Pope System of Rebirth

The crack burst suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, Shadow City was in ruins. The huge power destroyed the entire city. This kind of power is no longer like a mortal thing, it can be called divine power.

When the City of Shadows collapsed, on a mountain not far from the City of Shadows, Ricky heard a noise and quickly turned back to look towards the City of Shadows. He saw above the City of Shadows, the sky that was originally covered with dark clouds.

The clouds have cleared.

The Shadow City collapsed with a loud noise, and all the buildings were shattered at that moment. When Ricky saw this scene, he was shocked and speechless. It took him a long time to recover, and at the same time

Secretly glad that he took the first step, otherwise, his soul would have returned to the underworld together with Shadow City.

'Qin Lang', who was in the middle of the ruins, was standing in the air at the moment, looking at the Shadow City below him with satisfaction. Suddenly, he looked down at his body, shook his head and smiled: "The master of this life is still a child.

, ho ho..."

'Qin Lang' said, his body shook, and he heard a "cracking" sound all over his body. Then he saw his body growing slowly. After a while, he grew as tall as seventeen or eighteen.

A young boy of 20 years old.

The young man has black hair and black eyes, and his hair has grown to his waist along with his body. He is standing in the void, his clothes are windless and he looks extraordinary.

"This is what I should look like, ho ho..."

'Qin Lang' smiled evilly, then stepped into the void and walked towards the distance. After a while, he had disappeared into the distant horizon.

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Time passed slowly, and two days passed in the blink of an eye. No one knew about the destruction of Shadow City. This city was originally isolated from the world, and it was normal for it not to be discovered in such a short period of time.

At the entrance of Feist Academy in Osri City, a young man with black clothes, black hair, and black eyes, with long hair reaching his waist, walked in from the door. The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.

The young man was 'Qin Lang'. At this moment, he walked to the college, attracting the attention of the students. After all, this was the first time for everyone to see a boy with such long hair.

'Qin Lang' didn't care at all about the curious eyes of the crowd, but looked a little proud. He glanced around. Suddenly, he looked at a person, it was a red-haired girl, about eighteen years old. At this time, she was walking towards a person.

As he walked towards the classroom, 'Qin Lang' laughed evilly and walked straight towards the girl.

"Miss, you are so beautiful!" 'Qin Lang' walked up behind the girl, hugged the girl's waist, put his face close to the girl's hair, and said with a light breath.

The girl was Irene. She was about to go to the classroom when she suddenly felt an arm around her waist, and at the same time, a strong manly scent rushed into her nose.

Erin's face turned red, and a surge of anger surged in her heart. She had never been hugged so closely by a man in her entire life. She hit the man behind her with her right elbow in the abdomen. She thought she would hit the target with one hit.

, but unexpectedly it came up blank.

"Although the young lady is beautiful, she has quite a bad temper. Haha..." 'Qin Lang' had already retreated when Irene hit her with her elbow. Such a weak attack was really not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Irene turned her head angrily, ready to repair this man who was so frivolous towards her. However, when she turned her head and saw the appearance of 'Qin Lang', she was stunned.

The face, the hair, the color of the pupils, and the inner indifference all gave her a very familiar feeling, which reminded her of a person - Qin Lang.

But then, she shook her head again. It was impossible. How could Qin Lang transform from a child to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in a few days? This was simply impossible!

It must be just that they look alike! It must be!

"Who are you?" Irene looked at the man who was 90% similar to Qin Lang and asked. If it weren't for the man's age and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth, she would have thought that the man in front of her was Qin Lang.

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'Qin Lang' smiled and said: "Call me Yue Ya, ho ho, please forgive me for having some personal matters, farewell, ho ho."

After 'Qin Lang' finished speaking, he walked towards a three-story building next to him. Irene looked at 'Qin Lang's' back with deep doubts in her eyes.

Ignoring Eileen's doubtful gaze behind him, 'Qin Lang' walked straight to the dean's room on the third floor without knocking.

Inside the house, Sero was writing with his pen down. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he quickly looked up. When he saw the face of the person who entered the door, Sero was startled. It took him a long time to recover.

