"Nine-level breathing method of heavenly way."

Fang Xuan recited silently.

This technique can be improved, you only need to change the direction of a spiritual energy flowing in the body.

Time is endless.

In addition to observation, he also has many hobbies, imitating people, and one more is learning.

He did this technique very early and simulated it countless times, and changed it into a technique that was extremely in line with his own.

"This is the first time I have practiced with my physical body..."

The murmuring sounded in the bamboo building.

Fang Xuan's eyes slowly closed.

The courtyard has a mysterious magic array opened, like ripples in the water, covering the courtyard with a bamboo building as the center.

The sun sets, the setting sun is red, like a scorching gauze falling to the sky and the earth.

The crimson glow shines on the bamboo building, and the figures fall on the bed through the window, and the figures are stretched out.

"call."

He opened his mouth slightly and took a breath.

This moment.

Fang Xuan on the bamboo bed seemed to be deflated and was shrinking...

But this phenomenon will end soon.

His nose twitched and his mouth was inhaling. The world and the world changed. A huge airflow gathered, and the scene could be seen by the naked eye.

He was as angry as thousands of dragons, with their teeth and claws, and their ferocious and domineering approaching his nose and mouth.

Ruthless...

There is a sound of running water.

The spiritual energy turned into liquid and gathered towards Fang Xuan.

In the next breath, he was wrapped in spiritual liquid, and he was actually his own strength, using the spiritual energy of the mortal body to turn into liquid and stream water, which was horrifying.

Such a method is extraordinary and saint, so how can a mortal be driven by it?

The ancient bead of devouring the sky was trembling, as if it had found a child, plunged into Fang Xuan's dantian.

boom!

There was a roar in this bamboo courtyard, like a roar of thousands of beasts.

The entire bamboo building is filled with spiritual energy and liquid, spread all over every corner. This is a vision and a reality.

Too scary.

In a moment, Fang Xuan's body was swelling and the air entered his mouth and nose.

It seemed that he was not satisfied with this. Fang Xuan’s spiritual energy that was mobilizing into his body to circle the meridians and flowed in his blood vessels.

Boom boom boom boom...

The tidal swaying sounded around him.

The spiritual liquefied dragon, like a river, rushed back into Fang Xuan's heavenly spirit cover, sank into every part of his body, and every inch of his skin was absorbing, as if it was a bottomless pit.

Dirt appeared on his body, but it was washed away in the next moment.

The skin became fair, as tender as a newborn, reborn.

...

Hospitality Inn.

Manager Wang who keeps the book, fat waiter who nods and bows, and chef who cooks in the kitchen...

This ordinary inn shopkeeper looked at the courtyard behind.

"interesting."

A man cleaning the toilet was whispering, his voice was low and magnetic.

The fat waiter stole a piece of meat from the guest dish. He wiped his pants with greasy hands and grinned. The smile, his already small eyes narrowed and he couldn't see it. "Why are you missing the eye? This is made of a delicious demon clan."

Everyone has their own actions.

"Don't try to find out about the guest."

Suddenly, there was an old voice in everyone's mind.

It's Manager Wang.

The fat waiter laughed, "Isn't this old man not satisfied just now? Why did he suddenly maintain it?"

"Fatty, please stop urging me. Manager Wang is just doing his own business, and the customer's affairs cannot be explored."

Another sound sounded, tender and had a faint milky smell.

I heard it wasn't old.

It was a three or four-year-old girl who was wearing pigtails and doing her job as a little adult, raising spirit chickens in the backyard.

"Hey hey hey..." The fat little brother answered repeatedly.

Everyone continued to do their own things. None of the guests in the inn noticed it, and they didn't notice it at all.

The movement in the backyard seemed to be only discovered by the inn staff.

Everything is as usual, no different.

Fang Xuan's eyes suddenly opened, and the spiritual energy around him instantly poured into his body, not a drop left, no trace of it.

"The spiritual energy turns into mysterious energy."

He whispered in his heart.

All the spiritual energy washed over the body and was also gathering towards the Dantian.

The spiritual energy turns into liquid and flows in the blood, circling in the meridians, and even in the bones. All this is like an extra heart. The spiritual energy is blood, and the dantian is another heart, beating.

With the circulation, every day after day, all the spiritual energy changes, turning into wisps of black gas.

Mysterious energy!

The black thing transformed by this spiritual energy is mysterious energy.

Soon all the spiritual energy turned into mysterious energy, and a breath of mysterious energy was formed.

"The rest of the body tempering is ready."

The whispering sound floated out of Fang Xuan's mouth.

He said, looking out the window, "The people sent by Su Wu should have some time left, there is enough time."

He quickly formed seals with both hands to guide the remaining mysterious energy to temper his body.

This process is very long.

The dark curtains fell, and the night was as cool as water.

Today seems to be colder than before. The pedestrians walking on the Huangdu Road pulled down their coats and shrank their necks.

"Ah Yeh."

A warrior sneezes and blows his nose.

"Is there too much emptiness in visiting the kiln?" The warriors joked.

"Get out." The warrior rolled his eyes.

eccentric.

What was the situation when there was a chill just now?

He looked around.

"Is it because of the troubles in practice?" he murmured, but the big nerve quickly lost these worries and his eyes fell on the hospitality inn ahead.

"Go and have some wine to warm up your body."

At this time, my companion suggested that the two coincide.

Not long ago they walked here, a black shadow appeared strangely from them like a ghost and then disappeared. The two warriors and cultivators did not notice it.

Outside the courtyard, the edge of the Hospitality Inn.

When the black shadow appeared, he seemed to appear suddenly, without moving, which was exaggerated by the shrinking ground in the storyteller in the world.

He was not moving, and stood by the wall behind the Hospitality Inn.

"This is a small alley, the wind is gathering, the wind is cold. Do you want to come to our inn to have a glass of warm wine to warm your body? Today is 20% off for Double Eleven."

A middle-aged man carrying manure stood beside the black shadow.
To be continued...