"Old guy, I, I can't hold on any longer," Xiao Feng said vaguely with his eyes closed, teeth gritted, and white heat rising from his head.
"Come out if you can't hold on anymore," Mr. Jing looked at the time. There were only five minutes left, and it would be an hour. Could it be that we really couldn't make the final impact?
"Ah, keep holding on..." Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and ran his mental skills crazily, and a trace of secret energy began to become stronger, and he abused the meridians of his body even more wantonly, especially the two meridians of Ren and Du on the back of his chest. , as if it was about to explode.
Nangong Ji frowned. He took out two more pieces of white jade and threw them into the barrel. Then he poured in two more packets of medicinal powder: "A Feng, just boil it for another five minutes,"
"Okay," Xiao Feng took a deep breath, his energy settled in his dantian, his secret energy gathered, and he began to make the final persistence and impact.
Every second seemed to be infinitely long. Whether it was Xiao Feng in the barrel or Jing Lao and Nangong Jishi outside, they were all suffering.
"Ah," Xiao Feng roared. He felt that he could no longer hold on. His whole body seemed to be cooked, especially the meridians in his body, which began to break inch by inch.
"Old man Nangong, help me protect the law," Boss Jing shouted, and suddenly put his right hand on Xiao Feng's head. A trace of soft dark energy spurted out, reaching Xiao Feng's eight extraordinary meridians, and began to condense his dark energy. grow……
Jing Lao's soft and dark energy, or more accurately, 'Qi', guided Xiao Feng's Qi to begin to circulate, and the severe pain began to subside. Xiao Feng let out a long sigh of relief, was it finally over?
"Old man Jing, what are you doing?" Suddenly, Nangong Jishi's voice sounded like a thunder in Xiao Feng's ears: "You don't want your life,"
Mr. Jing did not answer. His face was extremely serious. The Qi that was originally like a stream became even more majestic and surged like a river. It went straight to Xiao Feng's Eight Extraordinary Meridians and began to help him make the final impact.
"Old guy, you..." Xiao Feng was also shocked, why did Nangong Ji react like this.
"Shut up and start pounding," Mr. Jing shouted coldly, and the airflow became even stronger.
"Old Jing, stop now, you don't want your life anymore," Nangong Ji's face turned ugly. He wanted to pull away from Old Jing, but he was afraid that his secret power would backfire on the two of them.
"This is Ah Feng's opportunity, I have to help him," Mr. Jing shook his head: "Old Nangong, stop talking."
"But you..."
"Old guy, you're fucking crazy," Xiao Feng was also anxious. He struggled to stand up from the potion, but he couldn't move at all.
"That's right, you old man is just crazy," Nangong Ji gritted his teeth and looked at Mr. Jing, whose face was getting paler and even a little withered, before making the next decision: "Old man, since you want to go crazy, then I will go crazy with you," he said, letting out a long roar, and then put a hand on the back of Mr. Jing's heart.
"Nangong, you..."
"Stop talking, two people are better than one," Nangong Ji's face was serious, with a hint of softness and secret energy exuding, while Elder Jing's complexion obviously improved a lot.
Soon, there was a sound of footsteps, and two people came in from outside.
"You..." Danyangzi, who was walking at the front, looked at Mr. Jing and Nangong Jishi and was shocked.
"Amitabha, the old monk also lends a helping hand to the two benefactors," said the old monk Huiyue. He shook his Buddha bead, poured out dark energy in his palm, and pressed it on Nangong Jishi's back.
"If you encounter it, you can't ignore it," Danyangzi flicked his fly whisk and pressed his right palm on Nangong Jishi's back.
"You..." Mr. Jing did not expect that these two people would also join in, but at this moment, it was useless to talk more. He began to quietly guide the Qi in Xiao Feng's body to flow, getting stronger and stronger...
Xiao Feng, who was in the potion, also noticed the old monk Huiyue and Danyangzi. When he saw that they were participating, and his face looked much better, he breathed a sigh of relief, tried to meditate, and started to run the mental method.
The fire gradually grew stronger, but the temperature of the potion did not drop. It was still boiling, accompanied by the sound of cracking jade from time to time. Several pieces of white jade were all broken, and the interior was all black.
I don't know how long it took, Xiao Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and his originally dark and deep eyes became brighter. He felt in great condition now, his whole body seemed to be full of power, and he could only use the fourth level once before. Jin, he felt that he could use it easily.
"Okay," Mr. Jing also opened his eyes, took back the hand covering Xiao Feng's head, and then shook Nangong Jishi away: "Ah Feng, how do you feel?"
"Very good," Xiao Feng nodded, jumped out of the barrel, put on a bath towel, and said respectfully to Nangong Ji and the others: "Grandpa Nangong, Master Huiyue, Taoist Danyangzi, Thank you very much for your help just now,”
"Amitabha, how good it is, how good it is..." Old Monk Huiyue shouted the Buddha's name: "Little friend Xiao, remember the old monk's words and do less killing, that is the best way to express your gratitude to the old monk."
"I will remember the master's words," Xiao Feng nodded.