'Qin Lang' walked into the house and sat on the sofa next to him, staring directly at Sero, with an evil smile on his lips. He did not speak, just stared at Sero.

Sero looked at 'Qin Lang' with a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. He just looked at 'Qin Lang' without saying a word.

The two people seemed to be communicating in their hearts. 'Qin Lang' was extremely relaxed, while on the other hand, Sero's sweat had already wet the books on his desk.

Time passed slowly, and the whole day was spent looking at each other. Sero's face was extremely pale, but 'Qin Lang' still looked leisurely.

It wasn't until night fell that 'Qin Lang' chuckled, shook his head, stood up and left. Seeing 'Qin Lang' walk out of the house, Sero couldn't help but slumped on the seat, as if he was seriously ill, his lips and face were all...

All pale.

'Qin Lang' left the dean's office and walked towards the outside of the college. As soon as he walked out of the college, he stopped, smiled evilly, and walked towards the Bingwei clothing store next to the college.

When they walked into the store, they saw Lan Li and others eating dinner. When they saw 'Qin Lang' walking into the store, they all looked puzzled.

"Qin Lang?" Tisi asked in confusion. She had lived with Qin Lang for more than two years. She was extremely familiar with Qin Lang's appearance. Even though Qin Lang looked about seventeen years old now, she could

She recognized it at first glance, but it was too incredible, so she opened her mouth to test it.

"Ho ho..." 'Qin Lang' laughed evilly and glanced at the people eating dinner. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a scantily clad girl among the people.

He looked at the girl, the evil smile on his lips gradually subsided, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Mother Sizi. You said he is Qin Lang?" Although Lan Li was familiar with the appearance of 'Qin Lang', she was not sure what she was thinking. After hearing Tisi's probing, she asked.

Tisi ignored Lan Li and stared straight at 'Qin Lang' with a look of disbelief in her eyes.

"Is he really Qin Lang?" Irene also looked at 'Qin Lang' with a solemn expression in shock.

"He's not!"

Tortoiseshell stood up slowly and said calmly: "Although his body belongs to Qin Lang, his heart and soul are not Qin Lang. Qin Lang may be dead!"

"Qin Lang is dead?!"

Tisi and three others exclaimed in unison.

Tortoiseshell shook his head and said calmly: "I don't know yet. Maybe in two days, by then, even if he is not dead, he should be dead!"

"What do you mean?" Tisi looked at Tortoiseshell in confusion and asked. Lan Li and Irene also stared at Tortoiseshell.

Tortoiseshell did not say any more. She looked directly at 'Qin Lang' who was dressed in black. Then she walked out of Bingwei Clothing Store without saying a word, and 'Qin Lang' also followed behind Tortoiseshell with a solemn expression.

"Hey, where are they going?"

Lan Li watched the two people leave. He quickly got up and ran outside the store, looking around, but did not see 'Qin Lang'.

In the dark night, dark clouds cover the moon. In the sky where no one can see, there are two people, more than ten meters apart, standing on the dark clouds, looking at each other.

The two of them were 'Qin Lang' and Tortoiseshell. Tortoiseshell looked at 'Qin Lang' and said, "It's time for you to wake up, will you fall asleep on your own, or will you let me beat you to sleep?"

"Hmph! You, a little patrol officer, dare to say such words to me. How brave you are!" Although 'Qin Lang' said this, his face was extremely solemn.

"Since you don't want to, then let me send you to sleep!"

Tortoiseshell slowly held it with her right hand, and a long whip shining with silver light gradually formed in her hand. As soon as the whip was formed, a great pressure spread out from Tortoiseshell's body.

The moment the pressure dissipated, the entire city of Osri was boiling. Everyone walked out of the house, looked up at the sky, and started talking.

'Qin Lang', who was opposite the tortoise shell, also took out the crescent moon at this moment. He didn't wait for the tortoise shell long whip to take shape before he attacked the tortoise shell.

"Po Ming!"

Buzz——

The sound of the sword that filled the sky was a hundred times more powerful than when Qin Lang used it before. The blade of the sword passed through the void, and the void trembled faintly.

Tortoiseshell looked at Crescent Moon and her face was extremely relaxed. She held the long whip in her hand and waved it lightly. She heard a "ding" sound and hit Crescent Moon's blade. The huge force made Crescent Moon's blade tremble.

