In the martial arts forging soldiers, the martial arts realm can turn vital energy into fire and practice forging weapons.

Qi elixir can be used to transform spiritual energy into fire in the realm of heaven and man, and practice alchemy.

In Lingyue Kingdom, there are very few warriors. Not only does warriors need talent and a large amount of supplies, but even with these, their practice is also very difficult. All of these people who practice martial arts are born unable to cultivate spiritual energy, and their martial arts talents are excellent. Only with the strong support of the family can they practice.

The biggest difference between the two is that the energy spots in heaven and earth are mixed. The warrior regards himself as a weapon to forge his energy, absorbs the energy of heaven and earth, discharges excess chaotic energy, and stores it in the body. The energy in the body is called vitality.

Qi Refiner uses the dantian as a elixir and the body forms a furnace. He refines the energy of heaven and earth to gather the dantian, and discharges the remaining spots and mixed energy. The energy left in the dantian is called spiritual energy.

After Han Feng's Dantian was deposed, he was depressed for several months and was addicted to the Han family's library all day long. He read a large number of classics, but he could not find a way to restore the Dantian, so he had to give up. At that time, he was weak and gained little. When he remembered the classics, there was a record of the method of using fire crystal to refine elixirs. The deposed boy suddenly decided to practice alchemy and tried the medicine with his body, and his body became increasingly deteriorating.

Han Feng got the herbs and did not refine them immediately. His body was the capital of revolution.

When practicing the boxing stance for the first time, I clearly felt that my body had improved, so I decided to refine a large amount of medicinal power in my body first.

In the past month of the Wuling Palace storm, Han Feng removed the waste discharge and practiced in the room all day long, but as the practice became longer and longer, it changed from three meals a day to five meals a day. This made the maid sending meals in the middle of the night, doubting whether the young master had turned his grief and anger into appetite and forgetting the past. If this continues, he will probably become a pig in a few months, and he will feed him himself, and he feels a sense of accomplishment. It’s a pity that he can’t sell it for money.

"Cui'er, what are you doing? Who can eat this? When it is reported, I thought the Han family could not solve the problem of food and clothing. Come and send me another copy quickly." Han Feng was dissatisfied and called out casually.

The girl named Cui'er left in response. She really couldn't make a living. This was a meal of one and a half for adults.

Han Feng reached the second level of blood training and found that the itchy feeling of the Dantian was becoming more and more obvious, especially when practicing boxing, the warmth of the Dantian was a sign of the recovery of the Dantian. If this continues for three months, the Dantian can recover.

The cicadas outside the door cried, and the boy practicing boxing inside the room used a one-to-four-level punching technique. It marked Han Feng entering the fourth level of liver refining. Han Feng, who was doing boxing, felt the thunder of his inner dantian, and his dantian recovered.

Three years, three years, and more than three years, I hope that the Dantian will recover, and now it has become. I am very excited, like thousands of wild horses riding off the rope, galloping in the vast heart. I suppressed my emotions tightly, and Han Feng continued to practice boxing until his whole body was powerless and not enough to support the next set of boxing styles, and then he slowly sat down cross-legged.

The feeling of being familiar with the long-lost road is back. It is the unique way of breathing and cultivation for Qi practitioners. Everything seems to be back three years ago, I was sitting in this room, practicing day after day. Everyone is called the emperor, and the genius from heaven is still the one who is full of energy.

Overnight, a trace of energy passes through the meridians, and the milky white breath enters the dantian. At the same time, all the remaining medicinal power in the body flows through the meridians, like a stream flowing into a dry lake, gurgling spiritual energy gathers in the dantian and atomizes into beads. The beads are the size of a thumb, and they directly reach the third level of Qi training.

In the early morning, a ray of dawn leaked from the east, rendering the clouds into gold, allowing everything in the world to know that the sun is rising in the east. Han Feng could no longer suppress his emotions, smashed the door with one punch, rushed out of the house, and the Han family rushed wildly and shouted, and saw the door with a palm.

A room "Feng'er, Feng'er, is it really crazy?" Han Linyun held Han Feng's head in both hands and looked closer at Han Feng's demented eyes. He felt dizzy and his hands slowly stroked over Han Feng's shoulders.

He sighed: "The fate is unfair, the heaven is unfair, the heaven is not good, and the bad luck will bring you all your life."

Suddenly, Han Feng looked at the forty-year-old man in front of him and smiled heartily: "Haha, Uncle, you have been deceived by me. I'm fine, not crazy. The fourth level of martial arts."

Han Linyun recovered from sadness and said slowly: "It's fine, it's fine."

Suddenly, a big hand was afraid that Han Feng would feel pain in his head.

"What's your fourth level of martial arts?" Han Linyun said in surprise.

"If you want to change it"

"Try my uncle and try it."

Han Feng's fist came out like a dragon, Han Linyun's arm turned into a shadow, and he tightly clamped Han Feng's fist and took a step back. He was secretly surprised that this power was not weaker than the fifth level.

"There will be a time when the wind and waves are broken, and the sails of clouds are hanging across the vast sea." Han Linyun wrote an impromptu poem with a heroic spirit.

Han Feng's body was like a gun, and his black robe was no longer decadent. Tianchen would have a place in the future.

"I am annoyed in front of the flowers under the moon, and the frost under the wine, and the wind is still dreaming of the coldness of this life. How many white horses fly away, the sea is vast. The broken sword is soaring into the clouds, the long tassels are proudly spreading, when will it gallop back to the frontier? Don't say that the years are unpredictable, don't say that the old man is half alone, and don't let the young be crazy." Han Feng immediately read a poem.

