martial law

One can imagine how bored he was.

Is this trying to dry me out?

Could it be that you still have to wait for me to plead.

Beautiful you?

Yang Lin shook his head and stopped paying attention to the other party's small belly.

After Shen Zhifan left, he ate some food casually and didn't ask the little boy to clean up.

He directly closed the door, sat upright on the couch, and prepared to practice internal strength.

From Taihu Lake to Zhongnan Mountain, he went round and round, wasting such a long time, and finally learned the Quanzhen inner strength.

If you say that you are not in a hurry to practice at this time, it must be a lie.

However, Yang Lin is required to practice slowly like Uncle Ma Yu said, spending several years or even ten years, step by step to get through the small Zhou, and then to the big Zhou, until the Zhou is perfect, and practice the Quanzhen inner strength to Dacheng.

In this way, he will definitely not do it.

How can there be so much American time for myself.

When he mastered the innate kung fu and reached the state of being able to wash the marrow and cut the veins of others, the bones of the little sister Lu Xiaowan were cold early, and it was already too late to save her.

From Ma Yu's words, it can be heard that the inheritance of innate skills still exists.

It's just that none of the Quanzhen Seven Masters and their senior brothers have met the requirements for cultivation.

This is a little strange.

From Yang Lin's point of view, no matter whether it is Master Master Ma, who is in charge of teaching, or Master Qiu, the real person from Changchun, they have actually reached the perfection of the Quanzhen Internal Strength Great Zhou Tian for many years.

Even they can't practice innate skills, so what kind of conditions are needed?

Could it be that this kind of kung fu can only be practiced by a top expert?

And whether Wang Chongyang died young because of his improper practice back then.

Think of this question.

Yang Lin actually didn't understand.

Among the five masters in the world, the other four don't talk about longevity, at least they are physically strong.

The one with the shortest life span can live to be eight or ninety years old.

But this number one in the world and the leader of the five masters who also practiced innate skills died early, only living to be more than 50 years old.

This is a very strange thing for a master of martial arts, and even a master of Taoism who has practiced innate skills.

But Lin Chaoying from the Ancient Tomb Sect died earlier, probably in his early forties.

People all over the world say that practicing Qi can keep one's health healthy, but the more they practice, the shorter their lifespan will be. Maybe there is something wrong.

Of course, there is no need to think so much now, let's practice Quanzhen's inner strength first.

Yang Lin turned his attention to Yan Wuling, and now he has 200 martial arts points.

It is estimated that it can be practiced to the point of running a big circle, so let's improve.

The light and shadow in front of my eyes changed.

What is familiar is the learning illusion, and I am no longer myself, the difference is the surrounding scenery.

The new wind is bleak all around, and the iron clothes are cold.

He found that he was standing on a low mountain, and the foot of the mountain was densely packed with military formations, gathering towards the north, and a general was shouting.

"Marshal Yue is going to Lin'an. His life or death is uncertain. The city of Kaifeng is ahead. Everyone is willing to follow me all the way to the north, kill Jin Wushu, and take back Kaifeng City."

A sense of desolation surged into Yang Lin's heart.

So, he knew.

This battle is actually the last battle.

Marshal Yue's [-] elite soldiers had already disappeared a few days ago.

Just before breaking through Kaifeng and going straight to Huanglong.

Just saw the dawn of victory, and then, it is likely to usher in a cold and eternal night.

The imperial soldiers and horses have already retreated.

People along the road cried and howled.

Everyone couldn't think about it, they couldn't keep it, and they couldn't call back the savior in their hearts, the ever-victorious Marshal Yue.

Only the Loyalty Army, under the leadership of Liang Xing and others, had a total of [-] soldiers and horses, and they refused to disperse for a long time.

After fighting against the Kingdom of Jin for more than ten years, countless heroes of the North were buried in the wilderness.

Others can flee south, they cannot.

Because, the hometown has long since disappeared. More than ten years ago, it had disappeared under the golden soldiers and iron cavalry and turned into ashes.

Country hatred, family feud.

How can I rest?

Yamashita is doing the final mobilization.

On the mountain, Yang Lin found that he was now an eight or nine-year-old child, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and sitting side by side was a seven or eight-year-old girl. arts.

"At the beginning of the chaos, the five directions were established, and the universe, the sun and the moon spread the three principles. The heaven and the sky are arranged like stars, and the sky is clear and the earth is turbid, yin and yang..."

The words enter the ears.

A cold and sharp breath infiltrated into the body invisibly and qualitatively.

Carrying the meager energy of inner energy in his body, it circulates in circles.

The mood quickly became indifferent, without joy or sorrow, without love or hatred...

It seems that the white clouds and dogs in front of me are just a big dream.

After a meal time.

The middle-aged Taoist priest sitting on the stone has stopped explaining.