, and 'Qin Lang', who was holding the crescent moon, felt the power of the long whip entering his body, and quickly collected the chopped crescent moon, trying his best to suppress the power of the long whip that was raging around in physical strength.

"Ho ho... Po Ming is indeed useless!"

'Qin Lang's internal organs were injured by the force of the whip, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the black pupils in his eyes slowly turned into blood pupils.

The blood-red pupils were like a bloody vortex, slowly rotating, and the speed of rotation slowly accelerated. At the same time, the aura exuded by 'Qin Lang' was also slowly increasing.

He held the crescent moon in his hand and looked directly at the tortoiseshell opposite with his blood-colored pupils. The tortoiseshell lightly danced the whip, and with a "pop" sound, the space trembled wherever the top of the whip struck.

"Ho ho... have a taste of this deity's two-style sword technique to cut the wind!"

'Qin Lang's whole body momentum increased rapidly. After saying this, the crescent moon in his right hand gradually changed color. It was originally as white as jade, but now it slowly turned light red. In just a few breaths, the crescent moon had already turned red.

It's a bright red piece.

Tortoiseshell looked at the crescent moon in 'Qin Lang's' hand, and the relaxed look on her face disappeared. She looked at the blood-red demonic sword, quickly grabbed the long whip, and slashed it at 'Qin Lang'.

"Pa"

The long whip hit 'Qin Lang', but there was no joy on the tortoise shell's face. She glanced around with vigilant eyes. Suddenly, she raised her head sharply and looked at the top of her head.

She saw a blood-red sword that was dozens of feet long falling from her head. Wherever the sword passed, the space shook endlessly. There was also a strong wind on the blade. The strong wind made Tortoiseshell frown, and the dark clouds under her feet

, was also blown away at this moment.

As soon as the dark clouds dispersed, the crowd in Osri City looked up at the sky and exclaimed. A blood-red sword dozens of feet long could be clearly seen even from such a distance.

Everyone on the ground was stunned by the blood-red sword. And in Feist Academy, in front of the dean's office on the three-story building, Sero was looking at the blood-red sword above his head and murmured: "This

Is it the power of the sanctuary?”

Just as Cerro was speaking, the dozens of feet long blood-red crescent moon finally landed on the top of the turtle's head. There was a "boom" sound, and a bright light spread from the turtle's body, and the light illuminated the entire city of Osiri into daylight.

The crowd who looked up to the sky were all blinded by the bright light at this moment, and everyone closed their eyes. They knew that if they continued to look, they would be blinded by the bright light.

And 'Qin Lang', who was diagonally above the tortoiseshell, looked at the tortoiseshell that had turned into a ball of light, and said in a low voice: "This is already my ultimate blow. If this happens, you won't die. Even if I fall asleep, I will be willing to do so."

!”

The light was dazzling. No one on the ground dared to look at the sky. No one knew who the knife struck and what the result was. Even 'Qin Lang' who was above him didn't know.

The light was too dazzling, blocking his sight. The vortex in his blood-colored pupils rotated rapidly, and his gaze was directed into the light ball. Unfortunately, before he could see the figure of the tortoise shell, the dazzling light stung his eyeballs, leaving a trace of blood.

Flowed out from his eye sockets, he closed his eyes and no longer looked at the center of the light ball.

After a long time, 'Qin Lang' opened his eyes, and the speed of the vortex in his blood-colored pupils had slowed down. He looked at the ball of light, shook his head and sneered, saying: "I am still dead after all. Although my power has not yet reached its peak,

But for a small patrol like you, it is still out of reach!"

After staring at the light ball for a while again, he shook his head and landed downwards. Just as he passed by the light ball, a white palm stretched out from the light ball and grabbed his neck. Before he could

When he reacted, he was pulled into the ball of light.

Inside the light ball, Tortoiseshell was naked and holding up 'Qin Lang' with a face full of disbelief. Her clothes had been destroyed by 'Qin Lang's' knife. She pinched 'Qin Lang's' neck, her face

There was no trace of anger on his face.