"What a wonderful thing, what a wonderful thing is that I will live up to the young man." Han Linyun praised.

"This poem "The Wind is Mad""

"Feng'er came here to take her pulse and see if her body was normal."

Han Linyun pulled Han Feng's arm and sensed everything in his body. When he sensed the Dantian, he was suddenly shocked and was about to ask.

Han Feng shook his head with a smile and said, "Uncle keeps it confidential."

"Good boy, I've grown up." Han Linyun smiled and touched his head in front of him.

"I've been bothering my uncle these days."

"After you've learned to be polite, just tell your uncle what you need in the future."

Last time Han Feng asked for one piece of marrow washing pill, Han Linyun knew it was one piece, but he still had two more pieces. In three years, Han Feng was like a bottomless pit, and it was useless. He had a lot of elixirs and a lot of materials. At least Han Linyun spent 20,000 taels of gold for this and completely drained his savings. The couple quarreled about this, but Han Ningtong's little girl did not tell Han Feng.

"I heard that trash can practice martial arts."

"Shush, you will be punished severely when the head of the family heard it."

"No, Han Feng is lucky enough to meet the head of the family who values ​​love and friendship. How could the average family let this waste? It would have been a long time since they were killed."

"The head of the family is let go. Whoever dares to hurt Han Feng will definitely kill all his family, and who dares to mess with him?"

"But even if the martial arts genius practices martial arts now, it is difficult to achieve great success and be destined to be fruitless."

"Forget it, let's hurry up and repair the door." Two servants were repairing the door.

The news of Han Feng's martial arts practice spread throughout the Han family, but the news was not alarming. Even if a genius was at such an age, it would be difficult to achieve great success. And there was still three years of agreement that whether he could survive depends entirely on the will of heaven. The will of heaven is Situ Anlan of Wuling Palace.

In the room, Han Feng lit fire crystals, threw the medicinal materials into one by one, and the broken medicine cauldron was slowly refined. The Chinese medicinal materials of the medicine cauldron were turned into powder. Han Feng was half focused, paying attention to the situation in the cauldron, and part of the mind paid attention to the heat. The powder gradually showed a tendency to merge.

"Does the young master need meals?" The maid outside the door asked softly.

This question disturbed Han Feng. The pill that should have been melted was blown up by a sound of blowing the stove, and he was helpless when he looked at half of the pill.

"You don't need to make noise without my permission in the future." Han Feng said sternly. With this failure, Han Feng slashed a corner of the table with his palm, engraved the words "Don't Disturb", hung them in front of the door, and told the maid not to disturb the words, and not to let anyone enter the door to make noise, and ask at will without literal questions.

After saying that, Han Feng concentrated again and controlled the second piece of materials to invest, and this time it was successfully formed. Looking at the pill in front of him, Han Feng was amazed that this green thing was quite valuable and he would not have to pay for money in the future.

One cultivator is born in a thousand people, and one alchemist is born in a few thousand people. Alchemists are all rich and are a popular profession. To cultivate alchemists, they must first have the talent for medicine, and then a lot of money. It can be said that every alchemist is piled up with money.

Han Feng successfully refined the third marrow-cleaning pill.

After the boxing technique, Han Feng entered the bathtub, crushed and threw half of the scrapped pill into the water, and the pill immediately melted and disappeared when it encountered water. The third pill was of better quality. Take the third pill and start practicing.

Today is sunny and sunny. Han Feng has not taken a step from the Han family since May. In the sleeve bag, there is a small wooden box, which is the second marrow-cleaning pill of poor quality, ready to be sold.

"Who is your visitor to the Han family?" An escort at the door asked Han Feng politely.

Han Feng looked at him and remembered. To be precise, he had never taken a step from the Han family in the past three and a half years. No wonder the guards didn't know him.

"Why don't you know your own family?" Han Feng asked back.

"Why don't you know my family? It's just that who is your master?"

"Han Feng"

"So it's Young Master Han, no wonder he looks so similar to the Second Master."

Han Feng came to interest and asked, "Why have you seen my father?"

"Young Master is joking. I have been in the Han family for more than 20 years, so I have naturally seen the second master."

"Well, I will call me Xiaofeng in the future, so there is no need to be respectful."

"Young Master Feng, how dare you? There are family rules and people have superiority and inferiority. Now I am happy to see the young master cheering up."

"Forget it, it's up to you"

"Young Master Feng walks slowly," the guard dragged Changyin.

Han Feng waved to the gate behind him and left.

Walking on the bluestone road, there are many shops on the street, with small vendors shouting and bargaining, and the people coming and going were extremely lively. Han Feng looked at the two-sided shops with curiosity. Most of the ancient lofts, but they do not exceed three floors. It is said that the city lord stipulated that no more than three floors of buildings in the city should be built.

After walking for half an hour, the sun was red, and I entered a small alley, full of the fragrance of rouge,

"Young Master, come and listen to the song!"

"Young Master, come and have a drink."

"Young master is so handsome, you can come and have a heart-to-heart talk with me." Some delicate words came.

Han Feng avoided a handkerchief that was falling down and looked at the young women dressed in a group of gauzes and refused one by one, "I am not sure, I will come if I have the chance."

It made the women giggle...

It’s really hard to save your life today, so I don’t have the intention to appreciate flowers.
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