't gotten out of the ring yet, no...it's not considered a failure!"

The Taoist disciple frowned slightly, pinched the Fa Jue in his hand, and lightning flashed on his fingers. He said lightly: "Wang Busheng, Wang Busheng, although I admire you, I will not be soft!"

As he said that, the Taoist disciple waved his hand, and a beam of lightning shot at Wang Busheng. The thunder light turned into a ferocious beast, and rushed towards Wang Busheng.

"Here we come, Man Thunder Art!" Seeing this, everyone present could not help but gasp.

The wild thunder technique is a kind of lightning control technique of the Taoist sect. It was comprehended by the Taoist Tianjiao Sadfeng Xiaofeng in an operation to capture wild beasts in Dongcang City. He sacrificed the agility of the Taoist lightning control technique, but increased the thunder method. power.

"It's a pity..." Someone shook his head and sighed, looking at Wang Busheng's appearance, even though the speed of the wild thunder technique was not as fast as the orthodox lightning control technique, Wang Busheng definitely couldn't dodge it.

This method of throwing thunder is enough for Wang Busheng to recuperate at home for three days.

"Wang Busheng's talent is still a bit weaker. Even if the basic skills are extremely solid, if you can't master those powerful martial arts, you will still suffer in the battle!"

As the first batch of Practitioners to enter the city, Wang Busheng's name can be regarded as well-known throughout the city. Unlike Ji Zhong, Song Wuji, and Adamo, who are Martial Dao talents, Wang Busheng has a different meaning to Dongcang Practitioner.

Wang Busheng is not a genius of Martial Dao, he can barely be regarded as a genius. But he was not reconciled to this, and he desperately accepted the tasks of the City Lord's Mansion time and time again in exchange for points. Then I used the points to ask those brothers and sisters who had comprehended advanced martial arts, and wanted to master an advanced martial arts.

You know, even if he desperately took on the task, the points are actually not high.

And advanced martial arts, even if it is comprehension, is it a matter of one day?

I don't know where I heard that the comprehension of martial arts is the fastest in the battle, so he began to frequent the Lunjiange.

Someone with good deeds has counted, so far, he has officially fought 266 times in the Lunjiange, and he has lost all of them!

But he thought that he just didn't win, as long as he could stand up and challenge again, he was undefeated!

Someone advised him to find some confident opponents, but he refused. What he wants are those who are similar to his strength, or even higher than him, to be his opponents.

Only such an opponent can force out his potential.

But the price is that one game won't win!

So, someone named him "Wang Busheng", and over time, no one remembered his real name.

They only know that there is Ji Zhong in Lunjiange, who has never been defeated; there is a king in Lunjiange, who has never been defeated!

But as he fell down again and again and stood up again and again, the voices of ridicule gradually decreased, and the voices of cheering and cheering also increased.

You can knock me down, but you can't beat me!

Countless Practitioners have seen the shadow of own in Wang Busheng, and they all hope that Wang Busheng can win a victory.

But it is a pity that the natural barrier of strength cannot be made up by blessings. Even if Wang Busheng has already understood all the martial arts, even if Wang Busheng risked his life to try to master it, it is still hard to find a victory.

The matter of Wang Busheng once alarmed the Baizhan Hall. After watching Wang Busheng's battle, a famous Confucian once commented: "The aptitude is mediocre, and it is difficult to have inspiration." If the inspiration doesn't come, Tianya is just a hair away.

In this regard, Wang Busheng's answer is: be prepared to work hard and wait for the coming of the inspiration.

At this time, the Man Thunder Art had already hit Wang Busheng, and the scorching electric light slightly bent the broken hair in front of Wang Busheng's forehead.

"Are you going to lose again?" Practitioners around couldn't help but sighed at the same time.

Among all living beings, how many geniuses can there be?

At this moment, they are all invincible.

Some female practitioners even closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the scene of Wang Busheng being hit hard and falling off the ring.

"Is it still not enough?" Wang Busheng looked at the flashing thunder in front of him and took a deep breath, "Practitioner, never admit defeat!"