Xiao Feng finally turned his attention to Mr. Jing: "Old guy, you are really crazy,"
"Haha," Mr. Jing just smiled and shook his head.
Xiao Feng lowered his legs and knelt in front of Mr. Jing: "Old guy..."
He didn't want to say thank you to Mr. Jing, because these two words could not express the truest emotion in his heart.
Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng who was kneeling in front of him, bent down and patted his shoulder: "Boy, I neglected to teach you when I was a child. You are a good young man. I don't want you to be ruined like this."
"old man……"
"Okay, don't act like a girl, get up." Mr. Jing helped Xiao Feng up: "Old Nangong, throw all the medicine bags into the hot spring and let this kid soak for another night."
"Okay," Nangong Ji started to do the final work and threw in the bags of medicine.
"Ah Feng, go in and soak for a while to consolidate. Come out again at noon tomorrow and you'll be almost done."
"Okay," Xiao Feng nodded and jumped out of the hot spring.
"Stay here by yourself, let's go first," Mr. Jing said after saying this, he asked Nangong Ji and the others to leave, leaving Xiao Feng alone.
When the distance was far away, Nangong Ji stared at Old Jing: "Old Jing, do you know that if you made a mistake just now, your old bones will be ruined?"
"Haha, I have prepared for the worst," Mr. Jing said with a smile.
"Amitabha, the benefactor of Jing, sacrificed his own body to help Xiaoyou, and his spirit of great generosity is commendable."
"Old monk, stop talking nonsense, thank you three for taking action just now,"
Danyangzi shook his fly whisk: "I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of Xiao Feng I will see tomorrow." After saying that, he turned around and went back to rest.
"Amitabha, the old monk is also looking forward to it," the old monk Huiyue also left.
"Haha, actually I'm also looking forward to it, Ah Feng may soar into the sky," Nangong Ji smiled and stroked his gray beard: "Old man Jing, I'm going back to rest. See you tomorrow morning."
"Well," Mr. Jing nodded and looked at the moon in the west: "Ah Feng, what grandpa can do has been done. As for how high you can reach, it depends on yourself."
In the hot spring, Xiao Feng sat cross-legged, running the mental method over and over again, and began to consolidate the 'qi' in the body, one small Zhoutian, two small Zhoutian... one big Zhoutian...
The sky was getting brighter, and Xiao Feng in the water slowly opened his eyes and clenched his fists, as if his whole body had endless strength. He gently used the second level of strength, but was shocked to find that the power of the second level of strength increased sharply. It is equivalent to the peak power he used to use the triple strength before.
"It seems that the path to ancient martial arts is the right path," Xiao Feng muttered. He had indeed taken many detours.
Then, Xiao Feng thought of Wuming again. He also didn't understand ancient martial arts, but his combat power was extraordinary. He must have reached the limit of his human body and there was not much room for breakthrough.
"When Wuming comes back, I will give him what I know, including the mental method and the Six Dragon Powers..." Xiao Feng made a decision. In addition to Wuming, Huo Tian, Zhang Yu, Lin Mo, Sansha, as long as they can practice Teach them all the ancient martial arts.
"How do you feel?" Mr. Jing's voice suddenly sounded.
Xiao Feng suddenly turned his head and looked at Mr. Jing who was sitting on the stone platform next to him: "Old guy, you were here all the time last night,"
"Yeah," Mr. Jing nodded. I'm worried about you. I'm afraid that if you broke through too hard before, there will be some sequelae.
"Old guy, how should I repay you?" Xiao Feng pursed his lips. He owed Mr. Jing too much, and it seems that he has not yet paid it all.
"Haha, I don't need your repayment," Mr. Jing said, and then thought of something: "Just be nice to Belle, that's all."
Just as Xiao Feng was about to stand up, Mr. Jing waved his hand: "I told you to come out at noon."
"Oh," Xiao Feng sat down again, and the grandfather and grandson started chatting on the shore and in the water.
"Old guy, what was the most serious consequence of last night?"
"Didn't I tell you?"
"I'm not asking me, I'm asking you,"
Mr. Jing thought for a while and finally said it: "When Qi and blood are exhausted, the body will also be weakened, and it is difficult to recover."
"You are really crazy," Xiao Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Is it worth it for me?"
"It's worth it, because you are my grandson," Mr. Jing said seriously.
Xiao Feng looked at Mr. Jing and suddenly made a decision: "Old guy, let me give you a gift next year."
"What gift?" Mr. Jing asked doubtfully.
Xiao Feng smiled mysteriously: "It will be kept secret for now, and you will know when the time comes."
"What exactly is it? It's mysterious."
"Haha, Buddha said, it cannot be said,"
"Amitabha, little friend Xiao is indeed destined to be my Buddha," the old monk Huiyue appeared, still holding the rosary beads, with neither sadness nor joy on his face.
"..." Xiao Feng was speechless for a moment. Just by saying this, he was destined to become a Buddha.
"Old monk, you are actually wrong,"
"oh,"
"My grandson is not destined to anything else but beautiful women," Mr. Jing smiled. It was obvious that he was in a very, very good mood.
