Bai Lang's internal strength is indeed stronger than Mu Ronghua, he is not far behind Ma Yinglong, and he is even better than Murong Jiuxiu and Qin Lian'er. After all, this is the internal strength of the Thirteen Taibao's training golden bell.
Powerful and strong is the first-class qi-refining method of outsiders. Bodhidharma's magical skills are not just a trick. As for Bailang's ability to obtain such magical skills, it is also his creation - this jade fish has never been simple...
It's just that Bai Lang couldn't use it properly - this method of cultivation is not bad at all, but the method of luck defense has many mistakes and loopholes. Only at the fourth level, when the Gang Qi spontaneously rotates to protect the body, can the true power of this magical skill be shown.
Ability. As for attacking opponents? Bailang's kung fu is actually very superficial - young people, that's not how martial arts with internal strength are used...
Bai Lang only used this internal force as a method to increase his strength. The method of using it was almost something he saw in martial arts novels. He didn't understand it yet - with his current internal strength, he should have developed the energy to split the air. It doesn't make sense.
My body is almost like a black and white tiger, but I still don't know how to split the air.
The reason why he was taken over by Mu Ronghua was because his kung fu was too poor, and he couldn't compare with the real martial arts of this big sect. So there was no future...if he continued to hang out in this small branch. Bailang almost knew this.
, his brows moved, "So we're not considered brothers within a brother?"
Mu Ronghua was joking at this time, "Who is this younger brother within a younger brother?" Bailang laughed, "There are also Gai Zhonggai, they are all trivial things. Hahahahaha."
At this moment, the situation suddenly changed, and the expressions of several people present changed. What Bailang felt was a strange aura - he had never felt it before. It was filth, corruption, in short, it was this
This feeling of breath is invisible and has no quality, but it always seems to penetrate into the nostrils - it is not smelled, but directly felt like this disgusting breath.
"What the hell is this?" Bai Lang looked quite unhappy, but Ma Rulong directly said two words, "Yin things!"
Bailang pushed the door open and went out. Their room was on the second floor of the inn. He went out along the corridor and looked at the city. A gray atmosphere enveloped the city, but the people in the city seemed to be unaware of the activities.
As usual. Soon, this bad luck began to fade and finally disappeared without a trace...
"No wonder, it's said that you can survive for ten days. Where this bad luck is, there must be that unspeakable evil spirit." Mu Ronghua said this. As soon as he finished speaking, another wave of anger rushed over. It was a
There was a breath that was like fire and acid-base, and Bai Lang even felt that the skin and meridians on his body were being ablated.
"Monster energy? There are actually monsters here?" It was Ma Yinglong again, this time a little confused. "Is this the evil spirit?" From where Bai Lang was, he also saw a black energy like wolf smoke rising into the sky outside the city, but
The strange thing is that the people below still can't seem to see it...
"What's going on?" Bai Lang asked shamelessly, "Those who cannot see the Qi through the meridians can't see it, that is, only those who have practiced martial arts and have opened a meridians can see it." Mu Ronghua answered Bai Lang's question. "This monster
Is he very strong?" Bai Lang was relatively young, Murong Jiuxiu glanced at him, "He is stronger than those present."
"We are all relying on you to withstand it. Who told you to practice Henglian Kung Fu? Don't you want to disappear suddenly this time, Brother Bai?" Murong Jiuxiu said to Bai Lang with a smile, and it seemed that he also
Not too nervous. Ma Rulong only changed his color slightly at first, but after seeing the evil spirit, he regained his composure.
"Surviving for ten days means these things will attack us? But why?" Bailang is a newcomer and a small shrimp in the martial arts world. If you don't understand, you have to ask. "Because we, the martial arts practitioners, have strong blood...for this
It can be regarded as a great tonic for ghosts and monsters." It was Qin Lian'er who explained. As a disciple of Yaowang Valley, she has a say in nutrition.
Bailang thought for a while and thought that eating monsters would probably help him a lot. Maybe this would be an opportunity.
Everyone was speechless and went back to their rooms to adjust their breaths - you can imagine that this change will probably come when the sun goes down. Before night fell, everyone came to the first floor to eat and drink and wait for things to happen.
"There is still yang energy at the beginning of the night. I think it will probably have to wait until the third watch..." Mu Ronghua wrote on the table with chopsticks dipped in wine.
The waiter yawned and was about to go to the door, but Ma Yinglong threw a small piece of silver, "I want to drink some more, waiter and shopkeeper, you can go and have a rest, this money is for the lamp oil..."
"The waiter and the shopkeeper must have seen this kind of thing a lot. After another round of drinks, they left.
Bai Lang and the others seemed a little drunk, they were just sitting at the table, occasionally eating snacks and drinks, and drinking glasses of wine quickly. The lights were nothing special, they were still crackling and occasionally popping up.
The night was getting deeper and deeper. The waiter came to see me once during the second watch, but he didn't come again.
There is a banging sound outside, indicating that the third watch has arrived...
The light gradually dimmed - the lamp oil was almost burned out, and the light became smaller and smaller, until it finally looked like a mung bean. This brightness could no longer illuminate the drinks on the table. It could only illuminate the lights on the lamps.
A little bit of space.
The light flickered slightly, and just before it was extinguished, the light, which was as big as a mung bean, suddenly turned into a line. After a few puffs, it slowly lit up again... Every oil lamp
Everything was like this, and for a moment it seemed like it was back to the situation when the lights were brightly lit during dinner.
They all looked at each other, "Here we come!" Bai Lang thought to himself, but this time he didn't feel that kind of aura. Just as the lights flashed, the sound of the door opening and closing came from above, and then
It was the sound of footsteps walking back and forth. Isn't this scary at all? Isn't it normal for guests, including waiters and guests, to be walking around in the inn in the middle of the night?
"It's not normal at all!" Bailang shouted in his heart. It's not a hotel. There are people coming and going in the middle of the night. This is just an ancient inn! They are not the only guests in the inn, but they are the only ones who come here.
The footsteps coming and going did not attract anyone else, not even the waiter appeared.
"Are you going?" Bai Lang communicated with the others with the look in his eyes. He personally preferred not to go. At this moment, the light that was originally burning in the oil-free lamp suddenly went out. In the darkness, it was originally
The footsteps upstairs appeared directly beside Bai Lang.
Bailang listened to the wind to identify the position, and directly turned his hands into tiger claws to grab in the direction of the footsteps - Ma Yinglong had said earlier that the martial arts people's true energy can completely touch and hurt those negative objects after stimulating the physical blood.