He circulated the mortal energy all over his body, and when he was about to send out the final blow of own, he suddenly felt shocked, he seemed to see a light!

That ray of light was like a red sun, dispelling the haze in his soul sea. For a moment, Wang Busheng felt that Own's mind and soul were extremely clear, and the martial arts knowledge he had mastered in the past flashed before his eyes like a pair of pictures, and finally condensed into a rainbow, lying across his mind and soul.

"This is..." Wang Busheng's eyes moved slightly, and as the phantom of the colorful bridge appeared in his mind, a piece of martial arts information also appeared in his mind.

All this is a long time to say, but it is an instant to the outside world.

"I understand!" Wang Busheng had a look of disbelief on his face, he waited for it! He waited until the arrival of the aura!

At this time, the wild thunder technique had already hit Wang Busheng's body. Under the helpless and worried gaze of everyone, Wang Busheng suddenly made a weird posture, and the red dust flowed quickly along with the martial arts, and burst out of his body. A powerful suction.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the dazzling barbaric thunder technique disappeared in Wang Busheng's hand.

"The Dafa of Absorbing Stars?" The little Taoist priest on the opposite side was startled.

"No, it's not the Great Art of Absorbing Stars!" said the sharp-eyed Practitioner, "This is the Divine Art of Beiming!"

But soon Wang Busheng vetoed this statement, and saw that the thunder light visible to the naked eye quickly circled in Wang Busheng's body, and then shot out from Wang Busheng's other hand.

"Wow!"

The Man Thunder Technique that had just disappeared reappeared, but this time it rushed towards the Taoist disciples with piercing electric sounds!

"Using the way of the other, return it to the other!" Someone exclaimed!

"Dou Zhuan Xing Yi! It's Diu Zhuan Xing Yi!"

At the same time, the Taoist disciple was obviously not prepared enough, so he re-activated the Innate Purple Qi, and once again condensed a lightning technique, which hit the incoming barbaric lightning technique. The two lightning techniques collided and a loud noise erupted. After the light passed, the Taoist disciple Dressed in rags, half kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. He tried to get up, but couldn't stand up.

Wang Busheng looked at his own opponent, sighed, overloaded his martial arts, and finally made him unable to support himself, and fell to the ground.

At this time, Lun Jiange was quiet.

Here, how to judge?

A moment later, a voice came from the Lunjiange: "This battle is a draw!"

"It's a tie!" Suddenly there was a huge cheer from the Lunjiange, "The king is invincible, it's a tie! This time it's a tie!"

Wang Busheng collapsed on the ring, looking at the ceiling of the Lunjiange, his face was bitter: "Isn't this a 50-50 advanced martial arts?"

"Hey, why is it so difficult to win once?"

...

Hall of Hundred Battles.

Xiang Jixuan stood on the high platform of Baizhan Hall with his hands behind his back, listening to the cheers coming from everywhere in Dongcang City, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A great Confucianist who has fought many battles walked up to Xiang Jixuan, and said with joy: "There is news from the Martial Academy that nearly half of the students have had a breakthrough."

Xiang Jixuan shook his head: "He Shitake, listen to the voice of Dongcang City, and the unheard voice of Daxuan everywhere."

"The master of Martial Dao has made a breakthrough, Martial Dao's luck has increased again!"

The hundred-war Confucian nodded: "I really envy this group of Practitioners, who were born in the same era as the master of Martial Dao."

Xiang Jixuan nodded: "That's right. When the Holy One was there, how many Saints came out? It was those seventy-two disciples and three thousand disciples who laid the foundation of our Confucianism."

"Now, Chen Luo is doing the same thing!"

"Old man, we are witnessing history!"

The Great Confucianist nodded, and together with Xiang Jixuan raised his eyes to look into the distance, there was a bright red sun, trying to rise towards the middle sky.

Amidst the cheers, Dongcang Wutang's recitation became more determined and high-spirited——

"The red sun is just rising, and its path is bright. The river flows out and flows into the ocean... The future is like the sea, and the future is long. My youth, China, is as old as the sky! My youth, China, has no boundaries!"