"You... you're not dead yet?" 'Qin Lang' was squeezed by the tortoiseshell until he could hardly breathe. His strength was suppressed by the tortoiseshell, and he had no ability to resist at all. He could only let the tortoiseshell pinch his neck.

I have to say that the tortoise shell at this moment is enough to make any man who sees her have blood in his head and blood boiling. Her fair skin, towering breasts, flat belly, and slender legs underneath, coupled with her beautiful face,

The whole person is like an angel.

It's a pity that 'Qin Lang' didn't have any intention of appreciating Tortoiseshell's body. He was only surprised at the moment. Tortoiseshell's survival was beyond his expectation. His blow was already his ultimate strength. If he had been the one to receive that blow

, and he couldn't guarantee that he could catch it, let alone a tortoise shell whose strength was even lower than his.

Tortoiseshell ignored 'Qin Lang's' surprise. She pinched 'Qin Lang's' neck and said softly: "I am not an ordinary envoy. You should continue to sleep. Since the owner of this body is dead, then you only have

Looking for a host again!"

As he spoke, Tortoiseshell held Qin Lang's right hand, pressed it on the blood-red crescent tattoo, and gently rubbed the tattoo. The blood-red tattoo gradually faded and was about to disappear.

Suddenly, a burning feeling spread to Tortoiseshell's palm. Tortoiseshell's face changed, his palm retracted, and the tattoo slowly returned to its original shape, becoming blood red again.

"The host is not dead yet?" Tortoiseshell asked in surprise.

'Qin Lang's face had turned pale. He was pinched by the tortoiseshell and couldn't even speak. However, he was shocked when he heard the tortoiseshell's words. He could seize the host's body only if the host's consciousness dissipated.

, it is possible to seize it. After all, how can there be two consciousnesses in one body.

However, Tortoiseshell failed to erase the tattoo and took out the crescent moon from his body. This also shows that the host is not dead. This is due to the blood connection. Only when the host's consciousness dissipates can the crescent moon be removed and the blood connection be cut off. It is impossible for blood to lie.

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"Holy shit, I actually feel pain, am I not dead?" Qin Lang slowly opened his eyes and hummed.

"Lang'er, you woke up, I'm really worried about you," a woman dressed in simple yet elegant clothes said while covering her tears and caressing Qin Lang's face.

"What, what's going on? Although I am also a manipulator of mature women, it seems..." Qin Lang thought of this, and his head suddenly felt painful, and a blur of memories rushed into his mind.

The woman looked at Qin Lang's dazed expression and hurriedly held Qin Lang's hand and said worriedly, "Lang'er, Lang'er, what's wrong with you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Don't scare your mother."

"No, no mother, I, I'm fine," Qin Lang responded quickly.

Mani, I actually traveled through time!

Only then did Qin Lang realize that he was no longer on the earth, but had traveled to this world called Xuanling Continent. He fought with the four super masters of the Ghost Sect, and finally blew up his Dantian. He was completely dead. Unexpectedly, his luck was not bad.

, actually traveled through time and was reborn. The woman in front of him is his mother Meng Xiyun in the current body.

Meng Xiyun looked at Qin Lang distressedly and said, "It's okay. Don't practice martial arts again in the future, so as not to be bullied by them all the time. I see both your father and I are like this, and I feel sad!"

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"Well, I listen to you. Mom, can you go out for a while? I feel tired and want to take a more rest." Qin Lang said with a smile.

"Okay, mother won't bother you anymore. You can sleep a little longer, and mother will give you the evil medicine." Meng Xiyun wiped her tears, nodded, pulled the quilt on Qin Lang, and then walked out of the room.

Don't forget to close the door.

Qin Lang deliberately pushed Meng Xiyun away because he wanted to sort out the chaotic memories in his mind.

An hour later, Qin Lang opened his closed eyes and breathed heavily, "The situation is much better than expected. At least I am still alive."

Qin Lang sorted out the memories of the original body and found out that he had been reborn in the body of "Qin Lang" who had the same name as him from the Ling family in Meteor City. As for why he looked for this body, it may be because he answered the sentence "Obviously, he has already

It’s doomed”.