Yang Lin felt the inner energy in his body, and stopped.

It's just that the trickle of internal force that was originally as thick as chopsticks has become the size of a needle tip...

Although the total amount has decreased, the quality has increased many times.

Presumably, the power of the shot will be much stronger.

The most bizarre thing is that after such a tempering, his body is gradually strengthening at a speed that can be detected.

From tendons to bones, then from bone marrow to blood vessels...

A clear mind and a strong body have unspeakable benefits.

However, the only disadvantage is that the internal strength has become much less.

The previous half a year of practice was basically useless, completely unusable.

"Shaozhe, Chaoying, you two remember...

This golden gate and jade lock twelve-storied building is the key to the great achievement of Qi training and the breakthrough of innateness.

If I want to practice my innate sword qi, I have to wait until the basic qigong is perfect, and then practice the twelve-story building, and temper my body little by little, so that I can withstand the innate sword qi to be firm and sharp.

Otherwise, it will not only hurt the body, but also cause the origin to collapse.

It will also damage Shouyuan, and it will be too late to regret. "

This sounds complicated, but it sounds simple.

It means that the two of them should not forcibly practice the innate sword energy before the Jinguan Yusuojue has not reached the realm of the twelve-story building.

Otherwise, it will be short-lived.

As for the consummation of the internal strength that laid the foundation before, he didn't give any special instructions.

Because I believe they can do it.

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest put a booklet close to his body and put it in Yang Lin's hand, turning his head and saying nothing more.

Standing tall, he said with a loud smile: "Shangguan old hero, Master Jingyuan, Fairy Xuanyue, you dare to go to the Jinbing camp with me, and meet that demon master Pufeng for a while?"

"Since Immortal Excalibur Ye has such arrogance, I will give up my life to accompany the gentleman."

A tall old man with white hair and beard laughed loudly, and the sound shook the whole field.

Shaolin Master Jingyuan and Fairy Xuanyue of Kunlun also responded: "I have that intention, let's go together."

The army under the mountain was dispatched.

The sword current on Ye Zhenren's body circulated, and with one step down, he merged into the army.

The three people behind them also looked at each other and smiled, then followed.

He knew it was dangerous, but he didn't care.

After fighting for ten years, he finally had to give himself an explanation.

In today's battle, there were nine deaths, maybe the country will be dusty, and it will return to the smell.

But so what?

Willing to burn the remnant body to a torch, fight for the mountains like iron, and the setting sun like blood...

Chapter 171

When Yang Lin woke up again.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the cold moonlight outside the window shining on the table in the hut, and the stars were dotted.

There is silence all around, and the sound of countless breaths can be heard far and near, evenly and peacefully.

The scenes of life and death fighting with iron horses in my memory gradually faded from my heart.

I only remember that Ye Wentian, Daoist Ye, known as the Zhongnan Excalibur, burned his body and turned into a shocking rainbow, passing through Pufeng's body.

And Na Pufeng, standing there, was almost three meters tall, his muscles bulged like tumors, and his bones were as hideous as canine teeth.

The old heroes of Shangguanying, Fairy Xuanyue and Master Jingyuan, under the mace in his hand, did not have many opportunities to play at all.

Being swung by the stick, the sky was swept up by a strong wind, and it was beaten into a blood mist.

Of course, when he attacked the other three masters, Ye Wentian also found an opportunity.

With a sword piercing the heart, the innate sword energy exploded, and at the cost of his own death, Pufeng's entire chest was blown into nothingness.

With a blow from Ye Wentian's divine sword, his body scattered into the air and turned into nothingness.

At the last moment, he seemed to be smiling, looking at the little man and woman on the top of the cliff in the distance...

The body of Pufeng, the master of the Kingdom of Jin and the demon master, also collapsed a little bit, and he let out earth-shattering shouts, but he still did not die.

He picked up a huge mace and charged into the formation of the Loyalty Army. A wave of blood was set off under the stick, and he rushed three miles away. He fell headfirst to the ground and never got up again.

The golden soldiers came later, the Tiefutu army was launched, and 20 golden soldiers followed.

In this battle, all [-] loyal soldiers were killed, and none of them surrendered.

Yang Lin didn't know when he felt some wet marks on his face.

He regained his composure and rubbed his face, only then did he have the mood to observe the abnormality of his body.

The Quanzhen internal strength taught by Danyangzi Ma Yu himself has now changed from a thin thread of airflow to a rolling river, flowing silently and majesticly through the meridians.

Along the road, there are dots of dots, that is, the acupuncture points have been opened one by one...

Twelve orthodox meridians and eight extraordinary meridians form a dense network.

The airflow goes round and round, never stops, and runs automatically.

This is the big week and it's all done.

In the middle of the night, he caught up with and even surpassed Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping by two levels.

Compared with Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi and others' Great Circle is only a small realm behind.