After all, he was also a martial arts supreme, but Fang Xian did not imitate Luo Yi and wait for death, but quickly thought of a solution.
"Actually, when the true energy goes crazy, you should not rush to correct the chaos. Otherwise, the more anxious you are, the easier it will be to go astray, leading to death and no life..."
"Luo Yi was dead just now, but he was in the right state to deal with it, letting it go... but outsiders can't learn... Until now, the rampant Qi has barely returned to normal, but the meridians are in a mess and the limbs are paralyzed..."
"The 'meridians' of this world are actually an extraordinary network created in the body using true energy... Therefore, instead of opening up a few meridians, we 'make' several meridians...'make' one
Zhengjing is regarded as the entry-level martial arts. There are twelve levels in total, corresponding to the twelve Zhengjing! After breaking through, you will be a warrior! Warriors practice the eight extraordinary meridians, which have eight levels! When will the most difficult to 'cast' the two meridians of Ren and Du be successfully created?
Innate martial artist!"
Twelve-level martial artist, eighth-level warrior, innate martial artist! This is the way to extraordinary advancement in this world!
"In this world, except for babies, most people are martial arts students, but warriors are rare. Innate martial arts masters are even rarer. They have the qualifications to teach and teach, and can be teachers of others!"
"Luo Yi had already successfully created the Twelve Classics. He had reached a perfect level of martial arts and was very likely to be admitted to a first-class martial arts university. He was the top student in Tianhua High School... But he was eager to break through as a martial artist and took the risk to create one of the Eight Meridians of Qijing.
Something went wrong in the Yangqiao Meridian. Not only was it ruined, but the original twelve meridians were also in a mess... It would be a joke to rearrange them."
"For this plan, we can no longer use this superficial internal energy and meridians!"
Looking inside at the mess of meridians, Fang Xian quickly made a decision.
Different techniques lead to different casting of the Twelve Sutras.
Some exercises are most important in terms of foundation, and the meridians they build are the Great Way to Heaven, but Luo Yi practices the basic internal skills in school, and the meridians he builds are thin and weak, and when the internal energy is used, it is the difference between a country dirt road and a highway.
"Actually...if Luo Yi could practice superior internal skills and build a strong enough Twelve Sutras, even if he went crazy this time, he wouldn't have been so miserable!"
"Instead of sorting it out slowly, it's better to start over from scratch!"
If it were anyone else, they would still need the help of an expert to spread the power, and the person doing it must have high enough skill and be careful enough in the operation, so that only the power meridians can be eliminated without harming the body.
But Fang Xian doesn't need others to help him cancel his kung fu, he can do it himself!
Because in addition to his superficial internal strength, he also has alchemy and calamity powers!
Coupled with the vision and insight of a generation of martial arts supremes, he can easily waste his energy without damaging his body.
With a thought in his mind, the calamity power of the fourth-level alchemist surged into the 'Twelve Serious Scriptures' network in Luo Yi's body.
This network was already riddled with holes, but was struck by a fierce force and exploded immediately.
puff!
Fang Xian opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The bruises were purple and black, with plaques, and gave off a foul odor.
After vomiting, the soreness and numbness in his limbs disappeared immediately. He stood up and shook his thighs and arms. He felt refreshed and there was no longer any risk of going crazy.
"After all, the meridians and internal energy are gone, so what else can you do to become possessed?"
"The martial arts in this world are much more powerful than that in the ancient martial arts world... Is it possible to forge a set of eight extraordinary meridians on your own... so that you can transcend the limits of the human body and embark on an extraordinary path?"
"My current body is so miserable. I have gone from being a martial arts student at the twelfth level to becoming an ordinary person... Being abolished in martial arts is no less than a life-and-death enmity in society. And... Luo Yi
The college entrance examination is about to end..."
Of course, even though his martial arts skills are gone, Fang Xian is still a fourth-level alchemist.
The power of self-preservation is never lacking, and is even stronger.
He came to the lake and looked at the reflection inside.
An ordinary-looking sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, wearing white short-sleeves and jeans, very clean and refreshing, with a sense of youthful vitality.
It was still early morning.
Fang Xian walked out of the secluded forest and saw old men and women scattered out for morning exercises.
An old man wearing a pure white martial arts uniform breathed, and two lines of white air were like snakes, hesitating between his nose. He obviously had a powerful internal skill.
Next to her, there was an aunt who seemed to be dancing in the square. She turned over with a kite and jumped up to a tall tree branch. She was running and flashing on it as if she were walking on flat ground. Her attainments in Qinggong were extremely impressive.
More often than not, parents take their children and start practicing basic skills such as horse steps and boxing stances.
"Listen up, if you don't practice boxing when you are young, you will be a coward! If you don't have a strong enough body and deep enough Qi, how can you drive a mecha? In the future, your classmates will become high-altitude, fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and travel the universe.
Mecha Masters, you can only eat dirt on the ground! I don’t know how much you will regret it then!”
"Sweat more now and bleed less in the future. Punch me a hundred times!"
A person who looked like a fitness instructor, with a rosy face, shouted angrily.
"yes!"
A group of primary school students answered loudly, and they were quite organized as they walked.
Fang Xian could see that they all had developed at least one meridian and were at the entry level of martial arts students.
'Well... if an ordinary martial artist from the ancient martial arts world comes here, he might be knocked down by a primary school student. I wonder if he should commit suicide in shame?'
He put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and walked out of the park.
"Selling steamed buns! Freshly made steamed buns!"
"Shaobing, fried dough sticks, soy milk..."
At the entrance of the park, there are many breakfast shops with all kinds of meals.
Fang Xian followed the memory of the original owner and walked to a dim sum shop that had obviously more customers than other stalls and waited patiently in line.
After entering the store, you can see a hill of tall steamers piled up, but there are no stoves, gas or other cooking utensils underneath.
An old man wearing white training clothes with white hair and beard raised his hands flat and took a deep breath.
boom!
A heat wave erupted from the dim sum steamer.
"Mr. Qin's 'Three Yang Qigong' skills are really becoming more and more profound..." The onlookers couldn't help but give their thumbs up: "This Qigong skill of Lao Yang, Zhong Yang and Shaoyang is very powerful, and it can control the three flavors from the inside out.
The dim sum is steamed to lock in the essence and fragrance, making it really enjoyable to eat.”
"Haha, thank you for your support."
Mr. Qin bowed his hands around and went to the back kitchen to rest. A waiter came out to sell steamed snacks.
"Bring me some Shaomai! Take it away!"
When it was Fang Xian's turn, he swiped the communication bracelet on his wrist on the counter and heard the sound of debiting money.
He picked up the shaomai and took a bite. He immediately felt a familiar yet unfamiliar aroma gushing out, filling his mouth. His body seemed to have automatic memory. His taste buds couldn't wait to salivate and he devoured it.
After finishing eating, Fang Xian walked to the door of Luo Yi's house.
A middle-aged man, neither tall nor fat, nor short nor thin, was taking out the garbage. When he saw Fang Xian, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You little brat, eating out again!"
Fang Xian recognized that this was Luo Yi's father, named Luo Cheng.
He looked at the middle-aged man and wanted to ask, are you sure our names are not the same?
"What are you looking at?" Luo Cheng asked again when he saw Fang Xian's strange look.
"Nothing!"
Fang Xian rolled his eyes. Can I say that I am holding a hole in my heart and don't know how to spit it out?