The original "Qin Lang" was supposed to be the most outstanding cultivation genius of the 18th generation of the Ling family. When he was fifteen years old, he broke through the level of mystic and became a low-level xuanshi, becoming the first genius in Meteor City.

Unexpectedly, Mu Xiu and Lin Feng will destroy it!

Not long after "Qin Lang" became a Xuanshi, he was unexpectedly attacked by someone and lost all his meridians. He changed from the most glorious Xuanshi to an ordinary civilian who was not even a martial artist. From then on, the name of the first genius changed.

He has become a useless person inferior to ordinary people.

Living in a world where martial arts is respected and king, the Ling family, the first family in Meteor City, cannot practice martial arts, and is destined to live a life of mediocrity and mediocrity in the end.

However, "Qin Lang" has a strong and unyielding character, and he started training from scratch, but unfortunately he still failed to achieve success in the past two years. In the past two years, he has been ridiculed and ridiculed by his contemporaries in the Ling family, and he can only endure his anger.

, unmoved.

However, two days ago, Ling Rui, the grandson of the fifth elder of the Ling family, provoked "Qin Lang" with words, and in the end even insulted his parents. Although "Qin Lang" was in peace and could let others laugh at him, he could not tolerate it.

Others insulted his parents. So, they attacked Ling Rui angrily. Unfortunately, his cultivation was ruined. He was no match for Ling Jian, a low-level profound practitioner. He was beaten half to death on the spot.

Then there was the scene of Qin Lang lying on the bed!

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"A world for the strong? It suits me better!" Qin Lang said confidently with his eyes shining. He climbed out of bed and touched his frail body, the fatal blow on the back of his head, and another

The large swelling has not gone away.

"I will avenge you," Qin Lang sighed, and then began to look at the environment in the room.

The room is quite spacious, but the decoration is a little lacking. In addition to a one-and-a-half-meter-long bed, there are also several chairs and a coffee table. The most conspicuous thing is the wooden pile in the corner. It is not difficult to imagine what it was like.

"Qin Lang" practiced so hard, but it was all in vain.

"Creak" the door was opened, and the person who walked in this time was a middle-aged man, about thirty-seven years old, with clear edges and corners, a tall nose, and dull eyes.

A set of gray robes was wrapped around his body, and he was holding a wine bottle in his hand. In his previous life, this image might have been that of a typical young woman killer, but in this life, he was just a decadent middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man in front of him is Qin Lang's father, Ling Zhan, who is also a useless man whose meridians have been destroyed. The two father and son are well-known as "the father and son of useless talents" in Meteor City.

More than ten years ago, Ling Zhan was also a rare genius in Meteor City. Although he was not as perverted as Qin Lang, he broke through the Xuanshi level at the age of eighteen and became a Xuanshi level. At the age of twenty-five,

At that time, he was already at the peak of Xuanshi, and he was just one step away from becoming a spiritual master, one of the few top masters in Meteor City. Unfortunately, despite his high spirits, he also ended up being destroyed by a sneak attack. The situation was different from the current situation.

Qin Lang's performance is truly thought-provoking.

Ling Zhan glanced at Qin Lang, took a sip of wine, and asked quietly, "How do you feel?"

Qin Lang looked at the cheap dad in front of him and said, "I can't die yet!".

"That's good." Ling Zhan sat on the edge of the bed. After a pause, he said, "Would you like a bite?"

Qin Lang was not polite. He grabbed Ling Zhan's wine bottle and took a sip. The hot smell filled his body and limbs, and he couldn't help but exclaimed "It's so good!", and then

He poured a few more mouthfuls into his throat.

In his previous life, he drank a lot of hard liquor, such as Shao Knife, Nuer Hong, and Old Laojiao...

Ling Zhan glanced at his son with complicated eyes, and then put his eyes on the wooden stake. He said lightly, "It is true that a gentleman strives for self-improvement. But it cannot be reflected in our father and son."

"Dad," Qin Lang called out harshly, and a wave of resonance surged up. The rejection, ridicule, and ridicule he had suffered in the past two years emerged in his mind one by one. It seemed that he had also seen the same experience as his father when he was young.

"Wealth comes from heaven, prodigal. Stop forcing yourself. Daddy sees all your hard work. Daddy won't blame you." Ling Zhan said with a helpless and mournful tone. He was so high-spirited back then,

He was almost appointed as the next generation clan leader, but unfortunately the situation suddenly changed overnight.

In this time, he turned into a useless person. It was comforting to see his son rise up and see a shadow that was stronger than his own. However, history repeated itself again and his son suffered the same blow as him.

, there is unspeakable suffering and pain in his heart!

Qin Lang didn't respond, but his eyes gradually became misty. He could feel Meng Xiyun's sincere care for him, and he could also feel Ling Zhan's silent care.

"What are you father and son talking about, Lang'er? Mom made some medicine for you, drink it quickly." Meng Xiyun came in with a bowl of dark potion and said. Then, she saw Qin Lang's strange behavior and asked nervously

"Lang'er, why are you crying? Did your father scold you for being lazy again?" After saying this, Meng Xiyun glared at Ling Zhan angrily.

"No...Mom, I just kneaded some sand and brought the medicine quickly. I want to drink the medicine." Qin Lang quickly covered up and said. He had never cried since he was sensible in his previous life, but his family members said that he had loved it since he was a child.

Laugh, so he named it "Laugh". Now he almost cried. It made people know that it was not embarrassing, so he would not admit it even to death.

After drinking the medicine, Ling Zhan and Meng Xiyun exited the house.

Qin Lang felt that his head still hurt, so he fell asleep.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and Qin Lang barely left the room. He was just sorting out the memory fragments to adapt to his new identity as soon as possible.

At the same time, he also checked his body and found that all twelve meridians in his body were broken. No wonder he had been practicing hard for two years but achieved nothing.

However, Qin Lang was not angry at this time. In his previous life, he was a super master of martial arts. His strongest skills were Shenbu Jingyun's Cloud Dispelling Palm, Fengshen Nie Feng's Fengshen Kicks, and Qin Shuang's Tianshuang Fist.

, he originally wanted to learn Xiongba's three-point return to vitality together, but unfortunately he didn't have time to study it, so he

He died together with the four super masters of the Ghost Sect. If he had been allowed to practice for one more year, cultivate the three-point return of vitality, and learn the first move of the three-point divine finger "Breaking Jade and Dividing Gold", then he would have faced the Ghost Sect.

The four super masters will not resort to self-exploding their Dantian and die together.

Fortunately, Qin Lang brought all the memories of his previous life and had already memorized these martial arts techniques such as the Cloud-Pailing Palm, Fengshen Kick, and Sky Frost Fist. He also knew how to use many moves, but he was so weak now.

It's just that the body is unable to exert the true power of those moves.

Among these martial arts, Qin Lang's favorite is the Fengshen Kicks. Every move is so cool and handsome. With the Fengshen Kicks, he has attracted the hearts of many senior sisters from various sects. This is also his

Something I have always been proud of.

To gain a foothold in this world where the strong survive, you must have strong strength as a basis, otherwise you will become the target of bullying and ridicule by others.

"The twelve serious meridians have been abolished. Only by re-cleansing the marrow, breaking through, and clearing the meridians can you practice again. However, what is practiced here is not called internal strength, but mysterious energy. I just don't know the difference between the two. Let me try three

Can the divided vitality energy really have the effect of Shaolin Temple's Marrow Cleansing Sutra?" Qin Lang thought in his mind, and at the same time planned to practice the three-part returning vitality energy that he had not learned in his previous life to see if he could resume his practice with this broken body.

The three-point return to vitality was created by the old man Sanjue. Natianshuang Fist, Paiyun Palm, and Fengshen Kick are called the fist, palm, and leg. The three-pointed technique is integrated into one body. The internal force converted into one point from each of the three techniques is called three-point.

Return to Yuan.

At that time, Xiongba shocked the world with his Tianshuang Fist, Cloud-Repelling Palm and Fengshen Kicks. He even used the three-point returning vitality and the three-point divine finger to deal with Feng Yun. Its power was even more powerful. For example, Wu Ni Bodhisattva commented, "It's successful."

"Wind and cloud, defeat is also wind and cloud", I am afraid that Xiongba's reputation will be even greater than that of the sword god Wuming.

To learn how to return vital energy in three parts, you must first master the breath-sucking techniques of the three internal energies such as Tianshuang Qi, Paiyun Qi, and Feng Shen Gong, and then take one point from each to practice, so that the three internal energies are combined together.

Becoming a new type of domineering inner strength.

There are nine levels in total of Sansangui Yuanqi. Every time you break through one level, your internal strength will go up to one level. And the internal strength is several times deeper than other internal strength. I think back then, Xiongba only had to break through the seventh level to dominate the world. The power is obvious.

A spot.

Qin Lang recalled the records in ancient books. There was a saying that three points of returning vitality could cleanse the marrow meridians. It was similar to the Marrow Cleansing Sutra of Shaolin Temple. But he didn't know if such power really existed.

Qin Lang decided to pay attention and adjusted the state to the best. Gradually, he concentrated his attention and kept his mind united. He first silently recited Tian Shuang Qi's oral judgment in his mind. After a while, it turned to Pai Yun Jin, and then again

It is the Wind God Kung Fu. After reciting the three internal energies silently several times, I then began to breathe out the breath according to the meditation method in my previous life.

After meditating for more than an hour, Qin Lang gradually became a little impatient because he could not sense any internal flow.

According to theory, everyone has inner strength, but everyone's nature is different, and the results of practice are also different. What makes Qin Lang anxious now is that even if the twelve main meridians are abolished and become an ordinary person, he will not

Maybe it can’t sense half of the internal force!

Just when Qin Lang was about to give up, a trace of heat began to surge slightly in the Yongquan points of his feet.

Qin Lang was overjoyed, then calmed down his mind again, concentrated his energy again and accelerated the movement of his three-point return energy.

The heat flow under Yongquan Point changed from a slight heat at the beginning to a warm heat flow, and began to flow from bottom to top, like a stream flowing slowly, making Qin Lang feel relaxed physically and mentally.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The heat flow only lasted for a minute and then could no longer flow upward.

No matter how hard Qin Lang tried, he couldn't take another step forward.

Qin Lang no longer forced himself, he let out a breath, showed a happy smile and said to himself, "It seems there is a real chance, but I don't know what the effect will be. I hope you won't disappoint me!".

Then, Qin Lang jumped out of bed, swung his feet, and found that the strength of his legs seemed to have become stronger, and said, "As long as you accumulate enough internal strength, it is not a problem to break through the first meridian. If you continue to practice like this, you can open up the twelve meridians."

It’s only a matter of time before I become serious, God will never stop me!”.

After practicing meditation for the first time, he learned that the three-point return to vitality can indeed open up the abolished twelve serious meridians. He was ecstatic in his heart. At the same time, he was thinking that if he successfully cleansed the marrow, it would be easier for his father to also practice the three-point return to vitality.

, should we also be able to let him rebuild his profound strength?

I’m afraid I have to wait until I truly succeed before I can make a conclusion!

Then, another two days passed.

In the past two days, Meng Xiyun, in addition to taking care of Qin Lang's daily life and food, would also spend an hour or two chatting with him. Qin Lang felt more and more fond of this attentive and considerate mother. Ling Zhan would also come to see his son every day

, but they didn’t talk much, but they drank a lot of wine. Looking at his haggard, decadent, and self-destructive father, Qin Lang almost couldn’t help but pass on his three-point return energy to him, but he still restrained the impulse.

That night, Qin Lang meditated as usual. After two days of accumulation, Qin Lang was confident that he could open the first meridian.

The three kinds of internal energy kept transforming and combining, and streams of heat kept rising from the Yongquan point. The heat emitted caused wisps of white smoke to rise behind Qin Lang, making him look a bit...

Ethereal meaning.

After half an hour of accumulation, the heat currents gathered together and turned into a thick, turbulent and rapid heat current. With a roar, it rushed towards the long-blocked pass above.

"Ah" Qin Lang screamed, and a large amount of sweat dripped from his determined face. The heart-wrenching pain made him want to live.

For the first time, he failed to pass the level, and he could only bear the pain like a thorn.

"Damn it, I don't believe that even the first meridian can't be opened." Qin Lang cursed, firmed up his belief, turned his palms, breathed faster, the heat condensed again, and the roaring heat wave rushed upward again.

"boom".

"ah".

Second failure!

"boom".

"ah".

Failed for the third time!

By the eighth time, Qin Lang's thick lips had already been bitten with blood, and his face was extremely pale, but there was an unyielding look on his delicate face.

The eighth impact.

"Boom".

"Click".

The river-like heat wave finally broke out of its confinement, separated into countless small heat currents, and began to spread towards the whole body. It lasted for a full two minutes before the heat flow stopped. It must have encountered a second blocked meridian.

At this moment, Qin Lang's naked body was covered with fine sweat, as if he had been steamed just now, and his whole body was still glowing with a faint red light.

Qin Lang jumped out of bed and squinted his eyes, feeling the comfort of Fu Ji Tai Tai. He opened his eyes and looked at his clenched fists. His peach blossom eyes were filled with a sparkling spirit.

It is full of vitality and vitality than before.

"Haha, it finally worked." Qin Lang wiped his sweat and laughed, his face full of joy, just like the feeling when he first cultivated his inner strength in his previous life. This feeling really cannot be expressed in words.

"If this continues, all twelve main meridians should be repaired within three months," Qin Lang said to himself.

At this moment, there was a "dong dong..." knock on the door.

"Lang'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Mother Meng Xiyun's concerned words came from outside the door.

Qin Lang was so worried that he didn't bother to put on his clothes. He walked over and opened the door, and said to Meng Xiyun who looked worried, "Mom, I'm fine."

Meng Xiyun looked her son up and down, but she couldn't seem to see anything strange. Instead, she felt that her son was pitifully thin. She touched her son's chest and said, "Lang'er, seeing how thin you are, my mother will pay tribute to you tomorrow. I'll give it to you then."

Buy some good things to replenish your health.”

Qin Lang was touched by Meng Xiyun's fingertips, his body trembled slightly, he shrank back, showing a shy smile and said, "Mother, men and women cannot be intimate...".

"Pfft." Meng Xiyun lightly covered her delicate lips and said with a smile, "You child, you were born by your mother. It's not like your mother has never touched you. Okay, I see that you are covered in stinky sweat. Go wash up. Come on early."

sleep".

"Yes, mother, you should go to bed early," Qin Lang nodded.

Meng Xiyun glanced at her son with a strange look, full of doubts: Could it be that his son has become enlightened? He hasn't seen Lang'er smile since that incident two years ago, and he seems to be a lot more sensible. Forget it, as long as his son is safe and sound.

Yes, I didn’t do what he asked for. Then I turned around and left.

Qin Lang looked at his mother who was leaving and said to himself, "Mom... wait, your good days are not far away."

A night of silence, the east gradually turns white!

In the courtyard of about a hundred square meters, there are several trees planted and some potted flowers that have just bloomed. There is a stone table and several stone chairs nearby. The simple environment is full of fresh air and makes people energetic.

A shock.

Qin Lang was wearing simple clothes and was starting his first day of martial arts training in the courtyard.

In his previous life, he had already mastered all the moves of Pai Yunzhang, Fengshen Step and Tianshuang Fist. Now he just needs to use them again. According to theory, it is not difficult. Unfortunately, his current body is too weak, so

, Qin Lang was not in a hurry for success, but chose to practice Bu Jingyun's famous footwork "Cloud Trace Phantom".

"Cloud traces and phantoms" are like the afterimages of ghosts and clouds, passing through the crowd unimpeded but elusive.

Although Qin Lang now has a meridian opened, he has a little internal strength, which is enough to support him to use this escape method first.

Now he is almost like an ordinary person. Of course, he must first learn how to escape. If he is bullied again, he can still escape if he cannot be beaten!

Based on what he learned in his previous life, Qin Lang closed his eyes and walked with his feet in certain mysterious directions. At first, he felt that there was nothing unusual about it, but after further observation, he found that this step was a bit strange.

No matter how carefully you observe it, you will be surprised. Qin Lang's steps are very large and he seems to be able to take nearly two meters in one step. His speed is extremely fast, and his whole person looks agile and elegant. (To be continued...)